trans_9 | Meet-n-Greet

Owen smiles and extends his hand. "Owen Mercer-Harkness-Thawne. The multiple last names aren't because I'm pretentious, but just because my family's a little... okay, a lot complicated."

A pause. "There was time-travel involved." He grins sheepishly. "So... any idea what you were picked for, or are you here just to make the room prettier?"

"I was picked for a great cause and to be a champion," she beams. Can you tell she's ecstatic over it? Because she is. Simply ecstatic. She stands up a little straighter when she says it, too. "What about you?"

"Apparently the same!" Owen is clearly stoked by the notion as well. "Plus, space-battles. Epic space-battles. This is A-list hero adventure stuff we're likely talking about here."

He tugs at the bio-suit. "I gotta do some talking with the voice in this place though. Heroes need better threads. I'm just glad they let us keep the personal stuff." He gives his scarf a toss over the shoulder.

Patsy giggles and juts her hip out ever-so-slightly to show Owen her blue sash. "I know, right? I just wish these came in pink or yellow. Or not alive." She shifts her weight for a moment, thinking hard, and then asks, "So, you want to be a hero too? Maybe this is like a huge cosmic training ground for people who want to be heroes to prove themselves?" Which meant that, once she was out, she could totally join the Avengers!

Hips. Swaying.

"Nice touch." Owen grins at the showing off of the sash. "Yeah... the alive part's kinda creepy, but..." He shrugs. "In my case, once you get your head around time travel being involved in your parents getting together, everything else pretty much is a walk in the park.

He considered that. "Well... I've had worse on-the-job training before." He grins, chuckling slightly. "You new to the hero thing? I... ah.." He coughed. "I started out on the other side actually. My pop's death kinda screwed me up for a while. Been one of the 'good guys' for just over a year now."

"..." Patsy blinks, wrapping her head around that. She's seen some weird stuff in her life - not as much as she'll see here, probably - but...time travel? For your parents? Really? That was so weird and so...cool. And almost kind of romantic. "Oh! So you're kind of like Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch! They're heroes now too, where I'm from. Except they used to be villains, I think. They're dad's like mutant Hitler, except he's trying not to be Hitler, but it comes out that way anyway, you know?" She takes a deep breath. "I'm pretty new, yes," she nods. "My codename's Hellcat."

Owen smiles. "Nice codename. I go by Captain Boomerang."

He cocks his head at the name-dropping. "'Fraid I don't know any of them, kitten. Think I'm from a different superhero-infested world than you. And my dad was a thief with the occasional body-bag attached, not one of those big-league crazies."

"What is it with strapping young men and the word 'Captain'?" Patsy asks, raising an eyebrow. "Oh," she says to that second sentence. "That's...interesting. And to be expected, I guess, what with the everything here." She shrugs. "Were you and your dad close? Or were you in the future? Or was he in the future? Wait..." she trails off. "Okay, this could hurt my head."

"Hey, I didn't come up with it. I just got it off the old man after... after he got killed." Owen shrugs, slightly glum.

"My dad... he and I met when he was pretty much at the bottom of the barrel, so far as bad guys go. We met up and... he just wanted to spend some time with me. Taught me some stuff about throwing. It was nice." He rubbed the back of his head. "Then.. he took on a contract job, trying to turn things around for himself, for both of us. Got killed, along with the guy he was after."

He clears his throat. "Okay, from what I know, he got chucked into the future at some point, and hooked up with my mom. I'm not clear on the full details, but I got put up for adoption back in regular time."

"Wow," Patsy says. "That's so...weird. And I'm sorry. About your dad. That's really sad." She tilts her head and crosses her arms in front of her. "My mom used to write comic books about my friends and I as high schoolers. It was weird. I mean...yeah. It was weird." She smiles. "Having strangers reading overly dramatized accounts of your romantic adventures and stuff. But it helps you get ready for being in the spotlight, I guess?"

Owen shrugs. "I can only guess about that. I'm supporting cast, at best, so far as the big-league heroes and such go back home. How romantically adventurous are you, kitten?" He winks at her, the nickname already sinking firmly into place.

Patsy blinks. She tilts her head the other way and raises an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, are you hitting on me?"

"Honestly? Not sure yet. 'Kitten's just cuz it suits you." Owen shrugs, waving a hand. "Got a way about me that just makes me all kindsa forward and shameless. Doc told me it's my own little brand of PTSD from Dad dieing. I've got less of a filter when it comes to being flattering to ladies."

He pauses, then smirks. "Why? Is it working?"

"..." Patsy didn't know if she wanted to walk away or laugh. "I'm sorry about your dad, really, but that has to be the weirdest form of PTSD ever," she says with a wry smile. She bites her lip and considers Owen's question. And then, grinning brightly, she says, "No," before pausing and adding, "Sorry!"

"Well then I clearly wasn't really trying." Owen grins, chuckling. "See? That's the beauty of it right there." He lifted his chin and grinned, apparently pleased with himself.

He then held up a hand and shook his head. "I'm harmless though, scout's honor."

Patsy chuckles. "I'll take your word for it," she says, nodding. "Though I have to tell you that I was trained by some of the best martial artists where I come from. So no funny stuff, mister."

Owen nods with a relaxed smile. "No worries, kitten. I can take care of myself just fine though. I got more from my mom than my fiery locks and dreamy eyes after all." Without likely having seen him reach for it, there's a boomerang in his hand.

"I've got some nifty moves."

"Nifty and smooth," Patsy replies, looking down at the boomerang. "Aren't we all sorts of talented?" She reaches out with her mind and telekinetically lifts the boomerang from Owen's hands. "Oh...whoops," she smiles as the boomerang gently whirls around in the air between the two of them.

"Not so bad yourself, kitten." Owen grins. "What else can you do?"

And with that question, Patsy's entire I'm-so-cool-calm-and-collected demanour drops and she bounces. "I have some telepathic ability too!" she practically squees. "And Moondragon was totally teaching me how to use my tk to help me supplement my fighting ability!"

Yes, she certainly does.

Oh come on! She's standing right in front of him!

Owen grins, eyes widening. "That's really cool. Me, I'm a natural with just about anything I can throw, can design some pretty special trick boomerangs, and... I've got some speed in me. Comes and goes though."

Watch it, mister. Patsy Walker saw that look!

"No control, huh? That must be horribly tragic for you."

You can't prove anything!

Owen snorts at that, rubbing his soul patch. "Watch yourself there, kitten. Don't make me find a spray bottle." He winks. "Now who's the one being cocky?"

He shrugs. "Seriously though? I can draw, throw, and catch without a problem." He holds up a hand and shakes it so fast it blurs. "It's getting my whole self in motion that doesn't always work."

"I prefer it as being catty, all things considered," Patsy says, giving the ~~hero~~ ~~villain~~ whatever he was an arched eyebrow. And then she turns a little red again and looks down. "So once you're moving, you're fine, but it's a bit of a problem getting you to move? How...do you do out in the field when you're chasing down a bad guy?"

"I do fine in the field." Owen nods, moving the conversation along. No reason to let things turn hostile at all. "It's not easy to outrun something moving faster than sound, and the force behind that gives it quite a bit of distance too."

He rubs his soul-patch again, collecting his thoughts. "Running... I can feel when it's working or not, so I'm not usually caught by surprise. Just sometimes I wish it was 'on', and it's not."

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