Summary:Mari drops by The Tri to see the latest arrival. Reilly becomes 'legal'. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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The Triskelion is located on Governers Island in New York. Well, it is in this reality. Whether it is in other realities or indeed, if it even exists, is a good question and not one that Mari McCabe wants to comtemplate as she's escorted through The Triskelion to meet up with Dark Devil, as she knows him.
The young man had been made to feel at home in SHIELD, as much as was possible and given temporary accomodation within the facility while he was 'processed'.
Unfortunately, processing is going to take a couple of days to achieve - ID's just don't make themselves after all.
Entering the rec room where people often congregate, the dark skinned ex-model looks around and flashes a big smile to the Agent "Thank Agent Garcia. I'll be sure to call when I'm ready to leave." She's in a nice pant suit that complements her colouring - and thoroughly recognisable as the woman who helped Reilly in the Disaster Zone the other night.
He's supposed to be here somewhere.
Reilly is there, standing off by himself and looking out a window. He was given some clothes to wear, not a SHIELD uniform but more in the nature of off duty civvies. After all, clothes do tend to get destroyed whether by field agents or lab personnel. His appearance is that of a perfectly normal, mid 20s red headed guy so there's not much to make him stand out. Aside from the flaming billy club he's idly twirling in one hand.
If it wasn't for the Billy Club, Mari wouldn't be certain that Darkdevil was actually there. The ex-model moves across the room and stops not far behind him. "Not much of view from here, I'm afraid." She says, quietly but not a whisper - it's pitched just right for the room. Reilly won't mistake the accent either, it's Mari - or Vixen - she doesn't go to great lengths to hide her identity.
"I can see they gave you the standard issue for 'guests' of the Tri. I suppose it's a step up from the orange jumpsuits have to wear - that would clash terribly with your hair."
If he turns to look at her, she's got a couple of bags with her. One of them has some lovely scents coming from it "I hope you're not vegetarian. I thought you might like some New York fare."
Glancing over his shoulder at the words, Reilly gives the billy club a little toss into the air and it disappears. "Vixen." Though it's half a question. But who else could it be. "The costume would be a bit distracting to wear around here. I wasn't sure about letting them know what I look like or my name but…" He shrugs. "Not much choice, is there? Not if I want ID." Looking at the bag, he smiles briefly. "Closer to a carnivore. Thanks."
Mari flashes that smile again. "Good, cause I bought you a burger and fries to start with. I thought it might help to get acclimated - not sure what it was like where … you're from."
"Mari when I'm dressed like this but Vixen in costume." Handing the bag over, watching as the club disappears, she cants her head to a table "Shall we sit? I mean, I'm assuming you don't mind the company. I've got some more stuff for you too."
"And given as I only know you as Darkdevil, I shall call you that." She's a troll sometimes. A good natured one, but a troll none the less.
"Has it been traumatic, then? Being … processed?"
"I've had a burger and fries before." Reilly points out. "And I'm from New York. The city looks pretty much the same, not counting the part we were in. Or this place." Pulling out a chair, he sits. "Reilly. No more traumatic than being stranded here. I doubt your Sorcerer Supreme will be able to help."
"You haven't had *these* burger and fries." Mari points out, taking a seat as she looks at the youth. "Reilly then and I don't suppose it was more traumatic than that. Why do you think our Sorcerer Supreme can't help? Because Doc … what did you call him? Magus? beat him in your reality?"
She'd been listening. Confused but listening. "Go on, eat it."
As he eats, the woman slides the other bag towards him. "I had to guess at your size, but I figured the fashion sense here wasn't great and I've seen those orange jumpsuits…" She shudder in an exaggerated way. "There's some jeans, a couple of t-shirts and a shirt. I'm sure you'll want to rectify that when you can, but for now …" She shrugs.
"So … why were you in the Astral plane? And what was that with the demon?"
"Because traveling to other universes can't be simple if you're actually trying to do it." Reilly answers, pulling the food out of the bag and starting to eat. "I don't know if it was the astral plane. It was somewhere. Zarathos was trying to kill me again. He did something and I ended up there." He looks at the other bag and nods. "Thanks. Yeah, I'll need to do some shopping I guess. I'll need to shake down some drug dealers to get cash."
Mari blinks at the youth, he can't more than twenty, mid-twenties maybe, and blinks. "You could always get employment and get cash, you know. I mean, if you're going after drug dealers - as long as you put them in the jail or stop them dealing, that's alright - but there are *other* ways to get cash."
"Again? You two seemed well acquainted, that's for sure. I'm curious why you came to be here and not in your … timeline? reality… I suppose."
"Don't write Doc Strange off either. You never know, he might be able to help. I hear through the grapevine he's done some pretty amazing things."
"As you can tell, I'm full of questions and I have a habit of just asking them."
"Just how good is the ID?" Reilly asks, setting down the burger. "Citizenship? Social Security number? I'm a lawyer. If I'm going to be stuck here, I'll want to practice." Not an optimist. "He tried to possess me when I was a kid. He was stopped. Mostly. There's still some of him in me. I'm the one that got away. I'm either going to be his or dead and he doesn't much care which." Pause. "Probably dead at this point." As for why he's here? "I don't know how I got here. Someone screwed up." Doc Magus, most likely.
"I can't say, but speak to the team here, you're not the first interdimensional refugee. Many are out and about and have made a life. What type of law do you practice?" Mari raises a shoulder and drops it again. "I'm sure that will be possible, in the long term."
"Some of him … in you. Is that why you can throw that fire around? That's an impressive ability to have. May I ask about the costume? It's like Dare Devils - but you said he died. Did you take the look as a tribute?"
He'll believe it when he sees it. "Criminal law." At the question, Reilly nods. "The Hellfire, the charmingly demonic appearance, this and that." he agrees. "Yes, I owe him so I'm following in his footsteps." In more ways than one. "So you're a SHIELD agent?"
"Criminal law. Well that's something. No shortage of the need for that around here." Mari smiles easily, sitting back in the chair. "Hellfire. It was effective but no rocket launcher. What will you do if he comes for you again?"
Because it sounds like he will and it sounds like Reilly doesn't really want to discuss his history - not that Mari blames him.
"Me? No, I'm not a SHIELD agent. I own McCabe Industries - a fashion house, mostly, but I'm branching out." beat "That's the day job, anyway. I'm also Vixen and I try to help out. One of the 'damned vigilantes' that cause so many problems." She's teasing a bit.
"The way things worked out for me, I work with a lot agencies. SHIELD is one and I know a couple of Avengers through my efforts. I was a bit of mess when I first started out…"
"Now, I have to balance my board and my … thrill seeker ways. It makes for an interesting life. Mind if I ask how you got started?"
"Already told you. Zarathos tried to possess me, Daredevil saved me, and I decided to take up his sword. Or billy club in this case. Given enough training and the right genetics and here I am." Reilly spreads his arms in a clear 'Here I am.' gesture before picking up some fries to nibble on. "It makes for an interesting life."
"I guess you did. And interesting lives are the best." Mari answers. "In addition to practicing law are you going to keep up the vigilante work? SHIELD might be interested in contracting you. If you're looking for a team, that is. There are other teams, or so I hear, and there are those like myself who work … well, not alone now, but I did."
As they sit there, a young woman approaches. "Ah, there you are Mister Tyne. I'm Julianne Grosch, I work in the resettlement area of SHIELD." She holds out a hand before continuing. "If you have a moment, I have some items for you."
Mari just smiles and gestures - 'be my guest'.
"I have no plans to retire. And I usually worked solo." Reilly tells Mari. He finishes the last of the burger as the woman comes over. "Yes, Ms. Grosch?"
Julianne takes a seat, offering Mari an apologetic smile. "I have your paperwork here and I'd like to go through it."
Opening the folder she has, Reilly can see it all. Drivers licence, Birth Certificate and another ID with the SHIELD logo on it. It's the latter she points to, to start with. "I'm assuming your familiar with the standard identification documents. This ID is not a SHIELD employee or contractor ID - not fully. If you find that you are questioned on any of this, you can show this ID. The authorities will know who to contact." There's a holographic image in the corner that she taps. "This here has data encoded about you, that only SHIELD and WAND agents can access. It gives you the status of 'interdimensional refugee' and whilst it doesn't give you full legal immunity, the agents will know they may need to provide additional assistance."
Pushing the folder over for Reilly to check over, Julianne continues "We've set you up a bank account with two hundred dollars. It's not much, I know, but it's a start. Until you find work, we'll pay a small stipend that will help you find accomodation and buy food. We figure that most people don't want to live here."
Giving the youth some time to review everything - the woman falls silent. "Let me know if we've missed anything or if you have questions."
Reilly Tyne flips through the documents and looks them over. "I'm impressed. We didn't have anything like this. Well, not that I know of. Maybe we did." Setting them down on the folder, he tells her "I'm a criminal attorney. Can you set add me to the NY State bar association? I assure you, I passed the bar. Or failing that, get me a degree at a law school and I'll just take the bar here."
"We try our best, Mister Tyne. Whilst we don't get many 'refugees' we get some. Not many outside SHIELD know of our program, Miss McCabe here obviously is one of those. Perhaps you did where you came from. Perhaps you didn't."
Julianne blinks at the question and frowns, shuffling through the folder. "Oh, yes. Your degree, you mentioned that on your survey. They must still be processing that. I'll get that dropped by when it's done, it shouldn't be long. You *will* have to take the bar again, I afraid."
"You're welcome to stay here a little longer till you find some accomodation for yourself." However, Julianne is sure that Reilly will leave as soon as he can. Most do. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave you to it."
"I passed it once, I'll pass it again." Reilly says matter of factly. A minor annoyance compared to being stranded in another universe. Just bad icing on the horrible tasting cake. "Thank you. I'll find something shortly."
"Very well, then. Good luck, Mister Tyne." Julianne turns and heads out.
"Well then, Reilly. It seems you're legal. What are you going to do? Stick around here? Or get out for a bit?" beat "I can help if you'd like some company. I don't have another meeting till this late this afternoon."
Reilly puts the documents into a pocket and asks "Want to show me the worst part of the city? I feel like working out some frustration by busting some gang banger heads. I don't object to company if you want to help."
"With pleasure." Mari rises. "We'll drop by your apartment and then I'll get my costume and we can go. You've seen the Disaster Zone, that's a good place to start but there are others that need some seeing to."
"Come on." You don't need to ask Mari twice to do something.