Who: Mars & Poison When: July, 23rd, 2008 (afternoon) Where: Xavier's; courtyard What: a chat Status: in progress Rating: PG-13
Evelyn decided to head outside for a wee bit more of fresh air. Hell, the last time had turned out better than she could have hoped. She smirked as she saw "Beauregard" was outside and decided to wander over by him. He was smoking again. "I hear you’re dating little miss apple pie," she said. "She approve of the hobby?" Eve gestured to the cigarette.
Ronan shrugged before he took another drag. "Doesn't look like she has a choice, now does it?" He knew that Zap didn't like the habit, but Ronan was finding it hard to stop (the nicotine gum was still as awful as it was the first time). He blew the smoke out through his mouth slowly before he turned his gaze to the snake woman. "Did ye want somethin'?"
Evelyn laughed. "Oh... trouble in paradise?" She lazily leaned against the tree. "Can't say I'm too surprised." She tossed out. Then with a shrug she admitted, "Not really. Just looking for a kindred soul to pass some time with."
He let out a snort. Things were about as great as they would ever get, he reckoned. Not that she needed to know that. "I don' see why ye're so interested." From what he gathered from the sparring in the yard they'd done, he figured she and Damage had been in one another's trousers (or spandex?) by the end of the spar. Not that he gave a damn what they did. Of course, fucking didn't always equal 'relationship', did it? He supposed he (and maybe Margaux) was the one she was the most similar to when it came to weapons knowledge and the like. "How much time were ye lookin' ta pass?"
Evelyn shrugged. "Maybe because I am far used to doing a good deal more than I am doing right now." She was bored out of her mind. "And you interest me. You have ever since we first met." He intrigued her. "You know who I am, don't you?" She wasn't referring to her position as old money, or weapons manufacturer. She was referring to Poison.
"Aye." Of course he did. He knew who everyone was, whether they liked it or not (when it came to their mutations, anyway). "Use that venom much? Do ye poison small animals...or children perhaps?" She was vicious and he knew it when he'd first met her. It didn't take much to be able to pick out a dangerous person (even when they were being polite) when one was used to dealing with such. "Do ye know who I am, lass?" his voice dropped down to just above a whisper. His previous track record wasn't on file.
She rolled the fingers in her hand at the mention of her poison. "Children and small animals, now why didn't I think of that?" She snorted. "Thank you but I actually am not an aspiring psychopath. The people who taste my poison are hardly examples of chastity and purity." Of course that fact usually made it more important to get them out of the way. She was an assassin with a purpose, mostly doing her own work with just a few side jobs here and there. It gave her the leeway to be picky. She examined Mars closely. "Yes, and no. I did a check on ‘Beauregard Lewis’ and now I know why I didn't get anything on him. However I get the feeling that if I checked you out I wouldn't get much more. That... is interesting. Your title is Mars, yet you work at a school dedicated to a pacifist agenda." She was a fairly intelligent person and Mars was a puzzle she wanted to work out. "Your expertise in weapons wasn't at all faked and despite the location you reside at, you are a very dangerous man. I can tell that much about you."
He smirked. It was good to know she wasn't a crazy at any rate. Ronan turned his gaze away from hers for a moment, reflecting. He himself had taken many innocent lives (while in the process of taking down more powerful people), but he wasn't a psychopath. It had been drilled into his brain what he was 'born' to do since he was taken from his family at a young age. Years later, after he'd made the fuckers pay the price for what they'd done to he and his parents, he found himself on these shores. Before he'd left the Emerald Isle, he erased all that existed of his former life, including his name. Xavier had found him wandering amidst the crowded city, searching for anything he could to get his mind off of things. The man had taken him in and helped heal his damaged psyche and helped him become useful within the X-Men and move on. He would never be able to repay him properly for that. Ever. His eyes moved over the woman in front of him as he took in what she said. He smirked again. She was offering herself to him like an open bar through words it seemed, even though she was merely stating her thoughts. He looked into the snake woman's eyes then, "Is the fact that I’m a mystery what intrigues ye so much, or is it just that ye wanna fuck me? ‘Cause I can tell ye how many people I’ve killed, if that’s what yer askin’.”
Evelyn laughed. "Well now, why can't I have both?" She didn't like having to choose between things she wanted. It was a rare time when she actually had to. She waved her hand. "No worries, I know you are taken, and you look like the type not to stray without cutting ties first. I can wait." And she had no doubt that he would eventually cut ties with that woman. She didn't seem the type to understand the man that Ronan really was. A dangerous man, him saying he had killed people didn't surprise her in the least. "I wasn't wondering how many people you've killed, nor do I feel inclined to give you the same offer." Honestly she doubted she could give an accurate count for that. Sure she knew those she killed personally, though she didn't keep count on Darkseekers. But as the head of a business like hers, she assumed she was responsible for more deaths than those. Probably innocent deaths as well. Her personal poison never touched them, but the poison she inherited from her parents could be just as deadly.
Ronan’s face didn’t show it, but Evelyn’s comment that he was “taken” irked him a bit. She was trying to push his buttons, he supposed. She wanted to know all about him - but it was hard to be as interested in Evelyn Ormand. She thought she could get whatever she wanted, when she wanted it. He watched her, though, as she leaned against the tree. Though the woman had no tact (must’ve missed that class at princess school), she was quite a sight to take in, he had to admit. Two could play at this game. He moved forward so he was standing inches from her, but didn’t touch her. “What are ye offerin’, then?” Finally, his hand fell so the tips of his fingers were resting on the side of her ribs and he ran his hand downward in a fluid motion toward her hip where it lingered briefly before dropping back. His left hand flicked his cigarette toward the earth. Ronan’s leg moved forward (slightly between hers) and as his boot came down, his entire leg twisted slowly back and forth as he ground out its light. Throughout, his eyes remained locked with hers.