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Diana | Wonder Woman (wonderful) wrote in thedoorway,
@ 2015-09-12 11:04:00

Entry tags:

diana prince / wonder woman (jlu), fandral

Who: Fandral and Wonder Woman
When: September 12, morning
Where: a coffee shop
What: An Asgardian and Amazonian walk into a coffee shop.
Rating: low

Coffee. It was one of the few mortal creations that Diana was truly enamored with, in particular when the coffee drink was frozen with caramel or chocolate added in. She had found a small spot for such drinks, and found a spot at a small metal table placed on the sidewalk. She’d arrived early that morning after not being able to sleep well the night before. And two hours later she still sat there, unsure of what to do with herself after people watching for so long. The people stared back less now that she’d switched to civilian clothes- a white dress that reminded her of the loose, Greek clothing her mother had always worn.

She looked down into her now empty frap cup, tapping her foot a little. Diana knew she needed to find something to do. Maybe another round at the gym- then at least she could feel successful and not so stagnant.
 She’d talked to a man named Captain America (she thought he and Clark would get along rather well) a few days before. But even if she shared the same ability to be a hero with many here, Diana was other. Some people who had arrived to Midgard had entire groups of peers. She had no one, no job, no friends at that moment. Midgard wasn’t even a planet she had back in her home world.

Maybe that was better. It was less painful for her team, for the Justice League. She gripped the side of her table as she thought of Hawkgirl. She’d been betrayed by women before, but never so thoroughly. Hawkgirl was going to cause the destruction of man’s world, and of Themyscira.

Even before, in her world where she’d known where to rest her head and who to ask to coffee, she’d been lonely. Diana had been with mortals, those who did not know what it meant to be godlike. She missed her Amazon sisters. There was a half sister in Midgard, but Diana was fearful of that meeting. Her mother had only one child, which meant that this Wonder Girl could very well be confirmation of Diana’s biggest fears of her paternity. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about Hades and the god’s… implications.

Her hand clenched hard, and bent the metal of the table without Diana meaning to. A deep indent of her palm, half the table warped.

“Hera,” Diana said to herself, feeling red in her face as she looked around, thankful none of the cafe staff were there. She’d have to fix this, or pay for this. She wasn’t even fully sure how money worked in man’s world. That had always been Batman’s job.

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ohsodashing
2015-09-14 02:01 am UTC (link)

There was something to be said for Midgard's cities. They had their own distinct charm and Fandral had spent enough time in the City of New York to at least know some of its personality. It could even be say that some of its members recognized him, vendors and shopkeepers that he frequented in his visits when not busy with Thor or related business. There was much to be said of the city it was true and while there had been hostilities, the city had for the most part welcomed the refugees better than he would have initially expected. Thor did have opinions on the Midgardians and perhaps that fell in line with them, even if Fandral personally still felt that Midgardian matters would be better left to themselves and Thor had more pressing concerns when in came to the galaxy and to Asgard. The infinity stones were one concern, but as was Odin's increasing age. Thor had been meant to take over Odin's throne and without a clear successor with Thor still insisting that he had stepped aside and Loki's betrayal in the eyes of Asgard, that left worry within the court that as the years began to stack up chatter continued on.

And as the only one of their little group that actually paid mind to that chatter now that Loki was gone, well, it could get a bit tiresome.

So for today Fandral was enjoying Midgard's city for what it had to offer. And today it happened to offer on the of newly arrived refugees, one that had come while Fandral had been busy elsewhere in the realms rather than in his usual post at the tesseract. "Lady Diana." he chirped happily as he saw the damage to the table. "I hope the table had not offended you so."

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wonderful
2015-09-14 05:23 am UTC (link)

This was not how Diana wanted to meet people- sitting awkwardly, alone, with a busted table. She wanted to sink into the wall behind her, but bravery had always been a defining trait of the Amazons. She would not shy away.

“No, my memories did,” Diana said, standing up politely and trying to place the face. Thankfully not many people had tried to talk to her so far, and his name came out of the depths of her memories. “Mr. Fandral?” she guessed, offering her hand to shake his a little awkwardly. It was a very human action to her, but it was the norm according to Wally. Mind you, when Wally shook someone’s hand he did it so quickly that your arm almost fell off of your shoulder.

Fandral was tall. And if Diana had been in her own world, she would have guessed the man as being a hero or of the Gods- he almost looked like Ares, only without so much angry arrogance.

Unlike Fandral, Diana had no connection to New York- even her own world’s version. Her cities were Metropolis, an Gotham, sometimes Silver City. John had talked about Harlem before, which she knew was in this general area. or so Diana thought- perhaps she needed to take some of the classes offered to newcomers. She’d always lived at head quarters, up in space where the Earth was just a blue marble far below. It had been a distant promise of battles to fight, lives to save… worries to worry. Burdens to bear.

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ohsodashing
2015-09-16 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Fandral took Diana's hand, bowing down and kissing the back of it with flourish before righting himself again. His own charm and centuries of courtly manners took their place as his mother was likely thrilled with. "Lord Fandral that Dashing at your service, Lady Diana."

The staff did not seem entirely pleased with the damage done to the table but that could be easily rectified. Given how much destruction happened to this city it seemed on a regular basis Fandral wondered how Midgardians even kept track of the smaller incidents. But it would do no good to see them deprived of goods simply from a refugee having difficulty settling in. Lady Diana would hardly be the first. "There's little I can do for your memories, but we can have this table situation sorted I think." he offered with a smile.

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wonderful
2015-09-17 06:16 am UTC (link)

Diana had never been the sort to let anyone, least of all a man, take care of her problems. But she’d also learned that she didn’t need to control everything around her- that was part of being in a community. Diana didn’t feel a part of this community though- not yet. But maybe it was all about little steps this time, rather than just being thrust into it.

“I wouldn’t burden you with them. But thank you,” Diana said, trying hard not to laugh a the flourish. And the name. And the clothes. And the title. His blond hair and good looks had made her think of Ares, but now that he spoke she could not help but think of Hermes instead- sure of himself, always with a quick tongue. Fandral would have done well in Olympus, better than Diana would have. “Please- I have no titles here. Just Diana.”

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ohsodashing
2015-09-18 02:20 pm UTC (link)

"It's hardly a burden." Fandral chuckled easily as he began to make his way inside the restaurant. Helping out a lovely woman, especially one it seemed who might be able to keep up with him in combat, was one of life's rare pleasures in his opinion. "You are not the first refugee to stumble into such a situation. Stark Charities usually is there, but I've little use for Midgardian wealth so there's no need to go through that hassle."

SWORD paid him, as he was aware, as SHIELD had prior for the work with the tesseract and the refugees. But Fandral did have little need for wealth here, though the occasional banquet that could be held with it wasn't remiss. "And then I insist you call me Fandral as well." he added before looking over at one of the waitress' "Ah, yes, could you direct me to your manager, my lady?"

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wonderful
2015-09-27 12:27 am UTC (link)

ooc: I AM SO SORRY. I had a convention I forgot I was going to, RL stuff, and then got sick all in one week. But I'm back now.

Refugee. She’d seen refugees before, she’d helped them; but they had always been from some forgotten country on the edge of the world’s radar until the numbers got too big. And then they were reviled, hated by the countries they passed through or tried to settle in. Was she a refugee? She supposed she was. It was not a title she was comfortable with, and she was uncomfortable with her discomfort.

“Fandral, then,” Diana said. “You shall have to let me repay you in some way. I do not allow a kindness to go unmet.” She wished she had Clark’s charm. Or Wally’s charisma. Or Batman’s lack of caring. The only time she’d been able to be charming was when she’d danced with Bruce, and that was because Bruce Wayne was everything Batman wasn’t.

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