JULY ROGUEHAUS CATCH-ALL

[pyrogue]

WHO: The rogueccupants of Heropa #020 & Guests
WHERE: said house in heropa
WHEN: July!
WHAT: A catch-all for shenanigans that may involve 1 or more Rogues
WARNINGS: They're all trainwrecks, but will edit if necessary!

(( any and all #roguehaus peeps can use this for their needs ))

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[catchacold]

You're a good provider.

[Leonard is home and currently leaning against the door frame, inspecting the elaborate dinner being spread out on the table. Home-cooked meal, even bewildering to him when it isn't delivered in this especially strange way.]

What's the catch?

[foreshadower]

The catch? [ Shade asked, disappearing in a puff of shadow fabric, that drifted and faded, until nothing hit the ground.

A moment later, he reappeared with another puff of the shadows, and more food. ]

The catch is, you have to eat it. Sounds simple enough, yes?

[catchacold]

[Leonard studies that shadow fabric with interest, taking a step closer but not daring to actually touch it. He frowns and moves away again when Shade returns.]

Simple enough. I'm just not used to shadow delivery.

Or any homecooking for that matter. But here I am, Trickster and Shade putting dinner on the table.

[foreshadower]

It's odd at first, I hear. [ He turned to look at Len with a half grin, as if there were something funny there. ] I'll take you on a trip, sometime, and you can see just how odd it is.

[ Another vanish, and reappearance. This time -- it's wine. Of course it's wine. ]

You are a lucky man, stick around us for long enough, and you'll likely never have to cook again. [ Shade says, as if he is one of the Rogues, when he's more... tangentially related, but with no Jack around, he has to have someone to spend time with. He's bored. ]

[catchacold]

Sounds intriguing. [Suspicious - and he trusts no one - but intriguing.]

Never really been a cook, so that's good news. I'm not used to home-cooked food.

[Not at home either, not ever as such. But Shade cooks, Trickster cooks and now there's alcohol.]

I ain't complaining.

[foreshadower]

So being here is practically like being at a restaurant, of course!

[ Like Shade would ever serve dinner without wine. What is he, a plebian?

Next is the Absinthe, though. That's just pretentious. ]

At least all my efforts won't be wasted, yes? [ A pause. ] You are going to sit down, before you eat?

[catchacold]

Might have to watch you eat first. Although given the whole immortal and shady business, that exercise in paranoia would be pointless.

[He looks at the table, shaking his head a little.]

You like living it up.

[foreshadower]

Long lives tend to precipitate that sort of thing.

[ He said. Bluntly. ] Besides, I don't need to eat, so a sublime experience is crucial.

[catchacold]

Good thing I'm not immortal then, doubt I'm cut out for that.

[Leonard pushes away from the wall, walking further into the room and inspecting the table critically.]

So this is sublime?

[foreshadower]

I'm no professional chef...

[ He waved a hand, dismissively. ]

But after two-hundred years, I am quite good.

[catchacold]

That's a lot of experience. Maybe you should open up a restaurant with that. I'd tip you.

[Slight mockery is easier than to fully wrap his mind around all of this. Shadow powers.]

I never got into cooking much.

[foreshadower]

Me? Serve mortals? Perish the thought.

I've enough money and all the time in the world, I'm hardly going to waste it all for others. I'm not quite that self sacrificing.

[ A pause. ]

That, of course, is why I was a supervillain, and not a hero.

[catchacold]

Not that big on the benevolence, are you? But we get free food?

[Leonard does finally pull out a chair, although he's not sitting down just yet.]

What's in it for you?

[foreshadower]

Interesting company.

[ He brushed his shoulder. ]

I'm a very bored individual, you see.

[catchacold]

[Leonard sits down in the chair, but with one foot propped up so he can loosely wrap his arm around his leg, head leaning against his knee. He's not one for sitting properly.]

I know how that can be. I ain't the most entertained person right now either.

[foreshadower]

Well, considering this world...

[ Shade's lip curled, and an eyebrow rose. ]

Why do you think I'm cooking so much?

[ He asked, waving a hand. ]

I need something to do.

[catchacold]

Glad that's working for you, but I somehow don't see myself putting on an apron any time soon.

[He's also not about to eat while they are talking and he'd just be sitting here eating with Shade watching, because that feels all kinds of odd. So he just sits an watches him instead.]

I'll have to look for something to do that's more up my alley.

[foreshadower]

I have a wide range of experience, my boy.

[ He said, with a laugh.

Well, if Cold wasn't going to eat... Shade would. Just because he didn't need to eat didn't mean he couldn't. He did, and more than was probably necessary. ]

Perhaps I can turn you in the correct direction.

[catchacold]

[Len looks at Shade and then he has to chuckle, because 'my boy'? Not something he's commonly referred to, but in Shade's case it even makes sense to some degree.]

Sure thing, old man. Turn me.

[foreshadower]

[ Just like he's not used to being called boy, "old man" isn't soemthing Shade's used to, but... well...

It's true. ]

Let's see if I have you correct -- cold gun, penchant for grand larceny... What other skills are we missing, before we get you in the right direction?

[catchacold]

I'm also quite good at petty crime.

[There's more to him, but Len's always sold himself short, at least in words. Deeds, that's another matter.]

I don't have my gun. Yet. But I can tell you that I've never found much to do in the right direction.

[foreshadower]

Mm, of course not.

Who among us does?

[ Asks the immortal that guards an entire city -- either through illicit means or otherwise. ]

Have you thought about using those talents for... better purposes? I can assure you, the crime thing gets a touch old after a while. Boring, even.

[catchacold]

Don't think I'm in any danger of any part of me getting old.

[Not everyone can be immortal.]

But if you ever need an immortal dictator taken out, that's on my resumé, so point the way.

[foreshadower]

Ah yes, well, I just may.

[ A grin, then. ]

I don't get along with the rest of the immortals. Go figure.

[catchacold]

Right now I'm 0 for 1 in actually successfully taking one out, but at least I've tried before.

[He has to be honest, he doesn't have the best immortal killing track record.]