Hey, Can You Do Me A Favor?

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa groaned after she got a phone call from the City. The car she ordered before getting shot was finally ready. The bad part was she was not going to even attempt to go to the City to pick it up, nor was she going to pay some insane fee to have it shipped to her at her mansion. She may be rich, she may never have to worry about money ever again, but she would be damned if she wasted money on a stupid fee.

There was only one person she knew that could possibly help her, and maybe spend some time with her after such a task. Picking her phone back up, she began to dial Ryan's number. She rubbed the back of her head, waiting until she heard him pick up on the other end.

"Ryan? It's Alisa. I need you to do me a big favor..." She sounded somewhat cute when asking, and back to her normal self. "Think you can help a gal out? I promise you won't regret it."

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[realstarpower]

Ryan himself had never known what it was like to need weapons, given that his own body was technically a weapon. Well, as long as there's ambient cosmic energy to constantly recharge my batteries.

He let out a soft whistle, though. "That should keep you safe through a small attack on your mansion," he said, eyeing the guns. Ryan himself had never really been one for guns. While any mutant or mutate could hold back on their powers so as not to kill someone or wound them with blood, guns worked very differently. Sure, they didn't kill, but most people who wielded them didn't know how to use them as well as people like Ryan did their powers.

"Though I'm not sure that I would necessarily call them toys," he added.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I may be near invulnerable at times, Ryan, but if my powers are not at a certain capacity, I am a sitting duck. I usually use non-lethal means, my stun batons, fists, the machine I have for a leg..." She waved her hand again. "Unfortunately, non-violent means do non-lethal means do not work on the following: Robots, zombies, cars... stuff like that. Though I doubt any of those things will come and do me harm. If I did, I must be seriously messed up!"

When he told her was unsure if she should call her weapons collection a bunch of "toys", Alisa gave a slight shrug.

"I suppose you are correct, in that weapons are not "toys". I just like taking some of them to the range for what I consider "playtime". It's just fun to try and best my old record."

She cracked a smile, hitting the button again to hide all the weapons with some ease.

"Hey, you once asked me something... about how so many people could hate me. Did you ever want an answer to that?"

[realstarpower]

Ryan had a healthy collection of action figures at home. He had a very different collection of what a toy was, to be true. "I understand the thing about taking to the shooting range," he nodded.

Ryan blinked. He hadn't remembered asking her that question, though it sounded like the sort of thing he'd ask in jest. "Sure," he said. "Though I don't think I'd been entirely serious when I'd asked you that."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa continued to grin as she ran a hand through her new mohawk.

"People hate me 'cause I'm beautiful." Perhaps his joking nature rubbed off on her in a sense. She was less depressing and well... insane, and more herself. That was for sure. In fact, most of their talk was very light hearted and fun. Just like it used to be.

She made her way from the "living room" of the bunker to the kitchen area. Eventually she came out with two Mexican cokes, tossing one over to Ryan before taking a seat on the couch.

"So, how are you and girl doin' these days? You both look cute together in the tabloids."