Meeting the New Beau

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa sat at another restaurant. It had been a bit since she saw her father, and already he claimed to have met a charming young man that was perfect for her. Enough that he struck a deal with him for her hand in marriage. The rumor amongst the Guilds was that her dowry had been some incredibly rare, and valuable, Captain America cards from 1944. In mint condition, and misprinted.


Alisa swore that if anyone found out, she;d be the laughing stock of New York City, and New Orleans. This man was a member of Law Enforcement, not a member of one of the Guilds of New Orleans. That was a tiny blessing. But it also meant that it would prevent her form going back to her activities as an Enforcer, and keep her on a very tight leash. Jean Luc was not kidding when he said he wanted her out of trouble.


"Though I am REALLY scared as to how he managed to find someone in Law Enforcement! But then again, he DID have a connection to SHIELD during World War 2. The old man really does have connections everywhere, doesn't he?" Alisa thought to herself, as she began to re-apply her make-up. "Maybe he will have an "accident" on the way to the alter. Or maybe he'll chicken out! God... I hope he chickens out!"

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[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Huh. I thought he would have used a more cunning ruse to speak with you, than that. Look, my father means well." Alisa never thought she would be defending Jean Luc LeBeau. But she was. "I have lived a dangerous life since I was a child. He believes if I settle down with a good man, I will lead a more happier, fulfilling life."

Alisa shook her head, before taking a sip of water from her glass.

"I've lost most of my leg, and have neurological implants that allow me to maintain my intelligence and speaking abilities. They also monitor my power levels and warn me if I am going to "overload"." Alisa waved her hand about as she explained this. "After I was hacked into and forced to run Murderworld, my Father dissuaded me from coming back into the Guild. He convinced me that getting married and settling down would be in my best interest, and that he had some suitors in mind. Never told me that he knew a suitor in SHIELD. The ones he named were all Guild members, and about ten or so years my senior."

[grandson_of_coul]

"Because I'm not a suitor. I am a person a crazy old man thought would court his daughter in some ridiculously old fashioned manner," Steve said, but even then his mind was working, and it was coming up with a dozen ways to confirm what she was saying. he preyed on his sympathies, just not in the way one would expect. Especially in ways Steve wouldn't expect.

Damn it to hell.

He winces at the mention of the legs and the implants, but now his curiosity is piqued.

"Monitor your power levels?" There's a quick eye-dart around, before he leans in a bit. "As in your physical talents or a more...advanced form of powers?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I am a mutant, Steve." Alisa's lips curled into a little smile. "I absorb people's anger, rage, and hate... and convert it to physical powers for myself. It makes me stronger, faster, and invulnerable at times. If I absorb too much, it can effect my mental state or make me go into a blind rage, like the Hulk."

Their appetizer arrived. Some steamed clams. Alisa took a dainty little fork to remove the clam meat from one and eat it. She then held up the shell for Steve to see. She covered it with her hands with a small plate under her. A loud crack and crunch could be heard, and then she began to rub her hands together... showing she had broken the shell, and had turned it into dust.

With a pile of dust on that small plate, Alisa took a cloth napkin and began to clean her hands a bit.

"Please excuse me, I think I need to use the ladies room. That clam was a bit messy." She again smiled and excused herself. After a short trip to the ladies room to wash her hands, she returned to her seat, wondering what Steve was going to say.

[grandson_of_coul]

Steves face, not exactly shocked, is not exactly shocked or surprised when this news is shared. But to know that she had a power akin to the Hulk, where it is an emotion and not, say, just a certain inborn ability to something like fly or teleport, well that irks him slightly.

Not because she's a mutant. It's just...he's always seemed to have gotten some weird luck when it comes to meeting people. And now he's effectively engaged to someone who gets power from rage.

Great.

"Well, I don't really know what to say to that. You're a mutant, that's fine. No problem from me. What's the problem is I'm effectively engaged to a woman who I don't know who can crush clams with her hands."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Well, we have options." Alisa pointed out, eating another clam. They were good, expensive, and she was damned if they went to waste. "We can try and get to know one and other. Like a courtship. If it does not work out, I can say something to my Father, and MAYBE he will listen and call the whole thing off. Though... those cards ARE worth a few million. I'd either have to pay for them or you. And well, I doubt SHIELD pays you that well."

She looked a bit hopeful.

"Honestly, I was a bit worried you'd be another old man wanting my hand and produce a few children for him. Instead, you want out of this mess, and I like that."

[grandson_of_coul]

"I might get paid that much in a single lifetime at SHIELD," Steve muttered under his breath. "I doubt he'll just take the cards back?"

Steve thought for a moment, trying to really parse that.

"So...you're the daughter of the head of the Thieves Guild, you're a mutant, one who basically has the same abilities as one of the strongest beings on Earth, and you're effectively being used as breeding stock?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"My father is old fashion. He thinks a woman will be happy living a quiet life with children." She took another sip of water. "Women in the Thieves and Enforcers Guild are rare. Only female Thief I knew was my Tante Mercy. I was only one of three in the Enforcers branch. All the others were married off as soon as they could be. Sometimes love was involved, sometimes a dowry, sometimes it was a power move for a family. The Guild is still in... archaic times."

Alisa continued to give Steve a bit of a smile as she spoke.

"My Brother was actually made to marry his best friend, to prevent a Guild war from breaking out. They were just kids. Eight-teen years old. After he was exiled, I was to take his place and one day marry an Assassin to maintain some fragile peace. Thankfully, he returned, stopped the war, brought peace between the two guild, united them, and I was no longer needed. I joined the Enforcers branch, became a thug for hire for the elite of society. It paid for me to go to College, live lavishly, but it was a lonely life."

[grandson_of_coul]

"There's a difference between archaic and ancient. And sexist to boot," Steve said, his voice betraying a sense of annoyance at what he heard.

"Look, i should let you know that I've pretty much been career SHIELD my whole life. I get the idea of being a legacy in a larger organization, but if SHIELD pulled half the shit your dad did, my sister alone would lead the riots."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Believe me, I fought hard for my position in the Guild and what power I had, Steve. Unfortunately it lead to two assassination attempts on me. One was almost successful." She tapped her head, where she had been shot. "We come from two different worlds, my friend. Two VERY different worlds."

Their dinner order finally showed up. Alisa had ordered herself some raw oysters, with a lobster tail and some broccoli on the side. She took out a bottle of hot sauce from her purse, and began to put it on one of the oysters, before eating it.

"Oh wow, these ARE good... I should order them more often. Would you like one, Steve?"

[grandson_of_coul]

"I'm not big on seafood. More of a meat and potatoes kind of guy, although I don't mind a few types of fish every once in a while," Steve said, reminding himself to look at the menu so that he could put something up and think without being watched over.

His first thought is internal panic. He's definitely not happy with this situation, but with him accepting the gift (no matter how much he would want to simply return the cards) he had placed himself in a rather uncomfortable position. But...there are opportunities there. He knows paperwork, things like finances and shipping costs and the like. He didn't know how he would get them, but there would be a hell of a coup to get those details to SHIELD...

Could this work?

"Is there anything here you'd recommend? Besides the oysters, I mean," He said from behind the menu.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"This is a strictly seafood restaurant. Thus the name "The Oyster Bar"." She felt bad, hearing he preferred a good steak over seafood. Not because of his preference, but because the menu here did not have anything for him to eat. Alisa thought for a moment, before a big smile came across her face. She waved one of the waiters over to them.

"I'd like the check please." She then turned to Steve. "I know a wonderful steak place that is a few blocks from here. Why don't we head over, my treat."

[grandson_of_coul]

...well, this was a pleasant surprise.

"I wouldn't mind that at all," Steve said, a little dumbfounded with the offer. Good steak wasn't cheap, let alone good steak in New York City.