(Un)Dressing

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"You're welcome," Elsa replied easily enough, gesturing slightly in his direction. She kept listening as he outlined his plans, not sure if she wholly approved, was impressed, or should be talking him out of it. Careers in the military did work out for some people, and perhaps Richard had enough disposition for it. Elsa would certainly rather have someone like him in charge than some of the gungho types she'd encountered prior to now.

"I've heard good things about serving in the military," she offered noncommittally. She'd heard a few bad things, but the good definitely outweighed the bad, and she was willing to bet that he'd already thought through them. Elsa was about to continue along that line when she realized that Richard had yet again flipped the conversation back onto her. She had to smile at that, once more amused by his naivete.

"You could say that," she replied, thinking of her old position. "I'm going to be studying there nonetheless," Elsa really couldn't picture herself divested from the school... somehow she seriously considered her fate tied to the place. Erika was the one branching out; Elsa was the one laying down roots. "Mostly business and dance," Elsa gave another little shimmy at that before nodding. "You certainly shouldn't let my demeanor and attitude here color your opinions of the place. If you've just arrived, you're going to be there for a while. It generally takes at least four years to get your powers under control, unless you're one of those lucky types who don't have to worry about such things," Elsa knew of only a handful who really didn't have to train at all, and she definitely wasn't one of them. She suppressed a sigh, instead letting her eyes slide a little toward the stage. Things were wrapping up: they wouldn't be allowed to stay much longer.

[Richard Buckles]

That is what drove him was a desire to protect and he didn't need to be a Marine to do that but he had yet to see any other fashion in which to do it besides maybe law enforcement but he was not much for the book learning and memorizing laws. The military was simple he thought in comparison. Though he didn't keep up on the news so he wasn't really to aware of the attack on the school that had occurred. He knew about a town in Montana got attacked but didn't click with who did it and why and lastly a where in Montana.

Of course he tried to divert the conversation back to her as he was interested in knowing more about her. Especially if he was going to see her beyond any trips he would take to this establishment. Though he wasn't sure he would return just because he wasn't sure he wanted to come off as a bit stalkerish or sleazy. He got a vague answer out of his inquiry which made him all the more curious. Though she was being very helpful with things now as she explained how it took time to control abilities "Well I don't know if it will take that long. So far seems like its not really out of control at all. Well you know past the headaches."

He of course took in her doing the shimmy enjoyably "What demeanor is that?" he asked her now as he was curious what she could have meant. He never said anything that would show him being offended or made upset by her. And he was enjoying there time together. He saw her eyes go towards the stage and it was getting late now he supposed so maybe it was time to wrap up things.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Ah, so one of those," Elsa said, nodding. She could feel his thoughts outlining his ability, and she dared dip a little to get the full ability. he'd know, feel that sensation like someone looking over his shoulder, reading what he wrote, but Elsa was fairly confident that he wouldn't start thinking he was dealing with a mind-reader just yet. That was never the first place someone's mind went, unless they happened to know who she was already, and this was most certainly not the case right now.

"Oh you know," Elsa said, "almost dismissive, brusque, bitchy gets tossed around a lot," Elsa just smirked at this. They'd been calling her the "Bitchy Bellefonte" for years. Such fans of alliteration. It definitely beat some of the things they could've labeled her with. "I've just been around the school for quite a while," her entire life, "so it colors things slightly. It's a great place though. There's a reason so many of us stay longer than we need to."

Because the college students could, for the most part, leave. They'd mastered their abilities, so nothing kept them. True, the school happened to have a good reputation and staff and so forth, but there was something more to it than that. Elsa was fairly confident Richard would see that in time.

[Richard Buckles]

Richard had this scratching at the back of his brain like someone was lurking behind him and spying on them for some strange reason. He reflexively looked behind him in a swift manner and when he didn't see anyone or thing he turned back to face her with a bit a perplexed look on his face. What she found when she probed was just imagery of his shooting tests and his combat instruction both of which showed more than a little prowess for combat. Those were the memories he had had when he thought of his ability because those were the first signs of things being unusual.

He didn't have any conscious control over the ability as it was just he wanted to do something and it either worked or it didn't. Though he knew it did leave him with stabbing headaches if he got to using it to much. His mind went to when everyone stopped and looked at him all strange when he made that scaling up that wall in no time at all. He sort of missed it, with all the challenge. Though he had to admit spending time with her here sort of made Bellefonte not seem so bad now.

He tilted his head as she described herself through the eyes of others "Well I wouldn't say those things." he said as she was indeed none of those things. She was maybe a little hard to approach if they hadn't had that experience at the start of their spending time together. He would never have said she was bitchy or dismissive though. Or else they would have not been engaged here for as long as they had been already.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Strange what came to mind when people thought of their abilities. Something always did, most frequently their manifestation, often what they'd recently done with it. Richard's appeared to be a combination of the two, and it certainly wasn't hard to deduce what his power actually entailed based on the information provided there. Some sort of automatic enhancement, likely dealing with aim, but possibly involving some sort of spacial awareness. Those were always the most interesting, both to train and to actually possess.

And of course his train of thought came right back around to Elsa. She would've been more impressed or flattered had there literally been anything else or had she been dressed in a manner that didn't demand attention. "Give it time," she replied to his comment, smiling. "Or more alcohol, one or the other."

She smiled and shrugged slightly. The opinions didn't bother her, hadn't for some while. She actually liked most of her labels, and as long as those were the ones she got, she'd wear them proudly.

[Richard Buckles]

She seemed like she was lost in some thought herself at the moment. She was consistently do this it seemed almost like she was putting herself down. Comments like she was indeed this person that other people said she was, he didn't like it really. The one thing he truly disliked now actually was this. He put his hand to his head as he rubbed it closing his eyes. He was getting to be tired, he still had been getting up around 4-5 in the morning out of the habits they drilled into him. So it was getting late for him.

He rubbed his palm down the front of his face before looking over at her. "Well Miss Elsa as lovely as our talk has been I think its time I start heading back to the school. If you want I could wait for you to change and then I could drive you back up there." he suggested even if the more likelihood was that she drove herself to work and would not need a way back at all.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

The thought of getting up at four or five sounded awful to Elsa, and she was one who believed in seizing as much of the day as she possibly could. Her early-ish wakeup time of seven usually threw people off, but then again, she supposed his military training could only do so much. It did make her wonder what he was doing out so late.

"yes, I'd hate for us to be out past your bedtime," she said teasingly, offering a slight chuckle. She had to smile and raise a brow. "So your chivalry continues. Or are you just desperate to spend some more time with me? I am usually more one to take rides than drive myself," mostly because she literally had drivers on call: the advantage of being wealthy and having them in town. she could also get drivers from the school easily enough. Technically anyone could, especially if they were intoxicated, but Elsa supposed Richard already knew that.

"You certain you can stay up and wait?" she was already sliding to her feet. "I'd hate for you to be all sleepy tomorrow or get punished."

[Richard Buckles]

He had come into the club with a rather simple intent to get in and see what it was all a bout and be gone hours ago now. That changed swiftly with how taken he was with the performance and then their little adventure. He very captivated by their conversation to the point that he did not realize all the time had passed and gotten so late. He laughed slightly at her joke lightly as he knew it wasn't terribly late yet it was just him and his early bird rising. He usually did earn those big breakfasts he devoured after morning run.

She was sweet and teasing in one fell swoop of words. He would like to spend more time with her but it was also the right thing to do. He was just happy it was the same thing the polite action and his own personal desire. "Well of course chivalry would be the reason. Have to show its not dead." He said with a pleasant smile on his face. He was excited it seemed things were going his way now. He nodded to her last question "Of course I can wait, for you."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"No, it's not dead," Elsa agreed before leaning toward him, "just very stupid," She gave him another wink before turning and heading back toward the dressing rooms. Yes, her hips did have that slight sway that everyone who danced in the club had mastered very quickly. After all, she was a dancer, and she had no trouble showing that to anyone who happened to be looking, particularly if they'd been in poor Richard's position.

Then it was back to the back room and changing. Elsa actually had makeup to scrub off, the outfit to work her way out of, and then a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to put on. Admittedly, both were name brand, matched, and happened to look fairly good on the girl, but they were a definite step down from her earlier outfit. The well tamed curls had gotten pulled up into a high pony too, rising some way off her neck. Elsa quickly grab her bag and sauntered on out.

She fully expected Richard to still be sitting there. If nothing else, at least one of the relatively friendly bouncers or bartenders would be rather insistent on it.

[Richard Buckles]

He was a bit disarmed when she leaned in but then a verbal smack to his face as she insulted something of a virtue he thought. He was to busy processing the words since it took a moment with the change in position and voice. Though he didn't say anything about her saying it. He did however not watch her walk away this time. He was more distracted by her last statement.

He waited like a good fellow as he said he would. Though she was back there a while but he didn't know how long it took a girl to change really having no sisters or close female friends really. He sort of fiddled with his hands then pulled out his phone checking it quick before she came back. He was seeing the place was emptying out and wondered if they might tried to bounce him out if he straggled to long. This thought was relieved once she saw Elsa coming on out in her casual attire. He smiled standing up now as he waited for her to come over or head towards the door.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"you actually waited," Elsa said, arching her brows. "I'm impressed. I'd half expected my last barb to be the one that drew blood."

And she'd of course scanned his mind, picking up his thoughts on the matter. If he couldn't deal with someone who occasionally lashed out with her tongue, then he had no business being around Elsa, that was for certain. She didn't even hold back her wit when it came to the people she cared about most; they just knew that you needed to have a fairly thick skin. At least Elsa could take it as well as she could give it.

Either way, she walked toward the door, pausing as she got close, looking over at him. Then she leaned against it and pushed it open, actually holding it open for him this time around. "Are you coming or am I catching the bus?" she called back at him, smiling teasingly yet again.

[Richard Buckles]

"Well unless you plan on whipping out a knife and stabbing me I would take you with me like I said even if I was mad at you. I offered and not following through with my word wouldn't be proper." he informed her as he walked over at her direction as she teased about having to catch a bus. "You ever actually take a city bus before?" he asked her to tease back but then also curious.

He came out to the rather plain sedan he had wrangled up. He opened her door for her more because he was going to be out of his way with the chivalry as sort of a volley back to her comment earlier. "Your chariot awaits." he said with a bow of his head smiling widely.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Damn, my knife's in my other bag," Elsa replied dryly. She watched him walking over, and her smile only deepened with his comments. "What, don't I look like someone who takes public transportation?" In actuality, Elsa had taken the bus a time or two, if only to be able to say that she had, and to prove that it was a perfectly viable mode of transportation when it came down to things.

For now, she followed Richard to his rather unassuming car. That must actually be his, as Elsa didn't recognize it from the school's lots. And, come to think of it, she'd have to have him escort her back there if she didn't want to give away who she actually was just yet. Stopping outside the Bellefonte estate would be something of a give away. Well, she had clothing stored there, and she knew enough people who'd be willing to lend her a bed.

"Why thank you," she offered, sliding into the seat as he offered it. She was fully aware of the chivalrous motion, but she didn't want to quite prod the same wound twice. Give him a bit longer to get used to her first.

[Richard Buckles]

"Well I would let you borrow mine but I left it back on campus." he said sort of rolling with the joke though it wasn't really a joke as he did have some hunting knives, though only one on the grounds currently. "Oh I don't know seems like most people drive around these parts as whole so I kind of wondered. Though I doubt there is a buss up to Bellefonte's this time of night."

Once she was all the way in he closed the door and went to the drivers side and got in himself. He started up the engine turning on the headlight before putting it into gear. He rolled back out of the space and then forwards hitting the streets and heading back towards the academy "So have any crazy roommates?" he asked her, he hadn't seen his roommate enough to know anything about him.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Hunting knives; this guy was definitely from somewhere rural, though he'd have no trouble fitting in with some of the crowd around Montana. You couldn't very well live in the state without having at least some experience in it; even Elsa had done a few trips. As for the mention of the car, she just smiled and kept that one to herself. He didn't need to know she had a driver; he'd figure that out for himself sooner or later.

The question he did ask had her chuckling. "I've had a few," she said. "Most of my friends seem to have it worse," apparently Richard hadn't even met his. "I've been lucky for the most part," mostly because she happened to be a Bellefonte, and one that happened to have a twin on top of that. "Are you trying to see if there's a ready partner for a threesome? Because that seems to be jumping the gun a bit, don't you think?"