Sailin' Smiles

((OOC: Situated after Dangerous Waters. Reserved for William Connor and Amelia Hartshell. Also. I am going to die. RP overload. Halp.)) 

After finishing the paperwork for Lexi's case and his duties in SHUSH for the day, Agent Connor got ready for dinner. He changed into a casual outfit in the changing room and tried several different hairstyles before deciding to keep his usual one. 

He then stepped out of the SHUSH building with his backpack, waving goodbye to the guard posted at the exit. 

Soon, he was walking towards Fish and Ships. He wondered what they were going to talk about; he and his new friend. He hoped he could help her. He usually wasn't very helpful as he was a lower ranked SHUSH agent, unable to pull strings or break protocol like other higher ranked agents could. 

But he was glad that he had friends in SHUSH and an understanding director. They'd listen to him. And he'd be able to help her, in a way. 

Ah, here he was. 

Stepping into the diner, he looked around eagerly for the woman. If she was not there, he'd find a seat to sit down and wait for her. 

    • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
      A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

      Amy picked pina colada with extra pineapple and vanilla cookies for her ice cream, and a drink. 

      “What do you do for fun besides rescue damsels in distress and vanquish vile villains, Mr. Connor?” She grinned, using Darkwing’s alliteration for fun. 

      • James Wolfe
        James Wolfe

        Connor paid the cashier, and they went outside to enjoy the cool night. 

        "I don't do a lot of that," he admitted bashfully. "Uh... I make superhero cards for every hero I know. And I like ice skating. And hanging out with my nephew. He's gonna be a superhero one day too," he grinned fondly. 

        "What about you, Miss Hartshell?" 

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          “Thank you. ... Really?” Amy brightened. “Heh. I might have to go ice skating with you someday. Although it’s been so long since I’ve done it, I’ll probably end up doing most of the skating on my tail, hehe.”

          She gathered her thoughts while spinning the ice cream cone like a pottery wheel to lick the surface evenly.  

          “Do you make a list of all of the heroes’ strengths, major victories, nemeses, and weaknesses? I used to play cards with Arno and sometimes Norton and a few other guys that was kind of like Go Fish. Except when we drew a card, we’d say what the main form of attack was. If a player had the arch enemy of that hero or a hero with similar powers, we’d roll dice to see how many shots each card got to take. Sometimes we’d switch out the die with a loaded one to even up the odds, but eh, it was still fun. It was a way to learn about our opponents, too.”

          Amy had another long lick before a frown set in. “How old is your nephew? Is he still in the junior league like that Quiverwing Quack was, or will he be a targ- Er, valid threat soonish?”


          • James Wolfe
            James Wolfe

            Connor chuckled. "Then let me let you in on a secret. I'm a terrible skater. But it's so much fun to stop!" 

            He nodded eagerly at her questions except for the last one. 

            "I don't really want to list down their weaknesses. Not that I think they're too good to have them! I just don't want someone bad to learn about them if they get a hold of my cards." 

            He looked intrigued. "I never thought about using my cards as a card game. That sounds fun. I could show you my card collection sometime." 

            "Oh, Jim is turning eight this year. He's still learning all kinds of stuff a superhero would need to fight crime." 

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              A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

              Amy chuckled at the admission. “Hoo boy. If we can get started, we’ll get plenty of practice in stopping.” 

              She shrugged. “Sure. I still have my deck if you want to try my game. It hasn’t been updated in a few years, though, so it’s missing a few supers.” One green action hero in particular. 

              She wiped her bill with a napkin as they walked.  “Eight? Aww. He’s still at that sweet, impressionable age before hormones kick in then.” 

              Noticing a little ice cream on Agent Connor’s chin, Amy stopped him. “Hold on. You’re about to get a sticky shirt. Allow me...”  She folded her napkin over to a clean side and wiped the drip off of his whiskers. “There.” 

              She smiled and resumed walking, taking a bite out of her ice cream cone. “Please continue.” 

              • James Wolfe
                James Wolfe

                Connor chuckled. "It's fine. I'm already in danger of falling for you." 

                Why did he say that WHYDIDHESAYTHAT?? 

                He started laughing awkwardly, hoping Amy would take it as a joke. 

                "I'll bring him over one of these days if we meet again. You'll love him!" he promised. 

                He stopped and blushed slightly when Amy wiped a spot of ice cream off his chin. "Thanks..." he smiled, walking after her. 

                The rest of the walk was pretty uneventful. He would talk about his favourite constellations and listened to what Amy would have to say. Then he talked more about Jim. Soon, they reached her apartment. 

                "This was a fun night out," he told her happily. "Thank you for spending time with me. I'll see you again tomorrow for the paperwork?" 

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                  Amy looked questioningly at Agent Connor. He must have been joking. He ciuldn’t possibly like her that much in such a short time frame. They just started talking about their personal lives an hour or so ago. 

                  If we meet again. That was nice. He was not making assumptions. 

                  “If he’s anything like you, he sounds like he’ll be adorable.” Amy commented about the kid. She didn’t really like kids or understand them, but being around one for a few hours wouldn’t be a big deal. Especially since Jim was eight. That was past the screaming, tantrum throwing stage, right? 

                  Amy had not planned on letting Connor see her actual address but they ended up in front of her apartment complex without a second thought from her.  He really really hoped her instincts were correct and that William was a genuine good guy and not a creep. SHUSH wouldn’t hire creeps, right? Aside from creepy weird costumed vigilantes and scientists and grumpy stiff necks. 

                  “Yeah it was fun. Much more fun than watching Ducktube videos on my phone. Thanks. I guess so...” paperwork did not sound fun but if it meant more time smiling later, it was worth it.  

                  “Night, Agent Connor.” She proffered her hand to shake it and take her leave. 

                  • James Wolfe
                    James Wolfe

                    "Hmm. We could do that if you wanna hang out again. I have Webflix," Connor grinned. "Probably 50% less violent than having dinner somewhere. Unless some villain starts destroying everything citywide." 

                    He shook her hand. "Goodnight, Amy. It's a pleasure to meet you. See you tomorrow!" 

                    He then, too, left for home.