Phoenix, Vikings, and funtimes

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Ivy had found something to wear of course. Like most women she has a cloest full of clothes. So she's ready for anything the weather might bring. Right not she's waiting in the shade of a tree listening to the people going past her. Thankfully the city is cooling down. And it also will be nice to get inside the museum. After all, there is all that nice air condtioning.

Oh, and of course a date. That's a plus that can make any girl forget how hot out it is. After all, it had been a long time for her. Like ten month period. Then again she is pretty damn sure that Phoenix has just as much trouble, or more trouble, than she does.

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"Well. There might be folks from Earths similar to yours. I just haven't met them yet." Nope. She wouldn't know anyways due to the being blind thing. "And well...I think I wouldn't mind your Earth. The lack of stress due to super-villians would be so...Nice."

"Sure." She starts walking. Thinking he's going to follow her. She isn't exactly moving in any paticular direction.

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"Well, it's got its own share of stresses here and there. Certainly villains. Just not... villains with a penchant for weird themes and machinery." He shrugs. "People tend to find their own ways of being bad. And good. Skies the limit sometimes."

He does, in fact, follow her. "Any other recommendations? We've been walking a good while now..."

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He gets a quirked brow. "That's true. People who choose to commit crimes will always find unique ways to go about it. But there'll be folks on the other side doing the right thing too."

"Well, we're in the Egypt section. Maybe you'd like to see the Mummies? It's a classic. Seriously. Plus there's some neat stuff they found with it."

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"True enough. I guess in the end it depends on how you want to do things. I prefer to work through the law, myself. So many people get lost in the system." He sighs, shaking his head. "I want to help those people. Sometimes I'm the only person they've got."

He chcukles. "Mummies, huh? Could be kind of creepy, but it works for me. You sure you really want me to describe ALL the details there?" He grins.

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"I think I can understand that. Some people accused of crimes really are innocent. And they do need someone willing to look out for their best interests." She grins lightly. "But I know I'll still go for the prosecution side of things...No trying to convernt me with your charm." So she's teasing him a bit.

"...Um. You can leave some stuff out. They probably don't look too creepy but my imagination is far too vivid."

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He snaps his fingers. "Curses, foiled again." He chuckles. "Well, it's not for everybody. I kind of had an idea at a really young age, though I didn't really cement it until college." He saves the details for another time. Not quite ready to go into them yet.

"So what, nothing about the way they pulled out the brains and stuff? Aw." He can't resist the urge to gross her out a little. Men. But he does let her lead the way into what really is a pretty impressive exhibit.

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She just flushes a bit and grins sheepishly. Darn, it's his voice. Rather abimated. "And...I think that might be something you'll tell me latter?" Well she is all curious!

"...Oh gross!" She squirms a bit. Then pokes his shoulder giving him a pout-glare. Odd combination but it works. "That's evil imagery there. You trying to get me to hide behind you?"

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"Yeah, hopefully. Not quite yet. It's pretty personal." Like the formation of his whole life personal, yeah. "But I'll tell you one day."

Grinning, he replies. "Now why would I want something like that?" He hums innocently, meandering over to one of the displays. "Nice set-up of things buried with some ancient pharoah here." He describes them, making sure to go into as much detail as he can. "Lot of stuff to lock up forever, don't you think?" He can imagine his own pyramid: tiny and made of wood. Or something. Why couldn't he be rich like other lawyers?

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She actually seems pretty happy about that. "I'd like that but only when you feel comfortable telling me."

That has her flushing a bit. "I don't know."

She listens to his discriptions. Then ends up grining. "Sounds like this guy really liked his stuff. And cats. Sounds like he had a theme going on...And yeah. I mean..Personally I'd probably have my stuff given away. Oh...And if my dog is still around someonne else can deal with the goofball."

Maybe he needs to get more famous?

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He nods. "Hopefully that'll be soon. It's a long story."

He grins a little at her response. Victoly.

"Seems like it. Though cats were sacred, weren't they? Or something like that. It's been a while since I read anything on Egyptian history."

He chuckles. "I don't think anybody would want any of my junk. Half of it's second-hand," he says, a bit sheepishly. Note that he IS famous. He's just way too NICE.

He bounces from leg to leg. "Phew. Wanna take a break? My legs are starting to kill me." Something about museums always seems to wear a person's legs out, somehow.

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She's listening to him. Her form of watching. "Well when you feel like it I'll get the coffee," she says simply.

Well she can't help it. Probably will stay red for a little while.

"Depended on what the Pharaoh decided. They belived he was the son of Ra. If he liked cats enough they were scared in the palace. Of course some villages held them scared regaudless of what the Pharaoh said."
And this is were she smiles at him again. He gets lots of thoes from her. "That's not so bad. I mean...It's pretty normal to have second-hand stuff." She just doesn't. Except her couch and coffee machine.

So long as he isn't poor that's ok.

"Sure. We could go grab something to drink in the caefeteria?"

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He listens to her talk Egypt. "Wow, you seem to know quite a bit. I'm impressed." And he is. He doesn't know much at all, frankly, history being one of those subjects he tended to fall asleep during in school. "You read a lot on the side?"

"Well, that's good to hear. I don't make a lot, so I try to keep things in a budget for the most part." Never mind that the budget increased a bit thanks to living in the Sanctuary. Old habits are hard to break.

Not THAT poor. But hardly as well off as he could be considering he's a lawyer.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Which way?" he asks.

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She flushes shyly. "It's a hobby. I read alot because well...Um. I tend to find myself um....ummm..." Uh oh. She's going non-verbal. Wait words are retturning. "...My weekends are pretty much empty due to my friends dating and I don't date..much."

She grins lightly. "You seem to be doing fine though. I mean your job seems to make you happy. That's better than making money."

This is true. But he isn't running in the red. And not all lawyers are rich anyways.

"Ummm...Hold on I forget."

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He rubs the back of his neck. "You either? I haven't really dated for a good several years, myself. This is probably the first time I've gone out with a woman in this way since, um..." Dang, has it really been almost seven years now? That's a little sad. "Well, college, frankly." He sighs. "And believe me, I get needled about it."

He nods. "I'm doing what I think is right, and I know at least one guy on the other side who helps me do it even better. I'm pretty satisfied." And he is, when he thinks about it.

He blinks. "You forget? Well, maybe if we just follow the signs, we'll find it soon enough." He looks for one -- ah, there we go. "Here, lemme lead this time," he says, taking her hand again.

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She seems surprised. "Really? That's actually a surprise. You're really nice so I don't see why you don't date much..."

That gets her grining. "Good. Because everyone should be happy with their work."

"Yeah. I usually don't need to sit. I like to keep moving in here." She lets him take her hand and the lead. She isn't afraid to admit when she's lost.

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Phoenix pauses. "It's... a long story, and I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to get into it just yet." He sighs. "We're having a good time, anyway, and it's sort of a downer to be awesome." To put it mildly.

"I agree! So many people get into jobs they can't stand. I'm actually a little surprised how well I've taken to it, though." He shrugs. "You never know, huh?"

He follows the signs, and eventually finds the cafeteria. Naturally, things are a weeee pricier than he'd like, but what can you do? Then something occurs to him. "Uh, they take US dollars here, right? There isn't some sort of weird different currency?" Because he'd have problems if they did.

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Another thing he can tell her latter. "Well..I dunno. You just need someone of equal awesome."

She grins in his direction. "Hope whatever I end doing I enjoy too."

"....This is New Jersy. Why wouldn't they?" She seems a bit startled. "They're pretty good about 'normal' money."

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((Wow, did I really write that? HAHAHA. XD ))

"Well, let's hope I find someone like that, huh?" He grins.

He nods. "You may need to. Prosecution, defense, one side or the other gets villified at some point. You have to be pretty sure of your convictions during those moments." He sounds as though he speaks from experience.

"Um, well yeah, but I didn't know if money looked different from world to world, or something. You know what I mean? Um." He feels kinda silly, honestly. Still, he goes over to the counter. "What would you like? I'm buying." He shuts up that tiny little mental whimper when he says that.

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(( Yes. XD))

"I think you might."

She grins faintly. "That I can understand. Pressure can be pretty heavy."

"Um...Nope. Never went shopping else where. And coffee sounds great." Living off of coffee? Well of course! Normal for any College student.

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"Oh yeah, and you're definitely gonna have a lot of pressure as a criminal lawyer. You're basically dealing with peoples' lives constantly," he says. Might as well break it to her.

He decides to take the chance and buys them both coffee. Thankfully, his money IS the same, and they're soon at a table together. "Um, I didn't ask for anything too fancy, I'm afraid..." he says. "There should be some sugar packets and the like if you want me to get them?"

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"I know. Lots of people's lives. And I'll need to proove without a doubht if someone is guilty of a crime. Even if part of me thinks they just might be innocent, I'll still give it my all." Well it was good of him to do that.

She chuckles. "Black is fine. If I have too much sugar I become a total spazz."

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He nods. "That's good to hear. Where I come from, it tends to be 'guilty until proven innocent,' so the prosecutors sometimes cut corners. You sound like you could be one of the greats," he says, grinning.

He snickers. "Sounds a little like my legal aide. She's a bit spastic without it sometimes, mind..." He shrugs. "Brings energy to the office though." He sips at his own coffee. A little bitter, but eh.

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She just gapes a bit. "What the helll! It's supposed to be the other way around! I would never take someone to trial unless I was sure and had the evidence that they were the ones who did it!" Of course she would have continued if the last thing he said didn't distract her from her semi-rabid rant. "...R-Really? You think so?"

"But enrgy is good!" She grins a little. "Of course I only add sigar if I know I'll be walking my dog."

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He shakes his head. "Yeah, I know our system's a little messed up. Has been since the 80s when Reagan wanted to get "tough on crime" and nobody was in the mood to argue. I used to hear my folks complaining about it all the time." He shakes his head. "Not much I can do but navigate it and do the best I can. Sounds like it'll be the same for you."

Phoenix grins. "Yeah. You actually care about getting to the truth, and not just getting a good record. That's important, you know." He nods. "You have to be prepared to lose sometime to make sure the truth gets out. But you have to stand by what you're doing, or else you're doing everyone a disservice. So I've learned, anyway." Fairly recently, actually, but he doesn't tell her that.

"Ho boy. Energetic sucker?" he asks.

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"Yeah. And this is mostly due to the fact that so many people are fed up with some of these crinimals but the city and courts are doing the best they can." A fusterated look passes over her face. "It seems like it's an endless cycle."

"If someone is innocent? I don't mind them going free. But if they are found guilty with all the evidence pointing towards them? Then I'll do my duty by making sure everyone in the court knows who did the crime." Well he is fairly young so it does make sense.

"Yes and it's like being pulled around by a poney." She's grining though. "...He's such a sweet heart though."