~ Dining Hall ~
Walker didn't really know what to do here. He saw Creed, what looked like sleeping, on the counter, but no one else. Walker then just sat down in the nearest seat. He had to be at least a table's length from Creed as he didn't know how to interact with Creed. Walker was typically a quiet guy.
OOC: Feel Free to have Walker "walk in" on this conversation, as he and I did an aside in a discord PM as a collab. Where we left it is a good time that's not awkward for someone to add in to the conversation.
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Fandral had just popped back into the kitchen and Creed was just outside of it in the dining area, relaxing after helping him with lunch, which featured both tuna sandwiches and sushi (apparently there was a sale on fish or Fandral just felt like buying a lot of it.)
This naturally got Greer to show up early for lunch, sauntering up to Creed, not in her usual bikini, but in a gauzy green dress.
At this point Tigra didn't know that Creed had been helping Fandral with the cooking, as she usually arrived a little late for most meals.
"Early for lunch too, Creed?"
Creed smiles as he relaxes
"I mean an option just walked in. But i just ate some of our own cooking"
She cocked her head to one side.
"I sure hope you're flirting because the alternative is far less pleasant."
Creed chuckles
"Not very great at it but yes it was an attempt." as he gives a smile thanks to his lip seems more human.
Fandral however is wiping down the counter giving an audible chuckle.
"For such a big guy you're kinda a klutz"
Creed only laughs at the remark.
She moved over and sat by him.
"I mean I appreciate it, but, are the right parts under all that armor plating even?"
Greer winked.
"Asking for a friend."
Creed slowly lowers his head looking her in the eye
"I bet your friend has probably experienced many a fun time. But i can be whatever size needed." He gives a wink.
"You're spending too much time with the Asgardian, you're taking up his flirting ways. Not that I mind."
She gave the model head-toss and fluffed out her hair.
"A girl will always take compliments."
"He is giving me advice. Though some if it can be questionable."
Fandral rolls his eyes.
"Bacon doesn't need to be on everything"
Creed slowly opens his clawed hand and places it before Greer
"Blasphemy." He then generates a tufts of fur. Similar to hers but is a deeper crimson
"I find your fur quite noticeable. Even at the announcements it was hard to miss ya."
"Well... to be honest I do have a normal human form, I just don't prefer it. I got the good side of being mutated,I guess, especially if you don't count the fact that my ex-husband experimented on me without my knowledge to give me the first powers I got..."
Creed slowly pulls his hand back and tilts his head at her
"Your husband did this to you? A terrible thing to happen. The only solace i have is this was an accident." He says gesturing to his dense armored chest
"But though it may not be the thing we chose. We can make the best of it ya?"
Creed has a look of worry at what Greer said about her husband yet is hopeful in his comments.
"Ex-Husband, heavy on the EX. Well... it's a long story. He experimented on me and gave me my catlike reflexes and some of the strength and eyesight... later I was out doing the vigilante thing and almost died, zapped by some strange gun that a bad guy group, AIM, had and... well there's these people among us who are actually cat people, and to save my life they gave me this."
She tapped the little cat-skull amulet being used as a broach for her dress right now.
"...and it magically transformed me into the gorgeous creature you see before you. I'm told I would have died flat out if I were fully human and zapped by the gun AIM hit me with, so I'm... a mutant, a mutate, and have magically granted powers?"
"Sounds and looks like a gorgeous creature indeed." Creed gives a thrumming sound in the back of his throat and looks at his arm as he alters it. On a molecular level he alters it the hard chitinous armor sinking into the arm replaced with muscle, thick hide, and the crimson red and black fur he had shown before. His claws remained but instead turned dark black as the chitin changed a a keratin
"Maybe the fur would look nice. I wouldn't be able to compare to a fair huntress like you of course. But maybe less of a monster indeed."
"Fur works for Hank." Greer said.
"So..."
She turned to face him, sitting astraddle the bench.
"You said accident. I'm interested. Intrigued even. How'd it happen?"
Pulling his hand back it began a slow change back. Not as sudden so it costs less. Creed got quiet for a moment then took in a deep breath
"I was working in my restaurant. It was after whatever calamity happened. Then someone left the gas on on or it was leaking. I was making food and....." pausing Creed looked at his hand feeling the chitinous claws show themselves again
"The gas caught and my home exploded. I thought I was dead and by the time I got consciousness again it was three years later. Apex was born in that time."
Tigra pointed at him a few times.
"That's another thing I want to address before it gets out of hand. Is this a sort of disassociative personality disorder, or more like the actual split that Banner has... had?"
"He is and isn't me. When i said i was unconscious for three years my body wasn't idle. A personality went to survive and he called himself Apex. He is his own personality. But sometimes wants to say hello. Like when he did with Hank. "I can keep him under control at times but... when things get bad and i lose it he takes over. I try to be nice. He is the brutal survivor."
"Oh..." She blinked.
"And... you're in control?"
Creed nods showing his eyes he blinks as they go from blue, to red, returning to blue again.
"My body might not change but my eyes always dictate who is in control. They are the windows into the soul after all."
"That's a bit scary. But I don't scare easily."
At this point Fandral sets down a Tuna Salad Sandwich in front of Greer, who quickly turns her attention to that.
Creed lays his head on his arm and rests as she begins to eat.
"I will try not to scare you then. But when you meet Apex be strong. If he knows your afraid he is an ass." He says, chuckling.
"I'm not afraid of him. He's not as strong as you." She said with all honesty, meeting his gaze.
"If he were stronger he'd be the one in charge."
Creed smiles and chuckles a bit more confidently
"Don't let him hear you say that." after a few moments he looks at Greer. He had seen beauty and as a young man fancied beautiful of mind just as much as body. As he watched her he kept finding himself staring and tor his eyes away only to returnt o look at her a few minutes later.
"You're an all right guy, Creed. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Greer offers.
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