1963-01-04 - Master of None
Summary: Blackagar and Skye meet again in New York, and in short? It's time for Skye to start saying goodbye.
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Theme Song: None
skye blackagar 


Its been.. two weeks, three days, seventy five hours, and sixty four minutes since she's woken up. She's been on exactly one mission, has been shot, and nearly killed at least a dozen people since then. How she hasn't been back to see Blackagar was something of a miracle. How he hasn't come looking for her was another. But she did promise she'd be back, right?

There wasn't exactly any sort of way she could have contacted him save for showing up on his doorstep. There were also deliveries of phone books for that area to see if the man even had a number. She's searched under the A's and B's. But without his last name or any other identifiers and even a legal address (save, go this way or that), there was no way of getting there. She was completely stumped!

But it was quitting time at SHIELD. She emerges from the backdoor of Wing Sing, grease upon her face, the back of her hand wiping against her cheek as she draws her small coat around her. Her hat was tugged down, black gloves fitted upon her hands. Bookbag upon her back in which she looks around warily, and slowly begins to walk.

She wasn't losing her shit, but with the recent upset that SHIELD has had? How could she not?

*

The wary glance may be enough to catch sight of a man, familiar in some regards but dressed quite differently from the last time she would have seen him. Blackagar, no longer wearing the garb of a monk but rather jeans and a T-shirt, is standing with hands in pockets as he watches the coming and going of people from nearby one of those small cafe's that fill Chinatown; the ones with the amazing egg drop soup.

There is a moment, he waits, eyes casting over until he finds a moment to lock them on Skye and then when that moment passes, he turns and enters into the restaurant.

*

That was something, Skye didn't expect to see him -here-. Her hands shove into her pockets as she watches him turn and disappear, her feet following his path until she suddenly stop, a car horn blazing past which has her coming to her senses! Thankfully, her hands.. or at least her nerves were tucked deep down. She almost felt a little bit shocked, a little bit upset, which would have caused pure hell out on the streets.

It takes her a bit to approach that side, waiting until a few cars pass until she picks up speed in a light jog to reach the door, her hands finally striking out as she enters inside, her gaze scanning left and right.. "Hope I'm not just hallucinating.." She says to herself, her hand finally reaching up to snatch away her hat. At least she was hungry.

*

He sits, alone at a booth off to the side, already with a menu in hand and looking at the waitress as he points at the items he is interested in. Casual and relaxed certainly seem to be his air as he gets the initial orders out of the way. As the waitress departs, his eyes lift again to look directly at Skye, eyebrow lifting in silence.

*

The hat she wore was crumpled and stuffed into her pocket, waiting until the waittress left the table to remove her bag and settle into the booth.

"I'm sorry I didn't come back." Though, her nose wrinkled ever so faintly as she watched him, he looked completely different. Odd. Not bad, but.. this was just odd. "You don't have a number listed so that I could have called. Or an address so that I could write." She unzips her coat, carefully shrugging out of it as she glances around for a menu to steal. "Did you order enough for me?"

*

The man slowly nods his head in response, although in response to what is difficult to tell since there was so many statements and words from Skye. Reaching down, he produces a slate with chalk that he begins to write on. Not pad and paper, which could leave a trace but something that can be wiped away. «I believed you would be resourceful to find me if you needed or wanted to.»

*

She leans forward to read, then sighs quietly. "I wanted to try the mundane approach. I didn't want anyone following me and knowing where I'm going at all times.." She glances out the window. "..like now." She had to assume that he knew she was with SHIELD, so she just runs with it. "We're in a bit of trouble at SHIELD. I couldn't get away. But things are getting worse.. I have to practically drink until I'm numb to.." She gestures. He'd probably know what she meant.

*

He may know what she means, he may not. But either way he writes out on the slate «To what? I do not read minds and it is cathartic for you to address what you are going through, rather than attempt to avoid it. It is not going to change, so it must be addressed.» Blackagar shows it to Skye as the server returns with hot sake, soups, and of course those heavenly vegetarian eggrolls.

*

She waits to read as the waittress puts down the sake as well as those soups. She was still fighting off the chill, her hands reaching forward for one without asking, her hand lifting to wave before she wanders off. "Can I have a menu too, please?" She smiles as the waittress hands one over, then quickly points out her likes. Rice. A bit more chicken, some peppered beef and shrimp with lobster sauce. Dark.

Then, she finally reads again, then twists her lips faintly. "To not make the world shake.." She finally says at the woman departs. "Whatever it is I'm doing. I nearly killed my entire team because I was angry and looking for revenge. I.. I really don't want to talk about this around so many people." It was clear that she was uncomfortable.

*

Blackagar glances around then shakes his head and writes down for her. «You do not listen well. Silence yourself, and what do you hear?» Every voice in the place is speaking in Mandarin. He takes a moment then writes further. «Besides, I am hungry. And you are the one that chose to return to their life. I warned you of these things, did I not?»

*

Skye takes that moment to quiet down, tuning an ear to the place to listen. She leans back a little surprised, one brow slowly raising as he makes a fair point. With a lean forward again, she reads, then shakes her head. "I.. what else was there?" She asks quietly. "Yes, you warned me, but I had no choice but to go back and attempt to.. be normal, I guess. I would have had the entire agency looking for me. Even a God. Why would I willingly invite that to your doorstep?" She finally grabs a spoon, slowly stirring it around the bowl of soup that she had taken. "I have to go back, don't I? To your place.."

*

«Wisdom would indicate that you should learn first to control yourself, then to control your abilities, before joining the people at large.» Blackagar writes it out for Skye, letting her read while he begins to eat some of his own soup. Letting her finishing reading hte first thought, he prepares the second. «It is safer for others, safer for yourself. But you will continually be torn between two worlds by choice.»

*

"That doesn't answer my question.." Skye states, a little bit annoyed. She finally draws out a spoonful, taking a quick little sip, then stops as more food appears upon the table by way of the waittress. Skye closes her eyes, then begins to slightly shake her head. The question was answered, yes. She should go back..

"It's not a choice. It's duty. Obligation. I don't have a family here.. but I have a job. And people are depending on me for that. I.. I can't just pick up and leave.." She was getting slightly agitated, as shown by the way the table slowly begins to hum, the soup slightly vibrating to a near spill. Cups slowly begin to rattle around them which Skye notices, and tries to stop by readjusting her seat and focusing upon the passing cars outside of the window. She was eerily quiet, at least until everything stops.

*

The writing is smaller, as Blackagar begins to put his script down, necessary due to the heavier amount of words. So much that in fact he pauses to let her read, erases, and continues at one point. «We all have people who depend on us. I had an entire kingdom depending on me. The toughest decision is knowing when to set that aside. I walked away from everything so that I could master myself, master my abilities, and I still have not uncovered all of what I can do.» There is the pause. «You are like a child who has discovered to walk but is attempting to run. You cannot control your legs, so you are falling and stumbling everywhere. Does this make sense to you? Your duty, your obligations, must change or they will crush you as certainly as any earthquake would.»

*

The scratching upon the board is what gets her attention, her eyes slowly drawn to the smaller writing as the soup was pushed aside in favor for the fried shrimp and rice. Quickly eating and swallowing before she even begins to read words that she know would inevitably upset her. Her eyes scan them once, taking it all in until he begins to write again, which gives her leave to eat a little bit more, finishing her chewing with a wipe of her mouth with a nearby napkin.

She slowly nods, but says nothing for a time, her shoulders slumping as her lips curl into a slight little frown. Much like a child, she wanted to cry. But the back of her hand quickly catches her eyes as she gives another nod, her bottom lip trembling. "There's a woman who's pregnant that's gone missing. I'm supposed to help find her." She says quietly. "What do I do?"

*

«What you do is what you believe you must. This is life. There are no easy choices in important things. For every choice, there is a consequence. That is the way of things.» Blackagar shows this to Skye and let's it sink in for a bit while he eats some of his own food. After a bit he erases then writes further. «Our emotions, for many of us, trigger our abilities. This is why you must learn calm, learn control. I do not anger, I do not frustrate, for if I do, the world is ended.»

*

Skye wasn't ready to entertain the thought. Not yet. There were so many things running through her mind at that moment that she has to quickly shove a spoonful of rice into her mouth to focus on a singular thought. Even a piece of chicken was picked up and plopped in, her gaze averted until the chalk was picked up again.

"I.. I noticed that.." She confesses, her head nodding quietly. "..what do you do if you're sick? What if someone hurts you? You don't cry out? What if you're sad? Can you even sniff?" These were honest questions, she wasn't making fun of him at all. "You.. you were a King?"

*

«Meant to be. But what is meant does not always equate to what is.» Blackagar writes out for the girl as he let's her eat a bit and read. Erasing, he continues. «I do not get sick. I have never been hurt to the point I must cry out. If I am sad, I bury it. I do not sniff, I do not laugh. I can not. I must master control. You must master control.» He underlines the 'you' in the sentence and lets her read it while he begins to eat himself. After awhile, he picks up and adds, «Control of self leads to control of abilities.»

*

"I get it." She finally says, then continues to eat. The soup and rice were nearly interchanged, she really was hungry, but once both of the two items were finished, the spring rolls and chicken were next. At least she had enough sense to leave him some of the vegetarian rolls, she was sure she'd get smacked. But she reads again, then frowns.. her eyes lifting to the ceiling to nearly roll them, but she doesn't.

"I'm not like you." She says quietly. "What if I have to lose control to get the job done? What then?"

*

«Then you reveal yourself. The rest of us, to the world. Then you demonstrate that we are not in control of ourselves. Harnessing your power is different than losing control of your power. If you must lose control to get a task completed, then you have not completed the task. You have left it up to chance rather than the execution of your own strength.» Blackagar's writing would match his voice, a bit firm. His tone must carry through writing, a difficult task. He lets her read while he resumes eating.

*

He had her there.. she couldn't say anything else, but she ate just as he did. The only sound that came from her were the clinks of her fork and spoon against the plates. There really wasn't an argument at all. What was, and what wasn't. "Can I help them find her first?" She finally asks, quietly. "And.. they're going to ask what happened to me.. I've made it a point to avoid everyone who would. I stayed away, kept on my own.. just.. let me do what I can. You can stay in the city, right? I mean.." She huffs loudly, then leans back into her seat. "..I just need to say goodbye."

*

Blackagar quirks an eyebrow and writes then on the slate. «I will be in the city, I cannot leave yet.» He pauses, smirks a bit and adds, «But when I say it is time to depart, we will depart. When we return, it will be when I have determined you are ready to return.»

*

Skye stares at the words, her eyes shifting up, down, then up again with a little smirk of her own. "Deal." Her hand strikes out, hoping to seal it with a hand-shake that.. in this day and age, was as binding as a legal contract. "And would you look at that. You smiled. I'll be damned."

*

Reaching out, Blackagar shakes Skye's hand then writes. «Go now. We will meet again soon, but I am meeting my date to shortly.» It may explain the amused grin and twinkle in his blue eyes when he shows her the words as he motions for the bill.

*

Skye totally couldn't see the appeal in th.. well okay. A guy who couldn't talk is just one who's forced to listen to her bullshit! That's.. not a bad idea at all! "Good luck!" She says, sliding out of the booth, quickly drawing on her jacket and picking up her bag to rush out of the door.. at least before she's flagged down to pay for her part of the bill!

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