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On the seventh of January, in what is now 1992 in the Old Tiger's world, a gift shows up in Myra's home in New York. It's a fairly large box, neatly wrapped, and the less she ponders over that the better. On Christmas day a basket of teas and an elegant little dagger showed up, unmarked but too utterly familiar as a seasonal gift from him. This, so soon after, could make her suspect the sinister hand of someone else, but there is a small tag attached to the ribbon neatly marked with the characters Lăo hŭ.

Inside is a silk kimono robe, elegantly embroidered with a tiger. The very nature of the gift borders on daring a familiarity he is usually careful not to take with her, but it is an outer robe, at least. When she lifts it out there is also a small red envelope with a little money, of the sort usually given on one's birthday. It is not her birthday, of course, but on his centennial The Shadow has decided to take a somewhat backwards approach.

Date: 2015-01-07 02:17 am (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Myra - Frustrated)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
Myra likewise sends him teas during Christmas, it's something of an exchange these days but the second gift so shortly after surprises her. She eyes it suspiciously until she sees the familiar print, and then she worries. She isn't certain if she should open it or message him first, but she decides that since he sent it, she'd humor him and then see what caused him to send it.

To say that she's stunned at the sight of the robe is a bit of an understatement, and she nearly misses the small envelope, save for it's familiarly bright, red coloring. She holds a half-hope that there's an explanation within, but instead finds only money, and more questions. If it had been for a special mission there would have been instructions. She couldn't puzzle out his motivations for the generosity, save for some potentially morbid thoughts that quickly ran through her head and found her reaching quickly for her PINpoint. Once she had it in hand, her logic tried to take over but the only conclusion she could come to troubled her. Was it a sending-off gift? For him or her? The idea that this might be something of a reverse-birthday gesture doesn't even cross her mind.

She's at a loss for how to broach the troubling thoughts in her mind with him tactfully, so she defaults.

Free for tea?
Edited Date: 2015-01-07 02:18 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-07 03:01 am (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Ming - Listening)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
Interested in a visit to the past?

She's already busying to move the gifts to a side table and putting a kettle on. Hopefully he doesn't mind visiting her place. She doesn't expect him to stay long, but she would like to have a conversation with him. And find out what prompted his unexpected beneficence.

She's dressed casually and water is already heating in the kettle if he decides to take her up on the location. She can just as easily change to the apartment he keeps for her under Helen's name, but it's not quite as homey as the apartment she has in her own world.

Date: 2015-01-07 03:15 am (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Myra - Shadows)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
Casual. My place. Water's already heating.

His tone, or at least, what his choice of words seems easy-going in a matter of speaking. There's clearly no urgency here and she's wondering if she's misread the meaning behind his gifts, but it leaves more questions instead of answering any. It's a matter to address once they're face-to-face though, so she picks out one of the teas he sent her and sets it to the side so she can have it when the water's ready.

Date: 2015-01-11 06:24 pm (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Ming - Smile Nice)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
((Apologies for the delay. I'm probably going to be on-and-off again like this for most of the month.))

She turns when he PINpoints in, a gentle smile on her face at the sight of his glasses and that fluffy scarf. It suits him but he seems more like a gentle older man wearing it, and it amuses her. She knows full well he's far from that, but it's also good to see him in person. It's been a while, thanks to the convenience of PINpoints, as well as her keeping busy. She's been rebuilding relationships she lost when she'd been removed from the FBI, and doing what she can in her own time to help The Shadow.

"Good afternoon, Lăo hŭ." She gives a friendly bow of her head. She makes no pretense that she's received his gift; in fact it's open and sitting on a nearby table, laid neatly back into its box.

Date: 2015-01-11 08:26 pm (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Myra - Secrets)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
Her smile dims a bit at the cough. She hasn't heard that sound in a long time, and the memories it evokes are less than pleasant. She puts on a good show though, not wanting to make too much of it since he's only just arrived. He's mercurial, and on top of that, it would be downright rude to point it out.

"Do you really need to ask?" Her smile turns a little more genuine, though she wonders if that question and his cough are related. The kettle is already starting to whistle as she motions for him to pick a seat at her small table while she prepares the tea. True, she's busy but she knows an offer to do something for him when she hears it, and she's not about to turn him down. As out of time she can feel, it's a challenge to operate in his world and she welcomes the chance to prove she's capable of handling it.

Date: 2015-01-12 01:13 am (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Ming - Listening)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
"Of course." She serves the tea, settling down in the seat across from him to allow his long legs more than adequate room to stretch without the awkwardness of hitting hers. She takes a sip of her tea and decides the elephant has been in the room long enough. Some things were worth ignoring, this one seemed to be confusing, though a little less harmless than most.

"So the dress isn't an omen of things to come?" If he's working in Russia, and in his time period, she highly doubts the dress had anything to do with the work, but it's the easiest way to tie in the object to their current discussion.

Date: 2015-01-12 03:04 am (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Myra - Staring)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
The penny seems to take its time dropping as she first has to register his words and parse them. Once that's complete her mind is initially slow to make the connection, but then when he doesn't look at her it starts to click. It's abnormal for him to keep his gaze from someone, and then she recalls the conversation from a while ago. At least, it feels like a while to her.

Finally her mind picks up speed, and races for the finish. She had her guess to his age but this one would have to be something important to warrant giving out gifts. He'd never made it a point to do so in the past and then her chair creaks slightly as her posture straightens.

She feels that she shouldn't be so shocked as she does the math in her head quickly, her eyes staying on him. Once that's over though, she realizes she's staring and quickly ducks her head, casting her eyes down to her tea. She's struggling for what she should say, feeling like she should speak but for some reason even the words 'Happy Birthday' almost seem inappropriate, or at least inadequate.

"Thank you." She's finally decided upon something at least, and her tone is quiet, though surprised. She rarely celebrates her own birthdays, seeing little reason to mark the passing years but to recognize his... It was hard to believe she was sitting with a Centennial who looked easily 20 or 30 years younger.

Date: 2015-01-12 05:30 am (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Ming - Smile Nice)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
At the mention of Green throwing him a party, Myra finally smirks and shakes her head.

"I haven't seen Green in a while, but if I hear anything, I'll let you know." She's not a fan of surprises herself, particularly parties, so she doesn't feel bad letting him know if Metody contacts her about any sort of gathering in his honor.

At least his gift isn't an omen. True it marks an unusual age but, even with a chest cold, he's incredibly lively and she knows now that she can look upon the dress with fondness instead of dread.

Date: 2015-01-23 04:36 am (UTC)
myra_reldon: (Myra - Shadows)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
Myra's fairly certain that the younger Shadow wouldn't need reminding. He was well-aware of the date in the Old Tiger's world, and likely kept abreast of exactly how old he'd be. She wonders briefly what it would be like to imagine meeting yourself at 100 years old, and being greeted not with frailty, but vigor.

Then he's back to business and her wandering mind returns, hinging on his words with a solemn nod.

"You know I'm glad to do whatever I can." It doesn't need saying, but she does anyway. She's eager for work in his world, and the type of jobs he gives her are more challenging, the kind he prefers to reserve for himself, the kinds his younger self also prefers to handle personally. The last thing she'd wish upon him is a cold, but she does find a perverse enjoyment at the chance to push her skills.
myra_reldon: (Myra - Frustrated)
From: [personal profile] myra_reldon
Spanish? While in her time there were enough immigrants speaking Spanish to be of some note, her background is certainly not one that inclines her to have learned the language. She gives a telling grimace and shakes her head.

"Not good. I can work on that." At least she has a propensity for languages, though certainly not to his degree. Still, she can muddle along and if all she needs to be is a pair of ears, then she can learn to understand the language enough to dig out the information he needs while playing the part of an oblivious party.


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