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11003/Wandering Into The Devil

2020-02-06T23:21:30Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2020/02/06 |Location=Hell's Kitchen |Synopsis=Daredevil is cleaning up some of Hell's Kitchen. And Morrigan's pure talent for wandering into Vigila..."

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|Synopsis=Daredevil is cleaning up some of Hell's Kitchen. And Morrigan's pure talent for wandering into Vigilantism kicks in.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' It finally came, the moment in which Matt could finally wear the suit and return to the streets to bring justice to the neighbourhood, not as the well mannered lawyer, but as the devil of Hell's Kitchen. For a moment, the shape of the daredevil is visible, standing in waiting just on the edge of a rooftop above a narrow and dark halley, billy club in hand, ready to act on a moment he's been waiting for days. Five floors below, a group of men are talking in a low voice, three of them wearing dark hoodies with the hoods pulled up to cover their face, two seemingly hispanic and dressed in quite casual clothes, and another two, caucasian, over six feet of muscles, probably acting as guards of sorts considering how they're standing at the opposite ends of the narrow street. "That's not working, man, you, like, your boss said the price was gonna be lower this time..." one of the hooded men is saying "si, you want to go tell him that? Or perhaps you think me and my hermano here are trying to squeeze some more money out of you? You know the deal guys, you get the product, only after you pay. No samples. And if you want to sell it undisturbed you buy it from us, like it has always been, entiendes?" "No, no I get that, it's just, seems to me like the price keeps going up and up, and last week we almost got caught by the cops as well while selling in what you called a protected area. What we want are answers, just that..." one of the men in the hoodies tries to justify himself, and meanwile, Daredevil waits... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had a knack for wandering into places at the completely wrong time. And the redhead finds this one of those times. But hey, at least it's not the Punisher walking around shooting everything to shit, right? She gives a look between the two men that are standing at the opposite end of the street and the corner that she just rounded where someone was about to be messed up. "I...let me just back out real quick." she muses as she starts to back up slowly, just in case anyone decided to start shooting. 

:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' It's one of those times when the giant of a guy at the end of the street has just to cross his arms and stare at Morrigan, she did say she'll step back, right? But this is also the moment Daredevil chooses for his entrance. The billy club serves as a grappling hook as he just leaps down from the rooftop, the hook attaching to a nearby window, the costumed man swinging in a graceful arch to place his left foot on the wall one floor below. The hook detaches as he backflips, midair, and his right foot hits the opposite wall, still one floor below. And the same process repeats, two times, before finally, Daredevil's left foot lands right on top of one of the three hooded men, hitting him just on the shoulder as Daredevil tumbles forward to absorb the impact of the fall. Turning around, the billyclub moves in an upward arch, hitting the back of the second hooded man's head, and his elbow buries in the side of the third, whose right collarbone is hit immediately after by the club. The good side of things? The two large muscular men turned their attention away from Morrigan, the bad side of things, they're running towards the masked man. The even worse thing, the hispanic ones just pulled out a knife and a gun. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan was getting to the point that she wasn't scared of much when it came to life, and that was a bad thing. She gives a look when someone comes flipping down the building gracefully. "Well..." she starts to say. Then there's guns being pulled and there's a frown, "Hey!" she shouts. She pushes the guy that was begging out of the way, "Run idiot." she tells him. Then she's pulling her own knife and going after the guys that are heading towards the masked man. 

:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' daredevil has to judge priorities. He feels the gun being pulled out of its holster and towards him, and so he whips his billyclub towards that, one end of the weapon separating from the rest and heading with incredible speed and precision towards the wrist of the gunwielding man. The cable connecting the two ends of the billyclub insures that, as soon as the man's wrist snaps with a sickening sound, the club returns to be whole, enough to deflect the knife with a downward motion, and then hit the jaw of the man with the returning swing. Then, before the ex gunwielding latino can recover, Daredevil runs towards him to swing his left foot in a crescent kick hitting the man in its right side, his armoured foot connecting painfully with the man's ribcage, the billyclub smacking him over his head a moment later. And that leaves at least one of the two quite tall, quite muscular and quite ready for a fight men, to face Morrigan. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the fight going on down the way and then there's a look to the man that turns towards her, "Just don't hit me in the face, alright?" she tells him as she brings the knife up. She remembers what Sabertooth told her. Go for vital places. And with her medical knowledge it's not too hard to try to hit them. She goes low when he swings high, cutting him across the thigh. The coppery smell of blood fills the air and there's a moment the womans eyes glow softly as she growls at him. 

:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' daredevil is dealing with a couple of those hoodiewearing people that didn't quite learn how to stay down, as well as with the remaining guard who's barreling towards him! The club moves with brutal efficency, as the masked man ducks, slamming in the ribcage of an opponent, hitting the sternum of another, the shoulder of the first, and returning to the chin of the second. And as the two fall, hopefully to stay down the remaining guard, that is, the one who's not fighting Morrigan, looks between daredevil and Morrigan herself with her bleeding opponent, quite undecided on who to run to, it seems. Time that Daredevil uses to swing his arm backwards, and then forcefully forwards, sending again one half of the billyclub flying, to smack on the forehead of the undecided man. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's not the best with hand to hand combat, or knife to gun in cases. She was expecting to get hit back and hit back hard she is. The redhead goes backwards and rolls, "Ow." she grumbles as she staggers to her feet. She slashes at him with the knife, but, it doesn't get anywhere near him. Which makes him laugh. 

:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' daredevil is currently busy running towards the second guard, or the one who just got his head smacked with one half of the club. The other half, finds its way into his head pretty soon, as the masked man reunites the two halves and slams the weapon on the guard's temple. Then Daredevil turns again, setting off into a run, holstering the billy club on his right thigh and just going for afull speed tackle. The man is facing away from him, anyways! And Matt smells blood, making it all the easier to find him, ram his shoulder into the man's lower back, pivot and drive the man's head in the nearby wall. Then, Daredevil stops, turning to, well, aim his face towards Morrigan as he speaks "are you hurt?" question that he tries to answer by listening, inhaling, feeling his surroundings to see if the woman is bleeding or her body is giving other signs of injury. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Well, it's a good thing Morrigan wasn't going for another stab when Daredevil came running in, she actually steps back, blood dripping from her hand where it was trickling down her arm. She watches the guys head thunk off the wall and there's a bit of a blink. Then she looks to him, "Hurt?" she asks. "Oh...nothing that some stitches won't fix." she admits. "Are you umm...hurt?" she asks as she looks him over. "So you're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen that everyone talks about." she states. More a fact than a question. 

:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' daredevil shakes his head, indicating that he is not hurt. He turns towards the men on the floor, walking calmly towards each of them, stopping for a second near each one to make sure they're still alive perhaps "I at least hope everyone talks about it in a way that doesn't scare children..." he replies, apparently satisfied that all the men are well and alive, ok alive and not so well. He even starts dragging them towards one of the wall, propping them all up in a line shoulder to shoulder 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to that, "I mean, it might scare those who don't act right." she chuckles to that. "And thanks." she adds. Then he's wandering back to where the men are and lining them up. "You aren't going to kill them?" she asks him a bit curiously. Her run in with vigilantes was a very vast spectrum these days really. 

:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' "I suppose that makes sense" Daredevil comments, an amused smirk for a moment dancing on his uncovered lips before he finishes propping up the last unconscious man "no, why should I? It's not my role to play god with the life of these people, no matter how bad or disgusting they may be..." he states, drawing in a deep breath and studying the men with his senses, finally approaching one of the hooded ones and fishing a small plastic bag out of one of the man's pockets. Then he moves to one of the two muscular ones, namely the one who isn't bleeding, and fishes a phone out of his jeans. Phone and plastic bag then disappear into a pouch that Matt has attached to his belt. "well, hopefully those ones just gave me a way to reduce the drug dealing rate..." he murmurs 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh no, I wasn't suggesting that you should." The irish woman states. "I'm used to someone else offing the bad guys is all. Just...ignore me." she states to that. "And ummm...you have a good night then, Mister Devil." she nods to him and then she's starting to move off just as slowly as she'd tried to back out of the fight. "And thanks for what you do." she tells him over her shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:89|daredevil (89)}} has posed:''' daredevil smirks again, less amusedly though "I prefer a less permanent form of justice. Actually, thinking about it, dying hurts less than living with a broken ribcage, right collarbone, mandible and a serie of bruises here and there..." he however draws his billyclub in a fluid motion, waving his other hand "have a good night" he replies, swinging the club to shoot the grappling hook out of it, latching on the nearby rooftop, the same from which he jumped down earlier "you're always welcome..." he adds, jumping to propel upwards by acrobatically running on the wall in front of him, at least till the momentum is enough for the grappling hook to do the rest. 
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10794/Sanctum Visits

2020-01-20T23:27:27Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2020/01/20 |Location=Sanctum Santorum - Base Floor |Synopsis=It's a busy night at Sanctum Santoroum. |Cast of Characters=228,71,9039,9173,145 |pret..."

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|Synopsis=It's a busy night at Sanctum Santoroum.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' There seems to always be someone at Sanctum Santorum. Whether it's Wong or someone else. Like a very pale redhead that has been in for most of the afternoon going through books, "I need to learn Latin." the Irish woman mutters to herself as she decides to take a break from said going through books. Morrigan was dressed in a black dress and a red sweater coat. Her long hair was done and a little mussed from running her hand through it a lot while studying. She's currently standing near the doorway to the living room with a to go cup of coffee and staring off into the distance. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     The Sorcerer Supreme has been rather absent of late as well as Wong having gone on sabbatacal or something like that for quite a while. Some days the sanctum can feel quite empty and other days it feels like it's the middle of mardi gras.     In the middle of the living room of the sanctum, or the main common room, there's an odd ripple in reality above the coffee table and a black dot appears and seems to grow and unfold out of reality until, sitting in the air, cross legged is Stephen Strange, with his hands on his knees in meditation and his eyes closed in deepest thought.     Strange snaps his eyes open and is quickly taking in a sharp breath as he recovers from the transportation. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' The door to the sanctum opens up, exposing Nick to the inhabitants of the Sanctum. No longer in the Sunday attire Strange saw Nick in just earlier that day, Nick has instead switched out to his more dressed down attire. Goodwill's finest solid colored clothing possible. Plus knit cap. In his gloved hand is a narrow white bag with the red labeling and the icon of a mortar and pistil on it. The face however, says it all. Not surprise, but more defeat. He sighs, stepping in, looking to the others curiously as he rolls up the bag, shoving it and instructions into his pocket. 

:'''{{#var:9173|Petra (9173)}} has posed:''' As Mystic draws in New York went, the Sanctum was certainly one of the big ones. Petra might have only been in the U.S. for about a week or so but...well, space and location wasn't exactly much of a limitation to the place. For such a formal place, one might expect some sort of more formal or at least mystical attire...but Petra obviously didn't quite think that far ahead. When the ashen-haired woman steps through the door next from another space, she's simply dressed in black slacks and a button-up white shirt. It looked almost business-y, but truth be told it was more a product of limited choice. Her eyes move over the space for a moment, looking over both it and the other 'patrons' in turn, but Morrigan's comment catches her ears and she chuckles a little. "There's always another dead language we don't know out there." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan blinks and takes a step back when the black dot appears and starts to grow, "If that's a big frog from a different universe with Jason you can spit him out somewhere else." she grumps. She manages to keep her coffee cup from slipping from her hand. She's not an amateur. When it's Strange there's a shake of her head, "You okay there?" she asks after the sharp breath he takes. Then her bright violet gaze flicks to the two new entrants and there's a dip of her head to them, "Evening." she offers. "And yeah, I've been thinking I need to pick up about five or six more." she tells Petra with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen lowers his feet after hoving a few feet over so that he doesn't uncurl onto a table, and with his feet firmly on the ground, Stephen looks to Morrigan and nods, "Learning new languages helps quite a bit, but do be mindful at first, when you think you know, but truly you do not." Then Stephen turns his head to Petra and nods to the new arrival before looking with a glance of his grey eyes towards Nick.     "Welcome to the Sanctum everyone, I know not why you're hear, just that you are..." The wizard whispers. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' If anyone needs to tell 'Yo Mama' jokes in the dialect of Sharktopus-Rex (Tyranasharktopus? Sharanatopus? Doesn't matter. Its dead) Then Nick is apparently your guy. However, this is not something voiced aloud by the musician. Nick looks over to Strange, "Looks like you didn't have to make that one trip." He looks to the group, "Hey guys, I'm Nick. Any of you guys named Illyana?" 

:'''{{#var:9173|Petra (9173)}} has posed:''' Why was Petra here? There's a momentary bite of her lip in consideration. Curiousity sounded like a rather off-hand answer, but it wasn't far from the truth. "I'd heard about this place a while back in my travels but hadn't quite made it this far before," she speaks, nodding to Morrigan's answer with a smile and then shaking her head to Nick's question. "My name is Petra, I came to see what you possess here, and what I might be able to peek at or study while I am 'in town' as it were." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks back to the Sorceror Supreme and there's a half smile, "I'm not trying to get in over my head just yet. Still taking baby steps when it comes to anything regarding magics and learning." she admits. Then she looks to the others and there's a smile, "Welcome, I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. It's nice to meet you Nick and Petra." she nods her head to that. "Nope, names not Illyana." she shakes her head to that. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Well so much for the quick possible explanation for being her- A brow arches up as Morrigan states her title. "...What type of Doctor?" Nick asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to Nick when he asks her the question, "I'm a Doctor of Pathology and Hematology. I head up the Pathology department at Mount Sinai currently." she tells him. "And what do you do, Nick?" she asks him. Apparently the woman doesn't know a stranger from the way she talks to people. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "I distract others." Nick replies succinctly, covering both his career and most of his powers in one go. Nick considers the answer, which takes some time because he's not as familiar with the topic material. "So, blood and-" He pauses, "Path- Feel-disease. Blood and Diseases?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to Nick after a sip of her quickly cooling coffee, "Aye. Blood and Disease." she dips her head to that as she looks at Nick. "Distraction can be useful in a lot of situations." she states. "And trying to do all kinds of research on all the weird that the cops decide to pass through my office when they can't figure it out." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' The musican looks to Morrigan, "How do you feel about field trips to likely illegal laboratories to make sure what's in there won't inadvertently kill the general population?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the younger man and there's a bit of a hand wobble, "I'm not really a breaking and entering type of gal." she tells him. "But, as long as it isn't Lex Corp I'd be happy to take a look at things." she tells him with a smile. "I've done a lot of weird stuff the last year, so doing that wouldn't be that much of a change." she muses. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Iiii don't think it's Lex Corp." Nick assures, "Not enough branding inside." Nick glances to Dr. Strange before looking to Morrigan, "Unlike him, I might need a contact number for you for when we have transportation inside secured. Hopefully it'll be a very boring trip." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, Sorcerors have their ways of getting ahold of people. I'm still learning." Morrigan admits to that. "And yeah, Lex likes his branding." she muses as she sips her coffee. Then there's a bit of a nod, "If others don't mind having another along, I'd be happy to help." she states. Then she's digging a case out of her pocket and a card is produced and handed over to him. "If you need it for anything else feel free to call as well." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Yeah... They also don't seem to need spare keys." Nick mutters, looking over at Strange before heading over to take the offered card. Looking to the number before sliding it into his pocket. "I'd probably be good to make sure we don't make things worse by doing stuff there." Nick nods, stepping back, "Alright, just need to confirm the location, find an Illyana, get Hogarth's butt involved, and I think... that'll be something to work with." He gives a slight nod, "Ok. This is starting to sound more like a plan." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' Bleecker Street counts as one of Illyana's haunts. It just happens the better part of the dimension doesn't know a highly paranoid sorceress dwells within view of prime magical real estate. Visits to the Sanctum Sanctorum have been curiously rare in recent weeks, but the Russian blonde darkens that doorstep all the same. Whatever else the wards detect, they might relay some peculiar, particular developments about the Demon Queen. Still infernally charged, her soul split between the immense dichotomy of the Vishanti on one side, and their dark siblings-cousins (divine heritage is weird, okay?) on the other side. Why she chooses to darken a doorstep is a matter of a box. A box from Katz's Deli, where the difficulties of acquiring a famous pastrami sandwich are legendary. Is it line cutting if you can scare everyone else ahead of you? Is it really a sandwich? Does a sandwich need a knotted ribbon and three glyphs to seal it? Who knows. But she stops at the doors. Knocking is appropriate. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "My ex just sorta showed up or notes appeared before he did. So, I absolutely understand the gripe there." Morrigan laughs as she remembers Mister Blood's entrances. There's a sadness that passes over her face, but, it fades quickly. "Ah, Hogarth will be involved. Excellent." she smiles to that. Hey, she knew that guy! "Is there a chance of injury or anything like that? Contamination of any kind?" she asks him. Then she looks to the sound of the knocking, "Not it." she states. "Strange?" she looks back to him. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "I THINK he'll be involved." Nick replies, glancing around, "I- don't exactly have his number but I figure he'd eventually come back here if I wait long enough. Or perhaps someone who LIVES here could just relay the message." Hint hint. Hint. ... Hint. "Well, there were things that were feeling exceptionally murdery last time I was there but I THINK we got them." His head turns, looking to the door, then to Morrigan, and then, Strange. "Should I be concerned that the door didn't open for them like it did for me?" 

:'''{{#var:9173|Petra (9173)}} has posed:''' Seemingly, Petra had gotten lost in the library...which wouldn't be all that suprising for people if they knew her. With a pair of books under her arm and another in her hand, the white-haired girl reenters the room, looking up from the passage she was scanning to catch the end of the discussion. It didn't mean anything to her, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' Will the door open of its own accord or hold firm? Illyana waits on the step with her box containing a potential sandwich, or perhaps a devious, infernal creation that needs seals and binding to keep from corrupting the city. She stands patiently with her hooded gaze remote, giving the impression someone dropped off a statue c/o Stephen Strange, no COD. If it opens though, she steps within the building. A brief glance about informs her for much of what she needs to know. People within; familiar symbol on high; pressure of atmospheres shifting. The gilded fringe of her bangs strays as she tips her head. "Delivery," she explains rather tersely, holding up the box. "A bad time?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the other two and then sighs, "One second." she muses then she's heading for the door to open it, but it opens for the woman that's on the other side and she returns to where she was standing. "Don't think it's a bad time." the redhead states with a nod of greeting. "If you're looking for Strange he's through here." she nods to the living room. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' As the door belatedly opens, Nick steps over, looking to the blonde that comes in carrying a box. "Hi," the knit-capped planner greets, head tilting curiously, "Is your name Illyana by any chance?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' A curt nod from Illyana indicates familiarity. She holds the box at her side without any hesitation, no suggestion she might just shove it at the nearest pair of willing hands and cut her losses. The slow travel of arctic-pale blue eyes from Morrigan to Nick gives a clear indication of a center of gravity yanked sidelong, measured and landing upon him. Her stance shifts but a fraction, resting on her heel. "Who are you?" Oh, friendly, this one. Might as well just imagine her as a hedgehog rolling up defensively to present prickles, or a wolverine-sized hedgehog with a temperament of grinding glaciers. "We met with the dragon. Fafnir." She glances back to Morrigan. "We have not, have we?" 

:'''{{#var:9173|Petra (9173)}} has posed:''' The newcommer has Petra stepping to the side, shifting and juggling her armload of books for a moment before snapping the one she'd been reading closed and bracing the trio against her front beneath folded arms. Seems 'Illyana' had been found, bringing her own delivery no less, but Petra just offers a little nervous smile of greeting. After all, the Sorceress had only been in the country for a little while, she wasn't exactly well caught up on the local magicians. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's bright violet gaze shifts between Illyana and Nick and there's a bit of a headshake, "No, we've not met. I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre." she offers to the newly arrived woman. "I should get back to my studies in a moment, but if anyone needs me just yell." she states. "Or well...don't yell. Don't want to scare anyone." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick blinks. "Drag-" He pauses, eyes rolling up. Right. The blonde with the sword. "Ah. Sorry. I don't think names were exchanged then. With the whole, dragon-thing. I'm Nick." The musician looks to Strange questionably before looking back to Illyana, "So, is that a yes on you being Illyana?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' For a single moment, there might be no answer at all. Illyana has the uncanny ability to remain completely still when she likes, other than the essential act of breathing. Breathing is, however, shallow and controlled. So the blinks are slowed, too, as it turns out to be useful. "Doctor MacIntyre." For all that accent owes its origins as deep in Russia as one can get, her English pronunciation comes with abject perfection. It might have skipped out from Cambridge with a whistle-stop tour of the Home Counties. "Illyana Rasputina." Ra-ra-Rasputin. No title is immediately given, since the formality is shifting back and forth. "You were innovative with the cryptid," she says to Nick. "The city is not in ashes, da?" Damning praise it is not, but carefully measured as though words are going out of style. Petra earns a nod, crisp and perfunctory, but not dauntingly cold. 

:'''{{#var:9173|Petra (9173)}} has posed:''' A little shift nervously in the corner, Petra gives a soft cough. "So...it sounds like things have been eventful in this place?" she questions from the backline, leaning herself against the nearby wall. Her accent? It sounded noticably British, upper-class and likely as much something practiced as it was natural these days. "A dragon threatening the city isn't something particularly common I would hope." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks down to her cellphone that's in her pocket and there's a bit of a frown, "Apologies, work calls." she states in her accented tone. "It was good to meet you, Illyana. I'm sure we'll run across each other in here more often." she dips her head to her. "Petra, Nick, have a good evening." she tells them. Then the woman with the weird eyes is heading off to take her phone call. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Innovative..." Nick repeats, the word rolling on his tongue as he determines the feel. "I'd rather it have been effective. But true. The city is still around." Thanks to everyone else who was there. He glances away from Illyana towards Petra. "Dragons aren't THAT common here." He assures. Well, in that form at least. "It kind of varies." Nick looks to the departing Morrigan, "Until later, Doctor." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' "No," agrees Illyana. Morrigan's departure has a swift nod to bid her on her way. She crosses the floor with precise, purposeful strides that deliver her to the other room where that box is unceremoniously put on a table with a sharp, Russian-inflected command. <Stay put.> Whether Katz's deli makes sandwiches with living animals or they self-animate after the fact, someone properly ought to check. "It is handled," she says with a small shrug of her shoulders. It may not be the sammich being blamed here. "What are you doing?" Oh, small talk. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Well." Nick claps his hands together, "Speaking of Large creatures that should not be in the city, that's actually the reason why I'd like to talk to you Illyana." He glances over to the box, partly seeing if it moves at all, "It seems that there was a lab doing some stuff they weren't supposed to be doing and some their projects got out. Those projects were taken care of but we probably need to get a group to pop over there to make sure there's nothing else that might kill everyone in the general area." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana isn't the chatty sort. At least not without a lot of vodka or other immeasurable sources of amusement. She can convey a hell of a lot in the lift of her brow or a tilt of her head, which are given to Nick with that sort of measured restraint on par with an iron fist around her emotions. "I see." Oh, damning if it weren't so short. "Dead or contained?" So simple, that. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick pauses, thinking to the fight, grimacing. He shakes his head, "-dead." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' "Dead creature. A 'project.'" Illyana parses over these facts, and then crosses her arms over her chest, giving Nick a look as long as a Siberian winter and not a great deal warmer, wobbly polar-region vortex or not. Slender fingers brace against the sleeves of her corded sweater. "Describe the creature. Corporeal? Human? Chimera, human and other materials mixed? They were sentient, hostile, afraid?" Such simple inquiries. "This is not much detail." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick nods, closing his eyes in recollection. "I think the term used in response to the description last time was chimeras. First one spotted, spider, tiger mixture, highly hostile. Second one spotted, octopus, shark, T-Rex mixture, highly hostile, shot off lightning. Intent on killing anything and everything in sight. I think there was a third but did not see it. The others came across it. There were other tubes but they were not broken and it appeared everything was shut off so those were ignored at the time." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' "Combining aggressive or dangerous animals with highly desirable toxic, venomous or poisonous qualities in one. Lightning?" She tilts her head to consider. "Genetic augmentation. Magical grafting. These are not things which should be released." Never mind Limbo has its fair share of weird, to say nothing of the other dimensions. Illyana dips her chin an inch or two. "The lab must be checked. That is a baseline. Other possible sources for this problem? Who?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick shakes his head, "That I don't know. Best I could do for you is sketch out what I remember of the inside." "As for the location, I didn't get in or out by traditional means but I think I know where we can come across someone who did." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' "Seeing it is enough." A bit haughty, if it were not delivered so factually, in line with 'my hair is blonde' or 'Nick wears pants.' Illyana doesn't do verbose or ostentatious, it seems, leaving that to the others. Even in the Sanctum Sanctorum, that is saying something. "A sketch. Describing it. Who else was there?" The lead is something to latch onto, and her curiosity is piqued from a remote distance. She slowly draws a breath, holding it for three seconds longer than needed. It breaks the pace, and then slips out. "This is not a risk this very moment, yes?" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "I think the guy was called 'Kid'." Nick answers, "I don't know the woman's name though." He sighs, "We're short on at least a couple people right now. What I can do is get started on some sketches. When I'm done and rested up, we can get the group together and head over. Sound good?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' "Yes. I will help you. Just call." Odd statement there but Illyana thoughtfully pats her pocketless pants. That's not going to do. A frown settles in as she looks up. "The house will not like me using better means. Here, I should have paper." She doesn't have business cards. But she can write down a phone number. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick pulls out Morrigan's card and hands it towards Illyana, before pulling out the ever-ready pen celebrity-dom has taught him. "Here. Write on this." He offers, "I need to call the Doctor as well when we're ready." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' Numbers spin out in quick order. Nothing weird; a New York City area code. She looks at the card, slides the pen away in... where? There is no where. "I will follow up. And tell the Doctor hello." Her mouth lifts in a ghostly trail of a smile. "Soon." That's all she gives Nick for farewell, headed out the doors. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Nick looks to the card that eventually makes it to his hand as watches Illyana head out the door. His hand slides the card into his pocket, crinkling the medicine bag in the process. Well, considering how he momentarily thought the conversation was going to go, his meeting was a success. "Guess it's time to get sketching." He murmurs, heading out as well. His own way. 
}}

9778/After Practice

2019-10-26T21:36:38Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had asked Richard to help her out with her sword skills a few weeks ago and the man had made good on his word. So after a few hours of practice when they were finished the red head had suggested a trip to grab something to relax with after such grueling work. There's a cafe in Greenwich that Morrigan is a regular at, probably because she lives next to it. She finds a seat and settles down in it, sore from the workout, "I've not been this sore in years." she muses as she rearranges the table top a bit to give a clear line of sight to Richard. "Thanks for being good on your word." she adds to him. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon gladly kept his word indeed, meeting with Morrigan in that small place that he rented to use it as a dojo, and starting on her swordsmanship training using a pair of wooden blades, quickly assessing her current level and again covering the basics. The gripping, the swinging, the steps and the postures... Yet, it is understandable that someone is a bit tired after such a training! With his current level of training, it is not pretentious to say he didn't almost even sweat, and if he looked precise and controlled the last time they met, seeing him with a blade in hand, or training in general, brings that concept to an entire new level. The offer of some coffee and relaxing, though, was extremely well accepted, and so it was that he followed Morrigan gladly and with a smile towards the cafe, taking a seat in front of the woman "well, it'll be worse tomorrow but, the day after it'll be allright!" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh thanks for the warning." Morrigan muses as she looks across to him. She was far more tired during the day, it was easy to tell. "I'll be sure to soak tonight and hopefully stave off some of that." she states with a nod. "So you're an expert martial artist, is that something you've trained your whole life for or did you just come to it naturally?" she asks him. Then she adds, "If I ask too many questions you can tell me to quit. I tend to be overly nosy or inquisitive from what I've been told." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon smiles a bit, winking "you have to know what's in front of you! And, well, asking is always allowed, answering is courtesy... So don't worry." he pauses a moment, before actually giving his answer "I've trained my entire life, yes... Started training when I was a little kid, and am still learning new things now!" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan smiles a touch at that, "Well, I think I do." she nods to that. "I think it's good to have that dedicated of a focus." she admits as she orders her coffee and then takes a moment to watch while Richard orders his. "So what do you do when you aren't working at Mount Sinai or teaching hopeless Doctors how to handle a sword?" she asks him curiously. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon hmms, considering that new question, then probably choosing a version of the truth "I travel, mostly... Most of my life is devoted to, well, either training, teaching, healing, travelling, and thinking... That's basically all I do, I'm afraid. Nothing too intresting!" he smiles "no millions in a secret bank account, no supersecret second life... Nothing..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Traveling isn't all that bad. I do it for conferences. I have a few trips already planned out for the new year." Morrigan tells him with a soft smile. "Where is your favorite place to travel?" she asks him. Innocent question really. "And it sounds like you're going for Sainthood with all that you do really. I'm glad to have met you." she admits to that. "And I'm sure with all the traveling and things you've made good friends." she smiles to that. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon chuckles, a bit amusedly perhaps "oh, sainthood? far from it! As for my favourite place, I honestly don't know... There are so many good places that giving a favourite would almost be like doing a disservice to the others..." he admits, smiling softly "and, of course, you're welcome Morrigan, I am likewise glad!" he pauses, glancing to the waiter that is supposed to bring his coffee as well as Morrigan's, then looking back at the woman "well, yes, I have met a person or two, true..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan takes her coffee when it's delivered and there's a quiet thanks given to the server. Then she focuses back on Richard, listening to what he says. "I think you'd do alright." she teases him. "So how do you balance everything, or what that learned along the way as well?" she asks him with a smile. "I can barely do three things. I can't imagine adding being a teacher to that." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon thanks the waiter as well, placing the cup of coffee in front of him and waiting for it to be an acceptable temperature before attempting to sip it. "but I devote my entire life to them... I mean, I do heal when I find someone wounded, not like a doctor who spends their day seeking patients. I do train when I'm not doing anything else, and teach those who want to learn. As for the thinking, well, who doesn't? And you can do those things while travelling... Just, not being bound to a place but going wherever your feet bring you" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him, her eyes soften as he speaks and there's a nod to his words, "Well, healing is a good thing to do when you come across someone that is wounded. I tend to try to do that if there is a situation where it comes up. Though I don't have any of the healing powers that say metahumans or mutants might have." she admits. "And sadly for the foreseeable future I'm going to stay in NYC proper. Until I find some dashing man that makes me move to another state or something." she chuckles as she sips her coffee. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon nods understandingly "well, nor do I, I am as human as I look... So, well, no snapping my fingers and removing wounds with a thought, unfortunately!" he smiles again, taking that cup of coffee finally and trying to drink a small sip from it "hmm, this is good! And, well, you have all your life in front of you, and surely at least a couple dozen of dashing men that try to grab your attention" he chuckles 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I think our type of healing is just as important really." Morrigan tells him as she settles her coffee down on the saucer. "Were you born in the states, Richard? I mean, you're pretty American looking but I tend not to assume." she smiles to that. Then she gives a chuckle, "If I had a dozen dashing men trying to grab my attention I might be a bit happier in life." she muses to that. "I had been seeing someone, but he had his demon. So I've been focused on my work more and more." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon shakes his head "I suppose you could say I have, american origins, but I actually grew up in japan..." he admits "and, I agree, our healing is just as important indeed! or the common people would probably die, or suffer..." then he grins "happier, with a dozen people trying to grab your attention, all day? Oh wow... I wouldn't manage, personally... Well, not, men, I mean... You know what I mean" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I hear Japan is lovely." Morrigan tells him as she focuses on him again. "Did you like it there?" she asks him as she wraps her hands around the coffee mug. Then she chuckles, "No, one guy would make me happy. If I had twelve men suddenly interested in me I'd believe it was a joke of some kind." she points out. "Do you have a girlfriend or anything like that, Richard? I imagine with all of the traveling and roaming healing it makes it a difficult thing." she murmurs. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' "like everything, and every place, it had its pros and cons, its good sides and its bad ones..." Richard admits, sipping his coffee again "it is a good place anyways, yes, just like the USA are, just like Europe, or Asia, or Africa..." he smiles, and indeed shakes his head "I don't have a girlfriend indeed... It, is something that I will perhaps think about now that I am more or less settled, but earlier, indeed, it was a complicated thing..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan listens to him quietly and there's a soft nod to his words, "True. My mom left Ireland when I was still a baby. So I can understand that." she admits. Her mom's issue was supernatural though! "And having a place to settle tends to help the matter of relationships. One that understands what you do and traveling sometimes might be a good idea." she suggests. "Not like there's a rush I'm guessing." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' "that would be a good idea indeed! I am sure, that when the times are right, I'll find someone or someone'll find me..." Richard admits, pausing then to enjoy a couple of sips of coffee with a pleased smile at the taste. "well, should also be someone who won't follow me trying to beat me with a broom at my odd behaviors such as the meditating, and the training and the cleaning everything, all that stuff..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan smiles softly to him as he talks, listening to his words and then she nods, "I'm sure it'll all work out in then end. For you and for me." she tells him. "There's been a bunch of things going on lately. Murders, kidnappings. So you be careful out in the field, alright?" she looks to him. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' "lets hope so!" Richard follows the words with another sip of coffee and a bright smile "to a great future for the both of us then" he adds, raising his half filled cup in a sort of cheer "and, yes, I will try to be careful. You as well though, please! I like having you as a student!" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I promise I'll stay alive when I'm out doing silly things." Morrigan tells him. Like walking towards the Punisher as opposed to running away! "Oddly enough I've gotten into a lot of things and walked away only a bit banged up. So I'm doing better than most." she admits. "So when is the next training session? Same time next week?" she asks with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon chuckles, again with a hint of amusement "well, who doesn't do a silly thing or two once in a wile?" he asks, grinning and even winking conspiratorially, hiding another smile behind the cup of coffee, now almost empty though. "next week same time is allright, keep training while at home though! If not with a sword, at least with some exercises to keep your muscles working..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile, "We do." she nods to that. Then she's finishing off her coffee and settling the cup down. "Same time next week and I'll be sure to do stretching and exercising at home." she nods to this. "I've got work tonight, so I'm going to need to head home and get ready for things. Thank you for the lesson and I look forward to the next one." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' "you're welcome" Richard replies with a smile, setting down his own empty cup "I suppose I'll just, stay here and enjoy the sights for a bit then! Unless you'd want me to escort you somewhere, of course" he says, another smile appearing on his lips "thanks for the company and, for making me discovering this place and its coffee..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan reaches for her bag and there's a smile to him, "I mean, if you want to walk me home you can, it's just a few places down." she tells him. "Or you can sit and enjoy the sights. Greenwich is pretty to look at sometimes." she admits as she stands. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon stands up smoothly, making sure the chair returns to be in the exact place it was when he pulled it out "well in that case, I'll make sure you gethome safely if that's allright with you. I'm sure a walk would do me good anyways!" he admits 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan smiles to that as she waits for him to stand. "Thank you. I know the area isn't bad, but it's always nice to have company." she admits to him. She leads them back out on the street and sure enough, Morrigan's apartment building is not far. The Hillary Gardens is a a tall building with thirty five floors. "I moved here in the middle of the year. Too many old memories at my other place." she chuckles as she finds her keys as she stops outside the lobby entrance. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon follows the woman out of the cafe, and through the streets his steps and expression remain serene while his eyes calmly take in his surroundings. "it seems like a very nice place!" he even comments, confirming it when seeing the building in which Morrigan lives "well, yes, nice indeed. I do truly hope that this new home will bring in some good memories, to replace the bad ones, Morrigan." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to him, "I'm sure the new memories will be great really." she admits. "And...thanks for today. It was great. Something that was desperately needed." she tells him. "Work calls though, so I should head up. I'll see you later, Richard." she gives him a smile and a wave as she moves towards the door to the lobby. 
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9732/Of Blades and Blood

2019-10-23T21:29:00Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/10/23 |Location=Russell Nash Antiques, Yonkers |Synopsis=Morrigan takes a blade with some weird vibes on it to Connor for him to check out. |C..."

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Yonkers? No one really wanted to go to Yonkers. Especially with it being a rainy day. Except for one Morrigan MacIntyre. She'd been looking for antiques dealers for a few days and for some reason, Russel Nash Antiques stood out. Maybe she just had weird feelings while she was learning more magic, who knew? She parks her care down the street and carefully brings a bag with her as she heads for the shop in a bit of a hurry so she doesn't get rained on much. The red head opens the door and there's a bit of a look around as she stops on the other side of it. She didn't know what to expect really. 

:'''{{#var:8683|Connor Macleod (8683)}} has posed:''' Now this was a rare event. The bell chime - just above the door - sounds, and the dusty, oily, old "book smelly" antiques shop had its first guest in a fortnight. A young, blonde woman was at the front counter. Her eyes look over at Mo for a moment, and then she taps a button on the counter. "We have a guest, Connor." The voice that responds back over the intercomm was youngish sounding, but the accent was strange...almost British/Scottish/French/Other all rolled into one. "Thank you Rylea. I'll be right there." Rylea smiles, a radiant smile, and says, "Can I help you, ma'am?" Now her voice was unmistakably Scottish. She couldn't have been much past 22 years old, with deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. She was wearing the latest fashions, a red skirt, blue top, and orange-red Christian Louboutin shoes. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a curious quirk of an eyebrow at the voice, but she can't really say much about accents. When Rylea greets her there's a smile to her, "Hello, I was pointed here as I hear you all might have a good handle on old blades?" she offers, her Irish accent sticks out. Hopefully they wouldn't kick her out over it. "I'm usually not one to go on wild goose chases, but wanted to see if this could be looked at and see if anyone knows where it might be from." she admits as she lifts the bag that contains the thing that needs looking at. "I wasn't sure if it was appointment only or not. If it is I can come back another day." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:8683|Connor Macleod (8683)}} has posed:''' "Oh yes, a' course! Mr. Macleod is an expert at old blades! Ah'm sure he will see you. He's...been busy lately, but ah'm sure he would be happy to look at an old blade." Rylea takes a moment to look at the woman, then her gaze goes to the bag. "He'll be down in a few moments. At least...ah think he will. He can be...a bit slow." Rylea waits for a few moments until her patience wears out, "Um. Can I see what you have? I know, curiousity killed the cat an' all, but ah'm curious?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to the woman and there's a moment the accent is soothing. "Macleod, that's a good name." she muses as she looks around. Then there's a look back to Rylea as she asks to see the blade, "Oh of course." she tells her with a bright smile, canines on humans were not normally as pronounced as hers, but here we are. Morrigan moves to settle the bag on the counter, a few of her fingers are bandaged and she has knicks along the back of her hand. She pulls the bundle from the bag and unfurls it and lays it down for her to look at, it looks like a Scottish Dirk, a pretty old one. But there's engravings and things on the blade. And dried blood. 

:'''{{#var:8683|Connor Macleod (8683)}} has posed:''' "Ooooo...tha' looks familiar. Perhaps Scottish, but see here..." Rylea looks at Mo first, then back at the blade before moving it into the lamp light she turns on. "See here...tha' looks older than any Scottish clan ah kin think o'..." The door behind Rylea opens, and a man steps out. He was wearing a dark suit coat, midnight black, a light beige shirt, a red tie, and a pair of blue pants with worn out black leather shoes. His reddish-blonde hair was semi-orderly today, a rare treat, and his "scruff" on his face was only two days long. The tie was not tied fully to the top of his shirt, as the top button was undone. "Welcome to my shop, Ms...?" Connor moves to stand beside Rylea, and looks at her with a smile. "Rylea dear, can you please bring me the appraisal equipment in the back? Thank you." Rylea looks down, not meeting Connor's gaze, and says, in a muffled voice, "Yes Uncle. Ra' away." Rylea then rushes to the back, a bit faster than normal. "Forgive my niece. She forgets herself sometime. Ach, tha' young." Connor smiles. "Now what have we here?" His eyes scan the sword , and one of his eyebrows goes up into the air, very Spockian. "Fascinating. Where did ya' get this blade?" Strangely enough, he doesn't touch it. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks just as happy to have someone that knows what they are looking at, "So it's not entirely Scottish. Hmmm." the violet eyed woman ponders as she is looking at the blade. But when the door opens behind her she looks to Connor. There's a faint twitch of her lips, "Morrigan MacIntyre. Doctor. But Morrigan works fine." she tells the man. She shakes her head, "No need to apologize." she tells him. "And yes, it's been fascinating to have about. I have a few dirks at home, but they didn't look like this." she admits. "Pulled it out of a body. I'll leave the rest of the gore out of it. But it's not the first time we've found someone near something that has these marks and things. First time a weapon was found." she tells him quietly. Not wanting to alarm the other woman. 

:'''{{#var:8683|Connor Macleod (8683)}} has posed:''' "Ah, Doctor. I see." Connor's eyes look at Mo for a moment, and he pauses. "Morrigan. Aye." Connor returns his gaze back to the weapon, and shakes his head. "Strange. It kind of doesn't make sense." Connor picks it up,and tests the sharpness. "Cold to the touch. You say you got it from a body?" Rylea returns back with a small kit, a glass to look through, and several other items. She stands behind Connor, and doesn't make a sound. "Thank you my dear." Connor says, as he puts the dirk down. "I can see from the outward appearance the Scottish feel to it." Connor closes his eyes for a moment, remembering. "Something feels older than that." Connor's eyes open. "Perhaps left over from a darker time. Perhaps even Roman. Greek. Or even Spartan. Huh. I have a friend who would love to see this." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Most things that I'm finding these days don't really make sense, so it's something I'm getting used to." Morrigan chuckles to that. She then looks to Connor as he picks it up, "Yes, I get sent all kinds of weird things at work. The body that was sent to me came with it. Still waiting on a few tests to come back. But wanted to see about learning more about it's origins. The blade that is." she admits. "Well, if people want to see it and know more about it feel free to send them my way. I can leave you my contact information if that helps." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:8683|Connor Macleod (8683)}} has posed:''' Connor's eyes narrow. He looks at the blade once more, and says, "I see. Well. It has a dark design. The blade is ancient. Perhaps older than even the Spartan days. I can tell it is not a blade you want to get stuck in you. It has anti-healing properties. Mystical. I would be careful with it." Connor wipes his hands on a cloth that was under the counter. "I would guess it is a sacrificial blade. Possibly Greek Mythology or even demonic...or darker. A cult. Might even be local...it is a valuable blade. Not something a cheap gang would have as a knock off. This is the real thing." A pause. "Are you okay?" Was that Connor's sense of heroism coming out for the first time in decades? 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the blade as Connor talks and she fishes out a card and slips it across the counter to him, "I'll try not to cut myself with it then." she admits. "And I'll see about a friend locking it up in a safe place after things are done. I'm guessing that someone is going to be looking for it if it's mystical and can probably bleed someone out quickly. Then there's a look to him, "Oh I'm fine. I didn't cut myself on this. I've been learning how to sword fight and well...live steel is a bitch." she muses. Then she's bundling the blade back up, "Thank you, Mister Macleod. It was good to talk to you and if you need anything feel free to call. And you can pass the information to your friend." she adds as she makes sure the weapon is back in the bag. Then the rain starts to pick up, "You two have a good afternoon." the Irish woman states as she hurries out of the store and back to her car. 
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9632/A Long Night

2019-10-18T02:31:22Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus has had a few people at the shelter come down with a mysterious cough, even after antibotics they seem to still get sicker and the purplish flem has the local clinics confused. He loaded up the shelter van with the sick and drove them to Mount Sinai Hospital, he chose the place perhaps because of it's reputation or perhaps something else.     He help the three out of the van and into the Emergency Room. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' It's been a long day at Mount Sinai already and it appears that it's going to be an even longer night. Pathology had been called down to the emergency area of the hospital for another reason and that meant that Morrigan was having to stay over to see what was going on. She could have left someone else in charge, but when you're the head of a department you can't really hand it over. The woman has been looking at the charts for other patients, but her violet gaze lands on the people coming in the door, "Oh no." she murmurs to one of the nurses as she stands. "This way, sir." she motions to Lucius. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus nods a bit as he helps one of the particular lady whose hacking up a lung. The other two are able to head towards the doctor who waves them over.     Lucius makes his way to Morrigan, "I do hope you can figure out what's wrong with them. The local clinic was left puzzled, I've made my guesses at to what it is but, I'm no expert." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan steps from around the counter where the nurses are seated, "Do you need a wheelchair?" she asks the two of them. Then she looks to Lucius, "I hope I can figure out what's going on. I've not seen this happen before." she admits. "And you look familiar. I think I ran into you months ago." she mentions to him. The nurses bring a few wheel chairs to those that are sick. Offering to lead them back to check in and to rooms. "You aren't feeling ill, are you sir?" one of them asks Lucius. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus shakes his head, "No, I'm fine, perhaps I was lucky compared to these folks." He nods to Morrigan as well, "I run a charity and I imagine it's either from helping some people out or collecting donations... Job is never done I'm afraid."     The three he helped in all pretty much opt for wheelchairs, the one Lucius helped in practically falls into one. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The nurses usher them into wheelchairs and there's a bit of a moment taken to make sure the one that falls into theirs is still going to be concious in a few moments. "We'll go ahead and take them back." the nurses say. "Are you going to stay to see how they do or just dropping them off Mister..." Morrigan asks as she looks to him. "I'm going to go collect some blood for tests and things of that nature. See if there is anything else we can glean from that at this time." she tells him. "Do you have their names and things?" she asks him as she starts to head back around the counter. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus rubs the shoulder of one of those that are ushered away, he looks back over to Morrigan, "I'll stay for a bit, keep them company, even if here in the in ER." He reaches into his pockets and he pulls out a massive looking wallet, which he flips through and starts to pull out insurance cards. "Just give me a second here, I keep their stuff safe, it's a hard life for alot of them and just having them in their pockets could have them not last very long."     He places three cards onto the counter in front of Morrigan, "I imagine someone with your skill will figure out what is wrong, you have a great reputation." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I don't think the other doctors or nurses will have any issue with you keeping them company. Just helps to have names and all of that so we can pull histories." Morrigan admits. An admittance nurse takes the cards when they are provided and goes to work on that. There's a bit of a smile when he says she has a great reputation, "That's very kind." she tells him. Then she's moving to head back to the rooms, "Did you want to follow me?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus nods, as he awaits his guide, he's doing his best to not be look overwhelmed, being this close to so many people who are hurt, feeling hopeless or angry has him a bit depressed as well. He mentions, "This is probably just another normal day for you. All this sickness must get to you occassionally.." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan stops at the door to one of the rooms and there's a look to Lucius, "I get called to the ER for a lot of stuff. It's usually just a mutated strain of the flu." she tells him. But the paleness of her face and the darkening circles under her eyes lend a tired look to the woman. "It does get my spirits down sometimes. But don't tell anyone else I said that." she murmurs to him as she picks up the chart from beside the door. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus nods, "Not a soul." He looks down the hallway a bit, Morrigan isn't the only one whose quite tired, he can sense that most of the nursing staff are pretty tired along with the interns. It's still a great mystery at times why they seem to torture the newbies with 24 hour shifts and the like. He idlely chatters, "I've taken my share of emergency training courses but nothing really helps with trying to diagnose some of these diseases. It seems diseases find ways to infect even those who may be considered to be 'mutants'. I guess nature adapts to nature." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a soft smile to that, "Thank you." she tells him. "I didn't catch your name. I'm Morrigan." she offers. "Emergency courses are much needed things these days." she admits to that. "And even if it doesn't help, it's alright to seek out others. We're all supposed to help each other out." she smiles to that. When he mentions mutants there's a quirk of an eyebrow, "Do you have many run ins with mutants at your place? I have only came across a couple. But I'd like to help out more with them." she admits as she heads into the room. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus says, "Lucius. I don't discriminate, all people need help at times." he shrugs, as he follows her into the room, "I'm pretty certain that there is more 'mutants' in the world then they want to admit. We're all unique individuals, whose to say we aren't all mutants.. just with less flashy abilities." he grins. This, of course, coming from the telepath who can read the thoughts of the city block around him and whose survived nearly two thousand years." 
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9597/A Dragon At Mount Sinai

2019-10-15T21:51:56Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre rarely worked days, but, she was in for the day doing a tour for some supporters and people that wanted to get in good with the hospital. She's dressed nicely in a purple business dress and a silver knot work pendant at her throat. She's on break from showing people around and currently hiding in the cafeteria and looking off at what is on the menu for an early dinner. The woman's weird violet gaze is going over the menu...and she's probably not paying much attention to her surroundings. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon doesn't generally work in public establishments, but with the more frequent use of holistic medicine even in a more public way some people still call him for a consulence or two from time to time. And that is exactly the reason for his presence today at the Mount Sinai, a place where without a degree in medicine he would never be able to work but, still, it is a wonder what knowing the right people can do! So it is that Richard Dragon, not a doctor but certainly a healer, has just finished seeing to a patient and is heading to get a definitely deserved coffee. Dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white pressed shirt, a badge is attached to the left breast pocket of the shirt itself identifying him as external personnel for the day. Even if his clothes don't manage to perfectly hide the body of a warrior, such at odd with a medical profession, he still exudes an aura of serenity which probably would be believable in such a place, and so it is quietly that he moves towards the counter, raising his eyes to the large menu to consider the various things on offer. Still, quite undecided on what to take, he shifts his calm gaze on Morrigan who is standing at his side, to ask "would you have any suggestions?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look over the menus again. So many choices. So little time. She doesn't notice Richard until he's speaking and the woman startles a bit. "Jesus..." she whispers. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were there." she tells him in a sheepish tone. "The roast beef is good. Don't get the egg salad." she chuckles to that. Then she gives him a look over, her eyes going back to his after that, "You are either a visitor or new to the hospital, I'd remember hair like that anywhere." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon smiles reassuringly at the startling, and nods understandingly at the suggestion "thanks! I will probably get a roast beef then. And avoid the egg salad, at all costs" he then lowers his eyes for a moment on his badge, then raises them again on Morrigan "both, I'd say. A visitor that is new to the hospital. Presumably not to my last visit, but surely to my first, in this decade at least." he comments, moving a step forward when the line advances 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to that, "The pickle spears are what make the sandwich really. I guess I'm just a fan of pickles really." the Irish woman chuckles at that. Then she's watching him, "Well, welcome to Mount Sinai. I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. I run Pathology here and help out Hematology when they need it." she offers as she extends her hand in greeting. "I was giving a tour to some investors, but they went off for their big fancy lunch with the Board of Directors." she muses. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon bows his head in greeting, still with a smile on his lips as he introduces himself as "Richard, here to provide an alternative anestetic to some patient who can't use regular ones, and a couple of other things" he extends his hand, glancing briefly at the line of people moving and advancing a bit with the flow. "well, they get to have their fancy lunch and the one who indeed worked all day for them is stuck with the egg salad, hm?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a soft smile to that, "It's nice to meet you, Richard. If you need help learning the ropes around here I'm sure we can help. And our pathology residents and things sometimes get lost, so might see them wandering around." she chuckles. "And I am getting pizza. I'm not much of a daytime person so I rarely get it." she muses. "I think they are the old stuffy types who believe a woman should be quiet and admired for her beauty...as opposed to telling them that she's higher in the pecking order." she muses. "But it's all good for the hospital." she shrugs. "Holistic medicine is what you do?" she asks him as the line moves. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon raises an eyebrow slightly at that "they don't make pizza at night?" he asks, staring at the menu again as if there was a time next to the image of a slice of pizza. "uh, well, I suppose some people are set in their way of thinking, as improductive as it may be... As for the patients, well, I'll be careful! And thanks for the help, doctor MacIntyre" he smiles again, now almost to the counter. "so it seems, yes" he admits regarding his specialization field 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a chuckle, "Pizza isn't good to eat at one in the morning unless you're drunk." she tells him. "And not good pizza." she adds. "And yes, some old fogeys are set in their ways." she nods to this. "You can call me Morrigan if you like." she smiles to him. "Holistic's isn't a bad thing really. I'm glad they finally have someone that offers that alternative." she admits to that. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon chuckles, a hint of amusement showing on his lips "true, but if you're a night person, then your 1 am is like my 1 pm, and at 1 pm you can have pizza..." he replies, just shrugging at the investor's comment and advancing another step, one step closer to the goal! "very well then, Morrigan! And, well, yes that is sometimes a good alternative. In this case, for example, the patient couldn't use most forms of anestetics due to allergies and some quite serious issues with his heart. Now, using acupuncture and hypnosis, he's peacefully sleeping after receiving surgery" he grins slightly 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I have an allergy to the sun so I am mostly a night person, yes. But I can go out for a limited amount of time." Morrigan offers to him. "I would love to be a day person really." she sighs wistfully. Then she's listening to him speak on the patient he had and she smiles, "See, that's why it's good." she points out. Then it's her turn in line and she makes her order, slice of cheese pizza, side salad and a drink. "Oh and I'll pay for his as well." she tells the cashie as she moves to let Richard order. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon listens to the woman speaking about sun allergy, and manages somehow to keep a quite neutral expression to that. After all now aday it's not even the strangest thing around! "oh well, I truly wish for you to find a solution to that, sun allergy then! And" he smiles "you shouldn't have, Morrigan. I'll be sure to pay you lunch someday!" to the cashier then he asks "some of that roast beef, with, hmm, salad too, and a bottle of sparkly water please" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him, "I've got a working serum that helps with it. Just doesn't completely nullify it." she nods to that. Then she waits for him to order and she pays. "It's really no trouble." she tells him about the lunch order. "Anywhere you'd like to sit? Unless you wanted to eat by yourself. I get that." she muses. Then their order is up and ready to eat! 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon nods in understanding "well, still, a more permanent solution surely could be useful." he comments, retrieving then his tray of food! His eyes scan the room, locating an empty corner table that he points to Morrigan "is that good? And, of course I would appreciate the company! Always good to share a meal instead of eating alone, usually at least." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile, "Corners are fine." she tells him with a gentle nod. She settles her tray down on the table and then settles herself into a chair. "It's never any fun to eat lunch alone." she admits. "So are you originally from New York?" she asks him once he's settled down. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon sets the tray down on the table in front of Morrigan's, then sits down and first thing opens the bottle of water to pour some in his plastic glass. Drinking some, he smiles brightly "ooh, water!" he exclaims, then shakes his head "no, not originally from New York. In fact, even if I've been here before, it has been some years since I last visited. I, like travelling..." he admits "but apparently I'll be staying for a wile, now!" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of an eyebrow quirk at how he reacts to water. That wasn't weird at all, right? Then she's sipping at her tea, "Well, welcome to New York. It gets really really interesting here sometimes. So just keep a watch if you go out at night...or really anytime." she muses. "Do you have any hobbies besides being a holistic practitioner?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon nods in understanding and flashes a new smile "I'll be careful!" and again drinks some water, getting then fork and knife and metodically starting to cut slices of his roast beef. And now, perhaps, observing him for a bit, it could be noticed that his every movement is precise to the millimeter, another oddity perhaps? "I am a martial artist, and a trainer..." he admits 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to his face and then there's a moment taken to eat some of her salad. But her eyebrow quirks, "Martial artist? I take it that is what you are a trainer of as well?" she asks him with a smile. "Any sword work in there?" she asks with a bit of a hopeful look. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon nods to confirm that he indeed is a martial arts trainer as well, and then again to indicate that it includes swords, if needed at least. "several martial arts include training in various kinds of weapons, swords included..." he indeed voices as explanation "so yes, I know how to use swords and can train people into their use. why?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan has forgotten her food for the moment and there's a smile, "Oh I had started learning the sword and just...should find someone to pick it back up." she admits. "I mean, do you teach novice people who shouldn't need to use a sword...but find themselves needing it anyways?" she asks him with a chuckle. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon lowers his gaze on his food in contemplation for a few seconds, his hands metodically keeping their cutting movements. He picks up a piece of roast beef with his fork, brings it to his lips and eats it before answering "I teach those who want to be taught, of course. And I suppose, it's better to know how to do something and not needing it, rather than not knowing and needing it, hm?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to that, "Well, I'd like to go back to learning. My friend thinks that I shouldn't be doing it, but, they haven't ran into the things that I have." she shrugs to that. "And that's a good way to put it." she admits. "Do you charge? If so that's not a problem. I can pay." she tells him with a touch of a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon listens quietly, then again a smile forms on the corner of his lips, and he shakes his head briefly "as long as you're using the learned skills for a good purpose, I don't charge" he replies "perhaps we could meet, one of these days, so that we may see your current level and then create a training program for you?" he asks, his eyes unmoving from Morrigan's face as his mind probably already examines her potential fighting style based on her build, or at least, tryes to get an idea of that for the future. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'm not going to be tossing on a cape at night and go about swinging wildly if that makes you feel any better." Morrigan points out to Richard. "I really just want to be able to help out when I do run into situations. I don't like fighting, but I can if it's necessary." she tells him. "And what do you do when you aren't training and being a doctor? Do you actually sleep?" she teases him gently. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon nods but his lips turn upward in a smile, and then a chuckle "why, you can't swing a sword without wearing a cape?" he takes the knife between thumb and forefinger, then tosses it in the air and catches it again by the handle after it has rotated twice. Continuing the knife's downward movement, he slices another piece of roast beef, stabbing it with the fork and eating it "first of all, good advice on the roast beef, thanks! And then, I understand you and yes, if you want, I can teach you how to use a blade so that you may protect yourself should you need it. Even if" he pauses, peering carefully at the woman "why swords? It isn't like you'll have one around if some muggers decide to corner you in a back halley" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I mean, I can. But capes get in the way of things don't you think? Or well...I guess Batman does alright." Morrigan admits with a bit of an amused grin. "And it's no problem, the roast beef is generally a good go to here." she smiles to that. Then there's a look to him, "I...sort of started carrying a rather large knife given an incident not too long ago. And I've had to use it since then." she frowns. "Either way, I find myself in more trouble than I like and I'd just like to be able to defend in different ways." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon tilts his head "a large knife and a sword are different though..." he comments, then lifts and drops his right shoulder "oh well, anyways, we'll see about what we can do! And..." he turns the right corner upwards in a semismile "actually there's a fighting style that involves the use of a cape. You hold the blade with your primary hand, the hem of your cape with your offhand, and use the cape as a distraction swirling and twirling it around... Impressive enough if you're agile and wielding a rapier!" 
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9436/A Quiet Night

2019-10-05T18:13:48Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz has been missing Johnny and well, work has been gearing up given they're about to go into the month of October. That means people are going to be wanting to summon demons for fun and talk to ghosts. Which made the BPRD fairly busy. She'd gotten the idea for a normal date night. She'd left Johnny a message to see if he'd meet her at the American Museum of Natural History. She's brought coffee and herself. She's wearing black jeans, black boots and a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. Her badge is in her back pocket. Just in case! 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny never did mind the normalcy of their relationship. Honestly, especially when he was on the road being a deadly demon hunter or even while he was at work, he would send text messages to Liz asking her how she was doing and calling her beautiful and all that cheesy romantic junk. What? He's always been a bit of a romantic. He does drive his motorcycle down there though, eventually dismounting and he stretches just a little bit. Its in this moment that he notices her. He's dressed in his usual leather jacket with some black cargo pants, combat boots, and a black t-shirt. He walks up to her oh-so-casually. "Hey Sunflower, how's it going?" 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz was always quick to return texts and things. Because it was really a good thing to have someone to talk to and well, she had a huge soft spot for the man. She's seated on the steps outside and she hears the motorcycle and looks up to see the blonde, she can't help but smile a little. Because deep down inside Liz had always hoped for someone that she could be close to and well, Johnny was pretty much flame proof. The woman stands and waits for him to get closer as she looks him over, "You look like you could use a break sweets." she grins to that. "And things are quiet at the moment, but much better now that some guy is back in town." she admits as she steps closer, going for a hug. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Not ashamed or shy to embrace her fully, Johnny opens his arms wide to pull her into a tight hug, though she could probably tell he missed herconsidering that...well, he absolutely tells her. "I missed ya, you know? Sorry I've taken so long in seeing you again. One monster after another and then my job, which is giving me headaches..." He sighs just a little bit. "Some guy, huh? Of the good variety or the shitty variety?" For all he knows, her 'some guy' might just be a boss she doesn't want to deal with. "I do? Am I starting to look a little ragged?" Well, his beard was a little thicker... 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz is happy to hug him and she laces her arms around his shoulders and squeezes him, "I missed you too. Was getting ready to see if you needed any help out there." she tells him. "And yes, your job is full of monsters and demons. I understand that completely handsome." she tells him quietly. Then the raven haired woman is letting her fingers play with his beard, "Well...that some guy is you." she winks at him. "Not many other guys I get all excited about coming back to town." she smiles to him. "So anything particularly troublesome?" she asks him as she looks to his eyes. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smiles at Liz as she happily enters his embrace. Honestly? It was really, really nice to have someone that he can love, to cherish and they do the exact same for him. So, when she tells him that she understands comlpetely that his line of work is extremely dangerous and important. Came with the Ghost Rider. So, when she winks at him. "You're gonna make me swoon." He leans forward to try and plant a kiss on her then. Long and gentle, if she allows him. "Nothing troublesome anymore." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz is content to hug the man and just not worry about setting him on fire. She had to worry about others though. She figured he was a package deal and she was to a point with her fire and all. "You aren't going to swoon, big guy." Liz tells him. Then she returns his kiss, there's even a few kids that wander by with their parents and 'EWWWW' the PDA. She gives a little laugh when she pulls back, "Good. Does that mean I might get to snuggle up with you later and then take you to breakfast before you head back out?" she asks with a hopeful smile. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny chuckles just a tad. Hey, the whole 'oh shit, sorry, I accidentally burnt you with the FLAMES OF HELL' doesn't apply to either of them. Hellfire approved, baybay. Johnny nods. "Oh I know I won't swoon. Wouldn't miss being with you for the world." Then they embrace. The children's comments does make him smile against her lips, but it doesn't stop him at all from kissing her that much more lovingly. "Hell. yes." Johnny agrees to Liz's offer of spending the night then getting breakfast. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a smile to him, "I know, but hey, if you do swoon at least we're in public and I'd have help picking you up." she teases him gently. The children get a look and there's a little smile to them, "You'll understand when you're older kid. Believe me." she tells them. Then she's giving Johnny another sweet kiss and she seems content to just stay there. "Mmm. So snuggling for the night and breakfast in the morning." she smiles to that. "Did you want to walk around for a bit or just want to sit and drink coffee and relax?" she asks him. 
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9334/Non-Revolving Doors

2019-09-27T18:36:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Sanctum was recovered from Loki, and whatever nefarious things he was doing with it. But, Morrigan doesn't know why people kept getting turned back around when they tried to enter the building. So it's with a determined look on her face that the redhead tries the entrance at Sanctum tonight and is surprised that she's not automatically dumped back outside. The violet eyed woman stands there for a moment, looking around at the inside to see if anything is amiss, or to see if she can catch anyone around. She's found it pretty quiet the last few times she's been here. Her boots make soft padding sounds as she steps further in. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      Hogarth had been not just working with Wong and Doctor Strange in fixing the Sanctum post bout with Loki, but also was working on helping the leylines on top of which the Sanctum stood, and of course, working on his path to achieve the rank of Master.   Robes of blue and orange are what he wore currently, along with the boots he was rarely without. Their old soles click softly as he walks from one room to the next, eating an apple and reading an old book. "I hate Sanskrit." He comments softly as he is slightly frustrated. It was not until he was crossing the main hall that he realized there was someone there that wasn't usually. "Uh, hi?" He says, not on the attack, or the defensive. He was just new to the halls of the Sanctum Sanctorum. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a look around and then she spots someone dressed somewhat like Strange. This is curious. She gives a smile and a little finger wave, "Hello. I see the door got fixed. I've been getting dumped back out onto the sidewalk for the last month and change." the Irish woman tells him. She's dressed in jeans, black sweater and she's not carrying anything. She looks far more pale than normally would be healthy for people. "Is...it alright if people are in here again?" she asks as she makes sure not to go any farther for the moment. Just in case! 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      Hogarth closes the book and starts walking towards Morrigan. "Oh, yes. Loki is not here anymore. The Doctor..." A brief moment to think real quick. "I'm not sure where he is right now. It's been nuts trying to get this place sorted back."   He tucks the leather bound book under his arm and reaches out his right hand. "I'm Hogarth Hart." He says with a little smile, his front tooth had a small chip in it, and was much younger than the Doctor. "It's safe, unless you touch the more aggressive artifacts." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't take any steps back when he starts approaching, even if she did get mugged recently, she figured anyone in here was safe to be around. "I'm sure I'll run into Strange at another time. I just wanted to come over and check on things." she admits. She takes the offered hand and gives him a firm shake, "It's nice to meet you, Hogarth. I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre, but I doubt my medical degree means much in here." she chuckles. "And no...not planning on messing with any of the artifacts." she adds. "Do you need help with sorting. Though I'd need to know where some things go." she smiles to that. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      "I wouldn't really be the best to ask about that. Wong or the Doctor would be better." He comments, taking another small bite and eats it.   "Doctor MacIntyre, of course your degree means quite a lot. I'm no doctor." The young sorcerer takes the book from his arm and with a quick raise of it, it is sent back to his room. "Is there anything I can help you with?" He asks, genuinely, it seems like there was a lot of people coming in and checking up on the place. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to the man, "I'll see about getting with Doctor Strange then, or Wong if I can't find the other." the redhead nods to that. "Oh I was just needing to get back to practicing. I live across the way and it's been weird not being able to get in. I tried a few times to see if I could find someone, but had little luck." she frowns. The book disappearing makes her eyes go wide for a moment, then she shakes her head, "Unless you like teaching Novices? I'm not sure." she chuckles. "Are you one of Strange's students?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      Hogarth runs a hand through his chestnut hair. "Oh yeah, they told me the door was jinxed to be a portal back out to the street." He chuckles a moment before commenting further. "I've taught some novices before, in a pinch. I'm studying for the Master rank in our Order. What were you working on?"   The comment on a student makes Hogarth smile a little. "Doctor Strange is like...a headmaster. He doesn't really teach, he directs the rest of the teachers. And even then the teachers barely teach you, more like keep you on the right path while you discover what you're learning. It's...weird. But it works, like a whole independent study degree." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, it was. And it was very annoying to one who doesn't like being tossed out." Morrigan muses as she keeps the smile on her face. She wanted to beat whoever did it with a broom though. "Master Rank sounds exciting." she admits to that. Then she listens to the man and there's a curiousness that makes an eyebrow quirk, "Interesting." she murmurs. "I'm not working on anything in particular. I started practicing and then got interrupted with the magic going wonky here. So may as well start anew." she states. "Do you have suggestions? Since you've been in my shoes before?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      Hogarth takes one last bite of the apple before he is left with the core, seemingly tossing it back behind himself, but it disappears, reappearing over the compostable garbage. "Well, from the start, you have to at least channel your energy." Now that his hands are free, he holds them out and focuses, palms forward before he brings them in, facing each other like he is catching a pass in football. There's a glow of blue energy in his hands, that show themselves as strings of blue light woven between his hands. "If you can focus the energy like this you have a weapon, and a means to guard yourself." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look behind him and when she doesn't see the apple hit the floor she makes a mental note to learn that trick. She does give him a smile when he's willing to at least speak to her on things. And she watches intently with what he does with his hands. The strings of blue power make her look from one hand to the other, "Focusing the energy. I'll have to work on that." she murmurs to him. "Gods know I get into enough trouble that a guard would be great." she tells him as she brings her hands up to mimic his own. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      A quick dispelling if the power strings and he's ready to show her again.   Hogarth stands in front of Morrigan and cups his hands in front of his diaphragm. "Try to clear your mind, and see the space between your hands. Feel the warmth, and try to spark that energy. From your arms to your hands, to the void between." In his hands a light blue glow starts to show, faintly but it's there. "Yours may not look like mine, I've seen many different colors." It was true, Strange's energy was an ember like orange, Hogarth's is a sky blue. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' There is the sound of footsteps from up above, honestly they are kind of muffled like the slap of fuzzy slippers on hard wood floors. Approaching. Thuph Thuph Thuph. The young woman that comes into view at the top of the stairs is wearing black pajama pants and a matching top and indeed fuzzy black goat demon slippers. She has a ancient tome that looks absolutely priceless tucked under one arm. Lori stares down the stairs at the occupants of the foyer. "Oh hey.. if it isn't Mr. Unbeliever and a friend." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's focus is on the motions of Hogarth. Her hands coming up, held apart from each other and there's a moment taken to close her eyes and just listen and try to clear her thoughts, breathing deeply and then letting it out. There's a moment that energy does spark, a purplish color, but it fizzles out, lost as a new voice enters the surroundings and the womans eyes open, glowing faintly as she drops her hands. She gives a look up to Alice and a bit of a wave, "Evening." she greets her. The eyes go back to normal just as quick as they lit up. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      "That's it." Hogarth comments before he hears someone coming from upstairs.   Hogarth's energy flashed a little before dispelling again, turning an about face before looking up to Lori. "Oh, it's the 'apprentice'. How are you?" He obviously didn't believe her when she called herself Strange's apprentice. "Unbeliever implies that at one point I did believe. You can't have unsweet tea unless it starts off sweet and you take the sweet out of it." Slight shade being thrown there, but other than that he is cordial. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' There is a snort. "Fine, god you are obnoxious.... you never believed so you are just a jerk. I tried to tell you all that Strange was being a wierdo and maybe wasn't him but no one I tried to talk to would believe me... and hell you wouldn't even believe I lived here and was his apprentice." She squints down at Hogarth then points the priceless tome at him "Well I do and I am, ask him next time you run into him." then tucks it back under her arm. "Not my fault no one believed me about Loki." well it actually is her fault, she has a reputation that makes people avoid the hell out of her. "Oh hey new lady, Black Alice, nice to meet you maybe." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan notices the shade being thrown and there's a look from Hogarth to Alice as she listens to their back and forth. She doesn't interrupt for the moment. Her bright gaze just keeping track. She dips her head a little to young woman when she talks to her, "Nice to meet you, Black Alice. I'm Morrigan. I was stopping in since the door wasn't dumping me back out on the curb anymore." she muses. "So this was Loki's fault?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      "I knew before you decided to poof yourself outside of the Magic Box that the Doctor Strange inside the Sanctum was Loki. If you were in the Order you would have known too." Hogarth comments, arms crossed in front of him.   "Any magically inclined person standing outside of that door could feel the chaos magic seeping from it." Hogarth stands wearing orange and blue robes with his artifact boots of brown leather. "Why would Strange take an apprentice when he doesn't even teach in the Order? He has bigger things to do."   He cheats out to allow clear conversation between the three of them. "Yes, it was Loki. For some reason, he bamboozled the Vishanti into giving him the title of Sorcerer Supreme, then he SUCKED all the magic out of the leylines to revive a dead planet. Everything here is now weaker for it. Now Doc and I and the Order have been working to repair the damage, if it can even be done." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' Lori moves down one step and then settles to sit on the top step, settling book down by her as she watches the two of them below. "Well Loki is a trickster god and prone to swindling just about anyone really. It isn't that surprising he was able to swindle someone." She rolls her eyes there. "What also isn't surprising is your 'Order' is a bunch of elitists who think they are the only ones with the answers." she gestures down at Hogarth. "Also who is to say he is teaching me in your 'Order' vs, my just being the Sorcerer Supreme's apprentice... does that just chaff .. is that why you are so irked by my being around here and your being wrong?" "Eh but then who would you be to question the Sorcerer Supreme.... me I just live here." there is this twist of magic all around them and Black Alice is sitting there on the top step of the Sanctum wearing an almost goth twist of Hogarth's robes. She twists her hands and blue light bends between them drawing a pattern and then there is a cup of tea in her hands. That looked a whole hell of a lot like Hogarth's blue energy. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the two of them, "Well, I have shift at the hospital to get to. Thank you, Hogarth, for the talk and a bit of a lesson." she tells the man. Then there's a look up to Black Alice and the switch of clothes, "I really need to learn that trick." she murmurs to herself. "I'm in 33A across the street if needed. I doubt that I will be, but just in case!" she chuckles as she heads for the door out. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      Hogarth sneers just a bit at the comment, then a distinct magical energy is shown, and a teacup?! She's drinking his magic?!   A boot is raised as if he's trying to step up to a stair that isn't there, and he falls right through, tripping and falling As he clambers back to his feet, he looks certainly unamused by the antics of Black Alice. He reaches for a nearby stick and holds it out in front of him. He twists at it and the wooden staff does...nothing. "All you've proven is that you are a magical leech, congratulations." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' Lori rolls her eyes. "I proved you shouldn't make assumptions that you are better than everyone else you snob. All your training. Gone. Just a normal muggle. I haven't hurt you or done anything to you with it though, just clapped back a bit." The teacup is vanished with a bit of blue energy. "I get I have a reputation but ... I was honest in my seeking help to deal with the problem and had it thrown in my face. Wouldn't that piss you off a bit?" 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      The staff is put back, leaning against a wall before Hogarth crosses his arms again. "And if you worked for ten years for the chance to work with the Sorcerer Supreme in the only semblance of a way he has an apprentice, to find someone using dark magic so loosey-goosey and calling themselves his apprentice, wouldn't that just piss you off a bit?"   "I never heard of you before. And I never didn't believe you about Loki, it was the part about sling rings and apprentices that did it." Yes, the order doesn't use sling rings, that was a trinket they sold in a gift shop to tourists. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' Also isn't wearing a sling ring for the record. "Whatever... ask him. He is the one who said I was his apprentice." She straightens picking up the book. "He is afraid I think I will destablizze the fabric of magic itself or something with my loosy goosy behavior.. also it isn't dark magic. Well I mean what I do isn't.. I do sometimes borrow dark magic." There is an unbothered shrug. "Green isn't your color anyways.. blue is.. so stop being a jealous jerk Hoggie." she waves a hand and is back to her pajamas as she releases the magic and starts to walk towards her room. 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      There's a moment where Black Alice is turned around that Hogarth thinks about it, and he is pissed, at himself. "Hey, look. I'm sorry." He says, loud enough that he can be heard.   "It doesn't matter who's what. I'm here, you're here. And you're not like Loki...so truce?" Hes seeing it as there are worse things going on, and he's still learning here anyway. There's no reason for further hostilities. 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' She knew it was a risk turning her back on him like that, but she did it from a place of relative high moral ground and it turns out that she did have the high ground and made the right bet there. His words though actually have her pause and turn back around stepping fully into view once more. "Truce. If I was a trickster god things would so different in my life... but no I am just who I am." 

:'''{{#var:8795|Hogarth Hart (8795)}} has posed:'''      He felt better at least, not leaving it at such a terrible note. "You know what I mean, you're on the side of the good guys. I hope." He takes the staff from the wall, twisting it again, and it separates into sections like it does, then merging back together. "Blue is a much better color for me." 

:'''{{#var:7913|Black Alice (7913)}} has posed:''' She carefully twists her hands and sparks golden light between her fingers, twisting them into a shield disc, the proper way with her own spark then dispels it. "I guess. Most of the teams I've worked with have been out for justice or at least were selfish neutral not evil." a shrug. "I took Strange up on his offer, I don't know why he made it, but we can make the best of it all." 
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9269/The Dhampire and the Man in Black

2019-09-21T02:42:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' Certain areas of Harlem at night were not exactly the best places to be walking through. But, certain business in the area has drawn you here this night. As you walk down the dark streets of Harlem you see a intimidating looking piece of graffitti on the wall. It is a image of a minotaur driving what appeared to be a hot rod from the 50s. If you at all familar with gangs, you would recognize this image as the logo of the Free Riders, one of NYC's many street gangs.           You hear blaring Rockabilly music blaring nearby from what sounds like a boombox. You then notice what appears to be a suped-up hoyrod iidiling in a aleyway and a group of five men hanging around it. All of these men were wearing black leather jackets. Suddenly, one of them turns towards you and lets out a cackle. The rest of the men then notice you and also laugh as they start to approach you. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan being the good Doctor that she was made in the middle of the night house calls. Which probably wasn't the greatest of things, but, some people just didn't want to come into the hospital. So she had straightened her bag and headed down the stairs of the brownstone with a smile and a wave given to the woman who had seen her to the door. She's no stranger to Harlem, or those that dwell there. She also doesn't seem to be someone that presents herself as a victim. She'd still had ringing in her ears from the last time she was in Harlem and the Punisher shot someone to death next to her, but she was grateful to the man. When she hears the music and sees the men there's a straightening of her spine and she continues forward, her hand gripping the trench knife she's taken to carrying on her as she does. She was expecting the night to go sideways for some odd reason. And she was right to. 

:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' As you approach the men and their car, the smell of exhaust, motor oil, and stale cigaretts fills the air around them. The leader of the group, a tall, taned-skin man with black, slicked back hair approaches you and says with a malicious grin," Well, looks like someone go a bit lost. Fer some dough, i can help ya find the way out." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's bright violet gaze flicks over the others and then up to the leader. Apparently that was decided by how much hair product they could afford. "Nobody is lost." the Irish woman states. "Just on my way home after attending to someone. If you'll excuse me." she states as she keeps walking. She wasn't stupid enough to stop. Because she was sure that Victor wasn't lying in a nearby alley drunk. But if he was... The hand in her jacket pocket grips the knife tighter, her knuckles turning white as she does it. 

:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' The man's grin turns into a vocious looking scowl as he suddenly rushes up to you and grabs you by the wrist. He then says," Did it sound like I was making a request?! Give me yer wallet or else you will live to regret it!" Meanwhile, a shadowy figure was watching from a roof top and was pulling out a dagger from his belt. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Don't..." Morrigan's eyes glow as she pulls the knife out and stabs at the outstretched arm that's gripping her, "Touch me." she growls out as she twists the knife and then rips it out of the wound. She faces the group of them, the blood from the knife dripping onto the concrete. "Anyone else want a hole in their arm tonight?" she asks in a clipped tone. She didn't know there was anyone else watching, but she wasn't sure taking her eyes off them was a good idea either. 

:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' The man screams in pain and falls to the ground, arm spirting out blood as he clutches it. The rest of the group immedialtey rush forword, one of them picks up a monkey wrench and swings it at your head while yelling maliciously. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Well fuck." Morrigan states ever so eloquently as the group rushes forward. She takes two swings with the knife before the wrench connects with her head and she can feel the skin split open and the blood start to flow. Too much blood already. She gives a cry at the pain and staggers back, trying not to lose her footing though her sight is threatening to give. She manages to slice one across the thigh as they come closer, "I'm taking you one of you with me if I go." she growls out as she keeps the bloody knife between her and the encroaching group. 

:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' One of the men gets sliced on the thigh and falls down on the ground. The rest of the men are about to approach when suddenly a dagger buries itself in one of their shoulders. As the thug grips the dagger and falls to the group in pain, a crack is heard and a a man in black swings in from a whip that appears to be connected to a lighpost and kicks two more thugs. As the thugs sprawl on the ground, the man pulls out at a rapier and lands between you and the thugs while saying," Leave this woman alone!" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's coat is going to be ruined, but, she could replace it. She couldn't replace an eye or her life. She was about to launch herself off the wall and start stabbing erratically...but the sudden appearance of a swinging man in black has her blinking those eyes of hers for a moment. She stares at his back when he settles in to block them from each other. "Don't see that everyday." she murmurs as she feels the stream of blood down her cheek and she wipes it away with her palm. 

:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' One of the thugs between Zorro and you charges at him, only to be greeted by a rapier to the shoulder. As the man clutches his shoulder and cries out in pain, the rest of the thugs flee, including the ones kicked over, who scramble to their feet to follw their friends. Zorro then turns to you and eyes you with concern as he says," Are you alright Senorita?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan manages to get up while she's not being accosted and there's a moment taken to assess her own wounds. She probably had a concussion, but she was getting one once a month at this point. It was...annoying to say the least. She looks up and around when the gangers scramble and there's an amused look to her pale face as she focuses her gaze on Zorro, "Aye, I'm fine, thank you for the assist though. Wasn't expecting..." she motions with her hand, "All that." she chuckles. "You're pretty handy with that rapier." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' Zorro grins at the woman and says to her," Thank you senorita. I do my best to make my skill with the rapier as good as possible? Now, why did the Free Riders attack you? They are normally just street racers, not gangs of hoodlums like that.?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the man and there's a nod, "Well, if you ever give lessons. Let me know." she chuckles to that. Then she looks to him. Looks around them and then her eyes settle back on him. She's quiet for the moment and then there's a shrug of her shoulders. "No idea really. Not the first time I've gotten caught in the middle of something in Harlem. I was making a house call for a patient and started walking to go catch the train and they started in. Probably because women seem to be the easier prey in the middle of the night." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:8954|Zorro (8954)}} has posed:''' Zorro nods in hums in conteplation as he hears your explination, as if making notes for later. Suddenly police sirens are heard in the distance. Zorro then tips his hat at you and flees into the shadows, cape billowing in the breeze as he does. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to the man, "Well..thanks." she states as he tips his hat and then flees. "Why do I come out at night again?" she asks herself as she slides down the wall to plant her ass on the ground. She was going to wait for the cops. She wasn't going to go wandering off again. She does shoot off a text to her friend, going to be late for her tests. Because she was mugged. Again. 
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9258/Early Mornings

2019-09-20T19:12:36Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz wasn't that much of a sound sleeper, but the night together had left her sleeping peacefully. Even with the worry that she wasn't sleeping in her room at the BPRD she slept. Which was a bit of a blessing. But when the sun started to peek through the windows she'd slowly started to wonder whether she'd dreamed things. The raven haired woman turns over, her legs peeking out from under the sheets. She opens her eyes a little to see if Johnny is beside her and she's surprised that he is. Hey, it wasn't a dream for once! 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' No, not a dream. Johnny had slept peacefully, perhaps his mating with the woman at his side the other night was quite literally a certain kind of magical. But when she turns over to look at him, Johnny mms as he opens his eyes to look upon her in return. "Hey gorgeous." Johnny teases her a little bit, leaning over to give her a pleasant good-morning kiss. "How'd you sleep?" 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a bit of a smile as he greets her and then there's a touch of worry, "I didn't wake you did I, handsome?" she asks him. The kiss is returned with a bit of a grin and she moves a bit closer to drape her arm over his side. "I haven't slept that soundly in years. So pretty well." she admits to that. "Do you have anything that you need to get done today?" she asks him. Making sure not to derail his day. "I migt need to stop into the office later, but that won't take long." she grins. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smiles at Liz as he runs a hand through her hair. The kiss is enjoyed before he takes a breath. "I'm glad, Liz. I really am. I got some pretty great sleep too. Likely because I had a good bedfellow." He smiles at her, curling up with her a little. "Probably, But right now I wouldn't mind just staying in bed with you right now. Well, if you need to stop into the office, I'll drive ya over.? He smiles at her as he sits up. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a smile to him and there's a small sound of content as he runs his fingers through her hair, "Seems that people will sleep better when they have someone else in bed with them." she smiles to that. "I try not to steal covers and all that other stuff." she tells him with a grin. When he sits up she tugs him back down, "The office can wait. We can lay here as long as you like really." she tells him with an amused smile. "So, do you usually offer women who can set stuff on fire to move in with you the first week they've known you?" she asks him in a soft teasing tone. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' He tries and she stopped him. Johnny is pulled back down by Liz and He laughs a little bit, his hand stretching out to cover Liz affectionately and pull her close. "You did not steal any covers, but you definitely snored." The smile on Johnny's face gives her all she needs to know that he's joking. "Do I do that often? Well...there was that time two weeks ago..." He chuckles. "No. But you are certainly a special case. Dunno why but..." he kisses her again. "You just connected in all the right ways." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a soft smile as she looks to him, her fingers twine with Johnny's and she's happily brought closer to him. She lets her body relax next to his. "Oh man, I should have warned you about the snoring." she teases him softly. She wasn't a snorer so that was good. Then there's a squint of her eyes to him and she tickles his sides, "Mhm. I knew it." she states as she leans in to kiss him on the cheek. Though she does sober as he tells her she was a special case, "The right ways like...not afraid of the flaming skeleton part or the fact that I'm kind of dealing with my own flame problems?" she asks him with a bit of a smile. "I'm not complaining. Just...I don't get this lucky." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Nuzzling her nose with his own, Johnny laughs a little bit. "Heh, yeah. Shook the room you know..." Johnny Indeed holds himself to Liz and he rubs her palm with his thumb in their held hands. He smirks when she kisses his cheek, nuzzling her head with his. "mmm...keep kissing me and we'll never leave this bed." Or it might become a repeat of last night! "You got lucky with me..and I got lucky with you. I wouldn't care if you were a frost demon or something. You're you, and thats all I care about." He puts a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a soft swat to his side, "I don't shake the room unless I'm on fire." she teases him softly. It was new, being close to someone. So she wasn't ready to part with him, but she knew eventually she'd have to. Whether it was for work or something else. "We've got all the time in the world for ending up back in bed." she winks at him. Then she softens a bit as he speaks, "If I was a demon we'd probably have a lot more tension between us." she muses. "But, I am happy with things and I'm glad I'm not a demon." she adds. When he pushes the lock of her hair behind her ear there's a bit of a girlish look to her face, she didn't have that done a lot. "Has SHIELD every tried to recruit you?" she asks him. "I know that's an out of the blue question, but, it's something I wasn't sure on." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny laughs at the swat to his side, his lips seeking out hers for a more lingering kiss. Okay, maybe a few kisses. "Yeah, I guess we do. So come on before I want to keep you here." He smirks before he tries again to get out of bed. "Me too. I'd hate to start fallin' for a demon I'd have to take down someday." He says somewhat grimly It was a good question. "Eh, they technically did when they put together the Howling Commandos. I worked with that team for a long while before it got disbanded, went back to being solo." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives him another kiss, apparently she didn't mind repeating this process. Then she grins as he tells her to come on, she lets him go this time and she rolls to the other side of the bed before sliding out of it. That was the biggest hurdle of the day. Not wanting to leave him. "Yeah...that would suck." she murmurs to him. She finds her discarded clothes and starts to dress as she listens to him. "Being solo isn't so bad really." she nods to this as she pulls her jeans on. "Do you miss working with a team and things?" she asks him curiously. She was at least wanting to know more. Not just bang the guy. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' It was hard for Johnny to leave -her-. It warms his heart to know that it was mutual. He looks at Liz then as she redressed, something that he also did. Johnny shrugs a little bit at the question of being part of a team. "Ah maybe. I think it'd be pretty cool to be part of something again. Some people tend to be pretty off-put by me though. You know, Spirit if Vengeance and all that." Johnny shrugs. "Sounds like you have a team to work with yourself." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz looks like she's a whole new person after a good nights sleep, she finds one boot and then the other a few feet away. Did she kick these things off or fall out of them? She had the weirdest thoughts. "Well, if you ever want to work on something together, just let me know. I don't really run from things. I tend to make myself just look bigger and shoot." she chuckles. Then there's a nod, "Yeah, the BPRD is basically my family. I work with Red and another of our agents a lot. It's been a little too quiet though. So just waiting for the shoe to drop so to speak." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny looks around for his shirt and he eventually finds it. What was it doing in the doorway? Oh right, now he remembers. Johnny looks at Liz with a smirk as she. mentions the BPRD again and Johnny perhaps sighs a bit. "Maybe. If they want to interview me or something then they will. Otherwise I guess I'm your plus one." Johnny teases her. He finds his boots too and takes a seat to put them on. Johnny would probably be really good for such an organization. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz might have pinched herself while Johnny was off looking for his shirt, but there's a smile when he looks to her, nothing to see here! "I'm sure they'll catch wind of you being in the area or something." she tells him. "For now, I'm not volunteering the information." she shrugs to that. "But yes, you'd be my plus one if you like." she agrees with that. "You don't have any of those feelings like you're going to have to leave town or anything like that do you? I don't really know how that whole thing works." she admits as she finds her jacket. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny didn't notice Liz pinch herself, but it was probably really funny if he saw it. When she tells him that they'll walk up to him when or if they feel like it and until then, he's her plus one in agreement, Johnny smirks at her. "Sounds like a plan to me." Though when she asks him about the whole leaving town thing, Johnny shakes his head. "If I have to leave town, its usually for something big and I'm back immediately when its done. Worst case scenario, I'll just take you with me." The tease. Putting on his jacket and zipping it up until about the start of his chest for style, Johnny walks over to Liz. "You ready?" 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz watches him as she slides her jacket on and leaves it unzipped for the moment. She wasn't worried about her hair given it was about to get messed up again on the motorcycle. Though there's a nod of agreement, "Sounds good." she smiles. "Oh this is serious. You'd take me with you on a mission?" she asks him as she moves closer to him. Then she gives a nod, "Ready when you are, Johnny." she tells him. "Hopefully they won't want to ground me to my room while I'm checking in." she chuckles. 
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9222/Fire Meets Fire, Again

2019-09-16T21:57:24Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/09/16
|Location=O'Riley's Bar
|Synopsis=Johnny and Liz meet up for a talk and then they get into a bar fight. Just a regular day really.
|Cast of Characters=1412,1857
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' It had been a few days post roasting a demon and Johnny had kept his promise about texting. Or well, keeping in touch at least. Liz had been working in the area today and towards a certain point of the day you had to take a break. She'd texted the man to see if he wanted to grab a beer and something to eat. She's seated at the bar this time, just down around the corner to where she can see the door and make sure everything is alright. Paranoia will make you do silly things. She's less tired looking today in a pair of dark washed jeans that look like they fit her perfectly, a black t-shirt with a faded logo on it and her jacket settled on the back of the stool. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny was currently on the open road, though he was refueling the tank of his motorcycle when he got the text from Liz. Responding positively to her, Johnny mounted back up and drove in the opposite direction that he was originally headed. Why? Because Liz was quite literally hot (as in, she might blow up at any moment) and its probably a good idea to have someone fireproof to keep her from burning the place to the ground. Also, Johnny thoroughly enjoyed her company. So, After a few moments, Johnny walks through the doors of the bar, walking towards where Liz sat. He puts a hand on her shoulder and he smirks. "Hey Liz, how's it going?" 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz was watching the door and there's a bit of a smile when Johnny comes through the door, she realizes that she probably looks odd smiling and tries to tone it down. The bartender gives a look from her to the door and there's a chuckle. Women. When he makes his way over there's a look to the hand he places on her shoulder and then to him, "Heya Johnny. I wasn't interrupting anything important, was I?" she asks him. Then she pats the seat next to her, "Figure if I set anything on fire you'll be fine." she jokes quietly. It was odd having someone she didn't have to worry about killing in a horrible way this close, but he didn't know that. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny notices her smile and smiles back at her. Maybe telling her that he's comfortable with whatever she has going on in that pyromaniac head of hers? Either way, he takes a seat beside her, almost shoulder to shoulder, and he turns to look ath er directly. "Course not. I was just riding my motorcycle. If you caught me at work, well...I'd have to raincheck you in a very complimentary way." "Yeah, chances are I'll be fine. You've met me in my off hours, so...you know." he winks at her. "So, what will you be having?" He looks at the bartender. "Whiskey for me, please." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to him and there's a little nod of her head, "Can't meet right now, vanquishing demons." she teases him softly when the bartender isn't in ear shot. She didn't want to get the whole weirdo look package today. "Thank you for coming over though. It's hard to find people that...well..." she plays with the cigarette she's been holding, "It's hard to make friends or anything else for that matter. So it's appreciated." she tells him. Then she gives a bit of a grin, "Yeah, you should do fine." she nods. "I don't mind the off hours look." she states as she looks from him to the bartender. Once he's ordered his whiskey she gives a nod for the same, "Seems like a good thing to order. You hungry?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smirks at her just a little bit as he pulls out his own cigarette pack, lighting it with an actual lighter (so as to not get the weirdo look from patrons at the bar today) and he exhales some smoke, looking at Liz. "Anytime Liz. You know I actually enjoy your company, right?" He gives her shoulder a gentle nudge, playful in its delivery. "You'd be one of the very few, well...the only, really, who thinks that." He smiles warmly at her, and she might find his hand maybe inching towards hers. "I don't much mind your off-hours look either. As for food...well, I'm starving." Then a big burly guy, looking like all he eats is cheeseburgers and beer, walks up past the two as he leaves the bar and he looks at Liz. "Heh, I'd tap that." In that classic rude fashion that just identifies him as a scumbag. Johnny, being the chivalrous fellow that he is, looks at him. "WHat'd you say?" 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to Johnny as he pulls out his cigarette pack and there's a look around, "Huh, didn't know we could smoke in here." she admits to that. She settles her own pack out, but doesn't light the one she has out yet. Then there's a look back to him, "You just met me, I'm sure there's going to be something I do to piss you off or make you go...she's bat shit crazy." she points out a bit teasingly. Then she sobers a touch as she watches him, "People have a problem with you turning into a flaming skeleton? How dare they." she tells him. "I mean...you at least can control it. I tend to take out whole city blocks if I get upset." she sighs. There's a twitch of her fingers when his hand moves closer and she lets her own fingers wander. "Well, order some food. I'm buying as it is." she tells him. Then some asshat has to ruin the moment, "Buddy, I highly doubt you could handle the heat." she states dryly. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Liz will feel Johnny's pinkie and ring finger perhaps entangle with hers, clearly inclined to actually hold her hand as they seem to connect in a way that wasn't attempted before hand. In a way, it made sense. Both of them were demons in human clothing, but that didn't seem to bother Johnny none. "Liz, if you've seen the things I've seen...those words will probably never come out of my mouth." Johnny apparently with the smooth talking. As for her radius of effect, Johnny smirks softly. "I can do that too, but only if I decide to take the back seat. Besides, you couldn't hurt me..and I really hope I couldn't hurt you." Johnny says softly to her. But she's buying! "Fine, but we share." he tries to cut a deal. Now, back to this asshat who's ruining the romantic moment. He turns and he looks at Liz. "Oh, I'm sure you just couldn't handle my chunky love." Johnny winces, looking at Liz as he mouths 'chunky love?' in a what in the actual fuck kind of way. But he smiles. "I'll be right back...kiss for good luck?" He jokes with her, before he gets up to look at this guy. "I think you should apologize to the lady." The man seems to get right up in Johnny's face. He's in for a rude awakening. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz looks to the twined fingers for a moment and she forgets that they're being verbly accosted by some burly guy for the moment. When was the last time she touched someone else? A long time. She shakes herself and looks to Johnny as he speaks smoothly and she smiles to him. A genuine one. "I think we'll have to test the 'can you hurt me' theory at another time. Maybe I don't get burned by hellfire." she murmurs to him. "Sharing is caring, so I'm good with that where my food is concerned." she grins to him. Then the guy is talking about chunky love and she wrinkles her nose, "I think I threw up in my mouth a little." she admits. "It's not about the chunk. It's about the approach. I know a guy bigger than you that has no problem talking to ladies." she points out. And he was redder. Liz was about to lean over and kiss Johnny's cheek, but, he's already up and moving, "Johnny..." she starts as she slides off the seat. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smiles at Liz when he caught her out of the corner of his eye trying to lean in and give him a smooch on the cheek. So when she stands up to be near him, he reaches behind him,taking her hand properly. "Yeah, at least Red wasn't a creep about it though. This guy looks like he spends his days in his momma's basement asking himself where the sausage pizza is." And yes, this makes the big guy howl in anger and try to punch Johnny right across the face. His hand literally crumples against Johnny's handsome mug. "AWWW! What the fuck!?" The fat man literally sings in pain as he falls to his knees, holding his deformed hand. "Ouch. That has to hurt pal." Now that he seems to have defended Liz's honor, he doesn't notice the other fellas who seem to be part of the same group starting to get out of their seats, his attention fully on Liz as he leans in to kiss her cheek. "Now, what were you saying?" 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz twines her fingers with Johnny's when he reaches back to take her hand, forgetting for the moment that she could blow this place up if she was upset. Or she could make a concentrated effort to not burn the place to ash. When the big guy goes to hit Johnny she winces, then she hears the guy shouting in pain she looks between them. "Huh." she chuckles. When he kisses her cheek there's a bit of a blush to that and there's a look to his eyes, but she catches the incoming of the guys friends, she leans in to give Johnny a quick peck on the lips before nodding her head towards the back of the bar, "We're going to have a few more dance partners." she states as she squeezes his hand. "Hey guys, why don't you take your friend and go. No one else needs to get hurt." she states. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smiles as she seems to accept the kiss to her cheek. But imagine his surprise when she just goes full throttle, leaning in fully to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Johnny widens his eyes for a minute, before he seems to just melt as he looks at her, his hand still well in hers, seems they are now quite firmly a pair. He squeezes her hand back in return. The gentleman seem to be completely unfazed by them. "Shut it, freak! Lets get 'em boys!" Johnny smirks at Liz. "You seem to have quite the way with words." Johnny says to her with a grin before he lunges forward and kicks a man straight through the front door, while another hits him over the head with a bottle, though it admittedly doesn't seem to do much. Bar brawl! 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' If Liz was going to get her ass handed to her in a barfight, she was totally kissing the guy first. She gives a bit of a smile to him when he seems to melt after that. Hey, could have been worse. She doesn't say anything for the moment. Though she was hoping her words wouldn't fall on deaf ears. But boy, deaf is going around today. "Aw fuck." she mutters as she looks to Johnny and there's a laugh, "Yeah. I seem to know how to piss people off /MORE/." she muses. Then she's going for the one that isn't currently trying to bash the bikers head in. She is much smaller than the biker, but she kicks him in the shin, causing him to crumple forward and she punches him in the face. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' "I mean, I love your voice, I really do." Johnny proceeds to literally grab a man by the throat and toss him right on the bar with back-breaking force. "But these guys just don't like a pretty face, clearly." Johnny continues to flirt with her, and whats even funnier? He hasn't let go of her hand. This is like...the weirdest love story ever. She kicks a dude in the shin and he clearly goes down at her continued attention. "So, what should we do after this?" The question is asked in a straightforward manner. But then again, they seemed to have no problem pairing up. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz shakes the hand that she'd just used to punch the guy into the floor with, "Your head is thick, I can see why you don't listen well." she mutters to him. Then she's hearing Johnny and there's a shake of her head, "You're going to make me blush until flames show up." she tells him with a chuckle as he keeps on flirting. She didn't mind. And she doesn't try to take her hand back. The dude tries to get back up and she plants her booted foot on his chest, "Stay down. You won't like me upset." she tells him as she looks down to him. Then she looks over her shoulder to Johnny, "I don't know, could go for a ride, walk in the park, whatever you feel like." she smiles to that. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny looks at Liz as she takes out the second to last guy. The other guy decides its much better to run and sure enough? The guys stay the hell down and Johnny takes a breath, looking at Liz. "Looks like they couldn't handle your heat after all." He smirks. "Want to know who can?" He awits for her to answer before he'll try tugging her close to give her a -proper- kiss. Lips parted and everything. Here's hoping she doesn't burn the entire place down from the shock. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a sigh of relief when the man stays down and there's a look back to Johnny as she relaxes. "Oh?" she asks as she watches him with a little quirk of an ebon brow. Then he's tugging her close and there's no resistance from the woman. The kiss is definitely a shock, but she fights down the initial shock and kisses him back, her hands slipping to his shoulders as she parts her own lips for him. The temperature most assuredly goes up a bit, but there's no explosions. Not yet. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny mmms against her lips, especially when she starts kissing him right back. His arms wrap around her waist to hold her even closer to him. Of course, he doesn't care that they are surrounded by unconscious people and some patrons actually groaning from the PDA on the display right here. "Thanks for not blowing me up." He says when they decide to breathe, his nose and forehad touching hers, but sinceh e doesn't want to suffocate her, he gives her lips a bit of a break. "I think...anything with you would be exciting." They have a lot of energy. Do they want to burn it off? 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz sort of realizes that there are groans from the injured and then the groans from the PDA. She really doesn't care if there's the shout of get a room. Because she's not been kissed in a really long time and they can jump off a cliff. She lets her hands slide down to rest on his chest, "You're welcome. Can't always tell when I'm going to blow up on people, hopefully it doesn't happen in the future with you." she tells him. "Lets get out of here and we can go from there. I'd invite you to my place...but it's just a fireproof room." she chuckles. "Come on." she smiles to him as she pats his chest. She lets one of her hands find some money in her wallet and she slides a fifty to the bartender. At least they didn't break any furniture or anything. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny wraps his hands on her waist as they saunter off. "I think my place will work just fine. Its....mostly fireproof. Mainly the bedding." He chuckles and starts leading her to his motorcycle. The bartender peeks out of his hiding spot after the lovebirds leave, apparently quite happy that they decided to take their leave. "Besides, we arn't in any hurry." Of course, she knows how to ride the motorcycle with him now, and she knows exactly where he thinks her hands should be. 
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9195/Ghost and the Darkness

2019-09-15T18:43:01Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/09/14 |Location=New Lots, Brooklyn |Synopsis=Liz and Ghost Rider are looking into the same spot of weirdness and they end up evicting an unwan..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/09/14
|Location=New Lots, Brooklyn
|Synopsis=Liz and Ghost Rider are looking into the same spot of weirdness and they end up evicting an unwanted house guest.
|Cast of Characters=1412,1857
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' When the weird starts acting up, the B.P.R.D. are the ones that usually get called. Liz drew the short straw on this particular assignment given Big Red and Abe were otherwise in disposed. The raven haired woman had been staking out a block of empty houses that looked like they'd burned at some point. Hilariously appropriate given the woman herself. She is sitting back on the porch across the street in the darkness, the only thing that might give her away is the cherry on the end of the cigarette she's smoking sparking to life every so often. The B.P.R.D. aren't the only ones that know things and get alerts. Other freelance people might seek out this place place because it feels off. There'd been whispers of ghosts, black magic and demons. A homeless man had been found murdered here recently in a gruesome way, but given the area no one had looked into it besides picking up the body and giving a small warning to the rest of the area. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny Blaze is attracted to supernatural occurances like a bloody weird magnet. He drives his motorcycle down the street, honing in on the source of such an 'alert'. Though he doesn't have any kind of technological aid, its quite literally Zarathos, the Spirit of Vengeance inside of him, that points the way. Perhaps Liz would see the supernatural biker pull up along the side of the street where the murder had taken place, his eyes shifting over to the chalk-outline of the body. He pulls out a cigarette and lifts a finger, hellfire erupting forth that lights the tobacco stick before it is placed in Johnny's mouth. He looks to be in some measure of thought. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz does see the man pull up on a motorcycle and there's a quirk of an eyebrow when he does the trick with his finger to light his cigarette, "Huh. I've been doing it all wrong these years." she whispers to herself. She's dressed in dark ripped jeans, black t-shirt that's seen better days and a black jacket that has the B.P.R.D. since she's working. She tries not to bring attention to herself for the moment given she's not really sure if the man with the bike is going to break out more fire. Johnny could feel the pull of something in one of the abandoned houses. It's definitely the feeling one would get when something evil is sticking around. Maybe it's cooped up in the houses and feeding off the area? Either way, Zarathos can lead him to the house that is holding the strongest signs of something that should not be. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny is wearing simple clothes. Black leather jacket, black shirt underneath, some full black driving gloves, some dark blue jeans, and combat boots. He looks like a biker through and through. The bike in question is a Yamaha V-MAX 2017. Heavily modified and tricked out. This thing is just an absolute beauty. But, he looks over to Liz and he gives her an upnod. "Afternoon." He tells her in a casually suave manner. But he walks towards the house, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his mouth. Clearly, or as Liz would probably be able to tell, the supernatural item or entity is luring Johnny. Or perhaps Johnny is one the hunt. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz tries to duck her head down a little when Johnny looks her way, welp, there went the element of surprise. Or stalking. She gives an upnod as she stands up. Raking a hand back through her hair, "Hey." she tells him. There's not even a tinge of warmth in the womans words. Maybe it was because he was a stranger? Possibly. "Hey Mister...you don't want to do that." she tells him as she hurries after him. Realizing he's going for one of the houses. She'd get reamed if she let a civilian get hurt on her watch. She puts her cigarette out by brushing it against her coat as she follows him. No littering! As Johnny approaches the door swings wide crashing into the wall that is held up by only god knows what. "I sense much fire...and blood." an eerie voice speaks to them. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny doesn't seem to mind her lack of warmth in her voice when she greets him. Almost like he was used to it, in the eerie kind of way. But then she's trying to warn him and stave him off from his target. "Course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be here." He assumes she's in the know, or at the very least is smart enough to not already be in the house. He does take the cigarette out of his mouth and flick it over at the nearest trash can. Oh yeah, he's had practice doing that. Now it just looks cool. When the door slams open and a creepy disembodied voice creeps out, Johnny sighs. "Knew it." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz just wasn't a warm person, despite being able to wield fire. She gives a look to the man and there's a deepening of her frown. Then the door swinging wide makes her eyes squint a bit, "I was hoping it would just be some of the local kids messing with people." she mutters. "Poltergeist don't generally open doors and talk. I'm thinking its a demon of some sort." she tells the biker. Then she's moving up the steps, "Well, if both of us are here we might be alright." she muses. "Do you want to go in? I forgot to ask that." she looks back to the man. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny looks over at Liz, raising a brow at her as she speaks about the suspected and hope of just children being cruel people. "Children arn't that smart. Besides, you know a place that is infested when you see it." Johnny says with a straight-face, though he does smirk at her. "Of course its a demon. I'd be a shitty demon hunter if I hunted one here and ther ewas no demon." he chuckles lightly. "Lets go handle it, assuming your trained to." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to him, a smile threatening to break, but it doesn't, "True. Kids these days are too lazy to do something that elaborate." she nods in agreement. Then she turns back to the house, the door still standing wide open, "I hate demons. Because they always want to muck with stuff that isn't any of their business." she admits. When he says assuming she's trained there's a look over her shoulder, "I'm only trained to deal with angry Ewoks...and large red beasts when he gets a bit too grumpy." she jokes. "Are you flame proof?" she asks him as she makes her way to the door and then pulls her gun, starting to look into the front room to see if anythings going to drop down on them. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' "Maybe if it was like...twenty years ago. But these days kids would rather be on cell phones than pull elaborate pranks like this these days." Johnny shakes his head lightly in a 'well, what can you do' kind of way. He squeezes his hands tightly in case he's about to punch something. "Well, then we probably have this covered. If I told you that I turned into a hellfire-bathed skeleton, what would you say?" A pause. "Yes, I'm fireproof." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' "Or they like to mug old ladies and stay on their phones. Kids these days probably didn't grow up like we did." Liz tells him. She was at least friendly. "It's clear in here." she tells him as she goes over the threshold. Though his words draw her attention back to him, "Hellfire-bathed skeleton? We should do coffee sometime." she admits to that. When he tells her he's fire proof there's a look of relief on her face, "Oh thank you." she whispers as she flicks her eyes up to the ceiling. Was she talking to God? Maybe. If Johnny follows her in all the way they'd both be hearing the door slam shut behind them. "You brought a friend to the party, excellent. I've been starving." the voice comes again, this time from a voice that seems to echo around the room. Then they aren't alone anymore. Suddenly the room feels a bit smaller with a huge demon filling it. "Which of you wants to die first?" it asks. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' "Don't forget they are also more fragile." Johnny comments back to Liz while they are on the topic of how kinda crappy kids are these days in comparison to previous generations. But when she shows relief and apparently asks him out to coffee, Johnny smirks. "Well, that would be just swell." he winks. "Name's Johnny, by the way. Johnny Blaze." He extends a quick hand to her. Then it seems the door slams shut and the demon speaks again. At this, Johnny's eyes seem to dance with hellfire. "A really dangerous friend. You can try me first, but I think you'll be really disappointed." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to the demon and she puffs up a bit, she's just a hair under five foot five, but she didn't let that get in the way. She reaches out to shake Johnny's hand with a bit of a look to him, "Nice to meet you, Johnny. I'm Elizabeth Sherman, just call me Liz." she tells him. When she takes her hand back there's already flames starting to dance around her fingers. The blue and white flames licking up her arm as she looks to the demon, "I'll just give you indigestion really." she tells the fiend. Then she raises the gun to get a good aim. The demon smiles at Johnny, "I know who you are...I've heard about you." he states. "You'll both be great disappointments after you're dead." it laughs as he swings one of his big clawed hands out and smacks Johnny and Liz both. Sending Liz sprawling and the gun skittering. Johnny is probably not that easy to knock down though. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny gives her hand a firm shake, and true to his word, when her hand comes alight with hellfire, it doesn't seem t obother Johnny at all. He seems truly immune! But then he notices the blue and white flames licking up her arm. Ohhh. True hellfire. Not bad. Johnny should introduce her to Ketch, if he ever sees his brother again. When the demon smiles at him, Johnny narrows his eyes before it attacks proper, knocking Elizabeth back but Johnny catches that clawed hand, sliding backwards with his hands still on it. "Okay...playtime is over." He growls and his skin starts to literally burn off in a seering inferno of brilliant flame. All that remains is a bare human skull, wreathed in hellfire and brimstone. It takes a demon to kill a demon. He tries to burn the demon's hand, hopefully sending it into retreat. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz manages to get herself sitting back up, right as Johnny is doing the hellfire skin exfoliation and she looks down to herself, well...she didn't have that neat trick. She stumbles to her feet and finds her gun, but she can't shoot and risk hitting the man. Even if he's a flaming skeleton at the moment. The demon's skin burns, it's cry making the house shake and there's parts of the roof and the walls that crumble as it retreats, only to come charging back and attacking the Ghost Rider again. Apparently Liz was low on the threat list at the moment! 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' BOOM! Ghost Rider is knocked backwards, actually slamming into one of the walls of the house and recoiling off of it to land in a crouched position. But that doesn't seem to have stopped this devil at all as it rises back to full height. "Go...Home." Ghost Rider tells the Demon as it sprays forth a beam of hellfire from his hands, attempting to burn the creature further. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz feels the house shudder and that part of her that is really better kept inside starts to leak out. She manages to step closer to the demon before the flames burst from her body. Double that with the beam of Hellfire that Johnny sprays forth it starts the melting process on the demons flesh. Skin sloughing off like roast left in too long. "Oh gross." Liz gags a little at the stench of burnt demon. But hey, it's still growling about being the end of them as it flails it's arms and tries to grab ANYTHING that it can get it's hands on before it sees its last. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Yes, it was disgusting, but the Ghost Rider rushes forward, getting caught by the demon's grasp and apparently being thrown about for a moment, but the Rider holds the creature down before it looks to Liz. Perhaps implying for her to choose now to strike, since apparently the Ghost Rider has been taking the brunt of the assault from the angry house-demon. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to Johnny when he rushes the demon and then he's getting caught by the hands of the demon. The look he gives her might set something off. Because the next thing that Johnny might see is a flash of blue and white as Liz just lets go and there's a blast of heat and flame that rolls over the demon and the Rider, but he'd be okay. The Demon? Not so much? The House? It's going to burn down. Liz staggers a bit as she realizes what she did. But hey, no more demon. It was going to be a nice pile of ash. Or goo. You could never tell with those guys. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' FWOOOOOOM! The flames go through and over Ghost Rider and move to incinerate the demon that dares haunt this place. With this in mind, when all is said and done and the house starts to come apart, the Ghost Rider emerges from her hellfire, completely unharmed despite the intensity of the flames themselves. What kind of demon is this? Any other demon would've been vanquished. It is now that the flames die out and its just a skeleton, muscle and flesh regenerating over the skeleton until it looks as if Johnny had never transformed. "Well, that was exciting." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to the pile where the demon used to be, "Huh." she manages. So eloquent! Then she's looking around them and trying to figure out how long they have until it's unsafe. A chunk of the ceiling falls between them. "Yep! That was, now lets get the hell out of here." she states as she heads for the door. She apparently wasn't immune to falling debris. Once outside she takes a moment to steady herself but she keeps looking over at Johnny still if he followed, "Does that hurt?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny does indeed follow, walking side-by-side with her as a smirk crosses his face at the question. "Like you couldn't even believe." Its a grim smile, sure, but its an accepting one. Like that of someone who took the hand they were dealt in life and went with it. "Does it hurt when you do your fire thing?" Johnny doesn't know whether to call it her 'pyro trick' or more formal like 'hellfire blast'. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz winces a bit, "Not sure I could get used to that sort of pain." she murmurs to him. Then she shakes her head, the raven locks shaking a bit, "No, it doesn't hurt. Not physically or anything. When I use it like that it tends to end badly with someone I care for being hurt." she admits. Then she gives a look to him, "Didn't you used to be a stunt guy?" she asks him. Then she's turning to look at the house, the flames reflecting in her blue eyes, "You wouldn't happen to have any marshmallows on you by chance?" she looks to him and there's the ghost of a smile on her lips. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' "Trust me, you get used to it. Used to happen forcibly, no control at all. Then I mastered the demon within and...well, least now I know when the pain's coming." Johnny grins at her a little bit as they move in front of the house. "Yeah, a lifetime ago. Used to jump shit with a motorcycle. Fun right?" Johnny gives a thumbs up. At the question of marshmellows, he shrugs. "Not this time. Why, you askin' me out to eat or something?' ITS A TRAP. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to him as he talks and there's a nod to that, "I know Demons very well. One of my best-friends is a big red one." she admits. "So how long did it take you to master or is that for a longer conversation?" she quirks an eyebrow at thim. Then there's a nod, "I think I remember your name coming up. I wasn't sure where you'd gotten off to...but this explains it." she tells him. "The ride is nice." she looks to the motorcycle. Then her gaze flicks back to him, "Coffee, food, beer. Whatever you like. I don't meet people that are basically flame proof a lot." she tells him. Yeah, she just walked into it. "I mean...if you don't have a lot of demons or whatever else you deal with on your schedule." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smirks. "Met him once, I think. Used to do a thing for SHIELD together. Good to hear he's still kicking, could've sworn he'd be dead by now." he does smile a little bit at Liz. "Quite some time. Few years, give or take. Lets just say the other guy and I came to an understanding." Then they see the bike and Johnny mounts it. "Beer it is, then. Come on, I'll drive ya." He revs the motorcycles engine. That beast could wake a neighborhood. But, he must be the bad boy type, doesn't even wear a helmet! 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' "HB? He's really hard to keep down. He's about the only other person I don't have to worry about torching. So you guys have that in common." Liz actually smiles to that. Then she listens as he speaks on how long it took. She was very curious of it. But she didn't want to drag his whole story out while there was a house burning down behind them. She gives a look over the motorcycle and then gets on the back, she's a bit hesistant for a moment, not knowing where put her hands. "Thanks, I was going to have a hard time explaining to my Uber driver why I was standing in front of a burning building." she shakes her head. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' "Something like that." Johnny looks at Liz and he smiles when she seems to hook her leg over and sit on the back. Knowing that she doesn't look like she has any experience in this at all, Johnny reaches back, takes her hands, and moves them to wrap around his waist. Yes, it was a flirty move, but also kind of a necessity. "Here, that'll help you hold on." Johnny advises her. And he wasn't exactly pudgy, but rather muscular. "Know the best bar in town up ahead." and Johnny hits the gas when she's ready, driving off to their destination. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz didn't have a lot of experience with motorcycles. She was more a taxi or old beat up car sort girl. She swallows a bit when he takes her hands and wraps them around his waist. The settle on his stomach and there's a moment to just look up at the sky. Lord... Then she shakes herself, "Thanks, I'll be sure not to dig fingers in or anything should you brake hard." she states. When he states he knows the best bar in town up ahead she is content to follow his lead, "I think I trust you, Johnny." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny doesn't see Liz saying her prayers, either in attraction or abhoration, about Johnny, so he doesn't mind that she warns him about any squeezing or tightening around his stomach. "Long as you don't try to choke me out or something, we'll be fine. I'm tough, promise." Then they are driving! While Johnny drives fast, the trip is ultimately smooth. Might be the best motorcycle ride she's ever been on, but...it was nice. Then he parks it right on the side of the road in front of the bar. "Here we are, M'lady." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz was withdrawn, not dead. So when she's faced with abs it's just one of those things that makes girls do stuff like blush. But she doesn't. She simply holds on and enjoys the ride. "I saw that you're tough back there." she tells him. She waits until they are fully stopped to get let go of him and she manages to get off the motorcycle without dumping herself into the road. Smooth, Liz, smooth. There's the glimmer of a smile to him, "Thank you, kind sir." she dips her head to that. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Giving a little upnod to Liz, he gets off of his bike and stands next to her. "So, what kind of beer you like? Got a favorite brand or type?" Johnny offers Liz his arm a little bit, wondering if she's feeling a little clumsy after the fast ride over while also being quite the gentleman in the process. "After all, this is my treat. Your kill, your reward." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz takes the arm when it's offered, most times letting things go put her on her ass, so she was happy to be upright and coherent. She gives a look to him, "Favorite beer? Anything cold that doesn't grow legs and try to run away." she tells him. "Honestly I don't think I've ever had a favorite. Just not anything that someones going to be sniffing and telling me about the hop content." she points out. Then she quirks an eyebrow at him, "I think it was a joint effort. I don't like having running tallies. Unless that's your thing?" she teases him gently. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Well, despite how nice her ass might look, he's certainly not the type to put her on her bum, so here he is being a gentleman. "So, don't go to the oblivion bar? Got it." Seems Johnny might be more in the know than he might let o-wait, does Oblivion bar have drinks that stand up and run away!? He does smile at her. "No, I don't do tallies. But I do like finding excuses to get a drink." He opens the door for her to let her in. The bar isn't busy, but its not exactly extremely quiet either. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz gives a look to him, "Wait they do that there?" she asks him a bit curiously. "I really need to get out more." she adds. When he opens the door for her there's a look of appreciation to him, "Thank you." she tells him. Then she's looking around to see just how busy the place might be. Finding it not that packed she doesn't immediately clam up and insist on going. She trudges in, "Do you have a particular seat you like?" she asks him with a look to him. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smirks at her. "Maybe." he winks, before he follows her inside after opening the door. At the question of if he had a specific place he liked to sit, he shakes his head. "That'd be a hard no on my end. I'm good anywhere. I guess do you want more classic-" he points at the seats that line up in front of the bar. "Or ambiance?" He points at the empty booth in the corner of the bar itself. "Up to you. Scenery is...roughly the same, either way." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' "Well, that would be something to see." Liz tells him as she looks around. Then there's a bit of a look back to him, "Booth might be safer. If I feel too cooped up it could get weird." she admits. At least she was honest. "So ambiance." she starts to head that way. "Do you visit here often?" she asks as she slides into a seat. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' "Ambiance it is." Johnny says with a smirk to Liz, he walks with her over to the booth and he takes his seat at the table. "I feel that. Kinda...exposed kind of feeling? Know it well." Johnny clasps his hands in front of him. "Eh, I don't. Only when the job pays well in a way that I can...you know, afford a luxury drink here and there with a beautiful woman." Yes, he flirts, but its not like...gross flirting or overbearing. Just subtle and semi-smooth. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' "I just don't want to take the chance of exploding if someone starts a bar fight and hits me by accident or something like that. It would really put a damper on the mood." Liz tells him. "How about this, you pay for a drink today and I'll pay next time, fair?" she offers to him. Then there's a bit of a skeptical look, "Beautiful? Did you get a concussion back there, Johnny?" she looks amused. "I'm average at best." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smirks at her, reaching over to perhaps tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I say beautiful, I mean beautiful." Yes, more aptly flirting a bit before he leans back. "But, sure if you want. I like that kind of barter system, keeps things...how should I put it? Fair." Johnny smirks at her a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz watches him reach over, but she doesn't reach out and grab his wrist. Calm blue ocean firestarter. She does give him a bit of a smile though, "I won't disagree then." she tells him. "Thanks, Johnny." she adds to that. Then there's a chuckle, "I don't feel like men should pay for everything when two people go to get a beer and hey, I make okay money when I'm not pissing off people at SHIELD." she tells him. "So I can afford a few beers in my downtime." she nods to this. "Has HB seen your...other face?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny smirks at her. "Anytime." Johnny wasn't someone who said something just to flirt or for the sake of saying something. He was one of the genuine ones. He doesn't say it if he doesn't mean it, kind of thing. He smirks though. "Yeah, he has. We worked together for a team called the Howling Commandos. We took down more than a few hellspawn together. and goddamn, do I like your way of viewing who buys what." he teases her. 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz settles back a bit, but keeps her elbows on the table. She didn't get etiquette classes and it's probably the most annoying to those who might want her to keep her elbows off the table. She doesn't think Johnny is going to yell at her though. "He'd mentioned them once. I wasn't sure who all was on the team or if there was a rotation like some groups." she admits. Then she takes a moment to pull out a pen and grabs a napkin. She writes her number down and slides it across to him, "In case you want to get ahold of me again. Or need some help with any weirdos." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny seems to be genuinely amused with Liz, and since manners are tossed quite literally out of the window, Johnny also rests his elbows on the table. When she explains that she ddidn't know who was on the team, he shrugs. "You probably would've been a good addition, to be honest." He smirks though. "But they, for some reason, pulled the plug on the boyband." "Probably for the best." Then he gets a phone number and he smiles at her. "I'll text you later so you have my number too." 

:'''{{#var:1412|Liz Sherman (1412)}} has posed:''' Liz's lips quirk up into a bit of a smile, "I seem to do well with teams when I'm not butting heads with leadership. Kind of hoping time away and a new perspective might keep me out of trouble." she tells him. "I would have liked having another team though. Making friends for me is rare due to..." she makes the exploding motion with her hands. "I'll look forward to getting a text then. One that isn't asking if I've seen cat number forty or whatever." she shakes her head. 
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9157/Brooding In The Park

2019-09-11T22:02:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had taken some time off work to heal and deal with the post mugging situation. It was past sunset and the woman is sitting on a park bench with her phone in her hands. She's dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. She looks like she's lost in thought for the moment as she looks at people that are taking their nightly walks and enjoying the last days of summer. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' It is unusual, for Angel at least, to just go around in pseudocrowded places. After all you can brood more easily while on a rooftop or while sitting on your couch, but it is not so easy to do so while surrounded by people laughing, smiling, chatting, running, playing, and doing whatever people do usually at central park. On Angel's side, he is a master of brooding, so much that not even a joyful atmosphere can affect him more than a small amount, but then, shouldn't someone add a bit of diversity to their own three centuries long lives? Reason enough for him to agree somewhat gladly to meet Morrigan in central park, instead of the usual his place or her place. He happened to be in New York for work, after all, and it is not like he didn't keep in touch with the woman, for training on one side, and even because some part of him, maybe, started to like her company. In any case, the vampire is now silently walking through the shadows, being stealthy without even trying nor really wanting to. Helped, for sure, by his entirely black outfit, consisting in black boots, black pants, black belt with a silver buckle, black short sleeved shirt and black coat over it all. With him, just a stake, and something that he brought for Morrigan and that rests in a small suitcase, not unlike those seen in the hands of businesspeople, an all black, rectangular box whose handle rests in Angel's left hand. And so it is that he walks, towards the appointed spot, to quietly approach Morrigan and slide on the bench next to her with a "greetings" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's sense tingle for a moment as someone approaches and the redhead looks up. She looks a little worse for wear. But given she's got fresh stitches in her arms and she still has the smell of blood on her is not surprising she might look a bit bad. "Angel." she smiles as she reaches out to touch his arm lightly. "I'm glad you were in New York." she states. "You don't have anything pressing going on?" she asks him. "Do you want a coffee or anything?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' "nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that can't wait." Angel replies, turning to observe and study Morrigan for a couple of seconds, inhaling the scent of blood, for a second fighting back the vampire's instinct that suggests to lunge and drink some. "what happened to you?" he asks, just a small trace of concern noticeable in his voice, if not on his expression, surely though in his eyes. He sets the case on the bench to his left "I brought something for you, something that will be, most, helpful with some of your, longlived fanged enemies..." he adds, then glances around briefly "some coffee could be a good idea later, maybe" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks to him and there's a half smile, "Alright." she tells him. Her violet gaze wandering over him as he has his moment. Then she gives a look down to herself, "Ah...so I was looking for extra classes. For knives and well...someone decided to try to mug me for the money and it was going to be a three on one. I got sliced up by one of the guys." she admits as she pokes at the stitches. "Then someone got woken up and..." she pales a little as she remembers the hot wash of blood and the growling. "Lets just say I'm not going to a certain neighborhood in Gotham anytime soon." she whispers. "Oh, a weapon for vampires? I'm intrigued." she finally looks to him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel looks at Morrigan quietly for some seconds, considering, thinking, tilting his head slightly to the right "I trust the muggers have been dealt with?" he asks, grabbing the case and sliding it towards Morrigan "I'd suggest opening it but not enough that people will peek inside." he says. And this would be an obvious thing considering that, into the case, rests a small, black crossbow, as well as several wooden bolts. "if you can't stake them by being close, you can try to do it from afar. Just be smart about it, I can assure you, that a vampire's reflexes are enough to catch those bolts midflight..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan nods to that, "Yes, I think all three died in the alley." she tells him in a quiet tone. Hoping that no one overhears that. I mean, she could be talking about anything else really. She looks to the case and then there's a smile as he hands it over. She opens it carefully, peeking at what's inside and there's a soft smile, "Oh, this is pretty neat." she admits as she looks back to him. "Thank you for being so thoughtful. I might have to test this out when it's not so public." she muses as she closes the case. "How have you been lately?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods tightly, not offering any comment on the dead men "muggers..." he almost whispers, shaking his head immediately after, and then shrugging. He however glances at Morrigan while she discovers the nature of the gift "practice indeed, practice your aim. While standing, while sitting, while running. Be sure that, were you to use one of them, you'd have a single shot. So make it count" When the subject of the conversation turns on him, he simply shrugs, leaning a bit backwards on the bench "the usual, some demons in a basement not too far from here, but they've been dealt with earlier. And that is the reason for me being in New York, too." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't go into the explanation anymore, Victor had scared the crap out of her so she was definitely staying out of the bad parts of town for the moment. So he wouldn't have to get all murdery. "I'll have to make sure I've got enough room in the apartment to practice with it." she grins to him. She settles the case to her side as she listens to him. She gives a bit of a look to him, "Demons in a basement? Were they just...hiding down there and making a ruckus?" she asks him. "So just brooding and fighting vampires and demons? Nothing else going on?" she asks him with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' "that's pretty much what my life is now aday, when I'm not regularly working the investigative part of my investigation job." Angel admits, in truth, it's not like his life is full of events as of late. "and the demons, well, yes, mostly just being annoying, haunting like ghosts, sometimes grabbing someone and, you don't want to know towards what purposes..." he adds, scanning briefly his surroundings with all his senses to make sure noone is eavesdropping. "what about you, apart from going into dark places and meeting umpleasant people?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gies a look to him a look as he speaks and there's a soft smile, "Maybe you should find people to work with? Or maybe go on a date?" she offers with a chuckle. "Fighting and brooding are great things...but do something for yourself sometime." she states a bit gently. "I know I don't have much room to talk, but, well..." she shrugs. "I'm just trying to stay on top of things. Went to a charity auction and got to meet some really neat people. Damian Wayne was one of them. He's pretty well read." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel hmms thoughtfully, again considering the woman "well, I work with other people to be honest. As for dating, lets just say it didn't go well in the past, and it is, dangerous stuff..." he adds, almost immediately regretting having said those words. "and social events, are really not my cup of tea, too many people" all there, all full of blood, all cheerful... You can't really brood between that many smiling faces!" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a smile to him, "Not dating due to dangers is understandable. The last guy I dated was worried that his other nature might get the best of things." she admits. "I miss him somedays, but he has a way with having to go off and do things and be gone for weeks and months." she shrugs. "So I'll be sure not to ask you to any social events. Unless they involve demons or vampires. Deal?" she looks to him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' For a moment, it almost seems like a chuckle will manage to escape Angel's lips, but apparently he must've stopped himself from doing so, limiting to a nod of agreement "I am in a, similar situation." except that if his other nature came out, or if his soul were to be stripped out again, the world would be in great danger. After all, Angelus was a dangerous enough thing even without energy guns and plasma swords, and now aday, those things are even more easy to find than really needed! "deal, and in return, should you ever invite me to any social event involving demons or vampires, I will be sure to bring weapons for the both of us" he states, extending his right hand as if to seal a real deal by shaking Morrigan's one if allowed. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan shakes her head at that, he went through a lot to sound this broody. "Oh? You have a demon hiding somewhere in there?" she asks him as she looks behind him and then to his eyes again. Then there's a chuckle as he extends his hand and she reaches out with her left and shakes his hand, "Alright, deal." she tells him. "And if you do find yourself in a social situation and need saving you can always feel free to call me and I'll come and save you." she smiles to that. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel gives Morrigan a brief but firm handshake, retracting then his probably cold hand. Cold for human standards, at least. "not in the traditional sense of the term, there's nothing in me but my soul, thing that I value greatly" and that may as well be the problem! After all, loosing it is a matter of a happy moment, after all. Then are people surprised that he's brooding all the time? However, he gladly accepts the offer "I shall remember that, Morrigan, and trust me should I find myself in such a situation, I've you on speed dial, and I'll gladly call you to come to the rescue." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "We all have our demons. Whether they be literal or figurative." Morrigan nods to that. "I think I'm going to try dating again, see what is out there besides just staring at walls when I get home. Just need to find someone who is a bit nocturnal." she chuckles. "And good, just keep my number on speed-dial should you need it and I'm sure I can rummage around and find a cape and a rope to swing in on." she tells him with a wink. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Now, though, Angel can't, nor wants to, hold back a chuckle, that is at least in some part amused. "well, on that point, I find myself having the same requirement. Should I ever find a date, I suppose that person must be quite nocturnal indeed." does he want to enjoy a nice day on a sunny beach with his beloved one? Not really, burning alive is not within his plans for the near future. "I suppose a cocktail dress will do the trick more than cape and rope, in one of those particular occasions..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "That not being able to go into the sunlight thing will hurt relationships more than help them. Just not a lot of night owls." Morrigan states as she crosses one knee over the other and ponders for a moment. "How long are you in New York for? Just until you've got the demon problem under control or something else?" she asks him. Then she chuckles, "I'm sure I can hunt up a cocktail dress as well." she nods to that. "And thank you again for the present." she tells him softly and nudges him with her elbow gently. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods in full understanding "I know, right? Sunlight is a pain" he admits, probably as of now Morrigan has enough hints to suspect if not outright guess what Angel is, so there's really no longer such a need for secrecy, probably. "that's what I try to tell dates, sunlight couldn't compete with their beauty, I'd be burned if I were to face both things at once" he's joking or trying to? That means part of him is slightly nervous perhaps, even if, he will probably realize it only later, during his usual daily introspective meditation. He even manages to lift up his right hand, placing it gently on Morrigan's left shoulder and giving a light squeeze "you're welcome, may it serve you well." he says. "I'll likely stay for another day or two, the demons themselves are no longer, but I must be sure. There were a couple of quite elusive ones, so." he shrugs "though, I'm afraid I must leave you for now, Morrigan." he slowly stands up, looking at the woman for a moment "please, be safe, and I do hope to see you soon. Maybe, next time, we'll meet in front of a cup of tea or coffee, at night of course" he then waits for an eventual answer, before turning and vanishing into the shadows as usual, leaving to her, the crossbow and the bolts. 
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8573/the Dojo Hotel

2019-07-29T21:49:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' It took Angel five minutes, five minutes to understand how the interface of that smartphone is supposed to work. Why must they change the interface after the update, then? Getting people all busy figuring out stuff? But finally Angel managed to write that simple text for Morrigan, asking her if she would be free for their first training session, at midnight. Because seriously, who doesn't train at midnight? He told her to join him at his hotel, where he took a room and rearranged it for training purposes, with tatamis covering the floor, weapon racks on the walls holding all sorts of training equipment, and a lot of space to hurl and throw people around. And so here he is, wearing a black pair of shorts and a black shirt, waiting for Morrigan. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan was a night owl, so this was a good thing. She'd packed up from work and taken the time to change into work out gear. She's wearing black yoga pants and a grey loose fitting work out shirt. She didn't know what to expect really. She heads up to where she was told to meet him and the violet eyed red head gives a smile and a wiggle of her fingers to him, "Hey there, thanks for texting." she tells him. "Have you been doing alright?" she adds as she settles her bag down. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel was waiting for the girl in the hotel's lobby, but then as soon as they're inside, it is to the training room that he leads her, walking while talking to save on time. "good day, Morrigan" he greets her, returning the greetings without a smile but still with a cordial enough voice, that is a success for those who know him! "I've been well enough, thanks. What about you?" he replies, diplomatically, after all he spent the last nights tracking and then slaying a group of demons that liked squatting into empty basements, what could someone ask for, more than this lovely activity? 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan walks quietly with him for the moment, he was hard to read sometimes and maybe idle chit chat just wasn't his thing. Then there's a bit of a smile to him, "I've been alright. Not had my nose broken this week." she muses. "Thank you for agreeing to help me out with teaching. I'll try not to step on your foot...or stab you." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods in aknowledgement when learning of Morrigan's well being, with her nose intact and all. "to be precise that is not what you need not to do, I will consider myself quite satisfied if you will manage to stab me, or step on my feet, well maybe not the latter... It means you've learned how to effectively fight and defend." he comments with a calm tone of voice, and then opens his arms in a sweeping gesture to point at all the training room, weapon racks, tatami and all. "well then, do you have the basics of self defense or should we start from the, well, from the beginning?" he asks, turning to look at the woman "oh, and you're welcome, I am very glad to be of help" and even if he doesn't smile, because otherwise it wouldn't be him, his voice is sincere enough 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a chuckle, "You know, most guys don't want to be stabbed, so I'll have to get used to that objective." she tells him. "Just no stepping on the feet, go it." she adds with a smile. Then she looks around the room and there's a low whistle, "Apparently someone is stocked up on things." she states quietly to that. Then she turns back to him, "I know a few of the basics. Never really had to defend myself till this year though." she admits to him. "So anything you want to teach and go over I'm happy to learn." she states. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel tilts his head slightly, looking at Morrigan "most girls don't want to be stab..." his head almost imagines a comment to that, and he changes what he was saying into "most people wouldn't want to be stabbed with a sharp object either, but for training purposes, if you go close to it, I'll be satisfied I suppose... As long as you don't actually kill me, I mean." he shrugs, moving on the tatami after removing his own shoes "well first of all, we'll try to see and understand your style. So, I want you to try, to make me fall down, use whatever method you want..." and that said, he waits, with his eyes examining Morrigan to catch her every movement, his body appearing relaxed, standing on the tatami with his arms along his sides and his knees slightly bent. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan slips off her shoes and then steps onto the mats as well. She was nervous, it was something that wasn't hard to sense. "Well, I mean...I could make a joke about stabbing girls, but I don't want you to think my mind is in the gutter." she shakes her head. She looks over the weapons and then back to him, "I don't think I have the ability to kill you. Unless my sorcery powers suddenly spike." she muses. "Make you fall down...alright." she tries not to look overwhelmed. "I don't really have a style." she admits as she comes forward, the womans pale arms wrapping around his waist and she tries to pull him off his feet. It's REALLY laughable. "Ugh. Why are you so heavy..." she mutters. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel tilts his head again, then mutters "that's, well, that's why I didn't say that..." he almost whispers, then raises an eyebrow at Morrigan's attempt to throw him to the floor, his face twists in an odd way, his lips twitch, then it almost seems like his face is having convulsions. And then...      He chuckles, Angel chuckles, trying to place his hands on Morrigan's shoulders "now, now, if you want to go for a tackle, run towards your adversary at full speed, then lower yourself, plant a shoulder in its stomac and go for the tackle... But it's better if you don't or the opponent could just grab you and toss you behind its shoulder, hm? Try something else?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "You can chuckle. It's a miracle." Morrigan states as she stops moving. She felt stupid. And she probably looked much the part. She straightens herself out and then gives a look to him with a bit of a redness to her cheeks. Embarrassed, but she was still going to try things. "I think my whole thing is...I don't want to hurt you. Or do something that will piss you off." she admits. "But if I'm going to get you off your feet..." she murmurs as she walks around him. Her second pass has her grabbing one of the practice weapons off the wall and she makes sure it's blunt. Nothing wanting to break his skin...or the weapon. "Are you someone that looks down on non honorable fighting?" she asks him, right before she aims for the back of his knees to take him down. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel casts a glance at Morrigan "I can, but it's a rare thing!" he exclaims, getting again his neutral pseudoserious expression. At morrigan's next words though he twists his lips into a smirk "but if we're going to train getting hurt is almost inevitable. Plus, I am, difficult to hurt and, heal fast. As for pissing me off, I doubt you would or could that so easily so..." he shrugs, and as the girl comes with the blunt weapon, aiming for the back of his knees, he just lets her hit him but, as the object hits the back of his knee, he falls forward in a forward roll, bending his knee and trying to hit the weapon with the heel of his right foot. "it was a good move, there is not honorable fighting and dishonorable fighting, there's fighting and trying to win, or survive... In a formal duel then sure, be honorable, follow the rules, but if someone is threatening your life then go at it, using every single trick in your sleeve. He surely will, and if he don't, well, not a good combatant..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Difficult to hurt and you heal fast?" Morrigan asks as he goes rolling forward and there's a bit of a curious look over him when he hits the weapon and it goes flying. "I'll have to work on my grip as well." she mutters. Then she puts her hands on her hips and she looks over him again, "Are you a vampire?" she asks him. It's a point blank kind of thing, but she didn't seem to be upset or anything, she just was curious. "If...you don't want to give me the answer I understand. I do." she adds as she goes to retrieve the wooden sword and replace it on the wall. She at least cleaned up after herself. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel stands up after the roll, straightening himself with a fluid and graceful motion "and remember that there is never a good move in a fight, because your adversary could pull out something better. So even if you're experienced, even if you've been fighting for three centuries, almost, always be prepared. Confident, sure, but prepared. Especially in a world where people now apparently can toss cars, set things alight with their eyes, phase through walls, teleport, and move at the speed of light" he adds in a lower voice "or heal fast, and be difficult to injure..." he adds after that. It is still by looking at Morrigan that he twists again his lips in an odd expression, halfway between a smirk and a smile "I could be, in that case hopefully not one of the hones that want to drain you of your blood and see humans as happy meals with legs..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives him a look as her hands leave her hips and she crosses her arms over her chest and she looks to him. It's a calculating look. She's already overly intelligent, so the look isn't helping. "Always be prepared. Got it." she nods to this. She gives a bit of a breath out and then looks away from him, "It's not like some of them want to be what they are." she admits. Then she looks back to him. "But I get it." she nods to that. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel makes a soft humming, thoughtful sound and shakes his head "always try to be prepared, but be aware that you can never truly be. Because there'll be always something that you can't calculate in advance, or at the very least, there's that possibility. And you must be prepared for it, be prepared to not be prepared." he shrugs, at the seemingly redundant words that he just said, then tilts his head again "we are what we are, but then, we can choose what we make of it." he comments, maybe even including himself in what he just said. "ok, now lets see how flexible your mind is... I'm stronger, faster, more experienced than you. I have a sword" and he indeed walks to one of the racks, taking a wooden sword and twirling it in his right hand casually "you have whatever weapon you can find in here... You have exactly thirty seconds to stop me before I use my sword, which we will pretend not to be wooden, to slice you in half." and even if quietly he starts counting! 29, 28, 27, 26... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "It'll take time..." Morrigan states softly. Maybe it was something she was thinking. Maybe she was just rambling. She watches him carefully and then when he goes to get the practice sword there's a moment those violet eyes of hers squint at him and she shifts her weight, readying herself. Oh shit! He said get a weapon and then started counting! There's a very comedic moment of panicked red head rushing to one of the weapon walls and grabbing up...the first thing she can. Why are there nunchucks here?! It didn't matter, when Angel got to 1 she was ready to fend him off. Or she thought she was... 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel gets to 1, and even if part of him is disappointed, he still must do what he said he would've done! And indeed he sprints forward and to Morrigan's left, moving at a speed that is definitely superior to that of a human, except that at the last second he changes his direction completely, coming instead from Morrigan's right, his wooden sword moving in a blur to strike in a quick succession at the two weapons that she is wielding, intent of disarming her instead of slicing as promised. "so you spent 30 seconds trying to look for a weapon that would beat a faster, stronger, and more experienced opponent... Like a weapon would make the difference! But, you didn't try to talk me down, even to just ask me to not do this... You tried to use a weapon when there were easier methods that would've worked better by utilizing your own talents, things that you already know how to do... Do you see my point, Morrigan?" he pauses, blinking "you know, the most powerful warrior is not the one who wins every fight, but the one that knows when to fight, and when fighting is not the right way to go..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's expecting to get hit, but it doesn't happen, she just gets disarmed. There's a bit of a curious look to him as he talks and there's a very soft sigh that is let out, "Yeah...I failed that in spades." she murmurs. "But do you seriously think anything that I'm going to run into is going to want to listen to me?" she asks him. "The vampires I've ran into don't even want to talk. They just want to attack." she frowns. "But, you're right, Sun Tzu." she points out. "Maybe trying to de-escalate is a better approach and then poke them with the pointy end if they don't want to listen." she nods. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods in agreement, retrieving all the weapons, the ones on the floor and the sword he used, to place them back on the racks "before teaching you how to defend yourself, I need to make sure you know when to use the sword, and when to use your tongue... Vampires are generally speaking overconfidant arrogant bastards, play on that. Stall them, some of them love to ear the sound of their voice, let them talk, let them make a mistake. They're faster and stronger than you, they might have centuries of experience on their shoulders, but oftentimes, they're not smarter than you." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a half smile to that, "Well, that is a good place to start, especially when I suck with the fighting." she muses. Then she watches him for a moment, "Is that how long you've been alive, three centuries?" she asks him quietly. She was a curious one. There was no doubt about that. "Thank you for having me over for practicing." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' "You'll improve, I'm sure of that." Angel replies, crossing his arms on his chest at the question "give or take..." is his answer "but I havn't always been so kind and sweet and joyful" if he is sweet and joyful now it's better not to think about what he was! RIght, a bloodthirsty vampire known to the world as one of the worst nightmares in existance, named Angelus. But that's the past, right? Reason enough to brood, at the very least. "you're welcome, as I said it is a pleasure. But now, lets stop talking and start training! So first, lacking in strenght, then use the strenght of your adversary against him. We'll learn throws, because they're relatively easy to pull out, effective, and not too taxing on energy..." and he starts explaining the various aspects of some throws, such as the catching of the wrist when someone tries to punch, only to pull them and turn to throw them over the shoulder, or how to catch the leg of someone that is kicking and pulling upwards to unbalance them, only to swipe their other leg from under them, guiding Morrigan through the process of learning with an explanation, then a demonstration, and then having her try it with him correcting eventually the positions and stances until the move can be pulled out succesfully" 
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8271/An Angel And A Doctor

2019-07-11T22:50:00Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had given Angel a call when she'd woken up. She sounded a little groggy, but given she was a night owl and she woke up about five in the afternoon this wasn't a surprise. Plus a broken nose didn't help matters. She'd left him a voicemail asking him if he'd like to stop by her place and talk over some things with her. She'd left her address in the voicemail. She'd been sitting at her dining table and working on things, just trying to make some sense of where and why things were happening. And she really needed to drop in at Sanctum to study. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel listens his voicemail at least once a day, or at least, once per night considering he sleeps during the day, usually. And so it is that he found Morrigan's message, made sure no demonslaying was on his agenda for the night, informed those who need to be informed that he wouldn't be working tonight, and went in his room to wear a pair of black boots, jeans, and a black shirt with silver buttons that must cost at least a tousand dollars. Then he hopped on his car, started the engine and tested all the speedlimits to stop, right now, in front of the address that Morrigan gave him. Stepping out of the car, he tries to locate the right apartment, reaching it and knocking twice on the door. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The knocking had made Morrigan jump, but she chuckled at her self for being jumpy. She gets up and walks to the door to unlock it and look outside, "Ah, I see you got my message." she smiles to him. The bridge of her nose is bruised and there's bruising under her eyes from the nose breaking. She was glad that guy had been shot in the head to be honest. "Come on in." she states as she steps back from the door, allowing him to enter. "Thanks for stopping in. Have you had dinner yet?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' "hello, Morrigan." Angel greets the woman as soon as the door is opened, and then, since she clearly invited him in, he can finally step through the door! "nice place" he comments, even if in a quite matter of fact tone! "uh, well yes, I, I had dinner" he answers then, moving another couple of steps into the room and glancing around. After all he had a full bag of blood for dinner, tonight, if it counts as dinner! Or was it breakfast? Do even vampiric meals have names? It isn't a dinner if you drink blood at 7 pm even if you just woke up, nor a breakfast because, well, who would have blood for breakfast? Anyways his eyes turn on Morrigan as he asks "what did you do to get those bruises?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Hello Angel." Morrigan smiles at him softly. "And thank you. I moved here after I got tired of people wrecking my old apartment." she chuckles. Toxin had put a hole in her wall and then her dad a few years later. Time for new scenery. "Oh, well what did you have?" she asks him. She didn't know he was a vampire, so hey, innocent question. "I'll probably just make a shake or something. Ice cream for dinner since I'm an adult." she chuckles. Then there's a frown as she closes the door and locks it, "Wrong place and wrong time. It's been taken care of though." she admits. "How have you been?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel tries to think quickly, but then, years of practice bring the answer right to his lips "beef, nothing special!" it was beef's blood, after all, no humans for Angel unless he wants to fall into a worse state of brooding... "well, icecream is great, yes, and who says you can't have it for dinner?" he asks, he doesn't smile because he isn't trained to, but his voice sounds, just slightly amused? "I've been well enough, and considering the state of your face I don't know if I should ask the same about you, hm? But well, wrong time and wrong place is a common occurrence..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a chuckle, "Beef, nice." she tells him with a nod. Then there's a shake of her head, "Yeah, my face would have looked worst had I been in a worse place." she muses. "Come on in and have a seat. I just...wanted to catch up and see how everything was. The trail on my father has gone cold for the moment. Kinda annoyed about that." she admits as she moves to find herself a seat. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel walks to the nearest couch and takes a seat, his eyes never leaving Morrigan, leaving to his other senses the duty to survey his surroundings. "I have been speaking with, people, that might know some things about your father and, I must say, on my end there's not really much as well, he's a shadow... But then, I will meet someone who will probably have some more informations this weekend, so I'll probably update you then." he admits, closing his eyes for the fraction of a second, recalling the vampires he spoke with about Morrigan's father no longer than a week ago, then recalling those same vampires a moment later, on the floor, in the form of a pile of dust. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan settles in on the couch and there's a bit of a smile to that, "It's nice that you're getting information on him." she states. "Maybe I could go with you this weekend?" she asks him. She didn't know that he was killing vampires after getting information from them. She watches him close his eyes and there is a curiousness to her gaze as she looks to him, "What are you thinking about?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel hmms, looking thoughtful for a moment, maybe considering the pros and cons of taking her with him. "ok, you can come" he just states, leaning a bit backwards on the couch "I will send you the details of the location, but we'll meet a vampire so, well, just be prepared..." he adds, just in case. At the question, he just stares at the woman and tilts his head "I'm thinking about a lot of things, including the weather outside, the size of this room, what I had last week for dinner, the number of windows in the building in front of this one, the number of steps from here to the window, what I said yesterday at 0.35 am to a client that come to my office... Should I continue?" yes, he definitely has a good memory, or unfortunately when he recalls his angelus side. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives him a look and there's a blink when he actually says yes, "Well that was easy." she admits. "I'll make sure to not do anything that would make me look like dinner." she tells him as she leans back where she's sitting. She still looks at him, giving a bit of a smile when he recalls things, "You remember a lot." she states. "And I think I got the jist of that, so no. Not unless you really want to." she murmurs to him. "Did you have other plans tonight? Besides visiting a woman with a broken nose?" she muses. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel hmms, peering at Morrigan "to a vampire, every living thing, with blood, looks like dinner. Then humans are just particularly tasty ones. Someone I know called y, called humans, happy meals with legs" he shrugs, shaking his head "well anyways I don't think he'll try to do anything to you, he shouldn't. ANd if he tries we'll just loose a bit of informations but at least save your blood, hm?" but then he nods, indicating that no, he won't continue saying what he's thinking about, and agreeing with the thing that he remembers lots of stuff, at least half of which are useless. "no no I didn't really have any other plans, well, apart from seeing a woman, but I didn't know she had a broken nose so! But anyways don't worry you're not bringing me away from anything." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him, "Well, some humans might be happy meals with legs. I'm not one of those." she huffs. "Won't hesitate to kick someone either." she mutters. She wasn't really someone that was going to be a damsel. Or well. She was sure she had some sort of way to defend herself. "I would like to keep my blood in my body unless it's donated for a good cause." she chuckles. "Does my broken nose interrupt a big plan of yours that you had?" she teases him gently. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods again understandingly "I could understand how you would want to keep all of your blood where it belongs, and if I can help it, that's what will happen indeed. But anyways I trust you know how to handle yourself around vampires, yes." he again leans on the couch, assuming what could pass for a relaxed posture, that posture an average man would probably sette into with a smile and a satisfied expression afterwards! But then again, Angel and smiling don't get along so he's just, neutral? "not really, if that didn't interrupt any plan of yours it surely didn't alter any of mine!" he exclaims, casting a glance at the abovementioned broken nose "but well, broken noses are a pain in more than the literal sense of the word..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Thank you, Angel." Morrigan tells him. "Is that your real name?" she asks him curiously. "I'm sure it probably is, but I was curious. I know some people like to use different identities." she chuckles. "I don't have work to do this evening, so it seems like we have the evening to ourselves." she smiles. "I'd take the broken nose over being dead though." she points out. "So is there anything you like to do when you aren't working?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods, then shakes his head, only to nod again "well, yes and no... I, ehm, lets just say Angel has been my name for long enough now to be considered as my true name..." he answers, maybe diplomatically? And then here it comes, another question he's not prepared to! He should really train in socializing "uhm, I..." he pauses, for a moment truly thinking of something. Then sighs, going at least for a partial truth "I usually don't really have that lots of time when I don't work... I, train, or read, or study, or work, to be honest... Hobbies, well, I might be boring but, I don't even think I have any" unless training with swords, knives, and lots of martial arts is a hobby 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan nods to that, "I can live with that then." she murmurs. Or well, she doesn't pry and ask him what his actual name is. She wasn't going to piss him off. "What do you train in?" she asks curiously as she leans forward a bit. "I don't have a lot of hobbies either. Work kind of takes a good chunk of my time, then follow that with other stuff it's...hard." she frowns. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel's lips twitch upwards, it looks like he's going to smile, it's almost like with a bit more effort he would! But he doesn't. "well I found someone that understands me then!" he exclaims however, looking at the doctor sitting next to him "generally speaking, I train in how to deal with those vampires and demons that would gladly turn a human into a meal, a sacrifice, or a piece of furniture... So, well, that includes several martial arts, and the handling of sharp or blunt objects that could be used in self defense." he admits, giving away part of his life 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I mean, it kind of sucks that I don't have more free time. I'd like to get out more. Maybe find someone to date. Things like that." Morrigan chuckles. "I understand your situation though, yes." she murmurs. Then she perks up a bit, "Swords?" she asks him hopefully. "A friend said I should learn how to protect myself, but, I'm not sure what the best thing is for me." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' She managed, Morrigan managed again somehow to pull a sort of chuckle out of Angel, whose mind is thinking about what would really happen if he were to be involved in a true date! The world would be sorry for sure! At least, if true happiness came into play... "I totally share that, I'd be very glad to have more free time, to go out, to date, and do all the stuff people do..." and not feel sorry for the lots of cruel things he did, of course. Then he nods at the mentioning of swords "swords too, yes, they're actually my favourite. And, I don't know, you hu, you people now aday seem to like guns quite a lot and, well, they're even more concealable than a broadsword, or a longsword... But then, martial arts are always nice to know, for self defense" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan smiles when he sort of chuckles, she figured he wasn't the kind to laugh a lot. If at all. "Maybe you'll get a free day or something between investigations. It'll be a good thing." she nods to that. "You ever thought about teaching? I'd love to pick up some sort of training in martial arts or swords. I'm not much of a gun person. I think it's due to how many times I've had blood splattered on my face from someone else being shot." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel considers the idea of teaching, the idea of teaching Morrigan as well, and gives an affirmative nod "well, I never really tought about teaching before, but, if you want, we could train together and I could help you learn some self defense." he offers, tilting his head slightly forward, waiting for an answer. "oh, well I'd like that to happen, yes" a free day? A free day to do stuff? Awesome, paradise even! But then, till there'll be demons to hunt, free days will be a thing unlikely to happen. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a smile, "Sure. I think we can work together on that." she tells him. "And maybe you should try to fit a free night into your schedule. Doesn't have to be a weekly thing, but taking a break means you won't go mad." she admits. Then she gets up to fix herself a drink getting him one if he wants. She then returns to tell him about what she found out about her father, which was a lot of NOTHING. 
}}

6449/A Regular Sunday Night

2019-07-10T00:49:28Z

The Morrigan:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/11
|Location=Some Italian Place
|Synopsis=Morrigan takes a break for dinner and meets Jackie who doesn't like eating alone.
|Cast of Characters=228,1410
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had decided to take a break and head down the street to grab a bite to eat. Italian never got old for the Doctor. New York cold was no joke, so the woman is wearing her long black wool coat over her jeans and long sleeve shirt. There's a pair of well worn boots on her feet. She shakes her hair out a bit once she comes in the door of the eatery and gives a wave to the hostess, "I just have an order for pick up." she tells her. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie Estacado (1410)}} has posed:''' It'd be cliche to think Jackie only ever eats Italian food, but today he was in the mood for something classically Italian. Slipping in behind Morrigan he holds the door for her once she opens it and then waits for her to enter before following in behind. The long black over coat he wears over his black suit is slid off and folded over one arm. Nodding to Morrigan he hears she is picking up food and gives her a slight shake of the head. "You really should eat in. Good Italian food should be enjoyed right when it is read. Not after being lugged out into the cold." Smiling he adds, "Come on, sit with me." Without waiting to see if she follows he motions for the hostess to lead them to his regular table. Its a corner booth that faces the restaurant giving them a view of the whole place while providing a quiet place to enjoy the food. The jacket is handed off to the hostess and turning Jackie motions to toward the booth to let his guest slide in if she ended up following him. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a look as the door is held, "Thank you." she offers with a smile to Jackie. Though his invitation is a bit of a surprise and it takes her just a minute to process it. "I guess I'm eating in." she looks to the hostess. She then shrugs out of her coat and hurries after the man. "I'm not really dressed for dinner. Apologies on that." she tells him once she's caught up. "Thanks for the invitation though. I didn't really want to eat back at my office." Morrigan tells him as she looks to him. She settles into a seat at the booth and then looks to him. "I'm guessing you're a regular?" she asks with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie Estacado (1410)}} has posed:''' Waiting for Morrigan to take seat, Jackie unbuttons the single button of his suit coat before slipping into the booth beside her. Settling in he gives a nod and says, "You are welcome. I have to admit that I hate eating alone so this seems to work out for the both of us." Smiling he offers his hand adding, "I'm Jackie. Regular and lover of Italian food." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Mo gives a look to him as he unbuttons the jacket and she smiles, "Well, that's fortuitous then." she agrees. Then she offers her hand across the table, "I'm Morrigan McFerrain. I work down at Mount Sinai." she tells him. "And good to know there's another regular about. I'm in here about once a week." she admits to that. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie Estacado (1410)}} has posed:''' Shaking the offered hand with a polite squeeze, Jackie orders wine for the table as the hostess brings food to the table. Its the order she had put in to go as well as his regular order along with bread and salad. Settling in with a glass of wine the dark haired man looks over the food and the table before looking back to Mo. "Once a week? We should do this more often." A wink follows before he asks, "What do you do out at Mount Sinai? If you don't mind me asking?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's hand gives his a shake as well, "It's nice to meet you, Jackie." she tells him with a smile. Then she settles her hands in her lap when food arrives. Though the wink is caught and she blushes just a touch, "Sure, just let me know when you're going to be in." she teases him. She takes a sip of her wine and then she shakes her head, "I don't mind. I'm a Doctor of Pathology. I focus in Hematology more specifically." she offers. "And you? What do you do for work?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie Estacado (1410)}} has posed:''' "Pathology? Nice... So smart." There is a smile as Jackie reaches into his pocket to hand over a simple card with his name and number. "Anytime you want to meet up here give me a call." Just then the hostess comes over and says there is a call for him in the back. Nodding he stands and says, "I'll cover the bill, sorry work is calling... but call me, yeah?" 
}}

8235/Swords & Sorcery

2019-07-09T22:21:57Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/07/09 |Location=Abandoned Warehouse near the docks. |Synopsis=Morrigan's searching for signs of her father when Deathstroke finds his next tar..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/09
|Location=Abandoned Warehouse near the docks.
|Synopsis=Morrigan's searching for signs of her father when Deathstroke finds his next target.
|Cast of Characters=228,308
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan didn't really know why she'd decided to follow a sign that her father was back in town, but there she was down at an abandoned dock yard standing in the dark and just waiting for something. She's in jeans, boots and an older coat that she didn't mind getting dirty in case things. The dock was known among the gangs of New York and other organizations. It was a bad place. There had been plenty of bodies that had been found here, most belonging to people that others wouldn't miss. What was apparent was that there was no sign of a vampire here. Well, other than the half vampire hiding in the warehouse. 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' Deathstroke has a target, and even better, this is one of those times when he has been asked to make it known it was him to do the job. That means that, even if maybe not the police, surely the gang of the target will learn not to triffle with, well, whoever hired Deathstroke this time. And so it is that a group of five men approaches the warehouse, one of the many maybe, but in this case, it could very well be the one where a certain half vampire is hidden. All five look definitely hispanic, all five dressed in what could be called modern gangster style complete with chains and tasteless colors. All of them have at least a pistol, at least that's what protrudes from the right pockets of their pants, and they're talking in an english with a heavy spanish accent. "And that happened, Jose, cause you are a huge, big, fat, lazy, idiot!" "callate tu maricón, if it wasn't for me you'd be behind bars now, maybe sucking some cops to get out like you always do, hm?" two of them are arguing quite heavily, a third one trying, and failing, to put a word in from time to time. It is the fourth one that manages, by placing a hand on the shoulders of the two arguing ones and shouting "shut, the fuck, up, you two, or I swear on my mother I'm going to use one of you to beat the other to death, then throw him into the river after filling it with lead!" thing that is incredibly succesful in turning both of the arguing ones against him "and then who's going to explain that to the boss eh, will it be y..." Unfortunately though, he never manages to finish the sentence, and that's because right now, protruding from his throat, there's the handle of a throwing knife. A muffled sound is what announces the falling of a human shape, someone that lands lightly on his feet not too far from the group, someone wearing a black and orange armour and carrying on him so many weapons that it looks like he robbed a weapon store, then took all the merchandise, and threw it on his back. A couple of swords' hilts are visible on his shoulders, as well as the butt of an assault rifle. Bandoliers with ammunitions and throwing knives crisscross his chest, and on his belt, pouches and other knives can be seen, as well as holsters holding a couple of pistols. The lense covering his only eye is currently pointed on a second ganger, and the remaining four guys didn't even have the time to realize what's happening before another knife spins into the air and buries itself in the eye of another gangster, bringing their numbers to 3. And Deathstroke has another knife in hand, almost ready to throw it too. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' When the sound of voices drift closer Morrigan decides it's time to move a bit closer to the door, but she keeps behind the wooden crates that are stored in the place. It wasn't really abandoned for the criminal types. The redhead kind of wishes she'd booked it before now. One of the remaining three manages to spin around and slide open the door to the warehouse which triggers the lights coming on. Brightening up the whole area. He abandons the other two in a bid to save himself. Morrigan's bright violet gaze dares to peek over a crate to see what is going on and she finds herself staring at the guy in the armor. She knew that armor from somewhere... Then there's the sound of guns firing. Probably at Deathstroke, aka 'Weaponstore'. 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' One of the men is trying to run, or at least to save himself by entering the warehouse, that means that Deathstroke now has to choose between two targets, and it is by jumping to the right, and then standing up in a roll, that he avoids at least two gunshots. Then he throws the knife, and it leaves his hand to then stick itself in the heart of another gangster. The fourt one is dealt with in a very similar way, with another quick knife thrown into his eye, after another gunshot that Deathstroke just absorbs with the kevlar reinforcements of his armour. There's a last one left, or so he thinks, but before that he kneels next to each body to recover the knives, sheathing them in the bandolier before running into the warehouse, slamming the door closed behind him. "come out and I promise you will survive, for today..." the man says, a calm robotic voice coming out from his helmet. He's still not aware there's someone else, though. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's in the middle of having a panic attack over the door closing when she looks up to realize that she's not the only one that's taken refuge behind the crates. "Fuck." she murmurs. She realizes the man right before he notices her. And that's probably bad for Morrigan. The man rushes Morrigan and for a moment the woman pales way past what should be normal, those eyes of hers actually glow for a moment as she gets toppled over and there's a scuffle as the gang banger decides that she /has/ to be there with Deathstroke. "I'm going to kill one of you!" he shouts. 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' Deathstroke stops on his tracks, his hears listening to every sound, his suit's sensors helping him to identify the location of the last man. But this is unnecessary as he rushes, another one? Another someone that is not on Deathstroke's list, at least! "you know who I am, Kid, and I swear to you, if you touch that person, I am going to make your death such a painful experience that hell wil look like a holiday resort to you..." he says, calmly, his right hand quietly drawing a silenced pistol from his belt. Then he moves, lifting the gun and aiming where he eard the man's voice. THe next thing to do would be to better aim if the man is in sight, or to move with extremely quiet steps in the direction of the crate the man is hiding behind with Morrigan. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a shove to the man when he grabs onto her and that doesn't seem to do anything. She's not really going to go out without a fight and she scratches her nails against his face which just sends him into a far more pissed off state. Causing him to punch her in the face. There's the sound of something snapping. The ganger pulls a gun, "I'm not scared of you. Wearing that mask you just sound like some carnival freak!" the man calls out in defiance as he grabs Morrigan by the back of the coat and drags her out from cover. Yeah, that's a broken nose she has, but she seems to be breathing still, despite looking pissed off! 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' Deathstroke smiles, even if it is hidden behind his mask "well, I seriously had plans to leave you alive to tell people what happened, but..." he shrugs, considering the situation. If he's pulling Morrigan out of cover, that means he's moving out of cover himself, and if he is not pointing a gun at her head, then he has enough time, or should have enough time, to quickly move to the side, enough to get a clear aiming line on the man. Then he lifts his pistol, quickly, using all the speed that his enhanced physique allows him to get, and tries to squeeze the trigger, sending a bullet that should not even touch Morrigan herself, but bury itself into the man's head. The side effect, for Morrigan herself, would just be having someone's head hit by a bullet not that far from her, probably! 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I mean, nothing says we can't just call it a draw and kill the bitch." the ganger tells him. Yep. He was a great guy. Morrigan elbows the man in the side, but he just grunts. He doesn't have enough time to dodge a bullet and the man falls backwards with a heavy 'thud' after his head exploded slightly. Morrigan jumps when she hears the bullet, but she doesn't have any holes in her so this is a plus. Minus the sudden spray of blood and gore. She gives a look to the dead man and then to Deathstroke, "I..." she tries to talk. "Frank? That's not you in there is it?" she asks in a shakey voice. She was in shock. Wasn't anyway to hide it. 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' Deathstroke quietly reholsters his gun, starting to walk in the direction of the dead man, without checking if he hit Morrigan or not. He calculated the shot, he knows he didn't hit her, and she's still breathing isn't she? But then, when he ears her talking to him, he raises his left shoulder, and shakes his head "I don't know who, Frank is, so I am definitely not him." he states, his voice again coming out a littlebit garbled from his helmet as he kneels next to the body, turning him around and lifting his shirt to peek at a sixpointed star tattoo on the small of his back. Then he stands, and turning off the audio output of his helmet, he just says "kill confirmed" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives another look down to the dead man and then to Deathstroke, "Noted." she tells him when he says he's not Frank. "Punisher. Guy that wears the skull." she murmurs as she wipes some of the blood off with her sleeve. Then she looks to the door that was shut now and takes a few steps towards it. Alright, she wasn't on the 'kill list'. Not yet at least. Then she stops, "Thanks." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' Deathstroke shrugs again, shaking his helmeted head and turning on the audio output again so to be able to speak with the outside world "ah, that Frank." he speaks in a quite neutral tone, not disclosing any thoughts on the matter. However he stands, straightening himself and aiming his lense at Morrigan herself "what're you thanking me for?" he asks, tilting his head 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod, yes, that Frank. When he stands the woman backs up just a few steps towards the door, "For not blowing my head off." she tells him. Of course someone should thank him. "Can I go? I...didn't see anything. Don't know what happened here. Just going to go home and take a shower and sleep." she nods to this. Because she didn't want to end up dead. And she was good at not telling the cops stuff about mass deaths. 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' Deathstroke nods in understanding at the woman "noone paid to have your head blown off, you just were in the wrong place at the wrong time." he admits, starting to walk towards the door too, probably even walking past Morrigan unless she precedes him. "ah don't worry about that, everyone knows I kill people, it's not a big deal if someone learns of it. It could even be relatively fun to get someone to try stopping me again" a dry, robotic chuckle can be eard then, obviously Deathstroke is mildly amused by the idea! "anyways, try not to get stabbed or shot in the next 24 hours, or you'd waste my saving your life." and that said, he opens the door, just walking outside the warehouse. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to that, "Yeah, it was really stupid for me to come out here." she admits. Then she's watching him and there's a curiousness to her gaze. Then a confusion, "I don't think I know you...or well...whatever you go by." she tells him. Then there's a chuckle, "Yeah, I'm not planning on trying to get murdered on a daily basis. Need to go back to the hospital and finish work tomorrow, so no dying for me." she muses as she starts to head for the door as well. 

:'''{{#var:308|Deathstroke (308)}} has posed:''' Deathstroke stops on his tracks, turning to gaze at the woman, the lense covering his eye sliding away to reveal an ice blue eye that looks directly at Morrigan. "Deathstroke, at your service... For a price, of course." he states, the lense sliding back in place as he turns, bends his knees, and jumps on the roof of the warehouse! Probably helped by the grappling hook that he just shot upwards. At least Morrigan has a name to research on if she wants, and details about him are not at all difficult to find, looking in the right places! 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't move another inch when he stops. Because she was really worried he was going to change his mind and put a bullet in her. The eye makes her shiver just a touch, but she relaxes a bit, "I'm Morrigan." she tells him. Deathstroke and an Irish goddess of war and death was a coincidence. She gives a look up when he goes bounding off to the roof and there's a pout, "All these guys have cool toys." she mutters as she takes her broken nose and bloody face in the direction of her car and home to a shower. Brain matter in the hair was GROSS! 
}}

8184/Back In Amnesty Bay

2019-07-05T21:59:19Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/07/05 |Location=Amnesty Bay |Synopsis=Morrigan goes back to one of the places she first visited with Jason and runs into a God. |Cast of Chara..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/05
|Location=Amnesty Bay
|Synopsis=Morrigan goes back to one of the places she first visited with Jason and runs into a God.
|Cast of Characters=228,6995
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan was taking a small vacation. Etrigan was off doing whatever he was prone to do every few months. He again didn't tell her of his departure and that left the woman a bit worried about her friend. She'd decided to visit old places instead of sitting around and worrying. The Immortal was probably quite adept at not being murdered. And she was a squishy human hybrid. So she was guessing he was in a better situation. She'd forgotten the number one rule of her daily routine. Her Solis had not been injected prior to leaving the little bed and breakfast she'd checked into. She wasn't too concerned with the sun though. If she felt weak she'd take a break. Her sandaled feet lead her to a familiar destination. A path leads down the cliffside to a cavern that's tucked back from the beach. You'd have to know it was there to find it. And it was what she'd investigated the last time she was here. The day is a warm one and the smell of the sea is comforting at the moment, but there's a darkness that some can feel. And that cavern is where it comes from. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon was investigating an anomaly, something that was caught by his magical senses during one of the sweeps of the oceanic area. It wasn't at all difficult to locate the source of that, quite odd feeling, and fortunately not hard to just teleport there... He is in his natural form, so a tall man with an ageless face, white shoulder-lenght hair, and wearing a scaled sea-green armour with a golden cloak hanging from his shoulders. And right now he is just standing there, motionless, in the middle of the same cave Morrigan herself is approaching. And his senses are literally in overdrive, receiving magical signatures from several places, without being exactly able to identify them, so far... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan was standing there, getting ready to venture into the cavern. She wasn't really dressed for exploration, but it was a comfortable summer dress and it was a beautiful day out. She was alone on the beach for a moment and then...BAM! The violet eyed woman has to do a double take of the man that just blinks into existence. She looks to the mouth of the cavern and then back to the main in the golden cloak, "Hello." she gives a nod of greeting to him. "You...wouldn't happen to know Arthur, would you?" she asks him. Arthur as in Aquaman. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon turns on the spot, his eyes peering at the woman who just arrived, and there he raises an eyebrow "I think on this Earth, there are at least tousands of Arthurs, you know, since that one that drew that sword from the ground and became a great king, that's a pretty popular name..." he replies, after all how can he know that she's referring just to Aquaman? "If you are talking about the one who I lent my trident to, yes, of course I know him..." he adds then, maybe at least trying to guess who's the Arthur she's mentioning. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a laugh, "Yes, that was the wrong way to phrase that question. Apologies." she tells the man. "Not King Arthur of Camelot, but I have a friend that knew him." she shakes her head to that. It was odd how much her life was changing. Then there's a smile, "Trident hmm? Now that sounds like the one I was referring to." she nods. Then she turns to look at him, her overly intelligent gaze taking in the armor and the regal figure, "You wouldn't happen to be Poseidon, would you?" she asks him curiously. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon hmms thoughtfully, his eyes examining the woman from head to feet, and then back up to lock on her face. Then he nods, letting his arms rest along his sides "It so happens that I am Poseidon, yes... And who would you be?" he asks, crossing his arms on his chest now, the golden cloak moving only a bit behind him 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a little smile to him, "Do you feel it too, this place is a little off." she tells him. But if he was a God he probably knew that. "I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. It's nice to meet you." she states to that. "The last time I was here it was still cold and it didn't feel like this. Even though the sun is out and it's pleasant, when you get close there's something that gives you the chills." she tells him. "Or well, it might give humans the chills." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon nods at the introduction, then uncrosses his arms, and bows at the woman "well, nice to meet you doctor, as you know I am Poseidon..." he is even so kind to omit all the titles, or he'd end introducing himself tomorrow! Poseidon glances around, taking in his surroundings with a thoughtful expression "well, I feel it too... And it's strange, not like there's something actually magical, it's more like an echo of something, if I'm not wrong? Like a place that has seen something, not that pleasant..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan didn't seem like much, but would normal humans be able to tell this place was weird. She gives a look to Poseidon. "Would you like to go in?" she asks him. "I don't think there was anything bad, so much as it was creepy." she admits. "I visited here once before with a friend and he said there might have been sacrifices in the past. There was the smell of old blood." she states. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon glances at the entrance of the cavern, then at the woman, and finally nods. "of course..." he says, and then nods again "sacrifices might explain this, sensation, yes... It surely is nothing good, and so nothing good will come out of it if we just leave it like this." he shrugs, then turns, the cloak flowing around him as he starts to proceed into the cavern itself. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a look to the man and there's a nod of agreement, "Well we'll see if anything jumps out. I'm not heavy in knowledge when it comes to Atlantean things." she admits as she follows after the man. "We explored about as far as the first antechamber and then I was told we might want to leave. And with the smell of old blood I can only imagine that it's filled with some bad memories. And the pool there didn't seem to be filled with water when it was filled." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon raises an eyebrow, turning to glance at Morrigan "atlantean? You mean this place is linked to the atlanteans? YOu know it's not like only atlantean linked things are associable with sacrifices..." he says, but then continues to proceed. And just to be sure, and hopefully helpful, he summons a magical globe of light above his head, so to provide perfect elumination to both his and Morrigan's surroundings. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'm not sure if it is Atlantean. Seemed like it might be the first place to see about." Morrigan admits. "But it could be an entirely different thing." she states with a bit of a shrug. "I'm not an expert. And I wasn't really sure I'd be back this soon to see things." she adds. She gives a look up to the light and there's a grateful look given to the man, "Thank you for that." she tells him quietly. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon nods and shrugs "well, atlantean stuff are underwater usually, that's another thing to consider... But then again, I never exclude a possibility..." he just smiles at the thanking about the light, then keeps walking, his senses on high alert, his every muscle ready to face every eventual danger, magic at the ready on his fingertips and lips too... And he'll probably stay like that until arriving at least at the first antechamber 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to him, "That would make more sense." she admits as the travel down the way towards the first chamber. It's an uneventful trip really. The light shines on the room when the ball finds it's way past the entrance. There is a place in the center of the room that's like a pool. There are four columns that surround it and they have sigils of some sort down them. There's definitely the heavy feeling of something bad that's happened, but it was ages ago. When the water used to travel down the very walkway that they used to get here. Something had changed about the place though over the years, changing it from a used place to one that was long forgotten. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon studies the place with a careful gaze, the ball of light brightening to cast its light on every shadow, dissipating them easily. He approaches the pool, and extending his right hand, a magical glow starts to emanate from Poseidon's body, quickly expanding, encompassing all the room, trying to subtly analyze and reveal eventual traces of magic. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan heads over towards the pool and there's a bit of a look around, just seeing how things had changed over the past few months. There's been no water in the room for a long time, but the smell of old death lingered for those that could sense it. The magic was something that had been more ritualistic in the olden days. Sacrifices to the gods to ensure that there was a good fishing season. That's easy for the God of the Oceans to pick up. "Anything popping up?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon focuses on the magic, letting it permeate every corner of the room and relay back informations to him. "yes, it looks like you were right. This was a sacrificial place, where people, well, sacrificed to the gods..." he lets the magic fade, all but the globe of light "well, to us I suppose I should say... And I should feel personally involved since part of the reasons was getting better fishing seasons too, so..." he shrugs "but apparently they went too far with the sacrifices or something, and I don't know why I didn't just obliterate them, I honestly don't remember..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan turns to give him a look, "I'll let my friend know that is what happened here then." she tells him. Then she gives him a bit of a softer look, "Just because you are a God doesn't mean that you can have a handle on what every human decides to do. And some people were very misinformed with how to do things sometimes." she states with a look around. "I think this is the only chamber that's not caved in. So we can't go back further. Not sure I want to know what's deeper." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon nods, a quite sad expression crossing his face for a moment "I know, but still, I sometimes feel responsible for what some idiots did in my name, or in the name of some of my brothers, well..." he shrugs, glancing around again before aiming a smile at Morrigan "but thanks for the words. As for the caveins, well" he actually chuckles now "I am a god, Morrigan, I can probably move all the rubble away... But maybe the explorations can be for another day, right now, I think we should return to the surface..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the God and there's a bit of a softer smile, "Anytime. Not every day I get to talk to a God." she admits with a bit of nod to that. Then there's a look around and then back to him, "I think returning to the surface is a lovely idea. And I'm sure that we could find others if they want to explore." she admits. "Or I'd be happy to come back sometime." she adds as she heads towards the exit of the chamber. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon Follows Morrigan to the exit "well gods now aday don't exactly walk around, even because most of them retired, since you mortals don't believe in us anymore... Or at least, never pray to us, so..." he shrugs, letting the globe of light dissipate slowly while natural light provides now visibility, since they're approaching the exit. "well if you ever want my help while visiting this place again, you know how to find me... Pray, and I'll get here" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives him a chuckle, "I've not had much of an experience with Gods. Just a few minor dieties I should say. And I'm not sure living in New York I should pray for an ocean to appear." she winks at him. "But if I get back this way on the coast and you don't mind someone calling on you I'll do that." she nods to him. "Don't want to annoy any of the gods, really." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:6995|Poseidon (6995)}} has posed:''' Poseidon chuckles in light amusement "new york is not that far from water, you know I'm not only the god of oceans... And then don't worry, most of my days lately are pretty boring" he admits, now finally probably close to the cavern's exit "well anyways, I think I must go now... I trust you'll be safe on your way to home, hm?" he says, looking at the woman with a soft smile "till our next meeting then, doctor!" and then he bows, and in a flash of light, he's gone. 
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8042/Do You Know Mister Blackthorne

2019-06-24T23:00:00Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/06/24 |Location=The Hyperion Hotel |Synopsis=Angel and Morrigan meet over a shared connection and start a plan to rid the world of her father...."

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|Location=The Hyperion Hotel
|Synopsis=Angel and Morrigan meet over a shared connection and start a plan to rid the world of her father.
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had actually managed to hunt down someone that had information about her father. And they were staying at the Hyperion. So that's what brings the Irish woman to the area tonight. She's dressed in a finely tailored violet colored business dress and she's carrying her usual traveling bag. There's a moment taken to look down at the card that has the address on it and then back up to the building, "Well this has to be it." she murmurs to herself as she digs into her bag, she manages to knock loose an envelope that was black and inscribed with an elegant script, gold-toned and florid. She doesn't seem to catch it as she heads for the building. Maybe it's the darkness or maybe it's that she's distracted. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel is returning to the hotel too, after running some errands, and so he approaches his own structure from the same direction that Morrigan is coming from. The difference, probably, is that he moves quietly, not really on purpose, but still he almost seems to blend with the various shadows that the few streetlamps cast on the sidewalks, his steps almost inaudible. Surely his outfit helps, with a black pair of shoes, black pants, a black and silk shirt with silver buttons and nothing more apart from a leather belt wrapped around his waist. He notices someone heading in the direction of the hotel but doesn't rush to meet them, however, is there something that just fell from their bag? He tries to retrieve the letter, picking up his pace to reach the owner, probably to hand it back... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's red hair gets pushed back as she approaches the doors to the hotel and there's a moment she has second thoughts on the whole situation. She'd already been mauled and she wasn't sure if there was going to be a happy ending to that situation. On the outside to bystanders she looks a bit, worried. And for good reasons. "Come on Morrigan you're braver than this." she whispers to herself as she steps off to the side, not wanting to block the way to the doors. That's when her violet gaze manages to catch sight of the man that was behind her. "Apologies, I didn't hear you." she states loud enough to where he can hear her. There's just the hint of an accent to her voice. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel inhales quietly, picking Morrigan's scent, and then scans her from top to bottom with his eyes, while approaching. His right hand moves forward, holding the letter, trying to hand it to her "it happens, but you lost this anyways!" he explains. Then he glances again at her, now himself in full view under a light casting its lighting over the entrance of the hotel "are you looking for someone, miss?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives him a brilliant smile, showing those sharp incisors of hers. But she doesn't really register as a vampire. When she sees the black envelope she gives a look down to her purse and then his hands, "I can't believe I dropped that." she tells him as she reaches out to take it with nimble fingers. "Thank you. I'd have been mad at myself for losing that later." she tells him as she places Mister Blood's letter back in her purse. Then she looks to the hotel, then back to him, "I am, yes. Just meeting someone for information really." she tells him. "I'm Morrigan." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel just nods, his hand releasing the envelope "well as I said it happens. Fortunately, it was here, where it could be easily found" then he extends his right hand in Morrigan's direction "Angel, a pleasure to meet you!" he introduces himself, waiting for an eventual handshake before withdrawing the hand and fishing into a pocket for his keyring, sliding one into the main door's lock "well then, come inside I suppose..." he unlocks the door and opens it wide, flicking the lights on" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a smile, "Thank you." she tells him. Then she takes his hand and gives a shake, "Nice to meet you, Angel." she states with another smile. Then she's stepping back to allow the door to be opened, "Oh, you own this place?" she asks him. She steps inside and there's a look around, "Well, now I'm hoping I didn't get a bad address, but if so I at least get to talk to someone new." she muses as she puts the card back in her purse. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel waits for the woman to walk in, before closing the door again and just walking to one of the couches in the hotel's main hall. The structure is, decadent to say the least if seen from outside, and inside it is a bit better, but it shows that not many people live here anymore, maybe just him. "it's mine yes, and, well, unless you're looking for a ghost..." he says "the only person that you will probably find in here is me, or one of my assistants... Who're you looking for anyways, if I may ask?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks around and there's a bit of a frown when he asks who she's looking for, "Well, if there's no one else here then I'm definitely getting ghosted." she seems a bit miffed about that. "Someone had information about a person I've been looking for. Wanting to make a peaceful end to things with them." she admits as she looks back to Angel. "The name I was given was Garrett? Occultist and I guess a bit of a vampire tracker." she shrugs as she stuffs the card into her bag. "So you own a hotel but it's not open to the public and you have assistants. Are you a blossoming crime lord or something." she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel sinks a bit deeper into the couch, gesturing at it and at various other couches "please feel free to make yourself comfortable." he just says, listening then to the name while his mind tries to elaborate what he knows about all the Garrets, surely the information he has at least about Garret's profession will help! He recalls names, and it almost seems like he's consulting his own mental guestbook of the hotel, then shrugs "looks like you're in the right place and in the wrong time. Garret, or at least a Garret that was an occultist and a bit of a vampire tracker, was here before the hotel closed, and that means, some decades ago..." he explains "right now, he's appily resting in one of the nearby graveyards, so I don't think he'll be of much help... As for my profession, I am not a crime lord, no, I am a private investigator though..." he pauses, then, looking at the woman a bit more carefully "and what do you need a vampire tracker for?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan moves to the couch he's seated on and takes a seat on it, giving them a bit of space though. She crosses one knee over the other and listens to him explain about Garrett and there's a bit of a headshake, "Great. Wonder why they gave me his name and this address." she muses. "Private Investigators are nice to know though. I had one on retainer, but he got a really heavy case load." she smiles. Then there's a look to him, her violet eyes studying his face, "Well, I'm looking for my father. Haven't seen him since he tore some poor person apart in Central Park and one of my acquaintences decided that shooting first was the best option." she sighs. Thanks Frank! 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel hmms thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, before returning his eyes on Morrigan herself "well, and is your father a vampire?" he bluntly asks, even if his expression remains quite neutral, it's not like vampires are that secret thing anymore, even if they're not even exactly widely known either. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to the man, "Yes, my father is a vampire and I'm half vampire. Though I really got the short end of the stick in that package given I got none of the benefits." she muses to that. "I seem to have made the most of it though. Keep running into Vampires all over the place." she admits. "Do you know anything about them?" she asks him as she looks at him curiously. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' "Something" Angel just answers the question, and if he actually was someone to smile, he surely would at least internally, she always meets vampires indeed it seems! "A lot of the cases I deal with have to do with, some, supernatural thing or another, vampires included..." he admits, drawing a small sigh "well then, who's your father? Informations about him might help me at least understand if I know him..." if it is on his huntlist, at least... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan is curious now what he /does/ know. But she doesn't outright ask him to spill the beans. "I met one recently, british I think. White blonde hair, really bad addiction to garlic. He's...an odd one." she muses about Spike. "He's got a werewolf for a friend. Seems to be the level headed one." she adds. Then there's a sigh, "My father's name is Lucian Blackthorne, seems to be a real piece of work, but he's not from Dracula's line as far as we can tell, or he didn't seem to know him." she admits. Lucian's almost definitely on a lot of Hunt lists. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel frowns, shaking his head slightly "Spike..." he mumbles, then frowns even a bit more if it is even possible "I will say, as far as I know, your father is not exactly on Santa's good boys list, hm?" and here he is, earing the name of someone he should indeed hunt, to put a stop to him and his vampiric evilness, or at least that's what he thinks, and talking to his daughter? Quite the moral dilemma, sometimes he almost regrets having a soul... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh you know him as well?" Morrigan chuckles. "Think he needs to umm...lay off the garlic." she admits. Then there's a quirk of one elegant eyebrow, "He's not on anyones good list from what I've gathered and given he almost killed me at the start of the year he's not on any lists for being good." she admits with a frown. "I just don't know how to get rid of him, maybe cutting his head off would do the job." she states as she sighs. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods in agreement "yes, well, Spike is, particular, to say the least..." he just says, sighing a bit and closing his eyes for half a second maybe to think, maybe to remember. "oh?" he raises an eyebrow, opening his eyes again and looking at Morrigan, it surely settles his moral dilemma if she wants him dead too! "well, cutting his head off, burning him, driving a stake through his heart... Killing a vampire is not that difficult, after all." he states, sitting himself a bit more straight "and on that, maybe, I could help..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "He reminds me of a really bad Billy Idol impersonator. But he's been nice when I've run across him. So it's not half bad I guess." Morrigan chuckles about Spike. Then she looks to Angel and there's a nod, "Yeah, he's been continuing to kill and I can't really let that continue. I'm a doctor, but he's not human so..." she wobbles her hand. "I don't want anyone else hurt over it and I figured asking a demon to murder him would be overkill." she states. And nobody wanted to deal with Etrigan really. "How could you help?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel hmms, and if there's an expression that could be considered close to a smile, that's what it appears on Angel's face right now, even if smiling would be definitely be overstating the facts... "he's a vampire, still without a soul, but with a chip in his head that stops him from making a mess of yo, of humans..." he just affirms, then turns slightly in Morrigan's direction "tracking your vampiric father, and then separating his head from his body, or shooting a wooden stake through his heart, of course..." he just affirms 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "So how do vampires get souls?" Morrigan asks him curiously. "And Spike has a chip in his head? I'll make a note of that in case he goes off the deep end." she admits. Then there's a bit of a smile, "Well, if you'd like to help and you know how to track him then I guess it would be better than me aimlessly trying it, but I'm not wanting someone to kill him for me, I can do that I'm sure of it." she states. "Which means I don't want anyone hurt over it." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Morrigan managed it, somehow, managed to pull a chuckle out of Angel's lips. "they usually don't, well, lets say, one out of a tousand vampires does? Maybe even out of more tousands? But that's cause of rituals, or curses, or cursed rituals..." he admits to the woman, "so not anything that will happen easily, I'm afraid... And for some vampires, I would say, getting a soul is as much a good thing as it is a horrible one... It is, hard, to get all of a sudden all the remorse and pain for centuries of slaughtering, you see..." he almost seems, introspective, on that last part, at least for the careful reader of human emotions. Anyways he quickly gets back on topic "you're a human, you just said, and killing a vampire, especially one like Lucian, is not exactly an easy task you know?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan watches him talk and there's a bit of a moment the overly intelligent woman puts two and two together, but she doesn't point it out. "Well, if a vampire did get a soul and they were murderous and blood thirsty prior to it I guess I could see them being crushed by remorse for a bit." she nods to that. "I'm a human hybrid. Or that's what I've come to calling myself. Dracula likes to call me an abomination. Says I shouldn't have been born like this." she shrugs. "Anyways, just because I'm weaker doesn't mean I want someone to kill for me. I don't mind help, but there's no reason for someone else to do it if I can't." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel shakes his head "the correct sentence would be, you don't mind help, but there's no reason for someone to do something for you if you can do it yourself. If you can't succeed in putting an end to your father's activities, then it makes sense that someone who can do such a thing could at least try..." he again turns his gaze to the ceiling, thinking, formulating ideas. "very well, Morrigan, I will help you track your father and, should we find him, I will assist you in dealing with him. But I can't in all conscience let you get hurt while trying to kill him alone, I don't know if you have the training to deal with a vampire, but I ensure you it is no t an easy task." he pauses, trying to decide what to say next, then he just spits it out "and I don't know you, or, I barely know you, but at least you seem like a nice person, so I could offer at least part of that training to you if you want it, and my personal help in fighting your father too, if you accept it. I, won't" he pauses again "I won't get hurt and if I will, well, it means it's my time..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' It was the Irish stubborness shining through. She got that in spades from her mother. "Alright, Angel. We'll get something going and hopefully neither of us will die horribly in a quest to rid the world of my dad." she tells him. "We'll probably have help along the way from one person or another, you don't mind others being about do you?" she asks him as she looks to him. "So what do you do in a huge place like this? Just keep it dusted daily?" she asks with an amused look. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel nods "I don't mind help, of course, as long as it is constructive help." he states. Casting a glance around the hotel, or at least the parts of it that are visible, he shakes his head "I just, well, yes I dust it, but I mainly use it as a base for my investigative agency" and a storeplace for books, weapons, and all he needs for his nightly activities of course, not that he could say it out loud. "I plan to make it into, well, a serviceable hotel too at some point, maybe at least open again part of it to the public, get a source of income apart from my investigative job... But" he shrugs "I should hire someone to repair and restructure a bit, I suppose" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I don't think it would be negative help, but I like to keep what few friends I do have in the loop." Morrigan admits. Then there's a look around the place and a smile, "Well, it has a lot of potential if you get it up and going. Should I retire from Mount Sinai I might see if you want some help in the hotel business." she muses. "And yeah, a handyman might be needed. And if you need a doctor to make house calls I can give you my card." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:219|Angel (219)}} has posed:''' Angel listens to the various informations offered, namely, her being a doctor, where she works, and the confirmation that indeed it would be good as an hotel if properly redecorated at least! It was a wonderful hotel too, back in the day, fancy, high class... And now, not too different from Angel himself, it's just a shadow. "I always accept cards" he says, pushing himself to stand from the couch "but I am afraid I will have to leave soon, I have something to attend to tonight..." he admits 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan slips her card case out of her bag and hands a card over to him, "I keep weird hours due to not being in agreement with the sun a lot, so if you need something at night, it's fine." she tells him. Then she stands after he does, smoothing her skirt with one hand and there's a smile to him, "I will take my leave as well. I have a dinner date that I should get to and if I don't show up he'll probably think I've been eaten by something." she muses. "It was nice to meet you, Angel." she tells him as she heads for the door. 
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7974/The Devil, You Know

2019-06-23T00:58:09Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/06/20 |Location=Morrigan's Apartment |Synopsis=Jason returns after a bit of time away and some things are talked. *Note: involves some kissing..."

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|Date of Scene=2019/06/20
|Location=Morrigan's Apartment
|Synopsis=Jason returns after a bit of time away and some things are talked. *Note: involves some kissing towards the end*
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood is prone to the melodramatic. He comes from an earlier age, after all, where flourish and presentation were the marks of class, prestige, power. Peasants weren't able to stage elaborate interactions with one another. They were too busy trying to survive. The envelope that drifts to land on Morrigan's balcony was black and inscribed with an elegant script, gold-toned and florid. The message was simple: Jason Blood is coming. Soon. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan lived across from Sanctum now and it was honestly easier to practice when she lived so close. She'd just settled her keys on the table that usually holds them. She was dressed in a simple, but well tailored black dress and her hair was braided back to hang just above her waist. Her violet gaze catches the envelope that drifts down and she moves over to go retrieve it from the balcony. She reads the note that's inside and there's a bit of a relieved sigh that's followed by a warm smile. She takes a moment to step back inside and there's a look to the door, was he going to use that or was he going to use some fancy powers to just blink into existence? She wasn't sure. So she heads back to the door to her place and opens it a little, poking her head out to see if she catches sight of him coming down the hall. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' This time, he decides just to approach, raising a hand in greeting as he steps towards her door. He has a tailored three piece suit, charcoal with a black cherry pinstripe. He has a set of flowers in hand, lilies and lavender, his shoes shining and crisp as he makes his way to greet her. "I could offer excuses for my long absence, but I suspect you understand. My time is, quite literally, not always my own. Affairs drew me...elsewhere for a time. But I'm pleased to see you still in good health," he says. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a laugh as she opens the door fully and steps just inside of the frame, "Well hello, stranger." she smiles to him. And he brought flowers, how could she feel any ill will when he did that? There's a look over him, assessing to see if he's been injured, but he doesn't seem to be. "I've come to find out that it's a trait of Wizards and Sorcerors. I'm not upset, more I was worried." she admits. "I know that's silly with what you can do." she adds. "Pretty good health. I admit you've missed some very amusing situations." she chuckles. "Please come in." she states with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "You seem much better acquainted already with the habits of wizards and sorcerors, for one," he says, stepping inside. A vase is summon easily enough to provide a home for the flowers. His red-brown hair is swept sharply back, the kiss of snow at his temple a lightning strike across the top of his scalp. "I'm always in the mood to be amused," he says. "I've patronized a few comedians in my day. And Dante. Dante was surprisingly funny in person. Not so much in print," he says. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Doctor Strange decided that I could learn some things from him. So I've been practicing a bit here and there. I thought he was going to have a coronary when I tried to use a squirt gun on a vampire." she chuckles. Yeah, that happened. "Seems that incident drew out the Punisher and a few others that night as well." she admits. The vase of flowers gets a look and there's a smile, "Thank you, they are lovely." she tells him. Then she looks to him and there's a bit of a chuckle, "Well, there was my father murdering people and then we confronted him. Got to meet Dracula and found that he really doesn't like half vampires except if your name is Mina." she muses. Then there's a moment she's quiet before she looks to him, "I figured I'd ask if it's alright to hug you before attempting it." she murmurs. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I haven't grown so foolish as to say no to a hug," he says. Odd, really, though their acquaintance was short, he'd grown rather fond of Morrigan. Perhaps because he didn't have many people in his life who accepted him as he was. "Dracula, if memory serves, isn't particularly known for his social skills. I hope you and the good Doctor taught him a proper lesson," he says. He's a bit unsure about encountering Strange himself - Blood's reputation is, of course, rather mixed and not all sorcerors find him a comforting presence. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan smiles to that as she steps over to wrap her arms around his frame and hug him. "I'm glad you're back in New York." she admits quietly. Then she's pulling back to look at him, her violet eyes curious, "Your memory is exactly right. He was not very pleasant. Which I didn't expect him to be." she admits. Though there's a bit of a chuckle, "Strange did not join me for the trip to uncover things about my father. So Dracula was a solo encounter." she states. "What did you do while you were away, or is that best not talked on?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood takes a seat, "Infernal politics, mostly. Etrigan's always...contending with others in his particular Hell. They have quite a bit of turmoil and he became...engaged with that enough to draw me into the fray here on Earth. Agents of different demons contending for the same cursed object, trying to open portals to nether realms, summoning hellbeasts that eat small villages. Nothing I haven't contended with in the past," he says. "I take it you've come more fully into your abilities, then?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan settles herself into a seat not far from him, "Would you like something to drink? I could make tea or something. Or break out something stronger." she chuckles. Then she quiets to listen to him and there's a bit of a nod, "Sounds like something that was dangerous, you aren't hurt are you?" she asks him. Then there's a shake of her head, "I don't have any powers it would appear. I can learn sorcery a bit easier than others, but other than that I won't have any special abilities from my half vampiric lineage, just an irritating relationship with the sun." she states. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood flashes a brief grin, "I never object to spirits, especially strong ones," he says. "Alas, your gift is one that requires work and study. My early studies were...less than pleasant, but then, so were most of my early teachers. Wizards in the middle ages tended to have a bit of a...foul temperament. What with the persecution and the demons and the occasional rampaging mob of villagers," he chuckles. "I'm not particularly fond of the sun myself, although not to the same degree. I'm just not a morning person." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod of her head to that, "Strong spirits coming right up." she states with a smile as she rises. Though she's still listening to him, "You mention wizards in the middle ages, was there a truth to Merlin?" she asks him curiously as she grabs a few crystal cut tumblers and a bottle of whiskey. She returns to the sitting area and pours them each a glass, his handed over first. "Rampaging villagers sounds like a scenario I wouldn't want to be in." she admits. Then there's a smile, "I'm glad neither of us are morning people then. For our own reasons." she winks at him as she sips her drink. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' He makes something of a face at the mention of Merlin, "There were several wizards who claimed that title. Some were worthy of their reputation. Some were...not. I'm afraid most of my dealings were with the latter. The Merlin I knew was...and I suppose, if he's out there, still is...among the worst bastards I've ever known in my near thousand years of life. A villain, a fiend, a trickster. Not surprisingly, also half-brother to my own fair demon," he says. "Night people are always the most fun," he says with a toothy grin. "I can't imagine going to bed before midnight. Might as well take out your teeth." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look and there's a bit of an 'ah' when he mentions there were several who claimed the title. "Talk about copy right infringement." she muses. Then there's a bit of a frown when he mentions that the Merlin that he kknew was a bastard. "Well, if he pops up somewhere in New York we'll hope he doesn't want to do something silly." she states. Then she smiles at him, "I tend to do a few hours a night at the lab and then come home. Hospitals can be creepy at night." she admits. "So now that you're back in town what are plans? Or just winging it until the next thing pops up?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood nods, "He liked to trade on the reputation of his more noble counterparts. Made it all the easier to do his dirty work," he says. "If he were to come here, I would know rather quickly. I hope," he says. "'Winging it' makes it sound so very...blase. My time is my own, at the moment, which means only that I need to find something to interest me, at my own leisure. I much prefer to choose my own activities than to have them forced upon me by foul circumstance," he says. "And, of course, I'm happier when I can choose my own company as well." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of an apologetic look at her wording, but there's a nod after that, "It's probably nice to not been at someone elses mercy. So I can understand wanting to do your own things." she states. "Does he take over for prolonged periods sometimes and you can't remember or do you remember what he does?" she asks him quietly. "If you don't want to answer that you don't have to. I was just curious on it." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' He takes a long sip of his drink, "Not as much as there used to be. There are...periods of my life that are lost. Some of them long. Not all of them are his fault," he admits. "He doesn't tend to do it much anymore because, if he does, he loses his leverage. And the balance of power shifts to me, where I don't have to let him out so very much. He doesn't like that. We have a complicated relationship," he says. "But you won't embarrass me. I'm far too old and far too jaded to be shy." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan watches him as he talks, her intelligent gaze noting a few things. "Complicated relations are sometimes the worst. But at least he hasn't gotten you killed." she points out. Then there's a thought, "At least you have died and been brought back." she looks at him carefully. Then there's a bit of an impish smile, "Oh so you don't embarrass easily. Good." she nods to this. "So were you still wanting to go to dinner? I know before you got pulled away be the world it was the plan." she states. "But if that's not an interest I will understand." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "Death is a relative term. I'm sure some of what I've been through would qualify as such by some definitions. But there's another saying about death and strange aeons. I've always found my way back," he says. "And dinner would be quite an excellent idea, I would think. You strike me as a woman of taste. I know an excellent steakhouse. I do enjoy watching a beautiful woman eat a fine cut of meat." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a look when he talks on Death and there's a smile, "It's good that you found your way back." she tells him. Then there's a bit of a chuckle, "Well, I'm glad that's not changed and I do like a good rare steak." she admits to that. Then she gives him a soft smile, "I find it sort of nice that you don't mind me poking at you with questions. I promise not to make them painful if there's more." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "Only way to enjoy them. We used to burn meat, once upon a time, always, just to make sure it didn't kill us. Well. Maybe not me," he chuckles, "One of the easiest ways to deal with a political enemy, in the days of knights and ladies, was to simply undercook your entree and excuse yourself from the table." "And no, I don't mind, I have...not had anyone to talk to in quite some time. Anyone who didn't hate me, anyway." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a squint at his words, "Note to self, if I am ever invited to your place for dinner and you excuse yourself that I might die from food poisoning." she muses. "The modern world is a bit less brutal than the times you grew up in I imagine." she states. Then there's a warm smile, "No, I don't hate you. I'm rather fond of you to be honest." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood takes another sip of his drink, "Well, that's far ahead of where I usually am with most. Being an immortal sorceror with a demon bound to your soul does tend to be something of a blow to one's social status. Plus, I can be an unpleasant bastard to people I don't care for. WHich, honestly, is most people." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him as he talks, "I guess I'm a unicorn then. Or I haven't done something to disgruntle you or the other half yet." she admits. "There were some things going on with the Mystic Arts while you were away. I'm not sure what the cause of it was or if it was ever taken care of." she states. "So when you aren't being an unpleasant bastard to people is there anything you like to do? Hobbies besides dealing with large frogs?" she asks him with a faint smile. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood considers, "Old books. Opera. The usual debauchery and moral decay that comes with centuries of life," he says in amusement. "I tried ships in a bottle, but I never really saw the point." "There's always something going on with the mystic arts. Unlike Strange and his ilk, I find comfort in the fact that none of it is actually my responsibility. Whether or not I involve myself is entirely at my discretion." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to his words, "Sounds like you've had some good times in the past." she chuckles. Though ships in a bottle make her smile, "I tried them when I was in medical school, but gave them up since my hands aren't steady enough. It's why I didn't become a surgeon. The shakes come on when the nerves are frazzled." she admits. She wasn't ashamed of it either. She was a double doctorate holder and didn't need to cut into people. "I think Strange is trying to make sure the newer students know that you have to pay something out when you do magic, or the powers that be get upset. I'm not sure what the difference is in all the magical traditions, so it's all above my paygrade at the moment." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood nods, "He's absolutely right. Of course, black magick approaches it a little differently. Sacrifices still just be made, you just tend to make sure that...other people are the ones doing the sacrificing," he says with a thin smile. "But I've paid plenty of my own time, in pain and blood and loss." "I've long since stopped becoming squeamish or...nervous about things, magic or mundane. So long as you're content with the choices you've made, that's the important thing." "Most traditions, honestly, are just a matter of egos and schools. Where you draw the power from. To bastardize a modern phrase: follow the mana." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan listens to him, taking mental notes. She was usually doing that. "Are you into the darker arts?" she asks him. "I sometimes feel like that can be turned into a long conversation with the wrong people. Like if you hurt someone with magic they might say that's dark." she admits. Though she gives him a bit of a smile, "With how old you are I can imagine that you've done it all as it is." she tells him. "I won't go digging for the darkest and most wicked things." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood considers for a moment and stands up, refreshing his drink liberally. "I have done some of the foulest things imaginable. Toyed with the darkest of arts. I do not do so anymore. Usually," he says. "But I do what I have to do to accomplish the tasks before me. I see no reason to remove something from my arsenal simply because someone else finds it difficult to swallow," he says. "Am I evil? I'm sure some would say so. Especially those who've come up short against me. I have a number of sins on my soul. But then, I am already bound to hell. I'm a little past earning brownie points." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan settles the glass down on the table and watches him as he stands. Though she listens to what the man speaks there's a bit of a frown when he talks on what he used to do. "If you aren't doing it all the time these days then I'd say that's a step up." she states. "And do people just assume by your past that you're not going to change much?" she asks him. "And I'm probably bias, because you've not been unkind to me since we met. You took my word on things and it was new." she tells him. "I'm sure if the other part of you was out we'd have a different discussion." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood turns and looks back over his shoulder, "He's not part of me. We are bound together but we are very, very different," he says. It's as close as he's been to cold. His hatred for Etrigan is evident in the brittle steel of his tone. "I like a bit of bias. There are many who remember the worst of me, who want to hold me accountable still. I don't blame them. But, at the same time, I see no need to slide my neck into the noose on their behalf. I've hanged before. It wasn't pleasant." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan shivers a little at the coldness, but that was understandable. She was sure the demon wasn't friendly. "I remember the last time you visited that you told me not to get on his radar. I'm still not going to try to. But if that does happen, what's the best scenario, just run?" she asks him. Then there's a chuckle as she stands and walks over to look out the window, "Tell them to stop living like it's a thousand years ago. Everyone has done something that was considered awful and I'm sure their hands aren't any cleaner." she snorts softly. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood looks at her for a long moment, "Yes. Although I'm not sure it would do any good. If you draw Etrigan's...attention...you should go to your teacher and warn him. There are limits to even what he can do. Demons are eternal things. At most he can be banished and even then...only for a time," he says. "And I'm sure many of them have much cleaner hands than I. But I cannot undo my past." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a glance to him, "If Etrigan is banished what happens to you?" she asks him quietly. "And I'm not sure what Doctor Strange can do, but I really don't want to test him or make him upset." she muses. "But, on another subject besides clean hands and demons. Do really old magic users have time for dates if they are asked on one?" she asks him as she looks out the window. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason considers, "I'm not sure. No one has ever managed it before. There is a chance I would be freed. There is a chance I would die. And there is a chance I would be dragged to hell with him," he says. At the direct question, he smiles, "This one does, at any rate. I might be a little rusty at it, mind you. But I'd be happy to give it a shot..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's nose scrunches up at his talk, she didn't like the dead or drug to hell choices. Those just were not things that sounded pleasant for anyone. "We'll hope that it's not the being drug to hell or dying part if it ever does happen." she tells him. Then she turns to look at him, giving him a smile, "Well, this is me asking you to go on a date. I can make arrangements if you like or you can tell me where you like to dine." she states. "Rusty's fine. I've not been on a date in years and the last guy that asked just vanished." she shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood tsks, "I'll try not to vanish and, if I do, you'll likely know why, at least. It won't have any thing to do with you, that's for certain. You're far too attractive and far too charming for me to be foolish enough to squander." "I am old-fashioned enough to think that I should be the one who pays, however. I have nearly limitless funds, so objections on that front will be ignored," he teases. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I know that you have big things to deal with and you'd at least know how to use a phone if something does come up." Morrigan admits with a smile. Though she chuckles softly, "I try my best." she tells him when he calls her attractive and charming. "Well I have no problems with money so I won't argue with you too much." she tells him. "I like that you bring flowers, I can't really enjoy long time in gardens and things of that nature. So it's nice to have them inside to look at." she tells him idly. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood takes note of that. Might be something he can do about that. He knows a few gardens that do well at night - and has the influence to get into a few of the others after hours. "I find beautiful things are always a good reminder. Art, flowers...women," he says with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, "They remind me that I am more than just a monster. THat I still have a soul, deep down inside. Withered and blackened though it may be." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan reaches out to take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze if he'll allow her to, "I'll try to help you remember that not everything is bad. If you're willing. I know that sometimes as we get older that we get set in our ways, so I'm not going to try to change you. I don't think that's good to do." she admits. "I don't have work tonight, so if you wanted to stay and talk over dinner or something that could be arranged." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood brings the hand up and, softly and perhaps a bit boldly, kisses the back of her hand, right around her knuckles, "I have no appointments in the last. I am, as they say, free as a bird. I think dinner, conversation and company...all of that sounds rather lovely to me," he says. "And I do still surprise myself now and then. Even after so many centuries. The ones who get too set in teh ways are the ones who can't handle immortality." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't seem displeased with the kissing of the back of her hand and there's a gentle smile that softens her features for a moment. "Excellent, though I admit ordering take out is going to be the way to go. Do you have a preference on anything or is that anathema?" she asks him. Then there's a look to him, "Well, hopefully I can surprise you as well down the line." she teases him softly. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood laughs and shakes his head, "THere's nothing particularly off-limits for me. I've found that, if you're getting delivery, Asian foods tend to be the best options in New York. Thai, Szechuan, Vietnamese...that sort of thing. I spent some interesting years in the Orient. It's a...complex place. Especially for magicians," he says. "And I think I would welcome any surprise you had to offer, Morrigan." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to that, "Thai it is then. And when it gets here I can tell you about when the Red Hood broke into my lab so I could run a test on his blood." she chuckles. "He promised to bring Thai back, or Italian. Seems like it was a bit ago now." she muses as she moves away from the window and over to take up her phone. "I promise there won't be any bad surprises or me trying to eat you." she tells him. "Maybe a little nibble." she grins as she dials the phone. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood grins and takes a seat again, "I am certainly not going to object to any nibbling. I have rather a large appetite myself," he teases. "We'll have to make sure we save room for dessert." "The Red Hood, eh? I feel vaguely familiar with that name from the news. One of that Gotham mob, right? I used to live in Gotham, once upon a time." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan flashes him a smile, she at least had fangs, not like they did much. "Well that's good to know." she tells him. She orders Thai like a pro, her job rarely left time for a lot of home cooking. So it was take out or sit down places. She gives a look up to him once the order is done and there's a nod, "Yeah, he's in Gotham. Visited Mount Sinai for a business call I guess." she chuckles. "Did you like Gotham?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood sips another glass of Scotch, lazily swirling the liquid in his glass, "I did, once upon a time. It was one of the most corrupt cities in the world. Likely still is, I imagine. You could buy anything for a price and nobody much tried to play savior. Of course, that was all before the Batman," he says. "I imagine it's still much the same, at heart, only with more cowering. And higher prices. Superheroes do have a habit of making the cost of doing business increase," he says. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan settles herself back into a seat on the couch and she watches Jason as he speaks on old Gotham. "Yeah, I think the latest news out of Gotham was that the Punisher shot up Arkham." she admits. "I mean, knowing what I do about Mister Castle it doesn't surprise me. He's a shoot first, shoot again and if it survives shoot it with something larger kind of guy." she chuckles. "Though he did manage to piss my father off. So that earned him a drink." she shakes her head. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood nods, "Luckily, I don't have much fear of bullets, but I do rather like that sort of old school approach. So many of the types in the capes these days seem so very...delicate. A little blood spilling is healthy, I think," he says. "Yes, your father. Is he still lurking in some way or do you feel like you've reached some sort of...detente?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Are you bulletproof or does magic kind of help with objects not hitting you?" Morrigan asks him. "And I lost a lot of blood at the start of the year, I'd like to make it to Halloween or Christmas before getting mangled again." she chuckles. Then there's a sigh, "My father is still a problem. I was going to see if Frank would help with it, but might need to just let him be and deal with him if he pops back up." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood shakes his head, "I just don't die particularly easily. They will hurt. I will heal, although not as rapidly as some. But I won't die from it. Etrigan, on the other hand, is...much less fragile than me. And more like to come out if I am weakened," he says. "Such is the way sometimes. Trying to solve everything, for good and for ever, can be very tiring," he says. He looks at her for a long moment and points to her mouth, "Can I...examine?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'll make a note that you're hard to kill. Just in case I get the urge to try." Morrigan tells him in a deadpan way, but there's a smile that betrays her. It's a joke. "I don't try to tangle with things that can murder me if they think on it." she tells him. Then there's a curious quirk of an eyebrow, "My teeth? Sure." she murmurs. "They don't do much really. I got the short end of the Dhampir stick from what I was told." she muses as she opens her mouth for Jason to look at. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood leans in and examines carefully, a hand slipping in to feel the point, "I've seen worse," he says. He lingers there for a moment, not quite drawing back, his mouth near hers but not pushing. Not yet. "I think I would much rather get along with you than waste time trading fisticuffs." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan is good and doesn't nip his finger when he touches her tooth, she waits until all is clear to speak, "Yeah, I think had things progressed or more blood happened they'd be something to worry about." she admits. Then she gives a smile as he talks on fisticuffs, "I'm not trained in anything martially, though I'm wanting to pick up swords at some point." she muses softly. Then there's a look to his face, a calculating moment before she leans in just a little, invading his personal space just a touch to place a soft kiss to his lips. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood welcomes it for a moment, his lips lingering against hers, letting his hand slide up and cradle the side of her jaw from where he'd been examining her sharpened teeth. He's not shy, not by any measure, just controlled, reciprocating without pushing. "I'm rather a good fencer myself. I could help you with that." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan isn't pushing for more at the moment and there's a soft smile that lingers on her lips when she pulls back to look to his eyes. "Is there anything that you haven't done, Jason?" she asks him in a soft tone. Being this close you didn't need to yell at people. "And I would love to learn if you don't mind teaching." she adds. "Honestly I think it would be safer if I had some kind of training mundanely as I'm sort of a novice where magic is concerned." she states with a sigh. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood lets his fingers twine with hers, keeping contact and not pushing her away. "Magic is never quite as reliable as your own hand. Even the demon usually prefers to punch things in the mouth," he smiles. "I'm sure there are things that I haven't done, but not many of them would likely be worth doing. I'm not very good at denying myself." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't move away from him, she just keeps close for the moment and enjoys his presence. "I think he's got me beat on punching strength really." she muses softly. "So sword training it is. I think that might be something fun." she nods to this. "And there are things that I haven't done, but would like to do. Problem is trying to do it during the day and having a meltdown if I'm out too long." she admits. "But that's a story for another time." she states. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I think we can find enough things to keep you occupied in the night, if we think hard enough," he says with an amused sparkle in his eye. "And yes, skill outmatches strength most of the time, in my experience. A deftly turned wrist can bypass even the most muscular defense," he says. He traces a finger idly along the palm of her hand, "I used to do palm-reading, but, frankly, most of its nonsense. I've only known one who could do it truly and she was...formidable in her own way." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' There's the faintest tinge of read that graces the crest of Morrigan's cheeks when she sees that amused sparkle in his eyes. "Well, I'm sure we can most definitely find things to do, yes." she tells him with a grin. She looks to the palm of her hand and there's a soft smile, "I would ask what mine says, but if I'm going to have a short life I think I'll find that out on my own." she tells him. "Is the woman that could do it still alive?" she asks him quietly. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood lifts the hand up and plants another kiss, this time on the palm of her hand, "Likely. She's one of those eternal types, like me. I think I'd have heard if something had befallen her. But maybe not. We are a secretive lot, we occultists," he says, "My rudimentary skills would not say that you have a short life. For which I'm glad. I think I'd like to keep you for a while." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile when he kisses her palm, "Hopefully you won't get news that something has happened to her." she states in a softer tone. "I have a few occult books, but not anything compared to others." she admits. It's not something she's ashamed of, just something she hadn't gotten into until recently. There's a soft smile though and she leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, "I will make sure that I don't get into too many situations that might shorten my life then." she tells him. There's a buzzer that goes off and Morrigan looks over towards the door, "I forgot that we'd ordered food." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I admit, so had I," he says, shifting a bit in his seat and rising up to pour more drinks while she retrieves the food from the deliveryman, "I can help with your library, as well. I have quite a collection and I can...screen them to make sure you don't get any books that might be hazardous to your health," he says. When she returns, he initiates the kiss this time, helping her put things down on the table and cradling the back of her neck as he gives her a full, proper kiss standing in the middle of the room. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan comes back from the door and there's a smile, "That would be a wonderful thing. No summoning greater demons for dummies for me really." she teases him gently. She doesn't protest him helping her settle things down and she straightens just as he goes in for kiss. When he cradles the back of her neck she slips her arms around his shoulders and she kisses him eagerly in turn. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood lingers on the kiss for a long time, savoring it now, his hand stroking along her back deftly, strong and supportive as he leans into her supple frame. He gives a low growl of appreciation and catches his breath as he finally lets her breathe a little bit, "How's your appetite?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's eyes close as Jason kisses her, her lips parting to deepen the kiss and her frame pressing warmly to his. She gives a breathy sigh when he breaks the kiss, "Appetite for food or appetite for something else?" she asks as she settles a half lidded gaze on him. "I could eat." she murmurs to him with a smile. 
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7839/What Happens In Sunnydale

2019-06-11T22:42:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' It's early evening in Sunnydale and that means that people are starting to wind down, some shops are already closed, but that doesn't mean that there aren't people around. It's far from a ghost town. Sunnydale isn't known to be the greatest place afterdark, if you believe the local gossip of things that go bump in the night that is. Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre is checking out the small sub-section of Bludhaven this evening and noting the shops. She's dressed down today in t-shirt, jeans and boots. Her sunglasses are still on because the light is weird on her eyes. Currently she's circling things in red ink on her newspaper that she picked up. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Early evening in Sunnydale and there's a strong, strong smell of garlic from a suspiciously food-shaped paper wrappped lump on the hood of Spike's car, a 1959 DeSoto Fireflight, all black, white trim. He's sitting in the driver's seat, though the door's open, engine is off.....and he's seemingly asleep. Grabbing the burger, he adds it to fries. Somehow he got back into the Big Belly Burger after his last time in there. Which involved him beating down a customer after they, admittedly, startd the fight. Spike ended it....but tonight he unraps the burger and inspects it carefully, it's to his liking, as he adds a package of garlic butter to the alreadygarlic coated burger, with fried onions, some tomato slices, cheese.....and a roast beef burger. There's a bottle of beer on the dash. Spike's not driving, he's eating. There's a subtle difference. Plus he could walk home, and have his car towed home, really....home being a crypt. The smell of garlic makes the car smell like it is a rolling garlic field, which amuses Spike absolutely to no end, really.....he likes his garlic. Shaking his head. Spike chomps on the burger and nods in satisfaction. 

:'''{{#var:308|Slade Wilson (308)}} has posed:''' Slade Wilson is working, even when he's not wearing an armoured suit with weapons all around him. Right now, his activity is intel gathering and that is why he is in civilian clothes, getting out of a shop that, seems to deal with, computer repairs? It's a bit odd, seeing such a man getting out of a shop that was, until now at the closing time, full of techy guys and girls, he that is in his fifties, with white hair, an ash grey tailored suit, and most noticeably a black patch over his right eye. In terms of armament, a small 9mm gun is hidden under the left side of his jacket, not visible to the average person, and he's not carrying anything more even if, passing nearby a car that seems to come directly from garlicland, he probably wants at least a full package of incense, or a flamethrower... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's pretty alert to the surroundings, first the smell of garlic makes her scrunch her nose up, was someone bathing in it? Then she's distracted by the sound of a door closing and she looks over from her bench to see the older gent walking out. A hand raises to slide her sunglasses down her nose and watch the man. Her violet eyes bright with curiousity. "Nice suit." she murmurs as she crosses out one of the house listings. Apparently that choice was no longer good. Though she gives a look up when the wind shifts the garlic smell and the car is noticed, "Don't see one of those everyday." she muses. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike climbs out of the car with a burger and fries in his hands. Spike's unmistakeable....as much as a Billy Idol vampire could be....though Spike waves the burger to Mo in greeting. The last time they'd crossed paths, they had fought vampires together with Oz, and Spike at least has the decency to keep the garlic with a side of burger, away from them all, he was eating it. That and he's balancing the other burger on his arm and smiles. "Hey" Spike calls over to Mo, "You still got your water pistol? Or rather, you gonna use it on me for giving ya warning of my arrival? C'mon. Garlic is good. Alright, alright it's good in smaller doses. 

:'''{{#var:308|Slade Wilson (308)}} has posed:''' Slade Wilson needs an excuse to stay and watch the shop for a bit, enough to understand a few more things about the owner, and what a better excuse than to use that garlic man and the girl that said something about his suit? Well, at least, that wasn't a loud comment probably, but that's what having supersenses is for, right? And so that's why he alters his course to pass next to Morrigan, and Spike, nodding to them as a form of greeting, saying a "thanks" to the woman and a "nice car" to the vampire. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh no." Morrigan whispers to herself. Then she folds her paper and settles it in her lap, "Hello Spike." she lifts a hand to wave at the vampire. "And no, I left the squirt gun in the car. Do I need it?" she asks him with a chuckle. Then she looks up to Slade as he passes and the thanks from him makes her blink, oh crap he heard. "No problem." she chuckles as she looks after the man. "Do you live around here? I'm trying to decide if I want to move here and I figured talking to the locals might help with that." she asks Slade with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike grins and looks to Mo. "So you're considering a house here?" he asks and waves to Slade. "So, anything interesting?" Spike asks and fortunately leaves the garlic in the car and rolls up the windows with a grin. "Yeah you like my carr? It's a59 DeSoto Fireflight" Spike adds "I was heading home but figured I'd get a burger on the way home" he nods. 

:'''{{#var:308|Slade Wilson (308)}} has posed:''' Slade Wilson offers Morrigan an affable smile, positioning himself so that he can look at her and Spike while surveying the shop's entrance as well, even if that's done in a subtle enough way, it could almost seem like he's just getting on a position to have the wind help him to bring away the garlic smell! "it is a nice car indeed, even if I am afraid it will not be very, mhm, smelling of flowers, lets say..." he says, trying to be diplomatic, then admits to Morrigan, shaking his head, "I live in New York so I don't really know. I am just here for business... But, as far as I have seen, houses are nice and affordable, here..." of course, for who has several zeroes in his bank account everything is affordable. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'm debating picking up one, yes." Morrigan gives a smile to Spike. Then there's a sigh of relief when the wind picks up driving some of the garlic away. She was glad that wasn't one weakness she had. Or Spike would have killed her. Then she looks to Slade, "I'm a New Yorker as well, I work at Mount Sinai so I'm just idly looking at things here." she admits. "I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre." she offers in introduction to Slade. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike shakes his head and laughs "I'm from around here actually" Spike nods and thankfully ditches the garlic. he even downs several breth mints, too. Admittedly it goes from garlic to mint. A slight improvement as Spike steps back and looks amused. "You didn't bring your squirt gun. I didn't bring my stake, we're even" Spike nods with a laugh. "I'm joking" he nods to Mo. "You're good people." he shrugs and looks impressed. 

:'''{{#var:308|Slade Wilson (308)}} has posed:''' Slade Wilson attempts another smile, looking at Morrigan with his only ice blue eye, and then at spike when he talks about stakes. Yet he ignores that comment, offering "slade wilson, a pleasure to meet you, doctor..." and he even performs a polite half bow! After all anyways, his name is not entirely unknown, even if not everyone could know about the semiretired adventurer that made a fortune with big game hunting, and that right now is just spending his time in philantropic events and similar activities. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to Spike and there's a chuckle, "You've been here a bit haven't you?" she asks him. "And no, I don't really carry it all the time. Figured the evening might not get as rowdy as my last trip here." she admits. But she doesn't go into detail since Slade seems like a fairly human person. The name makes her quirk an eyebrow, "I've heard that name before. It's a pleasure to meet you." she smiles to him. "I'm sure the Philanthropic community and other adventurers will be happy to have you back in New York." she adds. "It's not like the place is ever boring." she muses. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike shakes his head and laughs, "Few years" Spike nods. "Got a crypt in Caernarvon. I was on my way back though, but this isn't rowdy" Spike says returning to his car, rolling down the windows, then starts up the car and drives away. A few moments later he jogs back....garlic free as Spike grins. "Came here a while ago. Stuck around" Spike nods sagely. 

:'''{{#var:308|Slade Wilson (308)}} has posed:''' Slade Wilson doesn't offer any comments to the, crypt part, preferring to skip over it to just nod at Morrigan instead "well I am quite, hoping those communities will be glad indeed..." he offers as a reply, and if his eye is registering the shop owner's movements while he leaves the shop, his facial expression doesn't give it away, making it seem like he's just focusing on Morrigan and Spike. "well I am sure it will not be hard to find a property around here anyways, doctor... After all, with some of the, rumors surrounnding this place, some people are outright gifting away their homes..." he shrugs slightly, and lifts his left wrist to peer at the divers watch he's wearing on there "and I am afraid I will need to leave you in a bit, unfortunately..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's eyebrow quirks when Spike mentions a crypt, that's not weird! "It seems like this place likes to collect people with big personalities." she admits. Then there's a look to Slade, "Yeah, the reputation of the place is a bit neat, but don't think I want to deal with all the weirdness. I can get that in New York just as easily." she smiles. Then she's standing, slipping a card from a card case and she hands it to Slade, "If you ever need a pathologist for something, or just want to stop in. Give me a call." she chuckles. "Think I should get going as well." she smiles. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike, meantime looks back to them and grins. "You mean you can tell whatt I did from dust piles? Well crap" he says and runs off. Literally, runs off toward his crypt. The idea Dr Morrigan can know he staked a vampire scares him.....just a bit. 

:'''{{#var:308|Slade Wilson (308)}} has posed:''' Slade Wilson accepts the card, making it vanish into a pocket of his jacket and smiling in return "I will be sure to keep in touch, doctor... Even if, well, I seriously hope your skills won't be needed, that wouldn't mean anything good for my health and, I'm approaching that age when health starts to be an issue!" entirely untrue, but then, he can't go admitting to all his secrets! He offers a polite nod at the leaving Spike, or at least tries to. "always this odd?" he asks to Morrigan, then just shakes his head, shrugs and then adds "anyways, it was a pleasure, really..." and, that said, turns and starts walking in Spike's opposite direction. There's a car waiting for him a block away, with his costume ready as well... There's some more recon to do... 
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7792/This One Time In Avalon

2019-06-08T21:30:47Z

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|Synopsis=Morrigan is looking for houses. Spike is 'drunk' singing and Oz is being...Oz.
|Cast of Characters=228,103,116
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Ah, good old Bludhaven. Morrigan isn't generally a visitor to this place unless she's looking for a certain Wizard and he's been MIA for a bit. The doctor is mainly wandering this evening, checking over the sites. Taking down numbers for houses that are for sale. Someone might be planning on moving into Bludhaven. Oh joy. But it is something else that gets her attention when she senses something magical, it's only a blip, "Well...what is that." the redhead mutters as she looks about. Bright violet eyes shining for a moment. Strange is somewhere with a sense of dread probably. This is why he can't have nice things. Or times. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' There's the heavy thud thud thud of footfalls and the singing, albeit drunkenly, of a song, or maybe it's just being sung horribly off key. The latter, as there's a JD bottle with Coke in it that the Billy Idol looking vamp is slugging from, singing horrifically bad, off key renditions of modern music. Spike's managed to take an awful song. And....somehow......make it way, way way worse. Somehow.....as Spike's not drunk, there's barely any JD in the bottle, maybe a sip at most and it's all Coke with a dash of lemon juice, and he has a cigarette burning from his lips. Which given his weakness to fire, is kind of ironic....though Spike's pretending to be drunk to fit in with the touristy types in the pub and bars. Still.... He reachs a street corner and stares at the streets, looking amused. That's when he feels he's not entirely alone. Looking around he takes another swig from the bottle. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks a bit astounded when she hears the singing, "Is a cat dying?" she whispers to herself as her eyebrows go up in concern. Then the singer comes around the corner and Morrigan steps back towards the bushes so she doesn't get caught gawking at anyone. She takes a picture of the sign that is in front of the house that she was looking at, there's the audible 'CLICK' of the camera phone. "Oh great." she sighs out. Hopefully no one heard that. Or if they did they don't think she's taking a picture of them. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' "Spike, shut. Up." The voice comes from a new face. Well, not new around here, anyway, it's Oz, dressed in his usual jeans and a t-shirt, not a band shirt this time, though, with Tibettan prayer beads hanging around his neck. He's usually easy going, but there are some people that just get on his nerves sometimes. "Oh wait, maybe that wasn't Spike," he says, approaching the vampire. He starts looking around. "Kitty please don't die on me. Please. Dying kitties are bad." He smirks slightly, spotting the person in the bushes and giving her a friendly wave, encouraging her to come out. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike looks around, he shakes his head and has the urge to relieve himself. Fortunately. It's liquid form. Unfortunately, it involvs hiking up his duster, because there's no way he's undoing it. He barely makes it a step before coating the surrounding area around the bushes with cat smelling levls of urine. What was he drinking in that bottle. Still, he sounds relieved. And. More importantly....he's quit singing, though the sigh he's giving is pretty much orgasmic in nature, which is worrying for all sorts of reasons. Still, he does speak once he's done "Ah that was worth it" he says with his accent in full force. "Ya take a piss and it feels better" he nods and whirls around. "Bloody Oz, creeping up on me like that. What the hell are you doing?" he asks then takes a....generous swig from the bottle. He's debating cracking it over a vampire's head, but first.....he's helping the environment. By apparently killing off plant life. or....something like that. Still he looks from Oz to the bushes, wrinkling his nose at the smell. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh someone said it before me. Thank you." Morrigan chuckles as she hears another voice speak up. She's not in the bushes, she just stepped back towards them so a few might obscure her. But there's a bit of a moment she looks to Oz and she shakes her head, "He...should see a Doctor for that." she points out as she comes out from down the way. "Did Billy Idol have children around here?" she asks as she looks from the other redhead to Spike. Then back to the one that had spotted her. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' Oz looks over at the woman again, offering a friendly smile, taking a few steps toward her and away from Spike. And completely ignoring Spike for now. "Oh, don't mind him," he says. "He's the stray dog that gets loose every night and barks at the whole neighborhood." He smiles, offering his hand. "Oz," he says, simply, by way of an introduction. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike mutters a few choice words to Oz, then looks to the redhead. "Hey, I'm Spike" he says and looks to Oz, then the redhead. "You are?" he asks Mo and offers a hand too. Spike's quiet.....thankfuly. He's shut his trap for a good reason. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to Oz, showing too shoarp canines for a moment, "I've dealt with weirder, so it's alright." she tells him with a laugh. "Nice to meet you, Oz. I'm Morrigan, just looking at houses around here." she introduces herself as she shakes his hand. Then there's a look to Spike and a look to the hand, but she shakes his just like she did with Oz, "Nice to meet you, Spike." she tells him. "You do this around here a lot?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' "Pricy," Oz says, obviously in reference to the houses. "Try Sunnydale. Pleasure, Morrigan." He half shrugs, weird is the normal around here, after all. He pats a side pocket, having something kept there in case Spike does get too out of line. No one who lives in Sunnydale goes out after dark without some holy water and a stake. No one who knows, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' "Get pissed and sing?" Spike asks. "Nah. I got bored and there's nobody stupid enough to pick a fight, so I was going to get an early start onn regretting life choices" he says waving the bottle. As he speaks his fangs can briefly be seen. "I mean. I don't normally sing....but....ya know" Spike says and twirls the bottle around with a laugh. "Felt like it tonight, ya know. Beautiful night. So you're looking at houses...you're in the right area. If you want cheap, Sunnydale to the south's your hood. Cheap housing" Spike shrugs looking sounding bored with Sunnydale. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to that, "Eh, money isn't an issue for me. Not everyone can say that though." she admits. "I've got a friend that is over here a lot." she muses. "I think the commute is what's keeping me from living here." she admits. "Unless they have a position open up at the local hospital." she tells them. "I'll add Sunnydale to the list, but heard a lot of weird stuff happens over there." she chuckles. Then there's a look to Spike, "Well I'm not picking fights I know I can't win. So good on others for not doing it." she muses. "So do you guys live around here or just wandering?" she asks them. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' "Sunnydale," Oz says. "Grew up there." He considers what she's saying about money, nodding slightly, with just a bit of a frown. Clearly, he's not in that situation, but he doesn't make a big deal out of it, she's not bragging or anything. "Yeah, weird stuff. Holy water and a wooden stake, those are your best friends," he says, simply. "Garlick too. Maybe a lighter." He hopes she'll know what he's getting at with all those things. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike looks amused. "I do live around here, got a place by the cemeteryy" Half truth, there. he's got a place /at/ the cemetery, i.e. a crypt. "Wel" Spike nods. "Sunnydale's an interesting place. Though last time I was there somebody started throwing punches so I knocked that guy out" Spike says with a sigh, looking unimpressed....as Spike looks to Oz. "Hair clippers, a leash, a collar, maybe a muzzle and a cage" Spike adds to Oz's list, and shakes his head. Looking to Morrigan Spike smiles. "There's always jobs if you look for long enough" Spike nods, looking amused at his own list as he looks thoughtful, "You could always....never mind" Spike says. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan listens to Oz and there's a quirk of an eyebrow, "Vampire problems around here?" she asks him. "That's...actually something I'm well versed in." she admits in a quiet tone. She looks around for a camera, was she being pranked? "Oooh. A cemetery. I beat that's a neat view." she states. Then back to the guys, "It took a lot to get the job I had, so I wouldn't leave it unless it's a better opportunity or something like that." she tells them. Then there's a look between the two of them, "Subtle." she laughs. "I could always?" she asks the man. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' Oz looks to Spike and chuckles. "Only on the full moon." He looks back to Morrigan and nods slightly when she mentions vampires. "Multiple vampire problems," he says, "one of them being right next to us. Though, he's less of a vampire problem, and more of a problem problem." He shrugs, giving Spike a bit of a warning look, but he remains silent, typical. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike grins, "Vampire problems, yeah and I'm doing my bit to take care of them" he says. "I'm not a problem. I'm me" he nods as he whirls around, running feet were heard as a trio of vampires came at them. Admittedly, running right at a werewolf, a vampire and a Morrigan was not a good idea. Spike braces himself for impact. He gets rammed into and is last seen being driven backwards swearing profusely. "Bloody buggering hell. Bollocks to you vampires. Piss off already you sodding bloodsuckers!" Spike yells, punching the one that's driving him backwards and has the vamp off the ground and throws it back toward the other two. "Behind ya!" Spike shouts, the other two vamps are indeed behind Oz and Morrigan. Not that they're being subtle. They are giggling and loudly yelling what they'll do with the two of them. Even Spike's more subtle than the vampires that just crashed their party. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Werewolf and Vampire...got it." Morrigan gives a look between the two of them. She didn't seem too awfully concerned about it. One of her best friends turned into a rhyming demon. So she was chalk full of weirdos. "So you kill other vampires?" she asks him. But that's cut off as Spike is sent backwards. She reaches for something that was tucking into her jacket pocket and she stares down one that's laughing and talking. The gun is brought out and the trigger is pulled, but it's not water that comes out. It's a stream of water. The water makes contact and the vampire's skin starts to burn. Just as Morrigan's eyes glow, "Wrong conversation to crash." she tells them. It's a squirt gun full of holy water. Yes, that's a new trick. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' Oz grins at Morrigan, giving her a thumbs up as he snaps around, a stake in the other hand. He aims his stake dead accurate at the other vampire, lunging forward, hoping to get it through the bastard's heart. "You're still a soulless vampire," he calls to Spike. "So you're still a problem." 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike watches and looks worried for a moment, then he's enjoying a good old fashioned punch up. his chip doesn't stop him beating down on vampires or demons, he beats the ever loving crap out of vampires and demons any chance he gets. Like Oz, Spike has a stake in hand. He's staking the one he punched, so one's dusted. Oz's stake is true....though Spike feels the need to mime staking as if reminding Oz how to do it. Which looks suspiciously like something else Spike does in his crypt when he's alone. The last vampire screams....but the damage is done and in a few moments there's piles of dust. Spike kicks his boot through the one nearest to him. "Hopefuly they'll listen" he says, picking the conversation right up. "Yeah, I may be a soulless vampire Oz but this bloody chip won't let me hurt humans. So I sort of am a pest control for vampires. Great" Spike pouts, looking worriedly over at Oz then Morrigan. "Neat trick with the water gun. Gotta remember that" Spike says to Morrigan then laughs. "Question is though?B?# Spike says, as he watches them, "What job do you do that you don't want to leave?" he asks Morrigan with a genuinely curious expression. Spike's definitely curious....that may or may not be a bad thing. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't have time to laugh at the back and forth between Werewolf and Vampire. She looks to the pile of dust that is the vampire she dusted with the holy water and she sticks her boot in it for a moment, just to check. "Huh. First time doing that." she muses quietly. Then she sticks the 'gun' back in her jacket pocket. She takes a breath and the eyes lose their glow. "Yeah, been carrying the squirt gun since my father tried to murder me. Strange almost had an aneurism over it." she laughs. "I'm the head of Pathology at Mount Sinai. My other doctorate is in Hematology. So it's hard to get another to replace me." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' Oz nods, slipping the stake back into his back pocket and pulling his shirt over it, affectively hiding it. Don't want to look suspicious, after all. He gives Morrigan a surprised look. "What happened?" he asks, now a bit worried. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike looks over and listens looking worried. "Yeah I'm a vampire that kills vampires. It's saving the human race, Less vampires, less bloodsuckers around here" Spike says gesturing around with a grand gesture. The bottle? It was lost in the fight, there's a pool of Coke and shards of glass.....as Spike looks to Morrigan andd listens, hands by his sides as he looks worried. "Okay what happened?" he asks echoing Oz, Spike's worried though his face is neutral. "You learned how to use holy water by your dad killing you?" Spike asks, sounding very, very worried. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the two of them and there's a bit of a breathe let out, "I'm only half vampire. I was born like this." she frowns. "Didn't know who my father was until he starting murdering folks and well...here we are." she shakes her head. "Anyways...I don't drink blood or anything." she tells them. "Just don't do well when the suns out, but I have something that lets me be out in it without falling over." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' Oz nods. "I see," he says. "So, you didn't get any of the benefits, but you get a bit of a drawback. That's so uncool. That's like...the animal crackers all wondering where their pants are." He smirks, but he looks just a bit sympathetic as well. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike gives Oz a sharp look for saying 'uncool'....though he'd just as soon say it. Still he listens and looks with a quiet sympathetic look to Oz and Morrigan. "Sounds like your father's a nasty piece of work. goes round killing people and tried to kill his own daughter" Spike says, and his tone's serious as he looks to Morrigan and his eyes soften a bit. "You've had a shit life" he says. "But you're here. You're breathing. You're alive" he says. Apparently Spike can do emotions. Which are directed at Morrigan. "You're a pathologist? Oh I may have given you a bit of work then" Spike jokes to lighten the mood. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, no real benefits. Was having a time where blood was an overwhelming smell, but that's out." Mo tells them. "But the sun only bothers me if I'm outside for a while." she sighs. Then she looks around, "Who else looks for houses at night?" she laughs. Then there's a look to Spike, "My life could have been a lot worse. Just waiting to drive a stake through his heart at this point." she admits. "That is if Mister Castle doesn't get to him first." she muses. "But I'm grateful for the life that I've had." she adds. Then she looks to him curiously, "What did you do?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' Oz nods thoughtfully, closing his eyes. He doesn't speak, perhaps in thought or something. Not surprising for him, though, he's quite a deep thinker. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike nods. "Oh believe me,I'd like to help you on principle" he says...then pauses to think about what he just said. Spike. The Spike. Wanting to help a half vampire kill her fahter. Oh he's got ulterior motives, alright, but...pretty lady. And Spike's not got anyone. So...his ulterior motives aren't exactly benign. Still he looks to Oz then Morrigan. Spike's more amused he hasn't tried to kill either of them yet. Hell he got Willow, yes, Willow a book, that he, amazingly, bought, with actual, honest to God, money! Spike's going soft. Apparently. Still Spike takes up the conversation. "See, you're right though" he says to Morrigan. "You're smart, you're very very smart and you know how to handle a vampire. So" Spike nods respectfully. "I'm not about to pick a fight with ya" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to Oz when his eyes close and then to Spike, "Does he do that a lot?" she asks him quietly. She then gives a smile, "I'm sure that help would be great, but I'm not wanting to drag anyone else into it. Don't want anyone hurt." she states. "And the people helping currently are far more dangerous than I am to be quite honest. I carry a squirt gun filled with holy water, but that's not always going to be the thing that ends a fight." she admits. "So how long have you been a vampire? I feel like there's so many types that I try not to get them mixed up." she states. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' Oz turns to Morrigan, eyes still closed, nodding slightly, lips quirking into a smile. But he keeps his eyes closed, but obviously he still knows what the others are saying. He turns his face up to the sky, eyes still closed, taking deep, calming breaths. 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike gestures to Oz. "Oh yeah. Went to school with him. He used to doze off in class. It's a mystery how he graduated" Spike says taking a verbal jab at Oz, "But he's been a good friend" Spike says...using 'friend' as loosely as possible....though he looks to Morrigan. "Listen, you need to learn to fight, okay? You need to learn how to defend yourself if worst comes to worst. You learn how to handle a stake or a crossbow or something that can kill a vampire in one shot" Spike advises. He after all kills vampires. And is good at it. And....has killed a pair of slayers. Too. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks up to the moon, was it full? She was hoping not. Then there's a look to Spike, "Huh, interesting." she states with a smile. "And yes, I do need to learn how to fight. I'm hoping my other training with magic will help in that as well." she admits. Then there's a look at the time, "I should get going got to check in at the hospital still tonight." she tells the two of them. "It was nice to meet you guys, stay safe out here." she states as she starts to walk away. Then she stops herself, digging into the pocket of her coat, "If you guys need to get ahold of me." she offers the cards to Spike. Since Oz has his eyes closed. 

:'''{{#var:116|Daniel Osborn (116)}} has posed:''' "You gonna give me one too?" Oz asks, his hand held out, even though his eyes are still closed. "Moon's not full tonight, but I don't shift on the full mon anymore." He remains with his eyes closed, face upturned to the sky, hand out. It seems rather strange, but it's Oz. "By the way, Spike, I did repeat senior year." 

:'''{{#var:103|Spike (103)}} has posed:''' Spike takes a card and nods, "Hey, listen if you need anything" Spike says and scribbles his number on paper and offers it to Morrigan, then motions for a second card. I"'ll give it to Oz" he nods. "You be safe too...and thanks for the help with the vamps, I apreciate it" Spike nods with a genuine smile. "Oz, you repeated senior year just to stay closer to us. You adore us" Spike grins and hops up on a wall. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan chuckles when Oz holds out his hand, she places the card in his hand and there's a smile to him. Then she gives one to Spike. "Yeah, I'll call." she tells him. "And I'm a helper. So I don't mind. Especially when they attacked first." she tells him. Then the woman runs a hand through her curly hair and gives a little wave, "Be glad you have people that adore you." she muses as she walks away. 
}}

7625/Changing Lanes

2019-05-26T18:53:13Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/05/25 |Location=Near Mount Sinai Hospital |Synopsis=Harrison gets hit by a car. Morrigan saves two peoples' lives. Mack practices his Russian...."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/05/25
|Location=Near Mount Sinai Hospital
|Synopsis=Harrison gets hit by a car. Morrigan saves two peoples' lives. Mack practices his Russian.
|Cast of Characters=8277,228,6952
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' It's a rainy weekend afternoon in New York. Rain drizzles down, covering everything in a damp wet greyness that drives a lot of people to find somewhere warm, comfortable and indoors. Pedestrian and vehicle traffic is relatively light, letting people get on with their business. Mack hunches a bit more in long black coat, waiting for the crossing signal. He is a few blocks from Mount Sinai Hospital and has a coffee in his hand. The lights change and Mack steps off the curb with several people ahead of him. There is a screeching noise and a blue minivan skids through the intersection against the red light. It plows into three people crossing, swerves belatedly and overturns after hitting an oncoming car. Everyone freezes for a moment as they process what just happened. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Afternoon and rainy. No sun? That means Morrigan MacIntyre can go out while having a minimal dose of her serum. The redhead is dressed in a black suit coat that is tailored to her frame, beneath it as a crisp white shirt, jeans and boots finish off the outfit. She's holding an umbrella while she walks and talks. There's an earpiece spotted on her ear. She's not talking to herself like a crazy person. Then she hears the screeching of tires and her bright gaze focuses on the crossing that's ahead of her. The screeching of tires was something that always was a herald of badness for the woman. She takes a moment to breathe deeply and she shakes her head to clear all the things telling her to run away. "Going to have to call you back." she tells whoever was on the other end of the line as she quickly ditches the umbrella. Then she's dialing 911 while she jogs over to where the crash is. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' On the other hand, 'Harrison Wells' is most definitely talking to himself. Or more specifically, into his bluetooth, when the 'accident' occurs... and he doesn't notice the car until it's too late. The business suited Director Wells is one of those three people crossing that the car hits, and he's sent flying into one of the parked cars... a fairly large dent in the vehicle that hit him where he hit it. Being a Doombot, the robot doesn't have much damage to speak of, but Harrison lays there nonetheless as he gets his bearings. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' Mack blinks a couple of times and comes back to himself. He pushes past a couple of people just ahead of him and jogs into the street toward the overturned van and the pedestrians that were hit. The horn of the oncoming white BMW the van hit is blaring continuously. The front airbags deployed and whoever is in there doesn't seem to be moving. "Somebody call an ambulance," he shouts. Looking up the road he sees one man who was hit lying on the ground not moving. A younger man is rolling around clutching his right leg. He blue jeans are staining red. And an older woman, the person nearest to Mack, is laying on the ground, unconscious with a trickle of blood coming out of her ear and here left arm is twisted at a weird angle. Who knows what is going on in the van. "Hey, hey, can you hear me?" Mack calls to the unconscious woman. Absurdly, he realizes he is still holding his coffee cup. "Ahhhh, what do I do with you?" he asks the woman and looks around as if ideas are lying on the street waiting to be found as well. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's jog had turned into a run and she skids to a stop on the slick pavement when she hears a familiar voice shout, "Already called an ambulance!" she shouts back. She hurries over to 'Harrison' and there's a look down to him, "Sir? Are you alright?" she asks as she looks him over, trying too see if he's hurt. She is confused by the lack of blood and things. He did get hit right?! She pushes her sunglasses up and those eyes are a bright violet, "You don't move. Just wait for the EMT's." she points to him. Then she's hurrying over to the young man who is rolling around, "Hey, helps on the way. Let me look at your leg." she tells him in a calm tone as she kneels down by the young man. "We need to get the bleeding stopped." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' No blood, no symptoms of concussion, not even any sign of fatique or anything broken. In fact, when Morrigan turns away, 'Harrison' moves to get up, and starts to walk away from the crash. Like nothings wrong. Instead, he tries to move to the pavement and blend in with the bystanders, despite the uncleaniness of his business suit. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' Mack sees 'Harrison' get up and blinks. "Hey..." he starts and then stops, turning his attention back to the woman in front of. He puts his coffee down and holds his cheek over her face, and checks her pulse. Nothing. "Hey, you gotta put something under her head," says a large man in a pair of heavy coveralls. "No, don't do that, I seen this on TV. You gotta shake her to wake her up, you know?" says another man, in his gym clothes. "Whoa, she dead? Cool!" adds a short, gum-chewing young woman in a black leather jacket and dark, dark makeup. "No, she's not... Look, you go check on the people in the car, and you go check the people in the van, okay?" Mack tells the two men. "Anyone here a nurse or a doctor?" Mack shouts, looking up at the people gathering. When he looks towards the bleeding man he looks stunned. "Morrigan?! Oh thank the Lord," he exclaims. He notices the blood on the man's leg and fishes around in his jacket's inner pockets. "This lady's bleeding from her ear and she's got no pulse, what do I do?" he asks. Mack finds what he is looking for and tosses it to Morrigan. It's an Israeli battle dressing, part major bleed bandage and part tourniquet that many emergency services carry. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh that's not right on any level..." Morrigan states as she looks to see the Director just...getting up and walking away. Not by any means was that /normal/. "Hey, Director Wells, you've got to stay here!" she calls. Yeah, he was well known. Then she's looks over to see where that voice is coming from, she sets eyes on Mack and she doesn't have enough heart to smile at the man. Though she catches the binding he tosses her way. She quickly works on the leg, "Mack, do you know CPR?" she asks the man. She's got blood all over her hands and she's trying to ignore the overwhelming smell of it. "If you don't then trade me and I'll see what I can do." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:6952|Professor Zoom (6952)}} has posed:''' It's the little things that create suspicion without giving it away. Eobard knows that, and Victor probably knows that. In this case, it's a matter of being subtle enough with creating doubt while at the same time allowing for justifiable excuses so Victor doesn't seek to punish him. Punishment would mean outing himself as a metahuman... and Eobard has no intention of giving up that card yet. Someone concerned over Harrison over a car crash? That's a very plausible excuse. Drawing attention to himself while not being in control of how the world perceives him. It's a dance Eobard knows well. This is nothing new to him. "Someone knows me?" Harrison questioningly inquires as Morrigan calls out to him. "I'm fine." Harrison waves her off. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' "CPR, right, on it," Mack says. He looks down at the woman uncomfortably and sighs. He pulls open her jacket to expose her blouse underneath and landmarks up her ribcage. His face flushes as he maneouvres his hands around her rather ample endowments to get a solid push on her sternum. He starts doing compressions and counting. Mack looks like someone in a first aid class, with that same look of bemused bewilderment about whether crushing someone's chest is actually helpful. Someone is swearing loudly, continuously and in Russian inside the blue minivan. The sliding door, now facing upward, is opened and a hand appears over the edge. "I sue you!" a woman yells from inside the white BMW. "What? No, lady, I wasn't drivin', I'm helpin' ya!" says the big man in coveralls. The woman in the BMW continues berating him with a heavy Chinese accent. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's violet eyes stare off after Harrison for a moment and then she shrugs a bit, "Alright!" she thumbs up. "I can't tell people to stay and then expect them to listen." she hisses as she looks back to the young man. "You're going to be alright, the bleeding is stopped, but your leg is broken and they're going to need to get you into surgery." she tells him. She takes her jacket off and drapes it over him, trying to keep him warm. "Hey, you, can you keep an eye on him? Keep him talking." she points like she's directing troops. Then she's quickly moving to where Mack is at, "How are we doing?" she asks him as she kneels down, she's got blood on her jeans and hands. But she doesn't care. She reaches out to take the womans wrist in her hand, checking for a pulse. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' "Not great, I think I broke her rib," Mack says. "She's bleeding out of her left ear." Sirens have started up from the hospital. The lady from the BMW doesn't seem to understand the big guy wasn't driving the van and keeps yelling. He starts turning red in the face and yelling back. The man in the van pulls himself up, folds over the edge of the van and flops to the ground. People watching gasp. Without seeming to break his string of curses, the man pulls himself up using the underside of his van. He makes a wobbling, stumbling beeline for Harrison. "Youreinmyway, motherfucker!" he yells, swaying unsteadily. His eyes are bloodshot and his breath has so much alcohol it may be combustible. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to Mack and then moves to kneel beside him, "Let me do it." she tells him. She doesn't push her way in, but she is a Doctor...or well...medical doctor. There's a lot of Doctors in the vicinity! Morrigan gets distracted by the yelling and then she looks to where the drunk guy is going, "Hey Mack, I'll buy you a beer if you go grab that drunk by the collar and sit him somewhere until the cops get ahold of him." she whispers to him. But there's a bit of a smile. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' Mack makes way for Morrigan with a look of relief. "Yeah, I can do that," he chuckles. Mack stands up and dusts off his pants. People are jeering at the man yelling at Harrison. They keep going until Mack looms up behind him. "Yeah, that's enough," Mack says and puts a hand on the man's shoulder. The guy does not even hesitate, he just whirls making wild, clumsy punch for Mack. A moment later the man is on his stomach on the ground with his arms forced up behind his back. People around Harrison laugh. The man on the ground says something incomprehensible then vomits. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't look back to see the heroic's that Mack is getting into. She just figured the man could handle it. She just focuses on getting the women in front of hers heart going. There's chest compressions and then the redhead leans in to feel if she's breathing. She checks her pulse and there's a relieved breath out, "It's thready but got a pulse!" she calls. The paramedics are coming and that's another relief, because Morrigan might have taken CPR classes and all that jazz, but she's not a trauma doctor. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' An ambulance comes to a halt in the intersection. The paramedics push through the crowd. One checks on the guy Morrigan bandaged and the other kneels down beside Morrigan. "She breathing? Been awake?" he asks Morrigan. He reaches for the woman's wrist and looks at his watch. He nods to Morrigan and waves his partner over. "You know her? Taking her Mount Sinai," he says without really waiting for answer. The two paramedics are methodical, efficent and fast. The woman on a board with headblocks, bagged with a small o2 bottle and moving to the ambulance in no time. "Another wagon's almost here," the paramedic says to nobody in particular. "Oh my god, it's just like Grey's," a young woman giggles to her friend as the paramedics pass. A uniformed NYPD officer and her partner come jogging in from the opposite direction. They beeline for Mack with the restrained man. Mack stands up and moves out of the way as the officer takes over. "I was just walking by, he was driving the van," Mack says seeing the officer's suspicious look at him. He fishes out his wallet and opens it. The officer nods and pointedly ignores him from then on. Mack looks at his watch and makes a face. He glances around and sees things are getting under control. He turns, shoulders his way into the crowd and walks off. A few minutes later Morrigan gets a text message: Will you tomorrow! (beer emoji) 
}}

7606/Coffee and Corpses

2019-05-24T02:09:16Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/05/24 |Location=Mount Sinai Cafeteria |Synopsis=Mack is here on SHIELD business and Morrigan is just waiting for coffee...until something does..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/05/24
|Location=Mount Sinai Cafeteria
|Synopsis=Mack is here on SHIELD business and Morrigan is just waiting for coffee...until something doesn't add up!
|Cast of Characters=228,8277
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Doctor MacIntyre was running on little sleep, but she was almost done with tests that she needed to run and things of that nature. The red head is dressed in a plack pencil skirt, a pale pink blouse that's well tailored and heels that most wouldn't want to walk in for the amount of hours that she sees. Her hair is plaited back into a braid, but there's unruly curls that are starting to sneak out. She's standing around the coffee machine as there's a few fresh pots brewing. Her bright violet eyes are watching it like a hawk, just in case it might try to wander off before she gets hers. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' Mack walks out of the elevator into a lobby in Mount Sinai. He pulls the left lapel of his sharkskin grey suit and sniffs, hoping the smell of the morgue had not followed him. Satisfied, he straightens his jacket and matching grey tie. He heads toward the cafeteria, glancing around casually at the few people spread across the tables. Even in as nice a hospital as this, everything looks tired. Or maybe that is just how hospitals make him feel. Antiseptic. He strolls across the cafeteria and his eye is caught by someone who doesn't look tired or antiseptic. Mack walks to one of the fridges and picks out a vegan muffin, then walks over to the coffee cups. He pulls one of the stack, and glances at the woman waiting there out of the corner of his eye. He taps the cup with one finger and seems to make up his mind. "I hear if you stare at it hard enough, it brews faster," Mack jokes. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look up when someone comes near the coffee and it's a good thing the woman doesn't growl at Mack. The joke is the perfect ice breaker in the siutation however and makes her laugh softly. "It's been a rough night so far. I think the coffee is the only thing that's going to keep me going." she admits. Then there's a look over him, noting the suit and other things. "I've not seen you around before, are you new to Mount Sinai or just visiting?" she asks him with a red lipped smile that follows it. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' A half-smile creeps onto Mack's face when the woman laughs. "Visiting, had a meeting," he says a little vaguely. "Lucky I didn't get lost here, it's big. You... ah, come here a lot?. Or just when the coffee needs brewing?" Mack holds out his hand. "I'm Mack," he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan straightens a bit as he speaks and there's a smile to him, "We do get a lot of visitors. I was out of work for a few weeks healing so was hoping I'd not missed a new doctor coming in." she tells him. "I do come here a lot, yes. Given it's my work place." she chuckles good naturedly. When he offers his hand she reaches out and takes it, giving it a shake that feels like she's used to meeting people and shaking hands. "It's nice to meet you, Mack. I'm also a Mac. Or well I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. I'm the head of Pathology here." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' "Head of Pathology, that's... You know, that's such a coincidence," Mack says. He can't keep the look of... Surprise? Alarm?... From flashing across his face before it's buried under another smile and a shake of his head. "My meeting? It was actually with one of your people. Dr. Gehrie. He was doing an autopsy, the microbiology thing," Mack adds. "Worried the guy might have died from a weird bug. Technical, I know," he jokes self-deprecatingly. "I went to engineering school instead of med school." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's overly intelligent gaze is focused on Mack and there's a bit of a hmm as he speaks, "That is a coincidence. I'm sure." she gives a smile to him. Nothing to be alarmed about right this moment at least. "Doctor Gehrie probably left me out of the loop on that, but I can't be mad at him." she shakes her head. Then she gives a smile, "Coffee's done, you want to get yours first?" she asks him. Then there's a chuckle as she reaches out to pat his arm, "Engineering school is a good path to take. Do you have a focus?" she asks him. She was at least genuinely interested in hearing more. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' Mack chuckles, seeming to miss her scrutiny. He doesn't miss the eyes though "No, no, doctors and ladies first," he says, with a slight tilt of the head, then it passes as he happily takes the out. "Advanced propulsion, actually. Fusion, fission," he adds. "Loved it. You know that feeling when you find that thing you're really into?" Mack asks, his eyes lit up. "Every day with that stuff." He reaches over and pours his coffee once Morrigan is has hers. He skips the cream and sugar and takes a sip of the coffee. His nose wrinkles slightly. "You're not in charge of the coffee, too, right? Is it safe to say it's not the best?" he asks with a smile. "What about you, though? Head of Pathology, here of all places. That's huge. Especially since, I mean," he looks at her appraisingly but not creepily. "You're young. Really young." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a chuckle as he lets her get coffee first and she pours herself a cup and puts the lid on it. She gives a bit of a look over her shoulder and then there's a chuckle as she listens to him, "I'm not in charge of the coffee, no. That's Mike." she points the guy out at the register. "If it sucks I'd lodge a complaint with him." she muses. She smirks at his comment on her age, "I'm pushing thirty five. I'm not horribly young." she admits. "And you're what...mid thirties?" she asks him. "So, what does an engineering expert need with an autopsy of a person that died from a bug of some kind?" she adds the question. "I can get your coffee for you. Should be free if it makes your face do that little wrinkled nose thing." she winks at him. "I have a double doctorate from Harvard, so I might be younger than most, but I have the knowledge and work ethic that they needed." she admits as she heads towards the register. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' Mack glances over Morrigan's head at Mike. "Nah, he looks like he's having a bad enough day," Mack jokes. "Close enough," Mack says about his age. "I gave up trying to pass for 28 a few years ago." Mack walks over toward the lineup at the cashier. An elderly man with a desperately sad look on his face is fishing for change in wallet with a confused look. Mack reaches into his pocket and slips a bill onto the man's tray. "I think you dropped that," he says with a wink. Mike pretends not to notice, sparing the man his dignity. Mack holds his hands out in surrender when Morrigan tells him about her degrees. "Hey, I wasn't questioning, believe me," he says with a smile. "Double doctorate. This is the point where guys pick up and run, right?" he asks with a grin, completely walking past her other question. "I mean, smart, accomplished... Beautiful.. Am I allowed to say that? A lot of guys would peace out. But maybe not doctors? Or your husband or boyfriend, obviously." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Mike tends to have a lot of bad days, yeah. Though he's a nice guy." Morrigan tells Mack. Then there's a bit of a smile to him, "I wasn't saying you looked old or anything. You just carry yourself with experience." she tells him quietly. When Mack slips the money onto the mans tray there's a bit of an appreciative look his way, but she doesn't say anything for the moment. She just watches him. Then she laughs and shakes her head, "I expect most men to pick up and run by this point, yeah." she muses to that. She does remember that he just glossed over her question. He can see it in her eyes. "Thank you for the compliment, I've not heard that I was beautiful in a few months." she admits. "I don't mind people saying it if they mean it." she smiles to him. "And no, don't have a husband or a boyfriend. Last guy I was supposed to have dinner with just kind of...stop coming around." she shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:8277|Mack (8277)}} has posed:''' Mack looks surprised and is quiet while Morrigan pays for their coffees "Thank you for the coffee," he says as they walk past the cashier. "Hey, why don't you let me return the favour. Even high-flying young doctors need to take a break every once in a while, right? How about a drink after work sometime. Nice place just down the road, The Blind Judge, you know it?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look over Mack and there's a bit of a softer smile to him, "You're welcome. Thanks for making me laugh tonight. I needed it more than you know." she tells him. Then she nods, "Sure, I'd love to have a drink with you." she states. "The Blind Judge, never been in but have heard of it. I usually end up drinking at the Blue Lady. They tend to play good Jazz, but that could be fore another time if you like." she grins. "And maybe you can tell me over a beer why you were checking in on bugs." she whispers as she winks at him. 
}}

7377/A Night In Central Park

2019-05-07T02:40:07Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/05/06 |Location=Central Park |Synopsis=A series of random people investigate a scream in Central Park at night. Punisher shoots first and asks..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/05/06
|Location=Central Park
|Synopsis=A series of random people investigate a scream in Central Park at night. Punisher shoots first and asks questions later. Doctor Strange... is Doctor Strange.
|Cast of Characters=228,7116,71,1140,40
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Central Park is a hot bed for all kinds of activity and given that it's starting to warm up, there's been more and more calls coming in that have to do with illegal activities and other brands of nonsense in the park. It's a little past twilight this evening and there's already been a disturbance called in by an anonymous tipper in the park. The NYPD are a bit swamped for a Monday so their response times aren't the greatest. What was called in was a fight that ended with screaming and then the caller said that it stopped. Nothing more after that as the line went dead. Definitely not a good start to the night. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's been keeping off the radar of a certain psychotic. And no, that's not Frank! She's gotten over to Central Park tonight to maybe sort some stuff out mentally. But there's been the disturbance and people had started to head back to safer, well lit areas. The redhead is among the very few weirdos that head towards where the fuss had been. Given it's a night time disturbance, there's always that chance of it being someone she knows. Or worse. 

:'''{{#var:7116|Snake Eyes (7116)}} has posed:''' It just so happens that Snake Eyes is taking a walk through the park. Normally, he dresses in his ninja gear but tonight he's wearing his civvies, a tan windbreaker worn over a black t-shirt, blue jeans and tan combat boots. Trying to blend in with the population. He's even wearing the mask that hides the burns on his face and makes him look like a regular guy. It would take someone especially perceptive to notice. Action Force sometimes monitors local police communications when they're working in an area. Even though Snake's got the night off one of his handlers is on the job. They send a text to his mobile device, 'Snake, police report screaming and fighting in Central Park. Probably not our business, but figured you could use the head's up.' The ninja commando replies with, 'THX. Will look.' It's not terribly difficult to figure out where the trouble's at as there are a number of people leaving that spot. The GI Joe trooper steps up his pace to try to see what he can find out, preferably before any bystanders are hurt. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     There's an odd fellow walking through the park but he stops at a patch of flowers off the trail and he looks down with his hands in his pockets of the shawl collar cardigan over his button up shirt. There's a white wire trailing down from one ear and he speaks as he stops to look at the purple flowers that caught his eyes. "Tell me, are you working this evening?" Stephen asks towards the in ear phone call he's on. The wizard looks up and frowns interrupting the response and speaks "-Something's happening near by. I'm going to poke my nose where it doesn't belong." The sorcerer supreme says as he stands up straight and moves towards the commotion. Sans cloak. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Punisher (1140)}} has posed:''' Central Park. A good place to do surveillance with good cover. A good place to exercise. Also a good place to hide, if you know how to cloak yourself in the daily lives of people. Punisher wasn't expecting anything serious tonight, and had been doing light surveillance of a couple targets when Microchip intercepted the call. A search bot had been programmed to watch for local disturbances in case of trouble... and it looks like it was happening. "Frank, the bot just picked up on something close to you. I have no idea what it is, but the line went dead. I'm trying to trace it now." Punisher, sitting on a bench in black civvies and jeans, had heard the commotion already, "Yeah, I heard it. Sounds like a scream. I'll check it out." Punisher replies with a grunt, before he stands and starts to walk over. He might not have serious firepower, but he does have a couple decent pistols and a Ka-Bar under his jacket. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' There's no sign of police anywhere. Maybe they won't be showing up as fast as they usually do. Maybe the coffee was fresh? Who knows. What is known is that the individuals are walking towards something that might be dangerous and possibly like taking peoples communication devices out. Great! The Sorceror Supreme might feel the tiny strands of magic that are around them being pulled. Probably something he's well aware of. 

:'''{{#var:7116|Snake Eyes (7116)}} has posed:''' Fiddling with his mobile device a bit longer, Snake soon realizes the thing isn't doing what it's supposed to. That's quite out of the ordinary for such a high tech piece of equipment. There's a shrug as the ninja slides it into his pocket and continues towards the disturbance. Turning his head from side to side he spots the other people heading in the same direction he is and lifts a hand to wave at them briefly. Seems like there are still good Samaritans out there. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "Well, it's my nose, and it's going into business that isn't my own. It's kind of /my/ job." The wizard says before he looks up and twists his fingers up through the air as he walks and then brings them back down. "Magic is being used. I might get disconnected." Stephen says before he releases the strands of magic that flow through the park and sighs into the call. "Something bad is happening."     Not noticing Frank just yet, Strange walks closer and closer to where he assumes the scream originated from, his grey eyes looking to and fro for some sign of a struggle or a farcas. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Punisher (1140)}} has posed:''' "Got it. It's right near the bicycle paths to your north, about a block to the west." Microchip relays to Punisher, who picks up the pace in the direction Microchip gave him. He's just a casual walker, taking a stroll in the park. Nothin' to see here... Just a man in a black hoodie and black jeans, meant to conceal a VP9 and a Beretta with rubber rounds. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Frank is walking in the right direction. The direction becomes even more apparent when a wet sound followed by the crack of bone is heard. That sound usually heralds something very, very bad has happened. And when there's no shriek from a person? That person is generally already dead. Those with heightened senses can smell that. The smell of copper on the air. Fresh blood. Then there's the thunk of something hitting the ground near the bike racks and...yep, that's an arm. Something is in a bad mood tonight. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen is picking up the pace. The ideals and the oaths he's taken as a sorcerer have yet to override the original oaths and promises he made in becoming a doctor. So he aims to help who he can as well as he can. The former surgeon speeds up and gets close enough to hear the arm hitting the ground near the bike racks and he nearly stops but instead looks up. "Um..." Stephen stutters, rare for the well spoken surgeon, "Stay out of the park for a while Kitten." Then Stephen kills the call and steps closer. "What's up there! Reveal yourself to me!" Stephen says, his voice booming and laced slightly with a mystical compulsion spell. 

:'''{{#var:7116|Snake Eyes (7116)}} has posed:''' With senses as good as a human can get, Snake Eyes quickly picks up on the smell in the air, turning his head slightly to the side as he inhales deeply through his nose. And then there's that arm, that's even harder to miss. Without wasting any time he sprints in the direction the arm came from, pushing back his windbreaker so that he can access the pistol riding on his right hip. As he draws the weapon the ninja hears the words come from the strange fellow and ducks towards the bushes, moving to use them for concealment from whatever the potential threat might be. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Punisher (1140)}} has posed:''' When the wet sound becomes audible, the VP9 is already out. The arm? That doesn't even register as Punisher gets into a ready-to-fire stance, the pistol aimed in the direction of whatever-it-is as he starts to go into a jog. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Strange's summons bring are heard and down from the branches of the tree drops down a pretty tall man, whip thin with shaggy black hair. His face is covered in blood and down the front of his shirt is covered. It's really not attractive. "You're disturbing my dinner, wizard." the man spits out. That's when they can all see the fangs. Vampires?! Of course. But when did they start dismembering people? This is something that isn't in the lore really. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen steps forwards, no fear in his voice or demeanor. Lacking his cloak and the eye is back at the mansion, Stephen is still one of the leading mystics on this planet and he damn well knows it. "You seem to be disturbing people's lives. Vampire." Stephen says, squinting for the briefest moment. "You know who I am, do you really wish to deal with me while I'm in a sour mood having had to be interrupted by a sloppy vampire playing with their food." Stephen frowns deeply at the creature before him. 

:'''{{#var:7116|Snake Eyes (7116)}} has posed:''' As the dude covered in blood drops down from a tree and shows himself to the world Snake Eyes trains his firearm on them, ready to open fire. But those teeth? Yeah, that means something weird is going down. His left hand drops to the small of his back so he can draw a long bladed combat knife, holding it at his side. Snake's eyes scan the trees above, checking to see if there are more threats up there while the guy barking orders at the vampire does his thing. He makes a hell of a distraction for the ninja, too, as he starts to sneak closer, using the trees and bushes to hide his movements. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Punisher (1140)}} has posed:''' *BLAM* There's no hesitation. No attempt at diplomacy. *BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM* The VP9 is rapidly fired by The Punisher at the thing, directly center mass and directly at the heart in alteration, with Punisher firing the full magazine into it. He has no idea it is, but if it kills in the open like this? It's bad news in general. The Punisher ain't havin' none of that. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' Dropped phone calls don't fly, not with this one. As such, at the periphery of the Park, a lithe figure in a black catsuit lands after swinging in on one of her wrist-tech grappling wires. Felicia rolls to her feet and freezes in the shadow of one of the old trees. She squints and scans the immediate area -- no sign of any familiar face or immediate danger. "What the hell," she growls to herself as she takes up a brisk jog, sticking as best she can to the darkness beneath the spread of newly-leafed trees. "I'm //not// playing this game with you, you -- " Gunshots ring out. The Black Cat jams to a sudden halt, jade-green eyes wide behind her domino, and then breaks into a shockingly quick run towards them, her heart in her throat. She's a blur of inky leather across the grass, her platinum-blonde hair bright in the fall of city-light. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Hey Asshole." comes the female voice from the sidelines. If anyone looks, Morrigan is standing there in jeans, t-shirt and she looks PISSED. There's a gun in her hands, or something that resembles a gun. She aims it at the guy that's dropped from the tree and fires. But not a bullet, it's a stream of what looks like water...but Frank is already emptied a clip into him so he's knocked back and her aim is ruined. "Oh that was a bad idea..." the violet eyed woman whispers as her eyes have that hint of a glow to them all of the sudden and she braces for something REALLY bad to happen. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Between being shot and the holy water that's just been brought into the atmosphere, the Vampire freaks out. Whatever was left of the talking side quickly vanishes and he reaches up to break off a large branch of the tree and swings it with all that unholy might at ANYONE who is close enough to be hit. And it's not a soft hit. It's definitely swinging for the outfield. And beyond. After he swings, there's a look to Morrigan and then there's a bounding leap up into the trees. Where he vanishes. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen was caught unaware by the Vampire and the creatures might swing of the branch and he goes tumbling through the air to hit the ground hard and rolls over to lay on his belly with a grunt. Reaching up slowly to rub a hand at his jaw Stephen frowns as he slowly stands back up. "You brought a squirt gun to fight a vampire?" Stephen asks towards Mo and frowns before shaking his head as he lifts himself up slowly back to his feet and then he looks towards Frank and just shakes his head. "Maybe assess your targets better." Stephen says with a wince before he tries to walk back to where he was standing. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Punisher (1140)}} has posed:''' "I've never seen one of those before, so I have no frame of reference." Punisher fires back at Strange, "If you have something that'll deal with those things quickly, I'm always lookin' to expand the armory." Punisher continues as he makes a dash for where the Vampire lept, reloading the magazine of his VP9 as he goes. Unless the thing was able to leap out of Central Park in a single bound, it wasn't getting away from The Punisher. 

:'''{{#var:7116|Snake Eyes (7116)}} has posed:''' The wild swing from the vampire narrowly misses the ninja as he performs a backflip to get himself out of the way, firing a round. After the strange creature bounds into the branches Snake Eyes takes off after him, trying to catch up before it can get away. It's not quite as easy for the human as he lacks the monster's strength, Snake having to holster his weapons before he can run up the nearest tree, bouncing off of it when he reaches a certain height to be able to grab a branch and pull himself into the tree top. Once there he lets his senses take over, ready to pursue the murderer or defend himself. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' Weaving between the trunks of the isolated copse of trees, Felicia keeps up the blistering pace. Under her breath, all the while, she keeps up the litany of grumbles. With a vault, she clears a fallen log by a good number of feet set to make any Olympic athlete jealous before skidding to a crouched halt again. She can hear voices...and something rustling in a big hurry above. The cat-burglar immediately presses herself flat against the nearest tree trunk and holds very still, trying to breathe through her nose as quietly as she can. Nothing //that big// should be in the trees of Central Park. A sharp eye will be able to spot her pale hair in the fall of ambient light regardless. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The Vampire is gone. Like...teleported or vanished into another realm level of vanished. There's just the corpse that is behind the bushes and the arm that's by the bike rack that reminds people that he was there. Snake wouldn't sense or hear anything. Frank wouldn't find him in Central Park either if he went looking for him. It's just one of those situations where the monster got spooked and fled. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan sighs softly and looks up towards the trees, but nope, that bastard is gone. "Damn it." she shakes her head. Then she looks to Stephen, "It's holy water." she tells him. Then she fires a few squirts into her mouth. "I didn't know it was him. But now that I know that it is." she nods. Then she look to Frank and there's a squint, "Ah. It's you. Maybe dip your bullets in holy water or see about getting them blessed. I know that sounds crazy, but otherwise he's just going to push out the bullets and be pissed off." she shakes her head. "Good old stake through the heart and or taking his head off is sadly how that man needs to go." she tells them. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen's hand moves from his jaw to his forehead as he shakes his whole head. "A water gun." Stephen repeats to himself and rolls his eyes. "A few droplets from the grail itself wouldn't be enough to kill it." Stephen says with a roll of his eyes. He knows most people think to kill the vampires when or if they come across one. But Stephen, he knows from experience, you can turn them back.     "If you can't save him, then yes a steak of silver or wood works best, or decapitation." Stephen notes aloud towards Frank with a shake of his head. "He's gone, vanished via magics. You can't chase him down on foot, and for the future if you don't have frame of reference, maybe best to leave it to someone who does." Stephen turns to address Frank fully, and a motion to himself. As he was the one talking with the vampire without concern or fear. Stephen was hanling the situation or so he thought. 

:'''{{#var:7116|Snake Eyes (7116)}} has posed:''' Dropping from the trees, Snake hits the ground and tumbles forward, rolling smoothly to his feet in front of the gathered trio. He points towards the trees and then shrugs his shoulders in an exaggerated motion, then points at Strange when he says something about the vampire vanishing, nodding a bunch. He reaches towards his pocket, moving slowly so the other folks can see his hands, to produce a cell phone upon which he types and then shows, 'I'm Snake. You vampire subject matter expert? This one is different from another type. Stored its blood in its belly and got all messed up when sliced open.' 

:'''{{#var:1140|Punisher (1140)}} has posed:''' "One of those." Punisher grates as he continues to aim into the trees for a moment... then drops the pistol to an idle position. "Got something new to study for, then." He starts to head back over to Doctor Strange and Morrigan, "If I see a shot to put something down quick like that, I take it. Just so happens I wasn't using the right ammo this time." Punisher notes, unapologetically. Then he looks to Doctor Strange, "And who are you supposed to be?" Punisher squints at him as he stands there, his pistol idling in front. 

:'''{{#var:40|Black Cat (40)}} has posed:''' Whatever scampers through the treetops is now gone -- and thank god for it. Blowing out a sigh, Felicia then finishes jogging out and into proper view of the gathering of people. Three of them aren't familiar, but one certainly is. Adopting a swinging walk full of hips and confidence, the cat-burglar calls out on the approach to answer the Punisher, "Somebody who should know better than to hang up on me." Her jade-green eyes glint. "What's the big...deal..." It smells like blood -- and she's caught sight of the dismembered body parts. With a soft sound of dismay, she quickens her steps to take up a place beside Stephen, nose wrinkled. "Okay, that's...that's really gross," she whispers with a small shiver. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to Stephen, "As much as it pains me to admit that I know that particular vampire, it happens to be my father. He is absolutely too far gone. He's killed a lot of people over his years." she tells him. "I'm not really up for killing vampires. But I've been working on his case since he's been leaving a trail of bodies here in New York since he found out I was here." she tells them. "Working with what I got since a wizard dropped the ball with helping." she grumbles about Dresden as she shoves the squirt gun in her pocket and turns to head off. "Oh hey, thanks for that help in Harlem." she tells the Punisher with a wave over her shoulder. And it's moments later that the sirens can be heard off in the distance. Naturally they are there way after the fact. But at least they can clean up! 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "I said to avoid the park so where do you immediately go?" Stephen says with a sigh before his eyes level on Felicia and as she saunters closer he can't help but smile with those big greys. Stephen gives Snake Eyes and Punisher a curt nod. "I'm the guy who deals with the things that go bump in the night of the things that go bump in the night." Always cryptic and rarely helpful in direct ways. Then Stephen's addressing Mo, "You're welcome to come by my place and ask for help or opinions, we can weigh your options and figure out something. I'm sure of it." Strange notes without leaving an address or anything but an odd sort of sensation washes over Morrigan as he says she can find him.     "Best to avoid the sirens this night I think." Stephen says, a hand slipping behind Felicia's back, if she'll let him, and without a word or warning, the Black Cat and the Sorcerer Supreme have vanished from sight. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Punisher (1140)}} has posed:''' "Says he knows how to handle these things, then just leaves without actually bein' helpful and givin' me attitude for being decisive. Typical New Yorkers." Punisher grouses as he starts to run. Being an internationally wanted fugitive, it would be a very bad thing to stick around. Goddamned Wizards. 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Horror. Heart Wrenching. Hostility. Horrible. Hurt. Hideous. Harmful Hate. They are all words that begin with H, and paint the scene for the pictures created in the small gheto like area within the Big Apple. It is all there sprawled on the walls. The life-like depiction of a Sentinel decapitating a Human. The heart-breaking image of children dieing in the fire. The lonesome picture of a wounded soldier dieing on a battlefield. And the saddening image of gangs of people beating up others for one reason or another. And the terrorfing visage of criminals both mundane and powered breaking and robbing, inciting riotes and fear. The showing of invading ships, and mushroom creatures eating at a mind. All for the denizens of NYC to see, to witness, to feel. And the only clue to images creator was the tribal like symbol of an Hour Glass, with two Yin-Yang signs within. Broken, cracked and faded. It was a grim reminded of what todays world is like. And people often didn't like to be reminded of the bad. As such, to the protest of some, a large group of volounteers have come to paint over the life-like murals. That at the moment, considering the current state of things was 'distasteful' and some simply didn't want their home marked in such a way. Still, the images almost seemed too real... 

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:''' Floating int he air, Kyle Rayner is there in his Green Lantern uniform. The artist in him is judging the images. While he notes the signature of the artist, Kyle is looking for hidden meanings. Sometimes when artists enter different periods of their life they create art in a certain scheme, or style. A hidden meaning lingers. The imagery is obviously an idea of the mindest, but something -might- be derrived this way.If it pulls up nothing, then he'll see what the ring can pull up. Another thing he will keep an eye out for, any discarded materials, like empty cans or similar. Those may offer a clue. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Vroom-VROOOOM! The sound of the engine of a Yamaha-VMax motorcycle drives through the area of New York, though, even Johnny Blaze found himself a bit distracted by the interesting symbolism of the murial. Though what was even more curious was the Green Lantern looking at hte murial as well. "Any idea who made it?" Johnny calls out to the fellow. Johnny does't wear a fancy uniform. Just a leather jacket and other more 'biker' styled clothes. "Because that looks a bit...life-like. Artist is either really good or..." Johnny shakes his head, deciding not to be a pessimist for once. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus gets out of the subway station, he's moving as a man on a mission, the thousands thoughts of people who walked by here and their feelings about the mural have brought him to midtown. He's definitely not one of those who stands out in the crowd like the floating green lantern or the biker. He looks over the mural, it's nothing he hasn't seen before, honestily surviving through the dark ages, the modern world has no idea how bad it was back then. The good old days were not good." He scratches his chin, looking over the 'signature' on the mural. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had been dropping off some files nearby, a fellow doctor down here needed some assitance. Which she offered gladly. She was walking towards the subway station, but the mural seems to be attracting a rather diverse crowd. She dips her sunglasses a moment, her bright violet gaze looking over the crowd. "Well that is rather life like." she states. Then she's pushing her glasses back up and looking over the mural. Weirdly life like. It was a bit uncomfortable to look at still. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''     Indeed it was life like. The look of blood dripping out of a wound. Or the too real frightened eyes of a people fleeing from Darksied. And the manical look of the Joker as he laughs at some unseen look of chaos. It was almost as if you could reach out and touch it... Infact. Things where about to become all too real. It was subtle at first. The scent of burning wood, the billow of light grey, a slow but steady increase in heat. And than like a mouth to flame, the painting of a Burning Building was ablaze. The crying of children ring out. But that was only the start of the troubles. The depicted mushrooms creatures began to move, with the largest ones begining to peel themselves from the wall. The sound of guns shooting, ships moving, people dyeing all begin to come to life. To tear themselves from the mural. As for Kyle Investigation before all this got real, was a sense of balance, of opposites. A desire to understand what all this was about. And notably hidden within the signature, the letter H. Spray paint cans were out in hordes, empty of their contents. As for what the Ring will bring up - if it has any ability to connect to earths Internet - the signature would point to a young Artist by the name of Horgroth. A none-traditional name if there ever was one. The Artist specialized in Duality and had a sort of obession with letters, words, and meanings. 

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''      Kyle's ring cannot connect tot he internet, but he does havean idea. A simple claw from a claw machine snags one of the cans. Green light starts to run over the can like a flash light. What the ring can do is pick up finger prints, store them, and compare them to other ones. This will help with a positive ID later. Before he can snag too many cans, that's when the paitnings start to come to life. "What the?" he pauses for a moment and floats back. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming," the hand is extended as he is ready to fire off someenergy if necessary. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus says, "Your not dreaming... This isn't right.. but it is real enough." He looks around, he's hoping these things don't decide to do violence... the feelings of the crowd are swelling as the 'realness' increases. He's locked in a bit of inaction, not certain what to do.. should he try and usher people away, should he prep for a fight?" 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Johnny seems to be a bit more on alert as he moves his bike so it leans against one of the walls and he dismounts, his chain visibly wrapped around his body and it appears to have rather sharp chain links. Ghost Rider might have to come in for work, it seems. "What the hell?" Johnny says as the artwork seems to almost peel itself from the wall. "Well..you definitely don't see that everyday." then theres Lucius. "Well...looks like there might be a scrap incoming depending on what kind of weird art this is." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's nostrils flare a bit at the smell of blood and then she scrunches up her nose in distaste, "That blood seems...off." the woman states. "I wouldn't touch anything." she tells the group. She sniffs again and then feels a little nauseous. Gross. Then a mushroom peels off the wall and the woman takes a few steps back, "Ummm, I don't think anyone is dreaming. Unless it's shared and then...I'm not sure why I'm dreaming about this." she shakes her head. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' As the heros stand there gawking at the scene comming to life before them...some of the images attack them at the backing up crowd. Dozens of mushrooms creature scatter about, jumping onto the unsuspecting citizens backs, begining to drag them away. The fire that had seemingly started, was growing, as black smoke rises from the burning building. The screams becomming more and more evident. All the while the depiction of various criminals also come to life and been attacking, mugging and holding people up. Many begin to lift up guns and shoot into the crowd while they scatter. Not to mention that alien invasion force from Darksied is getting 'closer' in the mural. And the sentinel eyes just blinked...and it was starting to move. Notably though, the images that have already come to life, left a 'faker' looking image behind. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus is the complete opposite of most of the crowd, he literally runs straight at one of the gunners.. he weaves slightly as the man takes aim at him, he attempts to smash a hand into the now come to life criminal, his other hand attempting to remove the gun. A bullet skims his cheek. 

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''      Kyle causes a construct to form to life. Honestly, it's a simple spatula. Right now, he is trying to smother the fire. Fires work on a triangle. A spark, fuel, and oxygen. All need to be in harmony to create fire. Destroy the harmony, and the fire dies. So, he is trying to smother that fire, remove the oxygen from the source. That is the plan anyway. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan seems to have the good sense to keep backing away, but the woman really doesn't run, she's not built like that. The redhead ducks one of the oncoming gang members and there's a growl that leaves her throat, "Go away." she snaps at him. Or it was going to end painfully for one of them. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Oh here we go. Johnny Blaze looks at the mushroom creatures as they leap off the walls and start attacking people. Johnny catches the mushroom monster that leaps at him, and he proceeds to literally crush it in his hand. "And here I was hoping for a god damned relaxful saturday. Christ." His eyes look like the flames of Hell danced upon them, and he draws his bladed chain, swinging it at two more mushroom creatures. At the moment, he's just trying to make sure these guys stay safe. But right now? he's tempted to completely cave in the wall that artwork rests upon. Would that stop it? No idea. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Well this going to go south real real fast if things didn't change Soon. Needless to say, trying to put out a building wide fire with a spatula wasn't working. And the fire was only spreading more. As for Luciouse. He manages to successfully his hand into the criminals Chest, slamming him down. It however didn't stop the other from taking aim at Luciouse and the other criminal to fire on him! Which reveals another important fact - the bullets can't break skin. Yes the bullets and shells where comming in spade, hitting hard enough to cause bruising, but that bout it. As bullet shells hit the ground - they fade to nothing. The Squid Johnny crushes is....saddly not dead. Infact, despite it's crushed state it was very much still alive. It's tendrills begining to wrap around his arms. Unlike the real mushroom monsters of old, it wasn't nearly as strong, just like how the bullets were not as strong as a real gun. But still, what these look-alike lack in strength, they make up for in number. As the squids have to work in teams to try and drag people away. But on the bright side, the blade chain DOES manage to to hook into two additional squids, stopping them from grabbing other people. As for Morrigan, he snappy attitude did nothing to scare the gang-members that came to life near her. Infact it did the exactly the opposite as the growl attracted more of them. They all begin to try and do fight her, throwing punches or using weapons such as pipe-like bats 

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''      "We need someone else on fire duty!" Kyle calls out. Thinking on it, Kyle is looking for a fire hydrant, maybe a small water reserve. Something because he has an idea. IF this is paint come to life, maybe it's still paint somehow. That's the plan, so the second he fainds a source, he'll gather some up via a giant super soaker, and blast the squid with it just to see what happens to the inky thing. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus is prepared to be poked with a lot of holes by bullets but.. apparently he's lucky this time. And the crowd as well.. he picks up one of the gang members and tosses him at another with a judo move. "Okay.. This is must be for someone's amusement." he looks around looking for someone whose enjoying this.. using the eyes of the crowds to do his work... all the while he plays tango with a few of the rest of the gang bangers, a very painful one for them and him. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gets hit with a pipe and the woman's sunglasses come flying off, which immediately seems to piss her off more. "Alright." she whispers. Then she reaches out and grabs the arm of one of the gangers and then she bites into it. If it was just anyone else biting, there might have been some hope for the arm, but Mo's fangs sink in and start ripping into veins and muscle. There's a scream of pain, but it doesn't register to her. She rips her mouth away and there's a fall of blood that runs down her chin, "I told you.." she spits blood out on the ground. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Well...thats problematic. THe squid creature is not yet dead, but if it cannot be crushed, maybe then it can be burned. With a growl, Johnny's skin seems to literally be burnt off his face, dissipating like embers int othe wind, leaving only behind a bare skull, wreathed in Hellish flame. The squid is still in the Ghost Rider's hand, so he will now try and burn it alive with fire channeled through his entire arm. Ghost Rider is literally THE WORST person to put on fire duty. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:'''     To start with - The Blood Tastes HORRIBLE. She may as well have just stuck paint in her mouth, because it sure as hell would taste like it. The skin felt wrong, the muscles where off. It was just solid clump of...nothingless mixed with paint? Heck, despite the gangster having screamed in pain...it was a false pain. A false sense of it. The gangster was fine and decided to try and punch her out. Of course, not being even as strong as a regular human, this wouldn't do too much damage. It was the fact there were now multiple 'people' still unafraid at the display going after her that might be the issue. As Luciouse searches through the eyes of other people, he can't see anyone particularly taking enjoyment in this. Most people where too busy on getting away. There he did get a glance of Kid, watching, sipping on some Mango smoothie. Kid, who as Luciouse would know, was an illusionist of sorts. But back to the fight at Hand. As Luciouse tangos, breaking limbs and turning heads, it does nothing to slow the fiends. They were works of fiction, not bound to the (most) of the normal rules governing the world. And they were still comming. But all was not lost. While no one heeded the call to Fire duty, it perhaps was not needed. Kyle quick thinking of taking in water for a super soaker goes well rewarded. As he does a test squirt, where the water touches the left behind or real images, erases part of the attacking drawings. But there was ALOT of ground to cover. And than there Ghost Rider. While physical attacks didn't work so well, elemental ones seemed to do the trick. As he ignites the squids, they go up in flame. They run around in panic as the corrosive order of burning paint and noxiouse fumes fill the air from the burning. They soon dissolve into nothingness, and their respective Murals fade to chalk-like stills. All of this probably important. Because 1 - that sentinel is starting to step out of the wall, and it was 20ft tall. And Two, those alien vessels in the distance where about to break out into the real world unless something is done... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh thank god it's paint." Morrigan breates out. She didn't want to be tasting ACTUAL blood. Weird as that is, she's not a blood drinker. Don't need it! She's going to be bruised and then a bat cracks against her ribs and there's a bit of a pained cry. "Not being a fan of collateral damage, but is that wall really really important to anyone? If not can we just...take it out?" she calls out. 

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''      The giant super soaker is beign pumped just like the actual ones. "I'm running out of juice!" he calls out. The water ready he stays on his target until it is gone, and then he'll work on a new target. Once he is out, Kyle will take off into the air. Right now, he is trying to find the a source of water that is close. Whether it is an ocean, a water reserve, something. He knows more is needed. So much more. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus says, "Okay.. we need alot of paint remover... Anyone got acetone by the truck load." he notices a fire hydrant nearby... he runs over and takes a kick at the cap at the edge, but he's not super humanly strong so it might not be as effective as he'd like, his ankle however hates him now, "Ouch.. Hey flying guy.. Fire hydrant work?"" 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' The Ghost Rider looks around then, growling as the squids are burnt so badly that they seemingly just...fade from teh canvas, as it were. Though those blazing eyes eventually shift to the gang members still attacking Morrigan, and so, the Rider gets involved. He grabs one by the neck and throws them at the wall of the attacking artwork, hoping to kill the man instantly with the force of the throw itself. Maybe, at the very least, get the men attacking Morrigan's attention so she's not getting beat up. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's not startled by Johnny, she's seen Demons and Symbiotes crash through walls, but she is definitely curious of the flaming skulled man. "Neat trick." she tells him as she picks up one of the pipe bats that gets dropped and she bonks one of the gang bangers with it. "Thanks for the hand." she grins at that. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' The attention that was on Morigan gets split as The Ghost Rider gets involved. Throwing the man at a wall is as effective as crushing a squid. Aka, it isn't. The man peels himself off the man, half flattened, but much like the criminals Luciouse was tangling with - it doesn't bring him down. He just charges right back in. Jumping to (pitifully) tackle Johnny. Which is in turn piled on by several of of the crooks. Easily distracted, they have all shifted their attention away from Morigan. Which allows her to slam it into one of the gang-members. But like with Johnny attempt - it doesn't truely hurt it. Just manages to cause his head to deform into a U shape, but otherwise not slowing it down. As for Luciouse himself. Well, the fire hydrant he has helpfully pointed out, was not his friend. And the attempted kick, attracted the attention of some nearby squids. A group of 4 latch onto the fighters arms...and begin dragging him backwards towards an alley. The Sentinel picture fully peels itself from the wall. It eyes begin to glow - and it shoots eye lazors at The green Lantern! Unlike a real lazor though, it won't go straight through him, at most cause first degree burns, if it manages to hit. All while reaching down and picking up a dumpster quite casually, preparing to hurl it. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus says, "Great Occupied at the moment... Someone... help?" he asks those around, he keeps finicking... after a few swift kicks a dagger pops out of his boot and he then kicks one more time.. the dagger flying up and then back down into one of his enwrapped arms which preceeds to try and sever a few tentacles from it." 

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''      And thats when Kyle begins to work. Pipes start to form over the fire hdyrant. Inside, the construct pulls off the metal point. Water starts to form in a almost a geyser. The pipe Kyle can control. With the ability to eturna nd adjusst it, Kyle is using the pipe to make it into a crossbreed between a never ending water canon and a turret. "Working on it!" First target is to clear up any allies that are in over their head. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan is clearly not a fighter, but she's not going to be the one running and screaming for help, not really her style. She keeps whacking the paint wall gangers with her bat that she picked up and there's a dribble of paint that runs down her chin. Still gross. She moves to help Johnny try to fend things off, even if she's taking a bit more damage than he is. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Ghost Rider is tackled - wimpishly - by a bunch of the gang members, keeping the bad guys off of Morrigan as he's swarmed. Though, that was a poor decision on their part, as the Rider simply ignites with flame, forming something of a pillar of burning fire around him like a dying flame just got more wood to keep it alive. Though, he tries not to burn Morrigan. But then there's the Sentinel! Oh shit. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' With Kyle so focused on creating a crossbow of a water turrent, the Sentinel gets off a clean shot, hitting the Green Lantern. That wasn't enough to break his will power though. The now thrown dumpster? Well that bout does it as it knocks Kyle to the ground, and out conciouse. The Pillar of Flame is a fantastical choice. The crooks burn and melt, running around on fire. Slowly as with the squids, they fade into nothingless, their respective paintings becomming chalk like in looks. Morrigan despite not being a fighter, is clearly no push over. It seems beating something enough at the very least helps! The gangster flails as he is virtually blinded by his head being beat to a pulp! He quite litterly was running around like a chicken with no head. Good thing Luciouse comes packing with a knife. He manages to succesfully slice off the tendrils. The squids that where carrying him lose mobility, and he gains his freedom! Though they did manage to bring him to the mouth of the alley...which was filled with said squids. And they were charging towards him. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus reaches back and the businessman unsheathes two blades from his back, their hilts look ancient, the blades look like they were maintained lovely for many many years. He aims towards the Octi, "I'm a fan of sushi... I guess it's time for some Tako." He leeps blades forwards slicing one more ocupus into ribbons, and he begins his food processing of the alleyway.. black ink splatters everywhere, it looks like a oil well just exploded in the alleyway, Lucius is no longer able to be seen as the ink engulfs his form. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Oh hey now not all of you need to gang up on the flaming guy!" Morrigan shouts as she seems them all tackle Johnny. Then there's the column of flames and there's a blink of her bright eyes, "On second thought he's got this under control. No more comments from the peanut gallery." the redhead states. Then she's going back to working on her golf swing with whatever even attempts to come after her or the skeletal man that's on fire. She's helping! "Umm, is that guy going to be OK?" she looks to the alleyway. Oh hell no she was not going in there! 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' The Ghost Rider is FREE. He shakes himself free of former goon goop before he looks around, growling enough that it literally looks like fire comes out of his mouth for a brief moment. But for now? The Sentinel. The Rider reaches into it's now-demonic-looking leather jacket and pulls out a sawed off shotgun. It aims the weapon at the peeling away Sentinel, and he fires those hellfire bullets at it! Lets see if that makes the thing wish it never tried to come alive. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Well that....Alley is. Dark. Like so dark you wonder if it was painted over with Vanta-Black dark. The sounds of slicing dicing squids being the ONLY thing comming from it. Most people are probably on Morrigans side here. Speaking of Morrigan, her golf swing is about to come in real handy. More of those Mushroom monsters come charging at her! Some intent on going for her and others the Ghost Rider who is trying to deal with the sentinel. As Ghost Rider shoots at the sentinel, the sentinel tries to shoot the bullets with it lazors! Guess whose shot was hotter? Thats right, Ghost Riders. It goes straight through and into the Sentinels Eyes, lighting it head on fire. Unlike it smaller counter parts though, simply setting part of it on fire wouldn't cut it. It begins to swing it limbs wildly, cracking the wall and ground. At one point even bringing both fists togeather to try and slam down on where it thinks it assailent was 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus finally steps out of the alleyway... or what looks like a black blotch of a blackhole steps out of the alleyway.. he smears some ink from his brow so his eyes are white pinholes on an otherwise black form. "I would.." he spits out some black ink, "not go in there right now.." He looks at what is transpiring outside in shock at perhaps the scene in general. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan watches Johnny for a minute, there's maybe a twinge of worry for the man, until he shoots the Sentinel. Yeah, he's fine. He'll be fine. Then she's being attacked by the Lollipop Guild on a REALLY bad acid trip and the redhead gives a yelp as she swings the makeshift putter at them, "Piss off toadstools!" she hisses at them. Then she catches sight of Lucius and it's the weirdest ink job ever, "You might want to watch out, more of these things incoming!" she calls to him. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Yeah, Ghost Rider gets SMASHED into the ground by the Sentinal...though that doesn't stop a touch from Ghost Rider sending a burning flame up both of the sentinels arms! unless it's quick and removes itself from him. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' The sentinel wasn't the brightest thing out there. As flames snake up it arms, it moves to try and smash him again. Granted even if it does, it wouldn't be nearly as strong. The spreading fire was doing its work in killing the sentinel, in erasing it. The arms begining to fade away to nothingless But there was still the rest of the wall mind you. Morrigan vocalization of doing something to it might be a good idea. Speaking of which, Tentacle Moushrooms go flying away from Morrigan as she swings her putter like she means it. Some go careening far FAR away. She might have a gift for goffing...or baseball. Depends really. And no sooner had Morrigan spoke those words of warning, than did a mushroom squid thing launch itself as Luciouse Head to try and get a strangle hold on him. 

:'''{{#var:6970|Lucius Primus (6970)}} has posed:''' Lucius Primus slices it in half in mid-air.. and he's splattered with other innards, "You know... this is starting to get old... Someone clean that mural off before other things come out." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gasps when she sees the flaming skeleton get smashed into the ground, but she calms when he is alright for the moment, or at least he looks to be. She's keeping up with the mushrooms, even if some get past a swing or two. "Yeah, that's a good idea!" she tells Lucius. She however can't help with that. She's already starting to feel drained due to the sun. 

:'''{{#var:1857|Johnny Blaze (1857)}} has posed:''' Ghost Rider is smashed into the ground yet again, but this time, the Rider looks largely unphased. He simply watches now as he waits for the sentinel to completely turn to ash. Destroy a wall? he can absolutely do that! So, Ghsot Rider runs forward, wrapping his chain back around himself as he rears back his punching arm, and unleashes forth to try and bash down the demon-art wall! Of course, if there's magic or something to help keep the wall in tact...he could be in some deep trouble. 

:'''{{#var:1558|Kid (1558)}} has posed:''' Thankfull, there was no magic keeping the wall safe or anything like that. As Johnny tears into the wall, much like the pictures before, it was set alight. The sentinel feel about as the rubble went to pieces, as did the crooks, squids, mushrooms and about everything else that came to life. Between the sentinel melting onto the rubbish, spreading the fire, and the water all over the ground, the effects of the images where fading. The black ink that cover Luciouse and the Alley faded away. The paint Morrigan got on her due to bashing away various entities likewise was dissappearing. But who, or what was behind this is a whole other matter. The only thing left in semi-contact was that symbol from before, which unlike everything else that came to life, stayed normal. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan just stares as things start to end and she reaches up to wipe at the drying paint all over her chin, "That...was not how I wanted Saturday to go." she breathes out. There's a look to Lucius, "You alright?" she asks. Then she heads over and takes a picture of that symbol with her phone. For science! 
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7277/Meanwhile In Transylvania

2019-04-20T01:06:37Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had at least planned on going to Brasov. There was part of her that felt silly for doing it, but the other half of her felt...comfortable? in the place. She'd been in Brasov for a few days now and the woman had set off to go investigate the forest while it was still decent outside. Given it's past sunset there's a couple of odd looks given her way, but a few people also don't bother telling her she's nuts. Anyone that braves the darkest of places is probably well aware that they aren't all there. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' The sound of bats searching for a roost fills the immediate vicinity. The wind blows lightly. One of the bats flits over Morrigan's shoulder and then rejoins its' brood. A single crack in the earth appears in front of Morrigan. At that same moment there is a figure standing behind her. Whether this figure was responsible for any of this ambience is unknown. The figure says nothing, as if testing Morrigan's own senses. Hooded and cloaked he waits. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's violet gaze looks up when she hears bats and there's a bit of a chuckle, "Don't get spooked now." she murmurs to herself. The bat flitting over her shoulder gets a smile. Then she nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees the crack, the sudden appearance of a figure before her makes her stop dead in her tracks. "I didn't step on a grave I wasn't supposed to?" she asks. Apparently she did not sense Vampires. And she was barely one given her heart beat and other things. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula emits a low shriek at the grave question, "All this land is my grave. Why do you trespass? Your scent is foreign. Let me smell your blood or I will force you to leave." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's eyes close when she hears the shriek and there's a moment she debates running, but she doesn't. She straightens herself up, "You can smell my blood if you like. I was looking for answers. My 'father' is from these lands. And our one and only meeting ended in a lot of spilled blood." she frowns. She pats her coat pocket and then pulls out a small knife, "I'm not here to harm anyone." she adds before she cuts her palm open. Then her hand is held out, "Didn't know how you wanted to do this." she shrugs at that. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula takes in the scent of the blood. Even genetic markers can be sensed. The figure scowls, narrows his eyes, and indeed his tone becomes even more hostile, "Where is SHE?! Tell me where Mina is.. half blood! I will find her whelp. You do not even know the power that courses through your veins. You do not know your father. I am his god and that is all you need to know. I have met only two others of your.. kind before you: Mina and the one called Blade. Your creation is never a coincidence. Where. Is. Mina?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's violet eyes brighten a bit, "I do not know a Mina." she tells him. "I was born like this." she states with a bit of a glower. Why was he yelling about some woman she didn't know! "Mina? Blade? No, never heard of either of those people. I'm just starting to figure out what all this is." she shakes her head to that. "I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. I'm from the United States. I've never known anyone named Mina." she tells him honestly. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula growls, "Ignorant.. your father was even more wreckless than you realize. If I knew who he is.. or was.. I would bring him before my throne in chains. If you do not know Mina then you do not need to know. You are a mistake, an accident, and your existence is wretched. If you do not know it yet, your suffering will be eternal. I will not offer you my blood if that is what you have come here looking for. You are clearly of no use to me. As for your father? As I said.. he either is or was. He may already be destroyed at the hands of some mortal zealot. If he is as careless as I assume then it is likely that you will never find him in the flesh. Coming here has only brought you face to face with either your ancient ancestor or your ancient relative. It is difficult to tell whether you are of my bloodline." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "His name is Lucian, not ominous at all. Have fun with the chains if you want to go that route." Morrigan tells him. Apparently there's no qualmas from the woman about him hurting dear old dad. "He's been leaving a trail of dead bodies all over New York, ones that looked like my mother. Right now I'm just trying to see what I can learn from him, I've not been right ever since we fought and he bit me. Things are slowly manifesting." she frowns. "And you're right, I might be a mistake, but I've got things to protect and a father to keep at bay until I kill him or someone else does. He's really causing bad press for the rest of you guys." she breathes out. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula laughs sardonically, "A quest of righteousness? Quite common among your kind. Kill him if you must, I truly have no intention of hunting him down. I did not entirely choose to be.. who I am. I can understand your plight to a degree. I am the sire of an entire bloodline of vampires. The founder. I could at once command them to act in unison toward a single goal. I am their god. My power transcends that of every vampire in existence now. I could perhaps even find your father if he is of my bloodline. It is far more difficult to influence those of.. other origins. Vampirism is a murky subject as you will no doubt learn one day. But your father's choices are not my problem. He will meet final death if he is truly so devoid of sense. The master vampire takes only what they need and no more. The master vampire has more than one source to tap what they need. It is the foolish and weak who indiscriminately slaughter. Such a path draws those who would see vampires wiped from the face of the planet." He waits for all of this to sink in. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan watches him as the things start to sink in, "Alright. I'll see if he starts back up when I return home." she nods to that. She drops the talk of killing as she's not sure if it's infuriating or not. But she's listening to him as he speaks and there's a slight frown, "Well, we have that in common. The no choice." she admits. "So if my father is part of your bloodline, you would be my ancestor?" she asks him. "I mean, not that you want a screw up to be related to you." she chuckles. "I'm just trying to find out who else my be my family...or relations." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula laughs again, "Either way you would do well to learn from me. Your father clearly cares nothing for you. I have no reason to kill your or to care if you survive, however I am not inhospitable, call it a relic of my time as a noble man: Never take more than what you need, whatever it is that you need, and always have more than one source of it. I do not care if you need blood or something else, gluttony is death. Lack of self control is the doom of every creature. I cannot teach you anything more vital. Nothing else I know may even be within your capacity to learn, but even if I could teach you everything, I would teach you that before anything else. I am curious to see how well you fare now." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks at him, "Well, if you're going to be hospitable and not try to eat me I'd be happy to learn something. I like to learn." she admits. And apparently she was doing a good job of not following over from weak knees. Terror was not a good feeling. "Temperance in all things. Something my adopted parents taught me as well." she nods to this. "I don't feel a hunger for blood. I can smell it...depending on how long it's been spilled. That just started a few weeks ago." she states. "I'm not asking for everything, not my style." she admits. "And who knows, maybe I'll come back and be better at things. Not toddling around like I am now." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula considers what Morrigan has said, "Interesting. You do not crave blood and yet I smell the vampire in you as much as the mortal. It's almost as if you were meant to possess as many abilities as possible without succumbing to the nature of the monster you came from. I only say that because the other half bloods I mentioned very much desire blood. They deal with it on their own terms. Perhaps you are merely lucky. You are weaker than the other hybrids but you do not have many of their weaknesses. So are you truly weaker? A question to ponder to be certain. If you found your father what would you truly do? You have met me and I surpass him. I can teach you far more than he can if I wished. What use do you have of him now?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Sunlight makes me really sick, I created a serum for it when I was first in college. It lets me work in the daylight, but only for a period of time really." Morrigan admits. "I might be lucky I don't crave blood, but I'm also not a take a trip to the beach person. I mostly stay in and do my work and my research." she tells him. "I'm in no doubt weaker I'm guessing. That doesn't bug me really." she states. Then he asks the question of her father, "I'd ask him why he bit me and then why he keeps trying to kill me. If he would listen for five seconds instead of hurting people it would be a lovely thing. But he seems...unhinged sometimes." she explains. "I've never had a use for him. That's the whole thing. I don't think I'd miss him if he were gone." she muses. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula replies, "Your father was clearly a fool when he created you. Most vampric progeny become undead. Only a small percentage become as you are and it is never on purpose in my experience. There is simply no reason to sire a half breed. In fact your existence is a dire threat but it is not my place to decide your fate. It is your father's and clearly he is trying to kill you in order to correct his shortsighted whim. His failure is proof of his incompetence. Yet this is outside of my jurisdiction as it were. I will leave this saga to those already involved. If he kills you then he has fixed his mistake. If you kill him then you prove yourself his heir. Half breed or not such a feat is nothing to scoff at. By his very nature his potential exceeds yours. If you were to destroy him then you would prove yourself capable, even if in other ways. But even that brings dangers. Other vampires might see you as a threat. Consider your path carefully. You are no threat or boon to me. Your existence is inconsequential within my machinations. You cannot hope to disrupt nor aid them. As such you have a degree of free will that few others of your kind have, undead or otherwise. You are too weak to threaten me but powerful enought to transcend the mortals around you. Remember that.. I cannot speak more plainly. I am truly curious to see how you will use this knowledge. Explore your abilities and attempt to transcend what you believe are your limitations. If your potential is beyond what I believe it is now, then perhaps we will meet again. I may have further lessons for you." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him, "We'll see how things I guess." she states. There was a lot for her to process. Mainly it was the fact that Dracula was scary as fuck at the moment. "Thank you...for the talk." she tells him. "And for not just killing me on the spot." she adds. "If my potential is beyond just being a weakling then hopefully I won't turn into a bigger threat to anyone." she sighs. "For now, I will take my leave and let you get back to an undisturbed evening." she dips her head to him. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula laughs, "I actually hope that you DO become a threat to someone else. If I may be frank, I am disappointed with my descendents. They lack subtlty, they give in to their urges without thought of their own survival, and they end up prey to ancient orders of vampire slayers. It is why I am reluctant to create more of my kind. I have not done so for a very long time. The undead are poor learners, they operate from a very instinctive level of consciousness. I was of superior mind to them when I was turned. That and I cannot ever truly die. So my learning curve has been... different. Yet this is no excuse as anyone I sire will have great potential compared to the average vampire sired by some four decades old commoner." He leans in closely, "What I can do is beyond your comprehension but what you can potentially do is also beyond the comprehension of those around you. I do not know what you can truly do. Hybrids are the wild card of nature. It depends on how much you inherited from your father or your mother. Only you can figure it out. My lessons may seem as if they are only sermons, but these concepts unlock your potential. The ART of Vampirism is not demonstrated, it is described, and only in certain ways. I could demonstrate a great many things and you would not even know where to begin to replicate my parlor tricks. It is only through philosophy and then self discovery that you will unlock your hidden potential. It cannot be any other way, even for the undead. This is a curse for a reason.. there are no shortcuts." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a wide eyed look when Dracula leans in closer, but she manages to not fall on her ass. "Well, potential doen't blossom over night in most things. It didn't in college for a lot of people." she admits. "So we'll see how things go and if I'm still alive in a few weeks or months." she smiles to him. Then she's sobering as she listens to his words, "Seld discovery might be a good thing for me at this point. To see if I can puzzle more out." she admits. Then she gives a dip of her head, "Thank you for sharing a bit of wisdom. I'll see how it goes back in New York." she tells him as she starts to withdraw, heading backwards instead of forwards. She didn't need to go further into the forest and that crack was asking for her to break an ankle. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula calls after her, "Blood.. you must drink it. The very idea of such an act no doubt sounds foreign to you now, indeed repulsive. You may think to yourself that you would never consume human blood. But what you may indeed be thinking is that you would never attack an innocent. But human blood is not difficult to obtain in this modern era. Blood can be obtained by the bag, via the hospital system, and there are those who would give you their blood willingly. You may not hunger for blood, but it is blood that fuels your power. Keep in mind that if you do not consume human blood, you may not reach your potential. Also keep in mind that you do not have to kill or hurt anyone to obtain human blood. Your lack of hunger simply means that you will not crave the substance. What you may crave in the future is the power that blood brings. This brings us back to my initial teachings: Take no more than what you need and keep more than one source of what you need. If you choose this path then you are embracing your father's heritage over your mother's in any case. Only you can decide whether you will do this. The implications are unknown to me. I only know how you will increase your potential. The morality of any action is relative to the one making the decision whether to act." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan shudders at the thought of drinking blood, "I'm a Hemotologist and a Pathologist, Count." she tells him. "I can get blood. I just have no desire to drink it." she admits. But he had a point, it might be blood that fueled things. "Maybe down the road." she adds. Then there's a look to her watch and a sigh, "I'm sure we'll figure it out over time." she mutters. Then she's hiking back to where she came from for the moment. Not wanting to get spooked by something else. 

:'''{{#var:1308|Dracula (1308)}} has posed:''' Dracula replies briefly, "It is your choice. But remember.. it is the blood that empowers you. It is always there. Your occupation ensures that it is always in reach and you will no doubt remember that every time you see blood from now on. But you have a level of control that is unheard of. Drink and you will not regret it. You do not have to use your power for selfish ambition. The applications are limitless." Dracula is no longer there. Morrigan would see Dracula vanish and then a cloud of mist dissipate. This small demonstration of power may or may not inspire Morrigan. Regardless Dracula's lessons are over for now. 
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6890/Checking Up

2019-03-14T03:22:33Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/13 |Location=Morrigan's Apartment |Synopsis=Jason Blood comes to check in on Morrigan and they talk about Etrigan, Morrigan's father and di..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/13
|Location=Morrigan's Apartment
|Synopsis=Jason Blood comes to check in on Morrigan and they talk about Etrigan, Morrigan's father and dinner plans.
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Hellboy was in the news. Having saved someone from a tragic event. Really he was in the right place at the right time and managed to chase of one pissed off individual. But not before Morrigan was hurt. The news hadn't released her name, but it wasn't hard for someone to find out that it was her. On this evening Morrigan's not in the hospital, she'd been released and tried to dive back into things, but she was realizing that she needed to probably take a day off and stay in for the night. Given she's more of a night owl, the woman is currently taking down the police tape that was around her rooftop apartment and situating things out to be packed given she's apartment hunting. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason had set a simple spell to let him know when she was released. Things that once were miraculous could now be accomplished with a smartphone, but he still liked the old spells, laid on the skein of reality like spider's thread. Tug just so and you get what you want. He knocks on the door carefully, a welcome-home arrangement of flowers in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, his trenchcoat pulled closed against the lingering chill of the winter. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's violet eyes look to the door when there is a knock. There's a bit of a hesitance, but she manages to get the courage up to go and answer it. A peek outside and then she's smiling as she opens the door, "Jason, what a nice surprise." she states in a warm tone as she steps back to allow him in. She was dressed in jeans and a cream colored sweater that was just a few sizes too big for her. But it was more for comfort than style. "Come on in, I wasn't expecting company, but I'm sure we'll manage." she muses. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "Don't worry, I'm fairly self-sufficient. I doubt I'll impose too heavily on your resources," he says. He offers up the flowers and takes the bottle towards the kitchen, "I do hope you have some decent tumblers. Drinking out of plastic cups is just a little too Animal House for me," he says. He pours a bit in both, adding some ice. Taking off his coat, he's wearing a simple dark red button-down over a black undershirt, along with dark slacks and well-shined shoes. "I'm given to understand you had something of a rough time in the last week or so. And, well, I'd never quite gotten together with you to straighten things out after you saw...well, him." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a grin to that, "I don't think you're going to be an inconvenience." she chuckles. "Yes, there's tumblers in the kitchen." she nods to that as she retrieves a few and settles them down for him. "I don't think I've used plastic cups in my place since I moved in." she shakes her head. She leans against the doorway and watches him as he pours the whiskey. Then there's a soft sigh, "A rough time is an understatement." she looks to him. "Apparently my father has a very large temper and doesn't like the word no. Can't say I'm surprised. But some large red...man with a stone hand arrived just in time." she admits. "And I don't think there's anything to straighten out? Mainly just...discuss." she states, but she has a soft smile on her face. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I'm willing to answer any questions, I think, within reason. You might not like some of the answers. I know I don't." "Stone hand, you say? I've heard rumors of such, although I haven't met it in the flesh. So to speak," he says, moving to sit down and offering her a chance to do the same. "Most importantly: how are you doing?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan takes her tumbler of whiskey and there's a smile to him, "Sitting down first is a good idea." she tells him as she heads over to the couch and takes a seat. "I think my first question is...does he have a name and is he actually a demon." she asks him. There's a pondering moment and then she looks to him. "Yes, stone hand. Think his name is Hellboy given the news article." she states. "I'm guessing he's a demon or something, but helps out." she smiles to that. "I'm...doing alright. I mean, the bite is still healing but the doctors said it wouldn't leave much of a scar." she tells him quietly as she pulls the sweater back from her other shoulder, it's still bandaged, but there's bruising around it. "How are you since the frog ate you?" she asks him with a sober look. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood raises an eyebrow, "Hellboy, huh? I suppose they are running out of good names for the underwear on the outside crowd. I guess once somebody grabs the name Superman, it's all downhill from there." He takes a long drink from his glass and sits back, "He is a demon. His name is Etrigan. He and I have been bound for more than a milennia. He is a very, very bad creature, but there have been times when I was, too. I'm trying to be better. With limited success. The frog was...unfortunate. I hate having to rely on Etrigan's help, but he's better at the...brute force." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I guess that's his public name? I'm sure if he's a demon he's got some long one somewhere that only his mother calls him." Morrigan states with a bit of a grin. There's a curious look to him when he comments about Superman, she'd let him find that one out on his own. She sips at the whiskey as he talks. Completely focused on what he's saying. "Everyone has a past. Sometimes there's a lot of darkness and sometimes there's not." she nods to this. "Etrigan, sounds very demonish, yes." she admits. "With limited success? Is this due to Etrigan or just old habits?" she asks him truthfully. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood considers, "I'm not entirely sure. Don't get me wrong, Etrigan certainly doesn't help. He likes nothing more to see me fall off my 'high horse'. He likes to remind me that I have blood on my own hands that he didn't put there," he sighs. "I have not been a good man. Maybe I never was one. Sometimes what I remember is...tricky," he says. "I am not naturally kind nor generous nor keen for the company of my fellow man. I am a misanthrope, plain and simple, better suited to books and darkness than light and company. I do not know where I'm going from one moment to the next. But I keep walking." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a dip of her head, "He sounds like an interesting entity." she admits. "But watching one fall isn't always the most satisfying thing even if one thinks it might be." she points out. "You lived through dark times. And times that I can't begin to understand fully. I can't judge you for that." she states in a quiet tone. There's a moment of silence as she settles her tumbler down and turns a little towards him, looking him over, "And yet you came to check up on a woman that you've only met a handful of times and asked you to dinner." she smiles to that. "Does Etrigan make surprise appearances? Or do you call him forward?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood pours himself another couple of fingers of whiskey, "I call him. But if I don't call him for a while, he begins to...torment me. I can't keep him bound forever. I have to let him off the leash, so to speak, if I don't want him...fouling the house we share." "And you can certainly judge me for that. I do. I have met many, many others more than happy to do the same. I came to check on you because I felt I owed you an explanation. And because...you were nice. I enjoyed your company. Nothing more complex than that." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a soft nod to that, "Sounds like a good idea not to keep him pent up. Don't know what he might get up to when you aren't around." she tells him. "Can he hear what I say? Or does he go dormant when he's not out?" she asks him curiously. "I'm sorry about the odd questions, I just haven't been around many that are like you." she admits. Then there's a soft look to him, "How about I'm not one of the many, many others that have met you and thought that judging was a good idea." she chuckles. "You didn't owe me an explanation, but it's appreciated." she tells him. Then she curls her legs up on the couch, "I enjoy your company when you're around. Even if you like dark and brooding." she admits. "Do you have any questions for me while we're sharing things?" she asks after a moment. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood waves a hand, "Curiosity is natural. He can, if he's paying attention, but often he's not. He's in whatever corner of Hell he happens to be nesting in at the moment. He gets distracted. He has his own...interests," he says with a bit of a sneer. "I try not to brood too very much. At 1500 or so years old, it becomes a bit silly to behave like a mooning teenager, listening to sad songs and smoking clove cigarettes in the rain," he smiles. "My question would likely be: who are you, really, but I'm not sure you even know the answer to that yourself. You're no ordinary woman, stumbing by chance from brushes with the supernatural." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'll make a note of that. Never want to chance pissing off a demon." Morrigan states with a bit of a grin. "I'm sure his interests might involve making people scream." she adds. Though there's a bit of sobering when he speaks next and she gives a soft roll of her shoulders, "At that age I think you're allowed to do whatever makes you feel comfortable emotionally." she admits quietly. "Just as long as you don't start wearing all black and reading awful poetry." she grins to that. Then she looks down to herself, "I don't know." she tells him softly. "Harry said I have the ability to practice magic, but I'm not even sure where to begin with that." she shakes her head. "Does that bother you?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I'm pretty soft on poetry, generally speaking. So long as it is honest. The longer I live, the more I've come to prefer sincerity to artifice, even when it's attractive." He shakes his head, "No. It interests me. There are a thousand reasons why someone can have the capacity for magick. Bloodlines, fates, spells, curses. Simple damned luck of the draw. The trick is likely finding just what it is about you that's drawing you to such things. Like tends to attract like, after all." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I said awful poetry, not good poetry." Morrigan points out with a soft smile. "If you want to read poetry I'm definitely not going to be the one to stop you." she tells him. Then she leans forward to collect her glass again and take a sip of whiskey. "Or having a psychotic vampire for a father." she states quietly as she settles the glass onto her knee. "Who bites their kid? I don't get it." she rubs her face gently. "Do you think it might be my own nature drawing me to things?" she looks to him as she leans her cheek against the back of her hand. "I'd still like to have dinner with you. Unless you're against dinner dates due to your nature." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood looks away for a moment, "The universe is built on fathers bickering with their children. Every father thinks he's god at first and then finds out he's not up to the task of it," he says. "Do you think he wanted to kill you? Or did he want to make you like him? Or did he simply lose control?" "And I absolutely would like to have dinner with you, yes. One of the few benefits of my...condition, as you put it, is that I have a lot of old friends and I know my way around the secret places and the hidden spots. I can show you restaurants most people don't even know exist." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan listens to him and there's a curiousness that falls over her features, was he speaking from experience? She doesn't ask for fear of the answer. Or not wanting to upset him. "I think I said something that made him lose control. I think I got that ability from my mother." she admits with a sad look. Then she shakes herself and looks to him, a smile curling her lips upwards, "Well, if you'd like to surprise me with where dinner is, I trust you." she admits to that. "And I think I'll be fine with Etrigan. Unless he tries to eat me like Toxin did." she muses to that. "And no, I have no ulterior motives. I just enjoy your company and would like to get to know you more." she adds. In case he was going to ask. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I would like to surprise you, yes, he says. "I will say this: you don't want Etrigan's attention. I'm not trying to frighten you off - I genuinely do like you. But he is not sane or human or good. People often think they understand demons, because they watch a few horror movies or listen to ghost stories or even see a bit of magick, real live magick, performed right in front of their eyes." "But the truth of them is so much worse. So much," he says, closing his eyes for a moment. "And Etrigan is among the worst of his kind. Which doesn't mean he can't be charming. He's brimming with charisma, that one," he shakes his head and pushes up to his feet slowly. "I'll make arrangements for that dinner. In the meantime, I'll leave you to your...recovery..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I don't think I'm going to be trying to get Etrigan's attention. Much more interested in his human counterpart." Morrigan states with a soft smile. "I will remember that though. Just in case I do ever come face to face with him." she adds. "I can't possibly begin to understand most paranormal things. I'm going to learn though. Mostly because surviving is on my list of things to do." she nods to that. When he rises she looks up to him and then unfolds herself from the couch, "Thank you for checking in on me. I wasn't sure if I should call. I didn't want to really bother you when we hardly knew each other. If something else happens I'll let you know though." she admits. "I look forward to dinner, Jason. I'll walk you out. The door keeps sticking since it's new." she chuckles. 
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6865/Museum Wandering

2019-03-12T03:34:15Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/12 |Location=American Museum of Natural History |Synopsis=Grant Ward and Morrigan MacIntyre are having a day off. |Cast of Characters=228,..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/12
|Location=American Museum of Natural History
|Synopsis=Grant Ward and Morrigan MacIntyre are having a day off.
|Cast of Characters=228, 75
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' It's late afternoon in New York and some people have decided to call off work today. One of those people was Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. The redhead was basically wandering post being released from the hospital. She'd gotten some of her color back, but she still has just a bit more healing to do. She's currently hanging around the planetarium part of the museum, a to go mug of coffee in her hands and just reading things quietly. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' He had not been to th emuseum for quite sometime. In fact, he could not even remember the last time he had. Having been on assignment in Japan for much long than he anticipated more or less took away and down time for quite a while. However he was back and a trip out and about in the city had found him in the museum. There was no real reason. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a faded leather jacket, the SHIELD agent has also found himself in the planetarium part of the museum. "Amazing how one million Earths could fit inside the sun." He could quite possibly be talking to himself, but she is certainly in earshot. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's violet gaze studies one of the installations in the museum, not too far from Grant. There's a bit of a smile that curves her lips up. Probably something she read. Then she looks to Grant and there's a smile to him, "The universe continues to impress daily, that is for sure." she comments to him. "It's even more amazing how many universes we don't even know about." she points out. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' Ward turns his head to meet the gaze of the woman, not yet moving from his spot however. Well, she started the conversation, and the usually quiet and keep-to-himself agent decides there is no harm in enagaing in conversation. Afterall, it is the nice thing to do to a woman...right? "Very true. Just when I think I have seen everything, I am proved wrong. Not that I am often wrong. I am usually pretty correct." There is a casual shrug as he now begins to make his way over to where she is standing. "The unknown bothers me. You can't plan for the unknown." He extends his hand and nods once. "Grant Ward. You may have heard the name." Aloof? Just a bit. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to that, "Given we have aliens and everything else on this planet there's not much that surprises me anymore. Or well, it's usually humans that surprise me." she chuckles to that. "I've gotten to see a man with a metal arm blown up, a green lantern help them and a vigilante gun people down in Harlem. So maybe it's the norm in the world." she shakes her head. Then she reaches out to shake his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Grant. I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. And do you work for SHIELD? I've met a few of those guys the last few months." she grins to that. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' "The more I see the less qualified I feel to handle it." He lets the handshake linger a moment before slowly releasing it. "A pleasure to meet you Dr. MacIntyre." There is a pause before answering her inquiry. "Agent Grant Ward. /The/ Grant Ward." He seems somewhat hurt that his name did not trigger more a response. He actually turns his head to get a profile shot for her. "This may have what you have seen on the news sometime." He truly is reaching. "So are you a Doctor of Astronomy?" I mean it would make sense if she was, at least to him. However, the question is quickly dismissed as he pounces on the part of her words that truly has him thinking. "You have met a few of those guys in the past months?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a shake of her head, "I think some people are more qualified than they give themselves credit for." she admits to that. Then when he turns, she looks at his profile and she gives a chuckle, "Oh...THAT Grant Ward." she states in a sober tone. "I'm just joking I know the name, but haven't seen the face." she admits. Then she turns to look at him while she talks, "I'm a Doctor of Pathology and Hematology." she tells him. Then she nods, "I have met a few of them in the last few months. I think my favorite of the people has been Frank Castle." she muses. "So what are you doing in a museum? Day off?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' "A doctor of Hematology and Pathology? Interesting. I can say with the utmost certainty of 97% that I have not ever met a Dr. of Pathology. Well aside from Simmons. She is a Doctor of...well everything. Well not everything, but she...anyhow." His hands go to the pockets of the leather jacket as he looks to one of the displays and then back to the red haired doctor. "What brings me to the museum on my day off? Well, it usually is here or the library. Quiet and usually filled with people of moderate intelligence. Not that you are moderatly intelligent." He glances at another display spotting a man trying to get a space helmet costume display off his head and failing. "Okay. Except that guy." He offers the slightest of smiles. "I don't really have a day off, more like moments of time in which I am not expected to be somewhere. And you? Is there no blood drive going on today?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Is SHIELD looking to employ a Pathologist?" Morrigan asks him with a chuckle. She might be serious. "We're rare creatures. Like unicorns." she muses to that. Then she listens to where he goes on his days off and there's a smile as she looks to the space costume, "No aspirations to go to space, Agent Ward?" she asks him. Then she chuckles softly, "I work at Mount Sinai and there's no world ending situations at the moment. And I'm taking it a bit easy after being in the hospital." she admits. "It's nice to do something out of the norm every once in awhile, don't you think?" she looks to him curiously. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' "I graduated from human resources. I can check. Let me get back to you on that." He cannot hide the smirk this time. "I have never seen a unicorn. Yet, I have now seen a pathologist. I can cross that off my list. You've made my day." A side glance finds the man still struggling, it truly may be stuck on his large melon. "You were in the hospital? I mean aside from working? Like you were injured?" As a few kids come running thrugh, he leans in to gently move her to the side to avoid a collision. "I long for normalcy. Yet, what is normal? That is the real question." The look on his face truly shows he even confused himself slightly. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan laughs warmly at that, "Thank you for checking for me." she tells him with a smile. "Well, Pathologists don't tend to tell people what they do. We get people that have their eyes glaze over when we start talking about work." she admits as she looks to him. She's moved easily when he guides her out of the way and there's a bit of a chuckle, "Kids..." she muses. "Thank you." she adds. Then she rolls her shoulders gently, "Yeah, I was injured. Kind of a family matter that's weird." she tells him. "Normal would be wonderful. Any bit of normalcy really." she states. "And these days? Not be invaded by aliens might be normal." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' Grant Ward says, "It's kind of what I do, keep people safe. Nothing more viscious in this world than an ankle biter. They come out of nowhere." He studies her a moment, narrowing his eyes. "I bet it is most interesting. I mean who wouldn't want to hear about what diseases are festering in the city. I mean sounds like an over a cup of coffee conversation to me." Security has no come in to help spaceman remove the helmet. "My definition of normal changes daily. I could do without aliens...or people really." Another casual shrug." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to that, "Ankle biters, they are precious at that age." she admits. "I'll eventually find someone to settle down with and maybe have one or two." she muses. Then there's a quirk of her eyebrow to him, "I mean, if people want to talk about it over coffee I'm good with that." she smiles. Then there's a curious look, "Don't like people or just...too much of them to deal with?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' Did she just agree to coffee and a conversation? He thinks she did, but despite how cool he thinks he is, Grant Ward has been a little nieve at times when it comes to the opposite sex. "I can think of nothing more exciting to me than to discuss festering diseases while sipping caffeine. My idea of a good time. No seriously. I am sure that can be arranged. Mount Sinai is it? All I need." A hand goes to run along th eback of his neck. "It is not that I don't like people..well maybe. It's more I don't like /stupid/ people. I don't get out a lot." Those last words seem to be hastil added with a smirk. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan did in a roundabout way. "Oh, so that was you saying you'd like to have coffee and talk about diseases." she chuckles to that. "I'm a big fan of coffee. So that would work out." she tells him. "And yes, Mount Sinai is where I work. I have my own little office and everything." she gives a smile to that. "Stupid people can be taxing sometimes. So I don't fault you for that." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:75|Grant Ward (75)}} has posed:''' Grant Ward says, "I like coffee. I like conversation. Well, intelligent conversation and you seem to be able to hold one. So yeah. I think I could make time for that. We should try to make that happen. Not that I can talk much abhout work..that is unless you have clearance level 6?" He looks to her almost questioning if she did. "DOn't get me wrong, I mean they are not useless...I just..." He trails off. "So do you have a way for us to arrange this or should I just gain access to your work computer and figure out your hours?"" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a nod to that, "There's times where being able to not talk about work is sometimes a small blessing. So it's not like I'm going to be upset if you don't speak on things." she tells him. "I don't have clearance level 6...I don't know what that is either." she looks to him as she states that. Then she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a card case and hands him one, "Here is my card, feel free to call anytime." she tells him. "I keep weird hours. So, if it's middle of the night don't worry on it." she adds. Then her phone goes off, "It's the hospital, they probably heard I was having a quiet moment, I should take this." she murmurs to him as she steps away, "It was good to meet you, Mister Ward." she smiles brightly at that. 
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Morrigan MacIntyre

2019-03-10T18:17:55Z

The Morrigan:

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|Img=https://i.imgur.com/R4gxVuN.jpg
|FullName=Morrigan MacIntyre
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human Hybrid
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Pathologist at Mount Sinai
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City
|Education=Doctor of Pathology, Harvard Medical
|Quote="The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day."
|PAge=30
|AAge=30
|DOB=17 March 1996
|Height=172.7 cm
|Weight=54 kg
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Violet
|Actor=Katerina Martinovska
|Song="Innocent" by Fuel
|Profile=Morrigan is a highly intelligent woman that is a leading authority in the world of Pathology. Shes not the best. But if someone needed to get hold of someone in the top ten, she would get a call. The rumor around the Doctor is that she cant go out in the sun too long. But most of her colleagues and friends assure people its do to a medical condition. The condition is that Morrigan's biological father was a vampire and she got no benefits from the usual pairing between human and vampire. She has heightened intelligence and a knack for working with the blood, but nothing else really. Doctor MacIntyre doesn't know what she really is other than a human with a case of being a fair ginger.
|Description=The woman stands at 5'8" and has the coloring of someone that is from Ireland or the typical Irish American. Her skin is pale to the point of translucency, showing blue veins along her throat. Her hair is fiery red and is usually left to its own devices. Her eyes are a violet color.
 
She usually wears comfortable, but utilitarian clothing in shades of black and grey with crisp white or black t-shirts underneath. On her feet are a pair of old brown boots that have seen much wear. Over the jeans and t-shirt is usually a lab coat with her badge for Mount Sinai hospital clipped to it.
|History=Morrigan's mother is and was originally from Dublin, Ireland. Her father is an unknown man, probably of the same origins from what her mother can remember. Their love affair was not the brightest and in the end it turned out that dad was a monster. But her mother didn't have the heart to abort Morrigan. So she fled Dublin and took Morrigan to New York to live with relatives.
 
When Morrigan was a year old, her mother committed suicide. Leaving the child with no mother and a family that didn't want to take care of her. She was given over to child services. She was five when she was adopted by a couple. Morrigan's high intelligence blossomed at a young age and her adoptive parents protected her from the spotlight and from a lot of tests.
 
At thirteen Morrigan's sensitivity to sunlight became bad. She could only spend small intervals in the sun. Many assumed it was due to her being so fair skinned, but it was something else breaking through, her fathers genes. See, father was a vampire. Morrigan got few benefits of his vampiric genes, but a lot of the downsides!
 
As Morrigan has gotten older she's learned to live with the hindrances of the sun, over the winter (And many years), she developed a vaccine that lets her go out for longer periods.
 
What Morrigan doesn't know is that her father is currently trying to hunt her down. Given her name being changed when she was a child, it's been hard. But eventually this will come to a head in character and as part of story.
|Personality=Morrigan is generally in good spirits and a people person. She is not a beach goer and doesn't do long festival trips out in the sun. She does does make her day time appearances when necessary though. Like for conferences and things of that nature. Otherwise she does have her 'broody' days where she tends to scream at her work and curse at things in unintelligible Gaelic.
|Abilities='''HEIGHTENED INTELLIGENCE'''
 
Morrigan has been prodigal since she was a child and not on a 'Oh my daughter is an honor student' level. On a 'My daughter is Einstein!?' level.
|Skills='''MEDICINE'''
 
Morrigan is well versed in Medicine in General and specializes in Pathology and Hematology.
 
'''RESEARCH'''
 
Morrigan is extremely good at researching. Given all the school and her own personal studies she's probably one of the best in New York. But not THE best.
 
'''SCIENCE'''
 
Science! It goes hand in hand these days with Medicine and is needed for the studies she sets out to do.
|Resources='''CONTACTS'''
 
Morrigan has contacts with a number of the hospitals in New York and others through out the world. Given she's a leading Pathology expert, it pays to have friends.
 
'''MONEY'''
 
Morrigan's job pays a lot. So does her trust fund. So she has a nice cushion for her practice and her personal uses.
 
'''SOLIS'''
 
Solis is the serum that Morrigan has been trying to perfect over the years for personal use and for those who have severe allergy to the Sun. It doesn't work on those that have common sun allergies because...they aren't half vampire like Morrigan is.
 
OOC Note: This serum would not work for other Dhampir without time to tweak the formula and staff approval.
|Weaknesses='''CONFRONTATION'''
 
Morrigan is not a violent person. This tends to become an issue if there's a need for defending herself. And she insists she doesn't need a bodyguard.
 
'''MEDICAL ADVANCEMENT'''
 
Morrigan tends to get tunnel vision when she discovers a new medical technique or one that will improve her work.
 
'''SUNLIGHT'''
 
Morrigan cannot be in the sunlight for more than an hour at a time. If it goes above an hour it will start in levels of weakness, followed by seizure and then the skin burning severely. With the us of her Solis serum, she is able to be in the sun for up to six hours before feeling these effects.
 
'''SUPERNATURAL'''
 
Morrigan has had a few people make fun of her due to her sunlight weakness. It's actually caused the woman to look into weirdness that happens. Someone with a blood deficiency isn't always a vampire, but you never know!
 
'''UNKNOWN FATHER'''
 
Morrigan has done research into her father, but has came up short. She doesn't know if it's due to his not being from America or if he's just a Ghost. But she wants to find out someday.
}}

Father of the Year - Lucian Blackthorn

2019-03-04T22:31:10Z

The Morrigan: The aftermath of a fathers first meeting with their daughter.

{{Cutscene Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/04
|Location=Mount Sinai
|Synopsis=Morrigan MacIntyre wakes up in the hospital the morning after Hellboy and Freddy Freeman ran off her asshole of a father.
|Cast of Characters=228
}}
How much pain is too much?

The human body can withstand things that is sometimes astounding. But Morrigan had still been half conscious when she heard people talking in the apartment. The vague outline of something big and red with an enormous gun. The couch going flying and then nothing.

Just a sweet silence.

When she did regain consciousness it was with a searing amount of pain, but she was in a familiar setting. One of the private hospital rooms at Mount Sinai. Nothing like being taken to work. A few of her colleagues had been through to check on her status. But she’d missed them in the whole being unconscious.

When she tried to sit up there was just more pain. Centered in her shoulder. Then everything came flooding back. The man claiming to be her father had basically done what Toxin had done, why did everyone have to mess up her walls!

Now she was going to find a new apartment. Maybe she’d move out of New York. That would cause to many complications though with her job and where else was she going to get a position quickly?

The thoughts trickled off as she started to assess her own injuries. Nothing seemed broken. Which was a miracle. There were numerous lacerations and deep wounds from the glass. Not to mention the bite in her shoulder.

WHO THE HELL BITES SOMEONE?!

Oh wait, father is a vampire. That explains it. The sudden urge to vomit overrode everything and she grabbed the little pink pan that was near the bed to let it go. But there was nothing to cough up but bile and spit.

That’s about the time a nurse decided to pop in, “Oh, Doctor MacIntyre you’re awake! I’ll get the doctor.” she chirped happily. Ah yes, now things would get interesting. She’d have to explain what happened and she was half tempted to say she didn’t remember and go one with the day. How do you explain you have one of the worst fathers on the planet?

6693/Disturbance In Progress

2019-03-04T02:51:39Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/03 |Location=Morrigan's Apartment |Synopsis=There's a disturbance that comes out over the radio. But what happens is by far more disturbing..."

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|Date of Scene=2019/03/03
|Location=Morrigan's Apartment
|Synopsis=There's a disturbance that comes out over the radio. But what happens is by far more disturbing.
|Cast of Characters=228, 1347, 204
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' In New York there's no real surprise when a Disturbance In Progress call comes across the police radios. And those filter out to those that have police scanners and other such things that come in handy when trying to keep an ear or an eye out on the police back and forth of the city. Tonight this disturbance is a bit weirder though. Apparently something crashed through a wall and there was an animal noise? What does that? Those that can sense magic or evil in general might pin point the disturbance as something rather old and something rather cranky. 

:'''{{#var:1347|Freddy Freeman (1347)}} has posed:''' One of the minor details of the Champion spell, it tends to bring the person it is bound to where they are likely to be needed. Thus, Freddy Freeman happens to be nearby when something comes crashing through the wall. Calling upon his powers would be premature, so he limps over to see what is going on. Hopefully waiting is not stupid, but darn it Freddy wants to prove (to himself if no one else) that he can handle SOME things as Freddy. 

:'''{{#var:204|Hellboy (204)}} has posed:'''     Could he 'sense' magic or evil? Not particularly, but Hellboy's been doing this job for a long time, and when he heard the call when he was down a few blocks having a pizza, the SHIELD Agent heard enough to decide that he'd better go investigate and see what was what. Worst case scenario, he'd have to shoo a possum or an escaped tiger from the zoo out of an apartment.     His arrival a few moments after Freddy is gradual, with the big red-skinned man looking around cautiously. What is it that he would see, or smell, or hear when arriving at the scene in question? That was anybody's guess... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Do big red guys have super sensitive noses? If so there might be the overwhelming scent of blood that fills Hellboy's nostrils. The scene is about the same for both men. The top floor apartment hallway looks like a small war has been through it. Plaster and molding hanging off by sheer will on it's part. One of the doors to an apartment is completely missing. That's where the sound of shattering glass comes from not moments later. Oh great. They know where to go. 

:'''{{#var:204|Hellboy (204)}} has posed:'''     Yeah, Hellboy could smell the blood, and he could see that whatever had been through here was real big. The big man sneered at the realization that he was going to have a long night ahead of him, even as he looked over to the kid. For his part, HB's expression was tough to read between his glowing yellow eyes and his perpetually ugly mug, but he pulled back the left side of his trenchcoat to reveal his badge right there on full display on his hip, as well as the rather -larger- revolver on that side. His tail was twitching rapidly, the only 'tell' as to his frustation.     "Kid, get out of here, there's something bad walking around. Don't worry, I'm with SHIELD, if your mama or someone is in here, I'll get her out."     He didn't mention what state she might be on...he didn't want to dwell on that right now. 

:'''{{#var:1347|Freddy Freeman (1347)}} has posed:''' Freddy takes note of the odd looking man, but since he does not seem like the source of the trouble, he continues limping forward. There was a time he could have run forward...and he still could with magic, but as just plain Freddy limping is what he does. While he can limp at a decent walking clip, it is not exactly a sprint. Freddy bristles a bit, though he does have to grudgingly admit the kid part is not entirely inaccurate, "You would be surprised how...useful...I can be if needed, and if I am here it is because I NEED to be here." He mutters something about Order... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Inside the apartment is a sight. There's a large outline where someone probably crashed in through the wall. Which makes for a fantastic entrance in most cases. There's been tables overturned and there is a lamp that's been overturned, the light flickering on and off. It reveals the form of a very tall man with black hair that falls to his shoulders. There's something very 'off' about that man, but he's facing away from them at the moment. Freddy and Hellboy can both sense it. There is another form in the apartment...or currently laying face down and unmoving in the small roof top space of the building. Apparently that's what crashed through the french doors. 

:'''{{#var:204|Hellboy (204)}} has posed:'''     "Kid, that wasn't a suggestion. You need to get out of here before you get hurt. Go on, scram, get to gettin'."     Hellboy held out his left hand to 'gently' push Freddy backwards by the chest, not in any attempt to hurt him, in fact for his strength, he was showing incredible restraint. But he was also very clearly blocking Freeman's path, and actively trying to deny him entry from a dangerous situation. Out the corner of his eye he could see the man with the hair, and knew that trap a mile away.     "Kid, do you see that suspiciously still nonmoving man, waiting for someone to slowly reach out for his shoulder? He is waiting for you to limp in there and do exactly that so he can suddenly turn and reveal his monster face. You can prove you're a tough guy some other day, but I'm not letting you be something else's meal tonight." 

:'''{{#var:1347|Freddy Freeman (1347)}} has posed:''' Freddy waits, from appearances the one on the floor and the tall man were fighting, and both likely have more than human strength. The question is, who is the bad guy. If it is the one on the floor, then the other one might have things handled already, Pantheon might not be needed. If it is the tall man...well hopefully Freddy's companion can keep him busy long enough to give the word. Freddy is stubborn enough not to do so until the need is clear. Possibly the red guy is right, but one thing Freddy learned when he got his limp was not to judge things by appearances. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The man turns from watching the unmoving form on the roof, those eyes of his glow a brilliant violet. The bottom of his face is covered in blood. The light making it shine as he smiles to Hellboy and Freddy. "Ah. I get to meet one of the local celebrities." he muses as he looks at the large red man. Then there's a look to Freddy, "You two should really just turn and go. This is a family matter." he states. Then he turns back towards where the other person is and starts for them. "Just someone needing a bit of father and daughter time." he growls. 

:'''{{#var:1347|Freddy Freeman (1347)}} has posed:''' Freddy knows that he is not going to be any good in a fight against a hostile superhuman as Freddy Freeman, but all it takes is one word to change the odds, "Shazam!" Lightning flashes in less than a heartbeat, coming in through the opening to outside and striking Freddy. Instantly the lame teen is gone, in his place stands the mighty Pantheon. Pantheon raises his fist, covering it in the fires of H'ronmeer, "Sometimes, there is a reason to interfere with family disputes. I think it is YOU who should leave...now." 

:'''{{#var:204|Hellboy (204)}} has posed:'''     The lightning comes down, and the stoic, unflappable Hellboy reflexively pulls his hand back from the child, covering his eyes and looking back at Pantheon after a few long moments.     "You know, you probably could have lead with this form. Woulda made more sense, but hey. Potatoes, potahtoes."     And then, Hellboy was back to dealing with the violet-eyed creature in the room. Hellboy walked in to the space casually, pulling his SHIELD badge off of his belt and flashing it, to let this possibly ancient being know that everything here was legal and on the up and up. HB was sure he appreciated it.     "Yeah, sorry, but like my friend here said, we're unable to do that, at least until we take you in for questioning and determine just what happened here. You gonna cooperate with us, make things easier on everybody? We go down to the Triskelion, we get you a Happy Meal on the way, what do you say?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The man recoils from the fire, yeah, that was a no. Lucian looks between the two of them and there's a bit of a bloody smile that shows fangs, "Gentlemen. It's extremely rude to break up an occasion where a man meets his daughter for the first time, but I can see that you're going to be fussy." he sighs dramatically. The psycho meter is OFF THE CHARTS! "But if you insist, I will take my leave." he tells them. Then he moves quickly, quicker than human eyes would be able to pick up. And then the couch goes flying at Hellboy and Pantheon. 

:'''{{#var:204|Hellboy (204)}} has posed:'''     The couch goes flying, but here's the thing, this wasn't Hellboy's first rodeo. His big stone hand comes up in a vicious haymaker to send that furniture right back toward where he thought the long-haired man was, at the same time he was finally drawing that revolver and clicking back the hammer, looking around for the figure.     But of course, he was waving a gun around an empty room, wasn't he? 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' It's one of the oldest tricks in the book. Toss a couch to distract. But Hellboy isn't completely alone. There's the form that's been on the other side of the broken french doors that is lying there. There's the sound of breath, so they are still alive, but a lot of bloodloss from the looks of things. And as if on cue, there's the sound of police sirens that are fast approaching. 

:'''{{#var:204|Hellboy (204)}} has posed:'''     When the police arrive, Hellboy directs traffic, telling them basically what happened. Though, he omitted a few details that will go into his SHIELD report. And he isn't going to tell anybody about how Pantheon accompanying him used to be Tiny Tim. He wasn't gonna tattle on a superhero. 
}}

6728/Visiting The Blue Lady

2019-03-02T02:13:16Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/01 |Location=The Blue Lady |Synopsis=Morrigan goes to visit Thomas and things get interesting. |Cast of Characters=228, 7044 |pretty=yes }}..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/01
|Location=The Blue Lady
|Synopsis=Morrigan goes to visit Thomas and things get interesting.
|Cast of Characters=228, 7044
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had been looking for a special place to go for a Friday night out. It meant that she ended up at the Blue Lady, maybe it was familiar enough that she didn't think something awful was going to happen. She's not dressed in her usual jeans and long sleeved shirts this evening. She's decided on an unadorned black dress that stops at the knee and a pair of fire engine red high heels. She makes her way to the bar once she's through the door. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' The drink that arrives in front of her is brought without fanfare, but is definitely reminicant of her last time at the bar. Orange juice, sloe gin, southern comfort, vodka and Galliano floated on top. a Slow comfortable screw up agienst the wall. Thomas smirks at her a little playfully, tilting his head. "I wasn't sure I'd see you again. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a curious look to the drink that arrives in front of her and then there's a look to Thomas as she hears his voice, "I was wondering if I was going to run into you." she admits with a smile. "I decided not to keep myself cooped up this weekend." she states. "How have you been since I last saw you, Mister Raith?" she asks him as she watches him. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith gives her that wicked grin that he is rather well known for. "And decided instead to grace me with your loveliness. I'm flattered. And please don't call me MR. Raith, you are going to make me feel old. Thomas is fine." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a blush at the wicked grin that he gives, "I like this place and it seems to have a very warm and welcoming owner." she tells him with a soft smile. "And I'll call you Thomas then." she grins to that. "And there's nothing wrong with being old." she muses to him. "How have you been? Anything exciting going on?" she asks him as she lifts the drink to take a sip. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith fetches a crystal decanter out from under the bar, filling a highball glass with it's contents and shrugging slightly, "It's been an interesting few days. Did you hear about that dragon alien thing that appeared in the park with the little gray men? I was there for that. Not exactly fun. Ruined my favorite pair of jogging shoes. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan listens to him and there's a bit of a chuckle, "You sound like you were having interesting times like I was a few weeks ago." she admits. "I did not hear about it, though I have no doubt that there are enormous amounts of weird things happening." she shakes her head. "Right now my weirdness is vampires. And men that can turn into demons." she murmurs softly as she takes another sip of that drink. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith gives her a sideways look at that, but says with a playful grin. "I mean it could be worse, they could vampire demons. Or Demon vampires." He says in a playful voice, "What sorts of Vampires are after you may I ask?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Are there really demon vampires or vampire demons?" Morrigan asks as she looks to him. Like that might be an actual thing. "Apparently my father is and he is searching for me. I hired a PI to help with it." she admits. "The associate I was supposed to meet here the first time I came in was murdered and a bunch of her files stolen. I just need to figure out what exactly to do." she states quietly. "I sound crazy." she tells him after a moment of silence. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith blinks slightly and then says to Yosa, the one eyed barman.. "Watch the bar." Then turning to her he adds, "Why don't you come up to my office... You...you don't sound as crazy as you might think you do." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a bit of a nod, "Sure, I can do that." she tells him as she slips out of her seat. "And I'm sure you hear all kinds of things when you own a bar. I didn't know vampires were actually real until I started doing research and talking to someone. But...it explains a few things." she admits as she moves to follow him. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith leads her up to his private office and turns off the monitors, gesturing towards the sofa. "So first and foremost I should say that I believe you. Fully and completely. I know Vampires are real. In fact some people would consider me one." He says simply. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan follows him up and there's a bit of a curious look when he turns the monitors off. She takes a seat on the sofa, crossing one knee over the other as she watches him. Those bright violet eyes of hers widen for a moment at his admission and then she blinks, "Wait, are you serious?" she asks him. "I've been told there's a lot of different types of them. But Harry didn't go into details." she explains. "I'm half vampire from what we've discovered." she admits quietly. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith smiles a bit and nods "The private detective you mentioned. Harry Dresden?" he nods and looks a bit relieved. "Well the good news is you're at least in good hands there. I am what is commonly known as a White Court. We don't feed on blood. We're born not made. But there are similarities. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to him, "Yes, Harry Dresden. I figured he could deal with weird." she admits. "How do you know him?" she asks. "If that's an alright question." she adds. "He's been good to work with and my lawyer seems to like him." she chuckles. Then she watches him as he explains what he is and there's a nod, "So you were born a vampire? You aren't half like I am?" she asks. "What do you feed on?" she asks him curiously. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs, but figures in for a penny as it were. "Emotion. Strong negative emotions. There are various White Court Houses. The Skavies feed on Fear. The Malvora feed on despair. House Raith, our preferred flavor is Lust." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't freak out and honestly she's probably taking this better than most people would. There's a soft nod to his words and the explanations, "I think my father feeds on blood. I've been starting to smell blood...even the tiniest amount." she shakes her head. "So Lust, is that the reason why getting close to you feels...really nice?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods slightly, "pleasant little side effect that. I feed on it, but I also generate it." he says mildly amused. "Mostly I don't let the genie too far out of the bottle. I need to feed of course, but I try to leave my partners with as much free will as possible." He smirks, "I could have you rubbing my leg and mewling like a kitten if I wanted. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Now I'm going to wonder if it's very hard to be like that." Morrigan states as she looks to him. "That came out wrong..." she sighs. "It's got to be hard for you. I would think." she states. "Are there any vampires that feed on blood that you know?" she asks him. Then there's a look over him, "I thank you for not doing that. I'm not really good at kitten anyways." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit, "You're welcome. "And not many. We don't associate much outside our own courts. I've had a few dealings with a Red Court named MAdam Bianca, and also with a Vampire in Los Angeles named Angel... but the White Court's vampire status is mostly political." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan suddenly realizes something, "You know, I didn't ask the million dollar question of should you be telling me any of this..? Followed by and are you going to have to kill me." she admits to him with a soft smile. "I don't think I'm going to go search anyone out. But I'll need to track down my father. Before he does anything else." she explains. "I probably shouldn't mention you're White Court to anyone either." she nods to this. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods a little bit, "It's not as big of a secret as you might think. You go out there and start telling everyone that I'm some sort of sex vampire and what'll happen? Most folks with laugh at you and some will be intrigued. MAke hunting easy for a few days. Hell you can look us up on Wikipedia." he says amused. "But I figured if you were already being stalked you'd appreciate knowing that there were people who believed." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'm not going to walk out there and start yelling that you're a sex vampire. I'd probably be considered crazy and lose my job on top of that." Morrigan gives a soft laugh to that. "I'm sure hunting for you is not hard." she adds with a red lipped smile. Then she sobers and there's a grateful look, "I do appreciate it. It also means that well...I know someone that's sort of like me and sometimes that's a bit reassuring." she tells him with a soft smile. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith shrugs a bit, "Some nights are harder then others... Ever now and then I get a very attractive woman in here, and just when I think things are going great, she gets a phone call and has to leave." He says in a teasing voice. "And since I try not to suppress free will..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a bit of a blush as she smiles, "I'm honestly not sure how I would have reacted had I stayed the other time." she chuckles to that. "It is good that you try not to suppress free will." she does comment with a smile. "I think you're very handsome, but I'm interested in someone at the moment and I really don't want to mess it up." she sighs. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith looks to the heavens and just closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Why me?" he asks , in the tone of voice of a man who has just been offered a fifty year old Scotch the day he decided to quit drinking. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a chuckle, "Oh now don't do that. I'm sure there's tons of attractive women out there." she tells him. Then she rises, "And hey, it's very flattering that you think I'm attractive." she tells him. "I hope that this doesn't put a damper on a blossoming friendship for the moment?" she asks him gently. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' It's the chuckle that does it. It doesn't make him mad so much as seriously annoys him. And so he does something he rarely does, he looks at her and then...and then desire floods her body. Pure animal lust, The gentleman she's interested in couldn't be further from her interest. It's not a desire to make sweet slow love or have gentle mutually satisfying sex... it's a desire to fuck. Raw and dirty. It's Hungry. It's Primal It's...IT's gone. Almost as fast as it came over her the sensation washes away. Thomas smirks slightly, "Just wanted you to know how little words like 'I'm sort of seeing someone', make /me/ feel." he says teasingly. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Nothing could prepare Morrigan for that feeling. And it was something that sparked a more feral response from the redhead. Thomas might swear that her eyes glow as her eyes snap to his, teeth bared and a hiss coming from them. Her body goes tense and she flexes her fingers just a bit. Then it's all gone. She blinks and then shivers, "I'm sorry." she whispers. "I...should go." she adds as she raises a hand to her mouth and heads for the door. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith stands and is beside her in a moment. "No wait... that was wrong of me... I can't let you leave if you're going to go out there and go all feral.." He says softly in a measured tone. "I'll be good I promise... let me fix you another drink.." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks to Thomas and there's a bit of a look over him, "I don't know what that was. But things are starting to surface when I encounter new situations. I feel fine now." she tells him. She takes a deep breath and there's a soft smile, "I promise I'm not going to go feral on anyone." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith gives her a look as if trying to decide that fact for himself, but evidently he decides it's okay, giving her a wicked smile and saying "Well okay. I'd say I'm sorry... but I'm not so... 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives him a soft smile, "I don't expect you to be sorry. And its..." she shivers a bit. "Nothing to be sorry about really." she admits quietly. "I'll come back and see you soon though. I promise." she states. "And thank you for talking to me and giving me some reassurances. It made me feel better." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:7044|Thomas Raith (7044)}} has posed:''' Thomas Raith nods a bit, though he doesn't move to touch her... after what he did to her that might set her off again. "I look foreward to it... MAke sure to come back too if you're ever feeling less...virtious." He says playfully. 
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6633/Bubble and Squeak

2019-02-28T02:23:40Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' A quiet enough afternoon in Flushing, right on the weekend. Tourists and businessgoers alike travel here and there, for a variety of activities and events. An art gallery open. A bustling organic fruit cart market along a row of artisinally themed bakeries. In a couple of hours, people would start grabbing the train to head to the hockey game or out to the movies at one of the local theatres. All of which is a little bit interrupted by the sudden arrival, at exactly 3:45, of a thirty foot high toad on the roof of the local Upright Citizens Brigade theatre. That's a hell of an improv. Light shimmered in the air above it at first and then it plopped, with a jiggling intensity, right on top of the building, its green-grey mass quivering. But, since then, it had not moved, just sat, thoughtless and staring, drawing eyes and attention but making no move to be threatening. Yet. 

:'''{{#var:154|Zatanna Zatara (154)}} has posed:''' There were a lot of things to do in New York. Visit this, visit that, go here, go there, eat this, eat that.. which is part of what Zatanna was doing this fine, and lovely day. Scouting out venues for an upcoming show, or just to admire architecture, Zatanna stopped to smell the roses that were right next to the hotdog cart that offered up unhealthy goodness for a small fee. A Chicago style hotdog. Loaded with all the fixings and something extra hot that looked like a squashed piece of red bark but was a pepper. Hotdog man's special. And it was handed over, wrapped part way along with an ice cold fizzy bubbily that would burn the sinuses. Mmm! Of course, she missed the shimmering lights, and yet.. when there's magic those senses go up. For her to turn around in that instance quick as a whip would allow her to spill the mustard. But no shannanigans were going to have her goodness on this day! But, turn she does (slow we might add), to glance up, up, all the way up towards the green.. grey.. massive.. toad.. ew.. One glance at her hotdog, and then to the toad, to the hotdog again and.. *CHOMP* Zatanna just starts eating. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan was in need of something freshly baked and a cup of coffee. Because you can absolutely get those two things here in Flushing. There's just one problem. It's daylight and she hasn't had her meds. She's dressed in jeans, a crisp white dress shirt that fits loosely on her frame, over that is a long black coat and she's wearing a brown pair of boots. There's sunglasses to block whatever sunlight does manage to filter down from the heavens. She's walking along and there's a sip of her coffee taken, her eyes catching sight of a huge toad. The makes her lower her coffee slowly and she looks to the cup, then sniffs it. Didn't smell like it had anything else in it. "Is that a toad up there?" she asks someone that's walking nearby. Probably sounding crazy. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Out of the Sanctum for once, Stephen Strange has found is way out of the proper city and all the way to Flushing for some reason. The wizard had decided to let his feet do the walking and his eyes do the aiming and it just so happened he ended up quite far from his home in Greenwich. He wears his blue tunic with the spicey mustard colored sash keeping the shirt taught to his waist. From beneath is a pair of pressed older pants that have a fantastic crease down the front of both legs but they still look quite comfortable. The wizard also wears a pair of sensible shoes.     Stephen finds himself at a book store full of rich century old novels and signed copies of books that are being sold for way too much as well as an outstanding collection of sci-fi novels that the doctor used to read, before the crash. Now that he's able to live them, he finds many fictional books to be not as interesting as the reall thing.     With a copy of Dune in his hand and turned open to a random page Stephen turns to look up at the sudden appearance of an enormous toad, this gives the wizard pause and peaks his curiosity. Stephen closes the book and steps out onto the sidewalk and around to the front of the theatre. 

:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''     Traci's in town to visit the art gallery. Though people might not think of it when guessing at Traci's interests, she is very much into surrealist art! In ways that others tend not to see, Traci finds a fascinating aspect of the arcane can be witnessed in an utterly unique fashion when surrealists give life to their demented concepts, drawing them from that which is ever whorling and swirling around in their fecund, creative mindscape.     Leroy, of course, is with her, though she's spun a bit of a light-glamour on him so that people's critical eyes slide over him without registering his presence. She is wrapped up in contemplation of a Brandi Milne piece ( http://www.coreyhelfordgallery.com/images/labels/pics/Brandi-Milne-07.jpg ) when the hairs on the back of her neck stand up -- her Fate Sense is telling her Something is Happening. She quietly makes her way outside and takes in the sight of the amphibian on top of a building. A huge amphibian. HUGE. "Hey, Leroy... Is that...?" she starts to ask. <<...a friend of mine? Hardy har har. No, you know I don't consort with amphibians. Disgusting,>> he replies, whipping her back with his tail in mild indignation. "Just thought I'd ask. Maybe, if you knew him, you'd know how to ask him to bugger off," she mutters, looking around with her magick-sight, seeking...any kind of helpful information that might add more to this puzzling picture. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven has few ways to monitor the magical state of the world. None of those are strong enough to detect something just -arriving- on top of a building, much less does she have something to let her know of an incursion. All of the tools she is aware of are at the Sanctum- which she herself has not been to in quite a number of days.     As such, Raven is notified in the way a lot of people are- people hav eyes, and phones, and phones have their own eyes- which are now being used to record the frog's every nonhostile movement. There is a pause, as Rachel stops pouring herself a cup of coffee at the tower, and she offers a quiet sigh. "Yeah. That's my saturday. A frog."     There is a rush of temporary nothingness, and then, holding a rather mundane looking mug and standing on the street corner opposite the frog, Raven sips at her coffee, staring daggers at the frog for slights that it has not made against her.     Yet. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Those with the senses to discern magick will notice a few things. There's a warping to the dimensional signature in the air above it, the remnant of an extradimensional portal that accounts for this thing. Threadlike filaments of magick connect it to the roof. With proper perspective (such as being on the roof itself), markings can be seen, chalked onto the slate, archaic magicks with a distinctly Egyptian flavor. None of which is very comforting when the Great Toad suddenly starts to roil. Lights flash within its belly and the bloated throat of the beast. It's eyes throb and it lets out an enormous burp, smoke rising from the mouth of the thing as it shuffles fattened, oversized feet. Seems it's having a bit of indigestion. 

:'''{{#var:154|Zatanna Zatara (154)}} has posed:''' It didn't take long for the people around her to quietly, and quickly gather their things. Children were being packed up and dragged off, carts were soon abandoned and left behind, dog walkers and joggers all became runners for a grand prize in staying alive. It was almost uniform; and wonderful in a sense. There was no need for her to yell to get out and clear the area, and this allowed her to steal a few napkins from the cart to dab away at her lips. "Alright then." She mutters to herself, that cool, slightly worn out Gotham behaviour kicking in as fingers were soon cracked and snapped. The only thing that gave her pause? The large burp that the toad emitted, her eyes going wide and nose immediately wrinkling, pretty much expecting a foul stench of magic to fill the perimeter. "Good lord that's terrible!" "GROSS!" A man hollars as he runs away. "I KNOW RIGHT?!" Zatanna calls at his back, then turns to keep marching. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks about and then back up to the giant amphibian, "Hope Mister Castle doesn't come around a corner guns ablazing." she mutters as she sips her coffee. She moves backwards, leaning against the building behind her so that she's got a more comfortable spot. She's most assuredly not climbing up there unless it starts getting sassy. Then it burps and a laugh bubbles up from the woman, she raises her hand to cover her mouth quickly and try to go back to looking serious, "Wonder what it ate." she murmurs to herself. Gods that was gross. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "Well, it's alive." Stephen says to himself as he blinks a few times and then wipes a tear from his eye with the sleeve of his tunic. Great day, good work feet. Stephen slowly begins to rise from the sidewalk he was walking along and moves to hover in front of the things large eyes. He is directly above the street and in front of the beast.     As he floats there, Stephen casts a second spell upon himself granting himself a basic universal translation spell he learned from his constant readings. So in 'toad' Stephen asks, "Do you have a prefered name?" Best to start with introductions. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Sip. Sip. Quietly, Raven stares at the frog with unblinking eyes, practically daring it to make the first move- to justify her thoughts and idle misgivings about a giant amphibian that -shouldn't- be where it is, perhaps even simpler, that shouldn't -be.- Another sip, and then it haunches and begins to glow and, worse still, churn with something horrid within itself. The belch, of course, causes Raven's mood to visibly worsen, -somehow-, and she begins to approach what she is sure is a noxious, likely deadly, interdimensional frog that ate something that may not even be a -thing- conceivable in their dimension.     Raven stops walking towards it when Strange makes himself present, and begins to engage in diplomacy. Raven, for her part, sips from her coffee- and starts to scan the frog's emotions, to try and discern, currently, what it is feeling. Violent emotions take precedence, to a degree, but Raven will temporarily feel what it feels. That'll help her gauge what it's even here for. 

:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''     Traci's eyes widen a bit as the lights flash inside the amphibian's belly and throat, her face a mask of slightly disgusted fascination as it belches, a large mouthful of smoke following behind it. "Wow. Now, that's what I call heartburn," she yuks passingly, focusing her attention on the warping above its body. She begins weaving an intricate spell of protection for herself, her fingers creating shapes that are impossible, at a speed that's improbable, as she keeps her eyes trained on the Great Toad. Wind begins to swirl around her, sweeping her hair up in it, as she begins rising into the air, flying in its direction to get closer, her protection spell still being crafted by her hands. As she gets nearer, she takes note of Doctor Strange doing his thing, and finds a slightly out-of-the-way spot to land on the roof, where she can watch and perhaps be of assistance without getting in the way. She listens quietly to hear what she can, if the toad replies. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' The toad stares at Strange, implacable and empty-eyed, then belches again rudely, another burst of smoke erupting from its mouth until the thing starts to wretch. It's a hacking, obscene undulation, throaty and loud, the sheer volume of the bellow from its monstrous throat cracking a few windows. It shakes its body as it spasms, opening wide and unleashing a massive gout of flame that barely misses Strange before depositing a lump of wet matter in front of it, covered with drool and...gunk. That matter rises up slowly and shakes, revealing a cloaked form, yellow-skinned, with ears like a bat's wings and burning scarlet eyes. The Demon flicks its serpentine tongue against its fangs and regards the world, notably Strange and Traci immediately. /Wizards always asking things of creatures great and small Name yourself and give a care lest magick make ye fall Apocalypse Toads have no names, they're dumb as dumb can be Just a vessel for eating hellish creatures just like me He's not yours, so step aside while I seek some death The sorceror who sicced it on me deserves my Demon's breath. No quarrel here, no need for war, just do the wiser thing. Lest Etrigan rip all of your guts and bones to string 

:'''{{#var:154|Zatanna Zatara (154)}} has posed:''' Zatanna wasn't that far off, but once she sees a smaller figure rise up to approach the toad, she keeps that line of sight just right. Her eyes take to the skies then, scanning, darting from left and right, attempting to judge the size of the building and the weight of it all.. "Tel Em Raeh." She mutters aloud, the spell kicking off in a wide range of wind gusts to her ears, a horn honking in the distance, a sharp and piercing noice of a television providing feedback. Her eyes squint as she presses her fingers to her ears, attempting to focus.. and focus hard until the loud noise of the toad belching and barfing.. ..just makes things worse! She gags, and is -so- glad she wasn't that close! She was also glad for the fact that by the time the belching and wretching was over.. and the demon itself is loose, she could ear the words from the floaty man and .. "What in the ever loving.." And it rhymes. "..Why am I not surprised..." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's got a good idea, well...a bad one if anything sees her and wants to turn her into a snack. The Irish woman decides to take the fire escape to the roof of the building across the street. Much safer! She peers over the concrete ledge on the roof. Her eyes going to the demonic form that's risen from the belched up lump. "Interesting..." she murmurs to herself. Then she looks towards the others that are on the roof across from her. This is the most exciting part of Queens, you never know when large toads will be spitting demons out on rooftops! 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Staying out of toad-vomit range was absolutely number one on Raven's priority list. She was glad Strange had approached first, in that regard- it saved her from being anywhere near where it might lurch up a... Well, apparently a demon. It seems a little less immediately violent than most demons are, and so Raven focuses her attention elsewhere. She stretches out her soul-self, the visage of a Raven etched in shadow on the road- and then on the side of the building- as it seeks out the frog.     Engulfing it will take time- but the process is not painful, nor readily apparent. More, the shadow itself becomes an ever expanding pool of darkness below the frog, assuming it does not merely leap away from its rooftop perch now that its flaming meal has been hocked up. When it is large enough, the shadow will become inherently more akin to a portal- a hole in reality into which the frog can slip, and then be gone from this plane of existence.     Raven, though she remains where she stands, is trying to send it home. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen yelps as he has to put up a shield quickly to protect himself from the smoke and fire being errupted in his direction but still, it didn't seem like a direct attack to the wizard. Strange frowns as he dispells his spell, though he still floats in the air as he hovers closer towards the blob of black mass before it 'hatches' and starts to rhyme in his direction.     Stephen's black eyebrow rises up more and more and more as the self proclaimed demon continues his rant. "Rhyming aside, your name is Etrigan? Etrigan, really? You come to this place in this manner and demand you allow the denizens of this plan to allow you to rip them flesh from bone?" Stephen asks, his tone is almost amused as he slowly turns his stance while in the air and extends a lone hand before a semisphere of eldritch energy materializes off his finger tips and he holds it between himself and the demon. "To borrow from a deity, I say thee, nay." 

:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''     Traci's protection spell fully in place, it'd take something pretty special to penetrate it, but she still steps backward instinctively as the Great Toad burps and upchucks its stomach's contents. She wrinkles her nose at the wad of demonflesh that splats on the ground at the Toad's feet. It takes her but a moment to recognize the demon as he stands and flings the gunk off of him, speaking in rhyme. She hears Strange respond with a question and she coughs loudly, "Ah... 'Scuse me, Doc, but I think he was sayin' he'd rip us up if we didn't let him deal with Mr. Toad," she clarifies. "Still, Etrigan, wouldn't it be better to do that where innocent bystanders won't get hurt? Let's send you two somewhere that's not here, huh?" she calls out. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Raven will find that the toad seems to seems to be planebound in some fashion, as it fell magicks lashed it to this particular world for this particular purpose. Tugging on those ties makes them more obvious to the eyes of the sorcerously skilled, a binding web of incantations that have been wound around the great creature to both enslave it and keep it focused on its primary purpose of devouring Etrigan. Of course, it's not feeling very good at the moment, so it more gives an idle belch and a weak struggle as Etrigan turns to glare at it. The source of the magicks is nearby and hidden. Perhaps someone might flush out our nefarious perpetrator? As for Etrigan, he regards Strange with a wary eye. Etrigan's no fool, he knows Strange's reputation and the markings of power surrounding the others. This is a potent bunch, all in all. "Some of you I know too well and some are strangers still Devil's wicked tongue aside, I wish none of you ill I hunt another hid nearby, his magicks linger near No need to wet your wizard's robes with demon-tainted fear Etrigan the Rhymer, yes, a Lord and Duke in Hell Strange and Thirteen, Trigon's spawn, Zatarra's child as well I'm not the threat you think I am, I'm not the one to oust The fork-tongued fiend responsible, his name is Felix Faust." 

:'''{{#var:154|Zatanna Zatara (154)}} has posed:''' It took a minute, due to her own magical affliction to even recognize what had happened. Etrigan was spat out. Hearing her name rang familiar bells that should be alarming but it wasn't just yet. "Ylf." She murmurs, drawing herself into the sky upon the surface of the wind, flying towards the toad but keeping a clear, clear distance away to avoid the vomit that may or may not spew in her direction. "Felix Faust?" Zatanna calls out from that space, taking a glance towards Doctor Strange, her eyes seeking out others that were named in the area with a turn, and arms out that pretend to keep her balance. "Why would he do this?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan has no bloody clue what's going on with the people across the way, she can't make out anything. She's just watching the whole silent show unfold. But, she is on another roof and her head keeps popping up to check out things. Was there a sorceror hiding on her roof? She'd not be able to even pick it out. Because she was a newbie to all of this. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     "Then tell me what business draws you from your realm with this beast? Why have issue with this plane when your own will do?" Stephen asks though he is starting to feel like this is a waste of time. He should simply over power the magic that has invaded this area and return these two do to their battle from where they came.     "Where is this Felix Faust?" Strange demands as he turns his head to look at the approaching Zatanna and gives the magician a soft nod before he looks back to Etrigan and the toad. Then he sees it, and calls it out, "Can any of you sever the strands and free these creatures so that we might return them?" Stephen asks Zat as well as the other mages he knows are here. 

:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''     Seeing the skeins of magick shifting and twanging as Raven attempts to open the portal back to the Toad's world, Traci traces the signs back to the young woman standing a way's away from the scene on the roof. Turning her attention back to Etrigan as he speaks, her ears prick at the name he mentions last. Felix Faust. She's familiar with the name. "Again, Etrigan, I'd like to keep this outta the city, if you don't mind. I can see that Faust's over there," she jerks a thumb in the direction of the magickal energy tied to the portal that was opened. "But, like, let's keep things contained. No civilians need to get hurt in the process, right?" she says, her mind zipping through the spells she has memorized, trying to select the best one for the scenario. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven is an abnormally powerful teleporter- essentially an interdimensional nightmare in her own right. That the toad is bound to this plane in a way that she cannot effect is, inherently, troubling. Without a word, however, Raven shifts focus again. Retracting her soul-self back into her regular-self, Raven begins to scan the crowd- both with her eyes, and with her empathic abilities. Fear, anger- intent, in some ways. Not enough to pinpoint a name or a thought other than the kind that a wizard trying to escape, or to combat them, might have. There are specific emotions- and specific directions in which those emotions are being placed- that can give it away. She hopes, of course, to use it to pinpoint Faust from the crowd. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Etrigan gives a snarl, but, again, looks at the array of powers laid before him. Could he fight and win? Well, in his mind, probably, if not in truth. But is it worth it, when he can, instead, just turn them towards the real object of his ire in the first place? "Bound I am to this world, though I love it not Blame Merlin's spell and Jason Blood for my unfortunate lot I see in truth you do not trust me, demon that I be So I take another shape so thou might trust in me Begone, Begone, O Etrigan Take again the form of Man." Magicks swirl around the Demon, catching in him in a momentary whirlwind as he sloughs off his yellow, scaly skin, breaking through them in a burst of hellfire to reveal the shape of Jason Blood, clad in an unlikely tweed suit and glaring in relatively poor temper. Raven and Traci alike can trace those threadlings, emotional and magickal, back to the farmer's market below, from whence a cloaked and hooded figure suddenly darts and starts to run like holy hell for a way out, sandaled feet slapping on the ground. Felix Faust has and always will be a coward. 

:'''{{#var:154|Zatanna Zatara (154)}} has posed:''' Zatanna shakes her head, grunting a little as the commotion picks up. She can't tell where Faust is, so her main point of focus is Etrigan. "He's fine." Zatanna says to Strange, not annoyed by the fact that Etrigan got spit out, but just annoyed by.. the timing. She was in the middle of enjoying her hotdog! In fact, her stomach was now turning and she felt it gurgle herself. But once Traci picks out Faust, Zatanna raises her hands in a shrug. He's running, someone -may- as well go get him. Should it be her? Zatanna was already turning once Jason casts away his 'other' skin, her nose wrinkling in the direction that Traci pointed, her chin lifting towards her in a 'hello' and 'what's up' sort of fashion. "We should probably go get him if we want to keep this contained." Cause, women NEVER cause any property value damage! 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan stands and slips her sunglasses off, her violet eyes just go wide when that demon turns into Jason Blood. It makes her brain hurt for just a moment. "Jason?" she states. But it's loud enough that it carries. Probably to where the man himself can hear it. That's a really neat trick and all...but she's just staring over there now. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Stephen is left floating in the air and frowning as he looks down to watch a man run from a group of wizards and then he crosses his arms and leans back until he's in a reclined position, and far from that, he starts to float back down. He turns his attention back to Zatanna, "You, or the others can. I believe, this is out of my hands. It certainly is once the toad is taken care of, but the rhyming warlock seems to be focused on that so... I'm going to go back to shopping." Stephen says with a sigh before lowering fully away from the scene and ending up back on his two feet, no longer concerned as he probably should be. 

:'''{{#var:141|Rachel Roth (141)}} has posed:'''     Raven pinpoints the source of the unsettling emotions and magickal disturbance, in the crowd- coming from the local farmer's market. Immediately, she begins sending out the shadowy form of her soul-self, clinging it to surfaces, and under structures. She doesn't pursue physically- instead closing her eyes and navigating by the feeling of the great black Raven that is her namesake.     It follows at speed- and a frightening one at that. Unbound by physics or laws on where it can go, it waits, until, she hopes, Faust attempts to duck into an alleway or look at the group of magicians- anything to take his attention off of where he is running for only a moment. If he does, that is when the shadow of a bird will swoop in under his sandaled feet, turning itself into a form of pit-trap so as to, well, teleport the sinister sorcerer.     Where, one might ask? Three feet to the right of Stephen and Jason... And twelve feet into the air. It's only a drop equivalent to the second story, and it is not at all on his head, so he should survive- but it also won't be pleasant. 

:'''{{#var:1005|Traci 13 (1005)}} has posed:'''     Traci is of a similar mindset to Doctor Strange. There isn't much call for her with so many talented people about. However, instead of going back to shopping, she simply maintains her position and works to aid wherever she can, focused on keeping people from being harmed, keeping damage from being done. It's not glamorous, but it's responsible and that's p cool. She lets the other ladies do their thing to apprehend Felix, her eyes watching Jason Blood as he looks rather cross. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood glances at Morrigan as the woman recognizes him and gives a rather weak handwave of greeting before focusing back on the situation at hand. He watches Raven scoop Faust up and bring him back. Frankly, he's relieved that Strange isn't taking more of a hand in the situation. Blood wasn't sure what would come of trying to cross swords with that particular sticky wicket, but it would be messy, regardless. Raven deposits Faust right between Blood and Trci, now that Strange has made his exit. The man has a golden circlet holding a blue headdress in place and an Egyptian medallion on his neck. "Jason, I swear to you, it was not personal, I didn't even know it was Etrigan they wanted, they just said a demon, I wouldn't have dreamed of crossing you, you have to know that..." the trickster mage blubbers, looking over at Traci, "You can see I'm telling the truth, can't you? Kind girl, sweet girl, pretty girl? Don't let him hurt me!" 

:'''{{#var:154|Zatanna Zatara (154)}} has posed:''' Zatanna starts to speak to Strange, stumbling in her words, attempting to form a 'wait' but he was already down. A turn back to Jason and she winces, yet right when she herself was about to float down to apprehend Faust, it was already done! Well, that was easy. But there was still a matter of the toad. While magics were being performed, and begging was had, Zatanna was prety much going to wait it out. Waiting in the form of attempting to put things back together. "Hcus a ssem, ekam ti naelc, dnes ti raf, raf yawa morf ereh." ELSEWHERE: A portal opens over the heads of the few gathered in Arkham Asylum. It was lunch time for the various criminals housed there... ..until it was not. A wave of vomit comes crashing down out of nowhere, leaving the putrid smell to stink the halls for days. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a wave back to Jason, a momentary look up to the sky and then back across to the scene over younder. She turns to go back to the fire escape and starts to climb down. She at least wasn't completely freaking out. It's just another day in New York. Or she was going to slowly build up to a freakout. She just climbs down calmly. Very calmly. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:'''     Strange is unable to interfere further, as his oath prevents him from taking action in affairs unless outside forces are trying to act on the planet and it's people. He is here to keep the status quo to an extent, but he can not force evolution nor can he prevent it. So with those restrictions on his magics and his actions, Strange decided it was best to let what happens happen. With a sigh.     Back on the ground level, Strange walks down the sidewalk, passing Raven as she drops Faust on the ground from a floor up with a wince from the wizard. "That isn't good." Though he does move over to Faust, he still is a doctor and needs to make sure the man isn't injured. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Faust seems to largely be in good physical health, even as he clings to Strange, Traci or anybody else he can for defense against Blood. Jason regards the creature warily, but waves a hand, "I wash my hands of him," he says. He'll pursue vengeance in his own time, without so many prying - and judgmental - eyes about. He jumps down from the building himself, leaping easily and summoning a gust of wind to cushion his landing, his trenchcoat blowing up a bit around his legs as he lands in time to try and catch up with Morrigan, "I told you my life was complicated..." he calls out to her. 
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6699/The Subway Isn't The Greatest

2019-02-28T02:04:05Z

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|Location=Subway Station
|Synopsis=Jean-Paul and Morrigan meet at a subway station that's seen some murder recently.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The news the last few days has been full of fun things. If you think finding a decapitated woman on the subway platform is anyones idea of fun. That's what Morrigan is doing down here this evening. Looking around where they had found the body. There's yellow police tape over a few places and the tape for the body outline can still be seen in the grit from the people that had walked over the same spot this afternoon. The womans bright violet gaze is wary as she stands there for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:301|Jean-Paul Valley (301)}} has posed:''' A man appearing to be in his mid-20s comes down to the platform. Eyes ar slightly wide, as if he's been up all night, but the Gotham U sweatshirt and jeans are not too remarkable, even in Manhattan. Fingers move corded beads as he talks quietly. "...et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris..." He's almost to the taped area when he notices it and stops suddenly, blinking and clearing his head for a second. "Lord," he says, "look on the soul of Your departed servant with mercy, I pray." As he speaks, he makes the sign of the cross, and then looks at the red-haired lady. "I am sorry for interrupting. Please excuse me." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to the man that appears and there's a nod of her head in greeting to him. Though his words make her quirk an eyebrow, "Latin, that's lovely." she tells him. Then there's a shake of her head, "Nothing that your doing is interrupting. I just wanted to check this place out. See if there was any weirdness besides the ladies head missing." she frowns. Then she looks back to the spot on the ground, "Doesn't look like there was any blood that spilled." she admits. Which for having your head cut off there should have been some. 

:'''{{#var:301|Jean-Paul Valley (301)}} has posed:''' "Thank you. I find it more...soothing than English for prayer," Jean-Paul replies. At the remark about blood, there might be reasons like..."Was the wound cauterized? Or was she exsanguinated before?" He shakes his head, "Morbid thoughts, and I apologise, Mlle." Despite the American college look, he gives a courteous, slight bow. "I am Jean-Paul Valley. May I know your name?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Prayers always sound better in Latin. Or well, Catholic mass wouldn't sound nearly as beautiful in English." Morrigan tells him with a smile. "I don't have any idea about that. Sadly. But it's not the only exsanguinated victim that's popped up." she frowns to that. Then there's a smile to him, "It's nice to meet you, Jean-Paul. I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre." she offers. "Were you heading home from class or to class?" she asks him as she points to his shirt. 

:'''{{#var:301|Jean-Paul Valley (301)}} has posed:''' "Possibly true, but it is the intent more than the form of the mass that matters. Fortunately." He blinks, "I was...a late night. Going home." He frwns and looks intently over her shoulder at...nothing at all. "No," he hisses. "You shall not have her." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile, "Good old college days. I miss mine sometimes." she admits. Then she touches the wall where something was hit, "I'm sure I know what did this. But I can't really tell the police about it without looking insane." she murmurs. Then she gives a look over her shoulder quickly as he hisses and jumps. Is anything standing there? No. Was she afraid she couldn't see it? Yes! 

:'''{{#var:301|Jean-Paul Valley (301)}} has posed:''' Jean-Paul Valley 's teeth are bared, a fierce expression on his face, and he steps towards an empty space on the platform and punches the air, sharp and precisely, and then he starts to laugh. "Yes, run. You always do...." And then he relaxes, almsot drained as he turns back to the lady. "Better," he says with satisfaction. "So...what do you think did this, then? A vampire or other demon certainly could." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan steps to the side and puts herself up against the wall as she watches Jean-Paul punch the air. "Is...was there something there?" she asks him as she looks to the place. She gives a look between them for a moment and then there's a bit of a sobering look, "I...I do think a vampire did it." she admits quietly. "One that I don't know what he looks like or his name." she frowns. "So not much I can do on it." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:301|Jean-Paul Valley (301)}} has posed:''' Jean-Paul Valley sighs. "Images? Ghosts? A demon or devil of hell to torment me? Who can say," he says. "As for this..." He ponders, "I would then look at the weaknesses of vampires, and have things for them on hand. If you follow Mr. Stoker's book, a crucifix or rosary will be potent, garlic somewhat less so. An actual pyx or blessed water most of all, but only if the ordinary hallows that use for them, lest they become deconsecrated." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "You see things?" Morrigan asks him quietly as she steps away from the wall. "That's not a bad thing sometimes." she holds up her hands a little. Just to ward off any angst that might come up. Then there's an amused look at the vampire talk, "Yeah, hopefully all that will work against this one." she states to that. "I'm a bit tired of Vampires." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:301|Jean-Paul Valley (301)}} has posed:''' Jean-Paul Valley nods. "Sometimes," he says with a wry smile. "Who isn't? Sure there is /Twilight/ but before that, Anne Rice's books were just as..." He shakes his head. "I would be happy were all vampires truly dead. But I am afraid I must away..." 
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6494/A Meeting By The Bay

2019-02-19T03:13:10Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/02/13
|Location=Amnesty Bay
|Synopsis=Jason Blood and Morrigan MacIntyre both end up in Amnesty Bay for reasons. They meet up with the local legend that is Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     A light, but unceasing snow has been falling for a fea days now, blanketed the small town with a light layer of white. The roads are salted and cleared, of course, and the hardy locals continue to head out on their boats for fish and similar. It's edging towards evening, and most folks are nestled safely in their homes by now. Still, Sybil's Diner is somewhat busy. A few stools are available at the counter, while most of the booths are taken. The Mainers drink and laugh over hearty, and surprisingly good food. It's a fairly standard diner, even if leaning into seafood a hint more then many, with a menu on a chalboard behind the counter, rotating specials, pie under glass, etcetera. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood's antique car pulls up outside, a retro-styled thing more reminiscent of the thirties than today, although the engine beneath the hood is purely modern. His admiration for the aesthetic doesn't mean he's willing to accept something lesser in performance. The cold doesn't seem to touch him, the man lingering outside and finishing a cigarette before going in, finally snuffing the butt and tossing it into the trash on the way in. He's well-dressed, with a grey pinstripe and tie, a long trenchcoat. His hair is trimmed at the sides and swept at the top, a streak of white running through the dark brown. He drums his fingers across the counter before selecting a stool, drawing a menu toward him and flicking through it idly, "In my experience, the fare at such waystations is usually much the same, regardless of geography. Coffee, water, a steak with some sort of gravy, potatoes of whatever preparation the chef deems his specialty. A piece of pie to follow. Cherry, if you have it." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan just happened to be driving through Amnesty Bay on her sporadic road trip. Her boss had told her to take a small vacation after last week and well, she wasn't arguing. Her car was parked and she headed inside the diner. The atmosphere makes her smile a bit and she heads for a seat at the counter. The violet eyed woman gives a smile and a quiet greeting, her accent says Irish, pegging her for not a local. She gives a look to Jason when he enters and then back to her menu as he's ordering. "Just coffee for now, thanks." she gives one waitress a smile. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     The woman behind the counter takes a look at Jason and shifts a bit uncomfortably, as if she can sense trouble blowing in. Or at least an antisocial mess. Still, she offers him a smile and nods, taking his menu before turning to put his order in. A burly, bearded man with a seafarer's tan glances over as he sips a local beer from a glass bottle. "The 'fare' at those other places don't have anything on Sybil's," he grunts, and a few of the other locals nod in agreement.     The waitress takes the menu from Morrigan and nods. Soon enough a mug is set in front of each of them, and filled with coffee. A small saucer of half n half is idly between them. A moment later and a glass of water is set down beside Jason as well. The locals eye the two curiously, but not in a xenophobic way, like in some small towns. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood has a hint of an accent himself, reminiscently British but long-faded, the tones of an expatriate. "Perhaps not," he says in response to the old salt. "I wouldn't dream of impugning the judgement of your no-doubt cosmopolitan palate, good sir," he says. He nods to Morrigan, the woman's vivid hair catching his eye and something about her aura, perhaps, although he's hardly like to make a fuss about such things. His own aura can be quite a mess to those with the sight to see such things. He gives her a nod as well and takes a sip of water. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't look offended when Jason talks about the fare. Or his light British accent. She looks more curious as she looks to the man, a nod given to him, "Good evening." she states. Then there's a turn of her head when the waitress passes back by, "What do you suggest out of towners try?" she asks her with a smile. Then she looks back to Jason, "You aren't from around here either I'm guessing." she states in a quiet tone. Not really wanting to draw attention, but also it's not a secretive whisper. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     The locals all have a rather thick Mainer accent. Pretty unmistakeable as anything else. The big man grunts at Jason's response and turns away to his previous conversation. The waitress, moving back and forth behind the counter, pauses when Morrigan addresses her. She offers her a friendly smile and considers for a moment. She is interrupted, however, by a man a few stools down.     "The fish and chips is pretty fantastic. If that isn't your thing, Doug makes a mean bacon and eggs. I'd reccomend scrambled. He nails them." The man's voice is deep and pleasant, and his accent is local, if not as thick. Arthur glances up from his own empty plate, where he seems to have been in a friendly conversation with another local. The tall, muscled man is dressed in a pair of sturdy jeans and boots, along with a red and black flannel over a faded Smashing Pumpkins shirt, which looks pretty old. His blonde hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail, framing his handsome, tanned features.     Aquaman is a bit harder to recognize outside of his famous scale mail, but someone really clued into the news or heroes might be able to place him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood isn't particularly clued in. He finds the sussurus of modern news media to be irritating, like shoving one's head into a hive of bees. He already has enough things in his head as it is. He takes the coffee and nods at the observation, "I don't know that I'm from anywhere anymore. Something of a nomad's life, I'm afraid," he says. If he's uncomfortable at not fitting in, he doesn't show it, seemingly quite at ease in his more expensive garb. "You're Irish?" he says. "Been a minute since I've seen the Emerald Isle." Well, if a minute is sixty years or so. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's head turns at the sound of the voice and there's a smile to the man, "Thank you for the information. I think I'll have the fish and chips." she tells the waitress. There's another look given to the large man down the way before she focuses on Jason and there's a smile, "Nothing wrong with moving around." she tells him. Then she nods to him, "Yes, but I haven't been there in a long time." she admits. "My mom moved us here when I was still just a baby." she states. "I'd like to go there sometime, but my vacation wasn't long enough to warrant an out of the country trip." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     The man nods with a small. "Good choice." The waitress flashes him a smile, acknowledging him as if he were a regular. "You folks have trouble getting in here through the snow?," Arthur asks, as he pushes his mug out for it to be refilled. Once it is he adds a bit of sugar and cream to it. He catches the two are having a conversation, however, so he quiets down for the moment.     Meanwhile, Jason's order is set in front of him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood takes a bite of his steak, chewing thoughtfully before he replies, "That's a shame. Lovely country. And now the strife's settled down quite a bit, you can visit it without threat of being blown to pieces." To Arthur's question, he turns his head. He can read the strength in the man's shoulders easily enough, but that's always a relative matter. Human or superhuman, it makes little difference to him regardless. "I'm adept enough at driving in adverse conditions. It does seem to be coming down, though. One hopes the roads will remain clear enough to continue on tonight. I suppose I should inquire about local inns, just in case?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'm used to New York's snow so I didn't have a lot of trouble. I was getting hungry and well, if there's an Inn somewhere I'll probably wait till the morning to head back out." Morrigan tells Arthur. Then there's a look to Jason, "I'm sure it's lovely." she admits. Then she nods in agreement with Jason's words, "That doesn't sound like a bad question." she muses. Then she looks down to Arthur, "You're a local?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     "Well, if it gets too white out there for you, we really only have one motel. It's a nice place, though. The Motel 6 on the western edge of town. Cheap, too," the blonde man replies. One of the other locals chips in, there: "Well, don't forget Sally Hayes has that bed and breakfast over on Hawthorne, by the water!" A few others nod at that and Arthur chuckles. "Right. Must have opened that after my last visit. If you want a more local experience, they can get you that address, then."     Arthur glances at Morrigan and chuckles. "Fair enough." He hesitates when she asks him that question, and he nods. "Raised here, yeah. Been away, off and on, for most of my adult life, though. Still visit whenever I get a chance." One of the locals walks by and pats him on the shoulder on the way out, and he spends a brief moment offering goodbyes with a smile, before he turns back. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' "I prefer a bed and breakfast, when I can. Nothing like waking up in a real bedroom in a real house. Sleeping in a motel too often feels like sleeping in a cardboard box. At least it has cable, I suppose." He continues to eat his steak, methodically cutting and chewing, "My profession lays in the realm of folklore. I don't suppose there are any interesting local legends or hauntings or...I don't know, sasquatches and the like?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan takes a sip of her coffee as she listens to things. She was at least warming up from the cold. There's a look down to Arthur and a gentle nod, "I think a bed and breakfast sounds better than a motel, just for the night." she states. Then there's a smile, "It's a nice little town. Might try to retire to a place like this." she admits. Then there's a curious look to Jason, "Oh that would be neat to look into." she tells them. Maybe there's a bit of hope in her tone. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     "No, I get that," Arthur replies to Jason. He considers the question from Jason for a moment as he takes a long sip of his coffee. While he is busy, however, one of the locals (A slender older woman) turns to the man and says:     "Well, this is the town where the Aquaman is from, if you mean that? Raised right here in Amnesty Bay. Fought off all kinds of big monsters and evil armies and whatnot to protect us, too." Aquaman is one of the founding members of the prestigious Justice League, and noted King of Atlantis. There's an embassy in Metropolis! It seems like a ridiculous statement, but a few others nod in agreement. Arthur, however, simply sips his coffee and casts the woman a brief glare.     "But we don't have any...bigfoots or anything like that. Just an unusually large amount of ocean monsters and minions."      

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood raises an eyebrow, "Is it now? Well. Fancy that," he says. "While I'm sure he's legendary in his own right, not precisely the sort of thing I had in mind. I guess he might qualify as a cryptid, but Atlantis is more...exotic than it is alien," he says. He finishes his steak and sets the plate aside, "Ocean monsters, however, can be quite fun. And you seem a little young to be considering retirement, miss. I'm getting a little long in the tooth myself, but I'm not going anywhere." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's hopes for encountering something spooky seem dashed for the moment. But the older woman gets her attention, "Oh, he's from here? Fascinating." she states. "I'm guessing the sharks aren't up for making appearances in this cold. Bigger Great Whites maybe." she sighs. "I'd not call him a cryptid. He might not like that." she comments to Jason. Then there's a soft chuckle, "I'm not that young." she tells him. "Oh, I'm Morrigan by the way. Nice to meet you guys." she comments. Then there's another look to Jason, "You like looking into the paranormal?" she asks him quietly. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     Arthur considers Jason's words but doesn't comment on it, instead just sipping his coffee. He glances between the two idly, seemingly content to be on the periphery. Morrigan's introduction seems directed at Jason, so he doesn't butt in. The waitress sweeps by, setting down Morrigan's fish and chips...which is super fresh and delicious. Coffees are also refilled. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood gives the woman a look of slow regard, "I like it sometimes. Sometimes I don't. It's generally necessary, one way or the other. Anyone who can read a newspaper can see that the world is full of the impossible. Some of it's new things, aliens and mutants and mad scientists clad in armor. But some evils are old and know how to hide. Take a little digging. I'm good with a shovel, simple as that. And capable enough to handle myself if I find something live." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Mo's introduction was posed to both of them, but she realizes it might have went awkward for a moment. Though Jason gets her full attention with his cryptic talk, "I realize there's things out there...that aren't really normal. I just was in an incident last week like that." she admits "But I was told something and I'm not sure if I want to believe it or not." she frowns to her coffee. "Maybe you'd like to talk on a night time dweller sometime. I can give you my email address or phone number." she offers. Then she looks down the way to Arthur, "And your name, if I can ask?" she smiles to him. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     "Arthur," he replies. He takes another small sip of his coffee as he considers the two. "I guess it depends on what you mean by normal. Simply because something is out of the purview of an average person doesn't make it wrong or unnatural. We're continually discovering new things in this world. Doesn't make any of them...bad. I mean, sure, some of them -are-..." He shrugs his muscled shoulders. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "Jason Blood," he says by way of introduction. "Tell me about this thing you've encountered. And I can likely tell you whether or not to believe it. Or, at least, make an educated guest. Does anyone mind if I smoke inside? The snow's coming down something fierce. Of course, if you insist, I'll oblige." "And you're right, Arthur. Not everything different is wrong. Certainly not everything is evil. But I also know that evil is real, real as the air you breathe and just as common. You'd be surprised at the lurking things you see if you know how to look." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a genuine smile to Arthur's words, "That's a very good way to look at things, Arthur." she admits. She then looks to Jason and there's a bit of an amused smile, "Blood. That's a strong name. Oddly, that's what I specialize in." she chuckles. Though when he tells her to tell him about things there's a hesitation, "It's not really something I feel comfortable speaking on in public. I don't want people to think I'm a loon." she states. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     Arthur sips his coffee and idly watches the two as they talk. He seems to be a naturally reserved person, or at least he is in situations like this. He brushes his fingers over his trimmed beard and considers something idly to himself. It's around that time that the door opens, and a family makes their way in out of the cold. A young mother and father, and two small children, all bundled up. One of the children spots Arthur and sprints up to him, and he grins and reaches down to ruffle her hair and give her a small hug. Her parents and brother wander over. "Arthur! They let you off that throne long enough to have a beer at the bar later?," the father asks. He chuckles and nods to the man.     "Wouldn't miss it, Bill." The family takes a booth, leaving the big man in silence again. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood gives Arthur a longer, measured look, "Well, well. It seems the King himself has been amongst us this whole time. How very Henry V. And with a snowstorm to boot. How very Shakespearian. Cheers to you, then, your majesty." he says, raising his coffee cup. "I admit, I've had mixed experience with kings named Arthur, but I'll try not to hold their sins against you." He nods to Morrigan, "As you like. I'm more than happy to consult with you privately if you like. It seems as though we're both likely headed to that bed and breakfast soon enough, if you'd prefer confidence. If Aquaman walks amongst them, though, I'm sure these fine people aren't too astounded by the stranger side of the world. The King himself must know a few wizards. Atlantis has always had its share." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's gaze drifts to the family that comes in and then back to Arthur. Oh that's an amused look on her face, "King Arthur?" she asks him. "That's pretty cool." she admits. "Probably goes over well with the ladies as well." she chuckles. Then there's a curious look to Jason, "There's not been a lot of King's named Arthur in a while. Unless my history is off." she states. "I don't want to impose on your evening, Mister Blood. It would be nice to talk to someone on things though." she tells him. Then there's an eyebrow quirk at the mention of 'Wizards', "I know a Wizard back in New York." she smiles to that. 

:'''{{#var:100|Aquaman (100)}} has posed:'''     Arthur chuckles softly and shrugs. "I wasn't trying to fool you or anything. I just...come here when I want to get away from all of that." He nods a bit, then. "The Kingdom of Atlantis is heavily steeped in magic. I'm not a practitioner, myself, beyond basic hydromancy, but...we have many."     He looks to Morrigan and chuckles softly. "Arthur Curry, yes. Or Aquaman." He shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood refrains from the cigarette in the presence of the children. Not that he actually cares. People just tend to be sensitive about such things. "Your history seems accurate to me. A very long time, yes," he says. "And no imposition. I am, as you can see, very much at loose ends tonight." "I know a little Atlantean magick, but it's not very useful for those not of the proper bloodlines. More likely to cause problems than solve any. Still, a fascinating systemology." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's overly intelligent gaze turns to study Jason for a moment and there's a soft 'oh' from the woman. "I'm not going to be rude and ask how old you are." she whispers to him. Then she smiles, "I'd love to chat then after rooms are settled." she nods to him. "Magic seems like something a bit out of reach for me." she chuckles to that. "Though I do seem to be running into those that can wield it easily." she admits. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood shakes his head, 'Nothing rude about it. But I would probably lie, just to be on the safe side," he says with a bit of a devilish crook at the corner of his mouth. "I keep late hours. Feel free to knock on my door at your leisure. What wizard, might I ask, have you met in New York? Might be a mutual acquaintance. I keep a house there myself." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I don't tend to be that worried about age. And I'm guessing you've got a wealth of knowledge that comes with the territory." Morrigan states with a bit of a smile. "I'm allergic to sunlight. So I tend to be a nightowl myself." she admits as she doctors her refilled coffee. "So I'll come over and talk." she nods to that. Then there's a look to him, "His name is Harry Dresden. He's doing an analysis of my blood at the moment. To confirm something." she admits quietly. "I live in New York and work at Mount Sinai." she adds. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I've heard the name," he says, not letting on much more than that. "We haven't met, but magickal circles tend to be a little incestuous. Gossip and innuendo and cross-pollination abound," he says. "None of us have clean hands." In his head, a rhyme pops through his thoughts in a familiar voice: /Silly Jason, playing nice A word of demonly advice? You're no knight, no oath you swore You'll only taint this silly who--/ "Enough." he says aloud and the demon in his head cackles. "Apologies. My mind went astray. Perils of the profession, I"m afraid." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "He's a pretty nice guy, I think you'd get along with him...just from what I've seen." Morrigan admits. "Or I could be completely wrong and you'll hate each other." she shrugs. "So there's a big community then? I think that's neat." she smiles to that. Though she blinks when he says 'enough' outloud and she blushes a touch, "It's alright." she tells him. "Mine has been going astray, so I needed a break." she nods to that. "Are you trying to get away from things?" she asks as she looks to him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "If he's a very nice guy, he probably wouldn't like me very much. Not to say I'm the worst there is, I just have...history," he says. "I'm always trying to escape a little bit. Part of the problem of being trapped, isn't it? But I manage to find ways to keep myself amused, even if I do carry my cell along with me wherever I go. The view's pretty good, at least." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives him a bit of a curious look, "We all have history, Mister Blood." she chuckles to that. "Though if you're half as bad as some of the men in New York currently then that would be a sight." she admits. "We have one man that's gunning down fifteen to twenty people at a time right now." she shakes her head. Then there's a smile, "The views are nice, yes. Maybe you could go look into one of those sea monsters tomorrow?" she offers. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood flicks his teeth over his tongue, "Well, there's bad and then there's bad. Although mostly that just sounds quite sloppy, to be honest. Just purposeless mayhem. Murder for murder's sake. I know of those pleased by such things, but I don't count myself among them." Anymore, he leaves unsaid. "I think I'd like that. There are a lot of old settlements hidden amidst the rocks and coves of New England. This place is old and hallowed. It was no coincidence the witches settled here." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks to Jason as he speaks and there's a soft nod, "Yes, that's actually a fair point on the murder." she admits. Then there's a smile, "Witches seem to have a good taste in places, Salem is a nice little place as well." she states. "If you'd like company tomorrow, just let me know. I wasn't going anywhere in particular and looking around this place some more sounds almost like fun." she smiles to that. 
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6567/Poking Around Amnesty Bay

2019-02-19T02:55:45Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The bed and breakfast had a few rooms still left open. Not like there were dragging in a whole lot of business by the time Morrigan and Jason decided to do their check ins. The next morning the Doctor was packed up and ready to go, but she'd decided to head back up and knock on Jason's door, asking if he wanted to do some sight seeing/exploring before she headed out. Apparently the answer was yes given they were now standing on a rocky part of ledge and looking out at the water, "Didn't expect to meet a King on my trip out here. Pretty neat." she states with a look over to him. "And thanks for agreeing to come along." she adds to Jason with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood finishes off an unfiltered English cigarette, drawn from a golden case that he tucks back into the pocket of his coat. "I never mind company, especially lovely company such as yours. And it's always good to remember that kings, for the most part, aren't any better or smarter or wiser than anyone else. Most of them just had ancestors who were good at conquering things. Or, in the case of the general upperclass, were useful to someone else in doing their dirty work." He looks out at the ship for a moment and scans along the ledge, "I think there's a pathway down to the beach over there. A little chill perhaps, but I'm not likely to melt, are you?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to him, "That's nice of you to say." she tells him. Then she's looking off into the distance where there are those ships, "You sound like you speak from experience, Mister Blood. Or maybe I'm just reading into it." she chuckles. "Everyone wants to be a Prince or a Princess sometimes. Not something I ever fancied." she shakes her head. Then there's a grin to him, "No, I won't melt unless the sun decides to come out and it hits eighty or so degrees." she admits. "So no, we can head down." she nods to this. Then she's heading that way. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood goes ahead and takes the first steps, gesturing for her to come behind. "Experience I have a-plenty, although my memory isn't what it used to be. I've been among the rich and powerful and I've laid in the gutter with the bastards and the whores and the broken-toothed. People are the same, underneath it all. Which is to say that most of them are rotten, but that's okay, too. Rotten things still matter, still have their place," he says. He steps carefully over some jagged rocks, offering a hand if she needs help getting over them as they wind their way along the surf-battered granite towards the sea. "I think I see a cavern opening down at the bottom." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan doesn't mind him taking the lead, if she falls on him it's at least going to be softer. "I know a few rotten people." she mutters in answer to his words. "But yes, they matter." she adds to that. She does take his hand, her gloves bleeding through a little of the warmth, but not much. "Oh a cavern opening? That screams I need to be looked into." she grins to that. "If you don't mind going in that is." she looks to him with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood shakes his head, "Never ran away from screaming in my life. Might have caused a bit of it now and then," he says. They reach the beach and find the entrance, a ragged slash in the wall of the cliff, like a crack broken wide open. The interior is obviously moist and forbidding, with darkness swallowing up the dim light of the morning sun through the clouds. "I suppose I should've brought a torch. Well, luckily, I'm always a little bit prepared," he says. He mutters something under his breath, an archaic tongue not used much aloud these days and, after a moment, a globe of golden light forms, hovering in the air, and starts to lead them in. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan follows after him curiously as they go, "I tend to make some people scream, but that's when I tell them I need to draw blood." she tells him with a sober look. Then she looks over the cavern opening and there's a bit of a shiver that she covers up by adjusting her coat. Then she reaches up to remove her sunglasses. "I forgot mine in the trunk, so I think we're both doing great today." she admits with a teasing tone. The orb of golden light makes her eyes go wide, "That's a neat trick." she admits quietly. Then she's back to following, "I doubt there's anything but drift wood and maybe some shells in here." she states as they go. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood shrugs, "Possibly not. Shells can be nice. You never know. Eldritch things often hide in plain sight, under the guise of the decrepit and the forgotten and the ugly. People don't look past the surface, often enough. Makes it easy to trick them," he says. "I am not so lightly fooled." He leads them deeper in, the hovering light casting a simple glow but nothing so penetrating as to show more than a few feet ahead of them. "At least it looks natural. No sign of toolmarks." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I like shells and pretty things. That could be chalked up to me being a woman." Morrigan muses as she goes along with him. "Given the last few weeks in my life I'm trying to look beneath the surface, but I'm starting out with little information of the paranormal and supernatural." she tells him. "It's a learning experience." she admits. "But if some big eldritch monster is down here, I'm going to toss a rock at it then run." she explains to him. Because what else do you do? "Were you always able to perform magic? Or is that a question that I shouldn't ask?" she poses that question to him quietly. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood shakes his head, "There are no questions you shouldn't ask. Just know that they won't always get an answer," he says with a half-smile. "I did not. I learned, over time, the hard way. I was once an ordinary man, with no ambitions or understanding of anything more than five miles away from the door of his home. But fate came calling." Fate. Merlin. Etrigan. "I can handle any eldritch monster likely lurking around here and, if I somehow can't, I can get us out quickly enough if need be." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's bright violet gaze looks to him and there's a soft smile, "I can live with that." she tells him. Then she listens to him and there's a gentle nod, "Feels like some Wizards and Magicians are open about their abilities and then some are not. Or want to be kept secret and left alone." she explains. Then there's a look back to him, "I'll take your word that you can handle Cthulhu if he pops up and if not that there's a way out." she states. "Random question of the day, do you have any knowledge of vampires?" she asks him curiously. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood kneels down along the wall for a moment and runs a thumb along an etching he finds there. It's faded, long since worn down with time and elements, but there's the faintest trace of a shape there, something that seems familiar but he can't quite place. "Elder gods might be a bit out of my range, but short of that, we should be fine. I don't see a particular need to pretend. Most don't believe me and the ones that do know it means I'm not to be trifled with," he says. The vampire question has him turn his head, "A bit. I heard you mention drawing blood earlier. Nosferatu problems?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan heads over to the wall, running her fingers over a crack and then drawing them back to look at, "It's probably been here awhile. Wonder why no ones making it a habit of visiting." she murmurs. Then there's a look over to him and a smile, "No elder gods, got it." she nods to that. Then there's a sobering sort of look, "There's too much unexplained in this world that I'm definitely not going to mess with anyone that has magical abilities." she admits to that. "In a bad way." she adds. Then there's a bit of a look to him, "I'm a Hematologist, so that's the blood comment." she muses. "And Mister Dresden thinks I'm half vampire. But my mother was human. So I'm guessing that my father was some sort of vampire." she shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood frowns at the markings and blows on them slowly until they glow for a moment on their own, traced in luminescence at the command of his soul. Cheap trick, admittedly, just a cantrip, but it gave good results. "I think these are Lemurian. Think Atlantis but less nice," he says. "I think there might be an old temple in there, although not sure to who. Probably better not to find out," he says. Still, he's obviously tempted. "I'll have to meet this Mr. Dresden sometime. I've heard the name, but can't say I know much. The technical term for that would be a dhampir, I believe. There are many sorts of vampire, as you note, so it's hard to say. What does it mean for you? Are you exhibiting any tendencies?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's curiousity is piqued at the talk of old temples, "Better to not wake up something that shouldn't be or tread somewhere we shouldn't." she admits. "At least for now." she smiles to that. Then she listens to him as he explains what she might possibly be, then there's a soft shake of her head, "No, I don't think so at least? Crosses don't bother me, running water. That sort of thing you know?" she tells him. "And I'm not craving blood. Or at least it's not kicked in." she chuckles faintly. "I'm not going to try to bite you. Unless I'm completely out of my mind." she points out. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood smiles, "I'm not afraid of being bitten. It wouldn't be the first time. But my blood has...complications involved," he says. "There are varieties of vampire who don't have those particular weaknesses, although they usually have something similar or compensatory. I've known vampire priests." "If you're not afflicted with the thirst, though, be grateful. I'm told it's quite a potent addiction. I lost years to opium, once upon a time," he says. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan blushes faintly in the low light, "Nibbles, just nibbles. I wouldn't even know what to do about craving blood. Stick a straw in a blood bag at work?" she muses. "I think my allergy to the sun is something that is from that. But my intelligence has also been off the charts since I was a child. I guess that might be compensation." she chuckles. "I'm afraid that it might become an issue, if certain variables come into play and it seems that people are too interested in my medical files." she shakes her head. Then she quirks an eyebrow, "Opium is a hard thing I hear. Never done it and don't plan to." she tells him. Then she looks down to the darkness of the cavern, "Do we want to keep going?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood considers for a moment, "Maybe just a little bit," he smiles. He walks deeper into the chasm, guiding her along behind him, until they find a more open space, the ceiling rising and the walls spreading out to crate a sort of oval antechamber with a broken plinth at the center of it, surrounded by an empty pool. "I'm not precisely sure how one diagnoses that sort of thing, but I suppose your Mr. Dresden knows his business. As for nosy people, well, the solution to that is to either alter the files or get them to stop looking, whichever is easier." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile as they head into the cavern more. When they arrive in the open space she gives a look up and around, because she figures it's just plain ceiling. Her eyes fall on the plinth and there's a soft 'hmm', "Wonder what this was used for." she murmurs as she approaches the pool carefully. "I sent my blood over to Mister Dresden and he's supposed to be getting back to me on what he thinks." she tells him. "If you'd like I could introduce you or you could seek him out on your own. He's in the phonebook, so not hard to find." she states. Then she crouches to touch the edge of the pool, "I think I need to find someone that can alter them. At least mine. My mothers are fine." she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood examines the set-up, his hands thrust into the pockets of his coat. He twitches for a moment as a voice resounds in his head, Etrigan's sibilant whisper needling him from the depths of hell. You've known a place or two like this With bloodied stones and unsullied miss How many virgins did you once split And throw down screaming to the pit? I know I helped, I had some fun But you know deep down you're the one Who slit their throats so lily white To feed the dark and snuff the light/ Jason bites down on his lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood, barely keeping himself from smacking his head in rage. As it is, he almost stumbles. "Sorry. Old illness," he mutters, 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's focus for the moment is on the pool, but her head slowly turns to see what he's done. The scent of blood is something that gets her attention and she rises, "Are you alright? I can smell blood...and it's fresh." she tells him. "That's weirdness that started recently." she frowns. "But..." she shakes her head, "Maybe we should go? Some fresh air might help." she offers with a soft smile. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood nods, "We all have our curses. Just happens to be one of mine. But you're right. Fresh air would be good," he says. He flexes his fingers as he shakes off the memories the Demon awakened in him. He'd forgotten so much, but Etrigan always remembered, especially if it was like to pain Jason's soul. "Sorry, I bit my lip," he admits. "But if there have been recent sacrifices here...that means there's a cult. Cults are always complicated." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan didn't really know the man, but she was worried. "Let's go then." she offers with a bit of a brighter smile. "And you don't have to apologize, it happens." she tells him. "The lip going to be okay?" she asks after a minute. Then her eyebrow quirks at him, "Well, just because I don't smell it doesn't mean they aren't here. So...going might be good." she whispers. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood shakes his head, "I don't think there's anyone here now. Most sacrificial cults of Lemuria were cyclical, probably tied in to the tide. If there's going to be a sacrifice, it won't be during the day like this, with the tide mostly out," he says. "The lip will be fine, thank you for you concern." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a small sigh of relief, "That makes me feel ten times better." she tells him. Not really, but hey, it's a bit of a reassurance! She gives a look towards the exit of the chamber and heads for it. Not worrying about meeting anything given they walked this way already. "I'm glad it'll be alright." she smiles to that. "Now, remind me, you said you had a home in New York?" she asks as she dips out. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Once they reach the open air and the sharp kiss of the salt coming off the tide. He runs a hand back through his hair, the streak of white a sharp contrast along his brow. The trickle of blood seems to have tapered off, although there's still a hint at the corner of his mouth. "I do," he says. He reaches into his pocket and draws out a card. It's embossed and with a thick, antiquarian hint, the words "Jason Blood" along with his address and a contact number. Nothing more. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan takes a deep breath of the air once they're out of the cavern and she smiles at the scent. It was enough to drown out the scent of blood. She gives a look to Jason and there's a smile to him as he pulls out the card to give to her. She pulls out her card case and offers him one. It's from Mount Sinai hospital and lists her as the assistant director of Pathology. "Maybe if you're in New York we can have dinner and just get together and talk." she offers as she gives him a bit of a smile. 

:'''{{#var:7096|Jason Blood (7096)}} has posed:''' Jason Blood takes the card and nods, "I'll take you up on that," he says. And he will. Jason doesn't have a lot in the way of friends anymore. Etrigan does his best to make sure of that. "I will just say - I'm not the safest person in the world. That's not self-flagellation. I'm often knee-deep in darkness as it is. Sometimes I trudge it in with me," he says. He could warn her about the Demon, but he didn't want to talk about him. Not right now. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a soft smile to him, "I would like that." she admits. Then she sobers a bit as he warns her. "It's very nice of you to tell me about the darkness. And I could sit here and say that it's not going to be an issue, but I'm not psychic. So maybe having someone around that's not knee deep in darkness most of the time is a good thing." she states with a soft shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, I'm not one of those obnoxiously bright and cheery people. I'm not going to send you cat memes." she grins to that. 
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6506/A Wizard and The Shadow Investigate

2019-02-14T21:08:49Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/14 |Location=Doctor Meredith Anderson's Condo |Synopsis=The Shadow and Harry Dresden run into each other while investigating a murdered wom..."

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|Date of Scene=2019/02/14
|Location=Doctor Meredith Anderson's Condo
|Synopsis=The Shadow and Harry Dresden run into each other while investigating a murdered womans condo.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Doctor Meridith Anderson had a really nice condo, but now it was sitting in silence. Mostly due to the good Doctor not being married and there wasn't any next of kin that had showed up yet. The crime scene unit had roped off a few rooms, mainly where things had been taken, but other than that the place is still in disarray from the files being rifled through and vice versa. The moon is streaming in through a few stainglass windows, lighting one room in an eerie red glow. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden walks in through the back stairs. Even though he can get access due to his being a consultant for GCPD, he knows it is awkward having a wizard on their payroll and doesnt want to make problems. He looks around carefully with his senses and also Listens for anyone who might be spying on the scene. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     Given the atmosphere of the place, it might actually take Harry a moment longer than it usually would to realize that the creepy feeling he's getting is in fact due to another presence rather than the fact that he's standing in the home of someone who was murdered in a supernatural manner, at which point he can hear the soft sound of the front being carefully closed... 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden spots that someone entered magically and checks the Never Never to see if they teleported in or came in from a magical near pocket dimension. He breathes deeply and looks around, hearing...something but having no pinpoint where. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The condo is quiet except for that eerie feeling that Harry's getting. Maybe it's just one of those things. The two don't sense any other presences besides themselves. There's no disturbance in the Never Never that Harry can see. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     Faint sounds at the very edge of hearing. The slightest whiff of gun oil and cordite. And for just a moment -- the flickering of a shadow in the moonlight where the eye swears there is nothing that could have cast it. Oh, and a voice. "... And who might you be?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden looks around, filing his mental rolodex of that voice or heroes who do that. He's coming up blank but it will come to him. So, Harry is Harry. "Harry Dresden, Wizard at Large, PI, White Council, Pyromaniac and saver of Damsels in Distress. And who might you be? 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     There is what is /probably/ a chuckle in that sinister, inhuman voice, and then the shadow Harry spotted earlier moves back into view -- and space itself seems to /twist/.     Of course, Harry has almost certainly seen stranger things, but the way a part of the room suddenly has trouble deciding whether it's two or three dimensional is doing painful things to his eyeballs as the shadows seem to rise and coalesce and /solidify/ until a tall figure in a black greatcoat and cloak is standing in front of him, inhumanly bright sapphire eyes glaring at him from underneath a slouch hat while a blood-red scarf conceals the rest of their face.     "A detective, you say? Interesting. I am known as the Shadow - and I came here to investigate the good Doctor's death." 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "Yes. I'm happy to swap notes. I am certain it is attached to a larger pattern. Wait...are you the Shadow?" He had heard rumors of course, but he kept a close ear to the street and the appearance was....distinctive." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "So far, two that I'm aware of," the Shadow replies, nodding. "Which is already two more than I'd like. I haven't found any obvious link between the cases yet, either."     The Shadow looks around. "The police report said someone had searched this place, but they were unable to determine what might have been taken. I intend to take a closer look..." 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "The lawyer and this doctor? My client was looking in to her father. I've found she has some...occult properties in her blood and I think he is trying to cover his tracks. If you have ideas, by all means check cameras. Electronics and me dont get along" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "I think the other victim might have simply been a snack for her father...not sure." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:''' "... A 'snack' ?" the Shadow asks, a hint of menace in their voice. "Her father preys on human blood, then?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "She is half vampire. She knew her mother, so I can only conclude that unless her mother was insanely good at keeping secrets, yes." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "... Understood," the Shadow comments, then turns to examine the file cabinet again, looking for the gap where something might have been removed. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden begins to look closely and may need to open his Third Eye but prefers not to just yet. He searches the windows and then nods looking near them to see if someone might have entered in mist form leaving traces of water magic resonance 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The windows and the doors don't seem to have been breached magically. The doctor seems to have let the assailant in of her own free will, or of course she could have been mind controlled to let him in. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "No sign of forced entry..." the Shadow mutters under their breath as they examine the door. "Either she knew her assailant, or they somehow coerced her. Is your client's father the type of vampire capable of mind control?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "Gah, I hate that stuff but yeah that's possible. Magical means were used to enter, and it was not mist or teleportation. Hell with a vampire it could be anythingb ut almost all vampries have the threshold rule so mind control is the most likely culprit." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "... 'Treshold rule'?" the Shadow asks, tilting their head, then nodding as they figure out what Harry means "That would be the source of the tales that a vampire cannot enter a dwelling uninvited, then?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "You know....it strikes me that the father might have taken both files. Especially if he can mist form and enter doors he wouldnt normally be able to. Or use mind control to enter places. And yes, that is one of the tales that is right but therer are lots of different kinds of vampires. Her mother commited suicide when she was a year old. "suicide" but now I wonder. The doc had files on the father....it adds up." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "Indeed. Although I do get suspicious when things add up /too/ neatly," the Shadow replies, walking over to the doctor's desk and powering up the computer after inserting a very nondescript USB stick into one of its slots. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "I should not be anywhere near that when you look at it. Computers and I dont go well together." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "That probably makes your job intensely difficult at times," the Shadow comments as they study the monitor, where an abstract green face overlays the more standard screen layout and files appear to be opening on their own account... 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "There are so many things that make my job intensely difficult you wouldn't believe it." He shrugs and moves away from The Shadow as they look at the thing to the opposite side of the room." 
}}

Witchblade

2019-02-13T19:32:48Z

The Morrigan:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Sara Pezzini
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1405
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/4b/96/344b96ae76e69fd5bb971b4e2db4956a.jpg
|FullName=Sara Pezzini
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Police Detective
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City, New York
|Education=Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice
|Groups=[[Mystic Arts]]
|Quote=.
|PAge=31
|AAge=31
|DOB=1 April 1995
|Height=175 cm (5'9")
|Weight=73 kg (160 lbs.)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Juliana Harkavy
|Profile=Sara Pezzini was just a normal New York police detective when a fateful encounter changed her life. Now, the current host of the Witchblade, she not only tries to do her job as normal, but she also fights for control of the Witchblade's violent nature as well as fights against people trying to take the Witchblade from her for their own nefarious purposes.
===Current Player Approved: February 12, 2019===
|Description=Standing 5'9" tall, this woman has long brown hair that falls to her shoulders. She has large brown eyes framed by brown eyebrows and high cheekbones. She has an angular, yet heart shaped face, as well as lightly tanned skin.
 
She's wearing a light grey short tank top that clings to her body with a leather jacket over top. It tends to show her flat stomach and trim waist. Upon her lower body is a pair of blue jeans and a pair of sneakers upon her feet. Typically, she carries a pistol with her as well as an NYPD badge.
|History=Sara Pezzini was a typical New York City detective. She was good at her job, and she even had a partner to work with. One call at the docks, however, would completely change her life. A bust of organized crime went bad, and she was involved in a shoot out. Her partner was badly wounded, and so was she. However, when she was shot, she crashed into a container containing the Witchblade. It decided to become a part of Sara and it regenerated her wounds. A few days later, when she woke up, it surprised her that she did. She didn't know how, but she knew something was strange. her partner was still in a coma, and she went to find the people responsible. That was when she realized that she had the Witchblade. Now, she's trying to find out more information about it, as well as remain in control.
|Personality=Sara Pezzini has a pretty black and white view of the world, due to her work in the police department. However, despite her black and white view, she does try to be mature about it. Those she considers friends, she protects as best she can, even if it means protecting them using the Witchblade. And she will kill to protect them.
|Abilities='''BLADES'''
 
The Witchblade is able to create bladed weapons and edged limbs for Sara when she needs them. This includes along her forearm and extra appendages from her back.
 
'''ENHANCED STRENGTH'''
 
The Witchblade allows Sara to lift Over 500 pounds, but less than 1000 pounds.
 
'''EXTRA LIMBS'''
 
If need be, the Witchblade can create extra limbs, with blades, to protect Sara in case she is fighting more than one opponent, or needs to fend off a much faster attacker.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
In times of great need, The Witchblade is able to give Sara a pair of wings to fly. She won't break the sound barrier, but she CAN fly decently fast.
 
'''HEALING FACTOR'''
 
The Witchblade grants Sara an unbelieveable healing factor. Able to regenerate bullet wounds and cuts almost instantaeneously. She almost has the ability to regenerate limbs, but it's not quite that strong.
 
'''MYSTIC SENSE'''
 
While Sara, herself, doesn't have this ability, the Witchblade symbiote DOES. When it's able to detect something, it lets Sara know through it's connection to her. She generally gets a sense of threat level, whether she's in immediate danger, and power from the connection with the Witchblade. In a manner of speaking, The Witchblade has an Aura Sense power, but has to relay the information to Sara, whom, having almost no magical power other than the Witchblade, has to have it 'described' to her...and that takes time.
 
'''PYROKINESIS'''
 
The Witchblade is able to create fire, as well as lob fireballs and create gouts of flame. the Witchblade is also to create showy effects, such as create a fire dragon from flame, make flame turn into people and such as that. it's also able to lessen actual flames, as well as increase flames.
 
'''WITCHBLADE ARMOR'''
 
When it becomes active, The Witchblade envelopes Sara's body in a sleek metal armor that's reminiscent of the medieval armor of old.
|Skills='''BLADE PROWESS'''
 
Sara is only passively knowledgeable of using anything with a blade, such as knives. However, due to her use of the Witchblade, she is slowly learning.
 
'''CRIMINOLOGIST'''
 
Sara is a Detective, first and foremost. So she can see criminal behavior and predict it sometimes.
 
'''MARKSMAN'''
 
Sara is an Expert with various forms of firearms, mostly pistols though.
|Resources='''POLICE DEPARTMENT'''
 
As an Officer, Sara can get many supplies she needs from there. Usually, it's bullets and replacement guns.
 
'''WITCHBLADE'''
 
The Witchblade is a symbiote that chooses it's host. It's a intelligent symbiote that is known throughout the mystical community, and has a very high danger level, even to the most powerful of mages. It's considered an artifact that only chooses female hosts.
 
It's known throughout the mystical community as an artifact of considerable power, and it tends to be very very aggressive, with a penchant for destruction. Only the most strong willed or closely bonded are able to keep it calm during a fight, but once the 'host' has been KO-ed....the Witchblade takes control and....No one is safe.
 
It's favored element is fire, and it has a penchant for having a flame aura around it, to where only the host is safe from it and it is also living steel. It can create blades and armor that can mimic vibranium at times, but ONLY if the Witchblade wills it.
|Weaknesses='''ADVERSARIES'''
 
The Witchblade has 12 other 'weapons' like it, and it is an anti-weapon to them. So if there is another in the area, it becomes hostile immediately.
 
'''MORTAL'''
 
Sara Pezzini, on her own, is very much mortal. Without the Witchblade to protect her, she's quite vulnerable to suffocation, sickness, getting shot, being hurt, and much more.
 
'''SYMBIOTIC RELATIONSHIP'''
 
The Witchblade is a type of symbiote. It feeds upon Sara's reactions and tries to keep her alive as it's host. It also tries to gain control of her at certain times, so at times when her body is weakened, it may take control. Which is bad since the Witchblade is VERY violent.
 
'''WITCHBLADE ARMOR'''
 
The Witchblade tends to shred Sara's clothing when it becomes her armor. It's really embarassing, plus the fact that Sara has to buy clothes all over again. As such, if she knows a fight is coming, she'll tend to shed her clothing before she activates the Witchblade.
}}
[[Category:Mystic Arts]]

Witchblade

2019-02-13T18:59:15Z

The Morrigan:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Sara Pezzini
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1405
|Img=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/4b/96/344b96ae76e69fd5bb971b4e2db4956a.jpg
|FullName=Sara Pezzini
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Police Detective
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City, New York
|Education=Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice
|Groups=[[Mystic Arts]]
|Quote=.
|PAge=31
|AAge=31
|DOB=1 April 1995
|Height=175 cm (5'9")
|Weight=73 kg (160 lbs.)
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Ashley Graham
|Profile=Sara Pezzini was just a normal New York police detective when a fateful encounter changed her life. Now, the current host of the Witchblade, she not only tries to do her job as normal, but she also fights for control of the Witchblade's violent nature as well as fights against people trying to take the Witchblade from her for their own nefarious purposes.
===Current Player Approved: February 12, 2019===
|Description=Standing 5'9" tall, this woman has long brown hair that falls to her shoulders. She has large brown eyes framed by brown eyebrows and high cheekbones. She has an angular, yet heart shaped face, as well as lightly tanned skin.
 
She's wearing a light grey short tank top that clings to her body with a leather jacket over top. It tends to show her flat stomach and trim waist. Upon her lower body is a pair of blue jeans and a pair of sneakers upon her feet. Typically, she carries a pistol with her as well as an NYPD badge.
|History=Sara Pezzini was a typical New York City detective. She was good at her job, and she even had a partner to work with. One call at the docks, however, would completely change her life. A bust of organized crime went bad, and she was involved in a shoot out. Her partner was badly wounded, and so was she. However, when she was shot, she crashed into a container containing the Witchblade. It decided to become a part of Sara and it regenerated her wounds. A few days later, when she woke up, it surprised her that she did. She didn't know how, but she knew something was strange. her partner was still in a coma, and she went to find the people responsible. That was when she realized that she had the Witchblade. Now, she's trying to find out more information about it, as well as remain in control.
|Personality=Sara Pezzini has a pretty black and white view of the world, due to her work in the police department. However, despite her black and white view, she does try to be mature about it. Those she considers friends, she protects as best she can, even if it means protecting them using the Witchblade. And she will kill to protect them.
|Abilities='''BLADES'''
 
The Witchblade is able to create bladed weapons and edged limbs for Sara when she needs them. This includes along her forearm and extra appendages from her back.
 
'''ENHANCED STRENGTH'''
 
The Witchblade allows Sara to lift Over 500 pounds, but less than 1000 pounds.
 
'''EXTRA LIMBS'''
 
If need be, the Witchblade can create extra limbs, with blades, to protect Sara in case she is fighting more than one opponent, or needs to fend off a much faster attacker.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
In times of great need, The Witchblade is able to give Sara a pair of wings to fly. She won't break the sound barrier, but she CAN fly decently fast.
 
'''HEALING FACTOR'''
 
The Witchblade grants Sara an unbelieveable healing factor. Able to regenerate bullet wounds and cuts almost instantaeneously. She almost has the ability to regenerate limbs, but it's not quite that strong.
 
'''MYSTIC SENSE'''
 
While Sara, herself, doesn't have this ability, the Witchblade symbiote DOES. When it's able to detect something, it lets Sara know through it's connection to her. She generally gets a sense of threat level, whether she's in immediate danger, and power from the connection with the Witchblade. In a manner of speaking, The Witchblade has an Aura Sense power, but has to relay the information to Sara, whom, having almost no magical power other than the Witchblade, has to have it 'described' to her...and that takes time.
 
'''PYROKINESIS'''
 
The Witchblade is able to create fire, as well as lob fireballs and create gouts of flame. the Witchblade is also to create showy effects, such as create a fire dragon from flame, make flame turn into people and such as that. it's also able to lessen actual flames, as well as increase flames.
 
'''WITCHBLADE ARMOR'''
 
When it becomes active, The Witchblade envelopes Sara's body in a sleek metal armor that's reminiscent of the medieval armor of old.
|Skills='''BLADE PROWESS'''
 
Sara is only passively knowledgeable of using anything with a blade, such as knives. However, due to her use of the Witchblade, she is slowly learning.
 
'''CRIMINOLOGIST'''
 
Sara is a Detective, first and foremost. So she can see criminal behavior and predict it sometimes.
 
'''MARKSMAN'''
 
Sara is an Expert with various forms of firearms, mostly pistols though.
|Resources='''POLICE DEPARTMENT'''
 
As an Officer, Sara can get many supplies she needs from there. Usually, it's bullets and replacement guns.
 
'''WITCHBLADE'''
 
The Witchblade is a symbiote that chooses it's host. It's a intelligent symbiote that is known throughout the mystical community, and has a very high danger level, even to the most powerful of mages. It's considered an artifact that only chooses female hosts.
 
It's known throughout the mystical community as an artifact of considerable power, and it tends to be very very aggressive, with a penchant for destruction. Only the most strong willed or closely bonded are able to keep it calm during a fight, but once the 'host' has been KO-ed....the Witchblade takes control and....No one is safe.
 
It's favored element is fire, and it has a penchant for having a flame aura around it, to where only the host is safe from it and it is also living steel. It can create blades and armor that can mimic vibranium at times, but ONLY if the Witchblade wills it.
|Weaknesses='''ADVERSARIES'''
 
The Witchblade has 12 other 'weapons' like it, and it is an anti-weapon to them. So if there is another in the area, it becomes hostile immediately.
 
'''MORTAL'''
 
Sara Pezzini, on her own, is very much mortal. Without the Witchblade to protect her, she's quite vulnerable to suffocation, sickness, getting shot, being hurt, and much more.
 
'''SYMBIOTIC RELATIONSHIP'''
 
The Witchblade is a type of symbiote. It feeds upon Sara's reactions and tries to keep her alive as it's host. It also tries to gain control of her at certain times, so at times when her body is weakened, it may take control. Which is bad since the Witchblade is VERY violent.
 
'''WITCHBLADE ARMOR'''
 
The Witchblade tends to shred Sara's clothing when it becomes her armor. It's really embarassing, plus the fact that Sara has to buy clothes all over again. As such, if she knows a fight is coming, she'll tend to shed her clothing before she activates the Witchblade.
}}
[[Category:Mystic Arts]]

6449/A Regular Sunday Night

2019-02-11T02:12:19Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/11 |Location=A little Italian place |Synopsis=Morrigan takes a break for dinner and meets Jackie who doesn't like eating alone. |Cast of Ch..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/11
|Location=A little Italian place
|Synopsis=Morrigan takes a break for dinner and meets Jackie who doesn't like eating alone.
|Cast of Characters=228, 1410
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had decided to take a break and head down the street to grab a bite to eat. Italian never got old for the Doctor. New York cold was no joke, so the woman is wearing her long black wool coat over her jeans and long sleeve shirt. There's a pair of well worn boots on her feet. She shakes her hair out a bit once she comes in the door of the eatery and gives a wave to the hostess, "I just have an order for pick up." she tells her. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie (1410)}} has posed:''' It'd be cliche to think Jackie only ever eats Italian food, but today he was in the mood for something classically Italian. Slipping in behind Morrigan he holds the door for her once she opens it and then waits for her to enter before following in behind. The long black over coat he wears over his black suit is slid off and folded over one arm. Nodding to Morrigan he hears she is picking up food and gives her a slight shake of the head. "You really should eat in. Good Italian food should be enjoyed right when it is read. Not after being lugged out into the cold." Smiling he adds, "Come on, sit with me." Without waiting to see if she follows he motions for the hostess to lead them to his regular table. Its a corner booth that faces the restaurant giving them a view of the whole place while providing a quiet place to enjoy the food. The jacket is handed off to the hostess and turning Jackie motions to toward the booth to let his guest slide in if she ended up following him. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a look as the door is held, "Thank you." she offers with a smile to Jackie. Though his invitation is a bit of a surprise and it takes her just a minute to process it. "I guess I'm eating in." she looks to the hostess. She then shrugs out of her coat and hurries after the man. "I'm not really dressed for dinner. Apologies on that." she tells him once she's caught up. "Thanks for the invitation though. I didn't really want to eat back at my office." Morrigan tells him as she looks to him. She settles into a seat at the booth and then looks to him. "I'm guessing you're a regular?" she asks with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie (1410)}} has posed:''' Waiting for Morrigan to take seat, Jackie unbuttons the single button of his suit coat before slipping into the booth beside her. Settling in he gives a nod and says, "You are welcome. I have to admit that I hate eating alone so this seems to work out for the both of us." Smiling he offers his hand adding, "I'm Jackie. Regular and lover of Italian food." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Mo gives a look to him as he unbuttons the jacket and she smiles, "Well, that's fortuitous then." she agrees. Then she offers her hand across the table, "I'm Morrigan McFerrain. I work down at Mount Sinai." she tells him. "And good to know there's another regular about. I'm in here about once a week." she admits to that. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie (1410)}} has posed:''' Shaking the offered hand with a polite squeeze, Jackie orders wine for the table as the hostess brings food to the table. Its the order she had put in to go as well as his regular order along with bread and salad. Settling in with a glass of wine the dark haired man looks over the food and the table before looking back to Mo. "Once a week? We should do this more often." A wink follows before he asks, "What do you do out at Mount Sinai? If you don't mind me asking?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's hand gives his a shake as well, "It's nice to meet you, Jackie." she tells him with a smile. Then she settles her hands in her lap when food arrives. Though the wink is caught and she blushes just a touch, "Sure, just let me know when you're going to be in." she teases him. She takes a sip of her wine and then she shakes her head, "I don't mind. I'm a Doctor of Pathology. I focus in Hematology more specifically." she offers. "And you? What do you do for work?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:1410|Jackie (1410)}} has posed:''' "Pathology? Nice... So smart." There is a smile as Jackie reaches into his pocket to hand over a simple card with his name and number. "Anytime you want to meet up here give me a call." Just then the hostess comes over and says there is a call for him in the back. Nodding he stands and says, "I'll cover the bill, sorry work is calling... but call me, yeah?" 
}}

6444/A Visit To Mount Sinai

2019-02-10T19:12:37Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/10 |Location=Morrigan's Office - Mount Sinai |Synopsis=The Red Hood makes an office visit to get some help with a blood mystery. |Cast of C..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/10
|Location=Morrigan's Office - Mount Sinai
|Synopsis=The Red Hood makes an office visit to get some help with a blood mystery.
|Cast of Characters=228, 68
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Who actually works on a Sunday? Morrigan does! Beause she's had a few days off of work post Punisher incident and post Winter Soldier getting blown to hell. This gives her time to go into her office at Mount Sinai and shee about backlogs and anything else that she missed. The doctor is out of her usual dress clothes and just sporting jeans, boots and a long sleeved shirt. Her mass of red hair is left down as well. There's the sound of typing as she replies to an email. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The life of a red head that gets all the attention from perhaps all of the wrong men in her life. It's not Castle or Buchanan that shows up to ruin the view of the GW Bridge in New York, instead, the night sky is broken up by a figure in black and red, that hood familiar to those that know their criminal lore as the vigilante known as only Red Hood knocks on the window. After all, it's better to ask permission to be let in or something like that, right? 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan actually startles at the knock, because she wasn't expecting things from the window, she always figured knocks came from doors and not stories up. So her violet gaze swings to see who is at the window. There might be a sigh of relief when it's actually not Frank. There's a squint and then she rises, walking to the window, "I think you've got the wrong office." she mutters. Then she's opening the window so he doesn't fall off the building, "There's a door, you know that right?" the Irish woman points out. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Doctor Morrigan McIntyre?" If she's wearing her nametag, Red Hood will glance right at it before he smirks. "Not the wrong office, just a delivery boy - when you absolutely have to get it there." comes the response with a chuff of amusement as he remains perched on the edge of the window. "Heard you were the go-to girl for blood research around here." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a curious look to the man, "Yes, that's me." she nods to him. Then there's a laugh, "Don't let me stop you from making an entrance. I'm sure you're not going to fall to your death." she muses. Then she sobers a touch, "Yes, I'm well versed in Hematology. What can I help you with, Mister Hood." she looks to him. Then she steps back from the window so he can get in if he wants. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Leaping inside, the Hood opens his jacket. There's the twin pistols just beneath, that's not what he goes for. Instead, he pulls a vial of blood out and sets it on the counter. There's no name on it. Just a vial. "Came from a twenty-something kid. Died for about six months, then came back." He gestures to the vial. "Want to know how. So I figured I'd come to an expert to see what she could find out, if she was interested." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks over him as he leaps inside and then there's a bit of a curiousness at the vial of blood he pulls out, "Wait, they were dead and then just came back?" she makes sure she heard that right. "Do you know how they died? That might help just a tiny bit in things. But I can do a full workup of the blood and go from there." she nods to him. Then she's quiet a beat, "I mean, sure I'm interested in looking at it." she smiles. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Died in an explosion. Got buried, somehow dug his way out." comes the response from the Hood. Of course, he knows there's a lot more to the story. Of course there's more - that's your blood. There's a little snort from the vigilante at his thought, as his attention turns back to the redhead. "How long will it take to get a basic workup done?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to him, "That's definitely not normal." the doctor shakes her head. "I'm not going to assure you that I can find something, sounds a bit on the supernatural side to be honest, but I'll see what I can come up with." she tells him with a smile. "And basic workup is about a day. I can get it down by tomorrow afternoon if I take the day off of work." she admits. "Do you know whose blood it is? Their old medical history might help me identify new markers and other phenomena." she points out to him. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Not something I'm at liberty to give yet. Let's see what you find out, and then we'll go from there." comes the response from the helmet-wearing man. "I can come back in a day or two and find out what you got. Remind me to bring some food so I don't come empty-handed." Like he did this time. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan watches him and there's a soft nod from the woman, "Absolutely. Don't want to pry too much where it's not needed." she tells him with a smile. Then she reaches out to pick up the vial of blood and there's a look down to it, "I'll go get this started then." she states. The comment of food makes her laugh a little, "Doctors tend to enjoy being brought food, so that sounds nice." she admits. "Anything else needed?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. What type of food does a redhead doctor like?" comes the question from the Hood, as he glances towards the vial as she takes it. "Let's see what you find from the blood first, because right now, that would be a totally loaded question, Doctor MacIntyre." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "I'll eat most anything. But if you want to make up for scaring the life out of me then Chinese or Italian." Morrigan smiles to that. Then she's looking to him, "I'll get this all ready for you. And I'll even leave the window unlocked so you don't have to hang out in the cold." she chuckles. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Sounds like a plan." With that, Red Hood backs towards the window. So it begins. "Good luck to you, Doctor." And then he falls backwards, out of the window. If she runs over to see where he went, she'll see him swinging away on a grapple line. Vigilantes and their dramatic exits/entrances. 
}}

6372/Definitely A Bar Fight!

2019-02-05T05:50:32Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/05 |Location=Bronx Bar |Synopsis=Steve Rogers just wants to enjoy his ale. We can't have that. |Cast of Characters=228, 178, 112, 106 |pret..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/05
|Location=Bronx Bar
|Synopsis=Steve Rogers just wants to enjoy his ale. We can't have that.
|Cast of Characters=228, 178, 112, 106
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' It's a hole in the wall bar in the Bronx that sports some old school flare and old newspaper stories on the wall of times gone by. Maybe the nostalgia is what draws Steve Rogers in. It's a Monday, so there's not a huge crowd. There are a few people in the bar that are trying to argue about who won the World Series in 2020. None of them can remember, but it sure wasn't the Cubs as someone states vehemently that it was the team that did. All in all it's a good place to sneak in and have a beer or three and not get too much attention called to themselves. Hopefully. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' Black Panther was out and about town this evening. He'd contacted Steve, and finding out he was in the area already anyway, was more than happy to meet up with him. T'Challa arrives at the door, wearing a black sweater with a gleam of silver about his neck suggesting a necklace beneath it. Black jeans, with some sort of unusual and stylish footwear lacking a manufacturer label. There might at times be a bit of thermal underwear that shows at the sleeve of the sweater. Spotting Steve, T'Challa makes his way over to join him. "So this is where you go to relax?" he asks as he looks around the small bar. He offers Steve his hand in greeting. "You missed the fun tonight." 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' In between the end of his shift at the Triskelion and on his way home to the mansion, Steve elects to drop in to this bar in particular. Here, no one seems to either remember him or recognize him -- both are fine. A break in anonymity is always a blessing. He'd rather not show up on the subReddit about Captain America sightings around the city again anytime soon. A text sent off to one Wakandan prince is received. He's currently tucked into a booth nursing a Kilkenny Red in a stein, idly watching the news on TV. He wears his usual leather bomber jacket and jeans. Upon noticing movement, he glances over at T'Challa and lifts a hand in greeting. "One of the places," he replies as he shakes T'Challa's hand and gestures to the seat across from him. "What fun did I miss?" By his tone, he's dubious of the word 'fun'. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' T'Challa isn't that hard to miss and there's a look from one of the waitresses as she approaches the table, "What can I get you to drink this evening?' she asks the man. Then there's a look to Steve, "You still doing okay over here?" she asks him. There's a woman with long red hair that managed to duck in while people were arguing over sportsball. She removes her sunglasses and takes a seat at the end of the bar. There's a wave to the bartender on duty, "Guinness please." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "Are we being /incognito/?" is the loud stage-whisper from the booth just behind Steve. Promptly, the occupant twists around, knees on the booth seat, to look down over the back into Steve's booth. The man is mostly ordinary, a tall and fit guy with light hair and eyes (Yes, image inducer, of course). He's apparently wearing some average and boring clothes, a very nondescript gray ball cap (you know the sort, the sort that makes you invisible in malls), complete with some dark sunglasses. Wade drapes his forearms on the back of the booth, resting chin on the back of one hand, in his entirely unaware (or uncaring?) and extremely intrusive way. "I totally didn't follow you. I was here first. Are you stalking me?" Wade asks, cheeky, towards Steve, wrinkling his nose. "Because I'm okay with it." Brightly, Wade looks towards T'Challa. "Hello," he says, with a wave of palm. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' Black Panther takes a seat at Steve's booth. "A glass of your best whiskey please," T'Challa tells the young woman who takes his order. He looks back over to Steve and says, "The only one small bruise sort." He waits for the waitress to depart before saying, "Encountered someone tonight. I had a poor impression of him, from the news. He claimed otherwise. And that he has helped the team before." T'Challa lowers his voice even further to add, "Spider-Man. Do you know much of him?" T'Challa looks up then as Wade pops over the seat. Seeing that Steve and the man seem acquainted, the Wakandan just looks on with a curious expression, letting Steve respond to him. A glance is given towards the red head, though his attention stays on Wade for the most part. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' "I'm good, thank you," replies Steve to the waitress after T'Challa puts in his order. He lifts his stein of Kilkenny Red to accent his point; it's still two-thirds full and cold to boot. He listens to the information imparted to him from the King and then frowns. "Spider-Man... Kid from Queens, right? Red and blue suit?" However, that loud whisper is more than enough to draw his attention. Ducking a little, Steve then turns to give the man a stern look of disapproval. That expression quickly turns to confusion and then the flash of recognition can be seen in his eyes. "I'm not stalking you, Wade," he grumbles. "Chance encounter." Noting T'Challa silent interest in the Merc-in-disguise, however, the Captain is the gentleman and adds towards T'Challa in bland if polite introduction, "King T'Challa of Wakanda, please meet Wade, otherwise known as Deadpool." He briefly considers the arrival of the red-head at the bar, but the presence of Wade directly behind him is an effective distracter. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' It's like Wade was just given a puppy. He manages not to bounce, but his energy is quite possibly electric. "Spider-Man chat? It's like you knew I was here," flirts Wade towards Steve, reacting very positively to the swing in conversation. "I know all of the things, but a lot of it is super personal so it needs to stay on the down low and I have no idea who you are, so even moreso," Wade prattles in a pulse of chatter. "Until now. King? Holy shit. Should I kiss a ring or something? You're my first King that wasn't like, a shadow king or supervillain. Unless you are one of those. I'm available for hire, depending on the jobs; I don't take ones that require me to kill Captain America, though." He also leans WAYYYYY over, to put a hand over Steve's shoulder to make an attempt to shake T'Challa's hand from this really terrible position. He ends up partially up on the back of the seat cushion to reach, but there's some rather incredible acrobatic balance afoot, so he doesn't fall headlong forward. Though if T'Challa pulled at all, they'd probably have a Wade more directly falling into their midst. Not to worry, though, Wade climbs back down on his own side. "Okay, too much excitement. I'm going potty. DO NOT start a barfight without me," Wade says, dodging out of his booth, around the redhead--"Can I get a Pink Squirrel please at my table?"---, and heading into the restroom abruptly. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Sure thing Doc." is the reply given to Morrigan from the bartender. The waitress that was taking orders for the table gives a nod to T'Challa, "Coming right up." she tells him. Then there's a blink at Wade, "What the hell is a Pink Squirrel?" she mutters under her breath. But somehow they manage to find something about it on the internet! Morrigan gives a bit of an eyebrow quirk at the sound of names and things. The woman with the bright violet eyes looks a bit amused at something, probably Wade. A few of the people down the way that have gone quiet, right before they turn their gaze to Steve. Oh dear. "Hey, buddy." one of the younger guys sitting at the bar snap their fingers in Steve's direction. "You aren't that guy that wears the spangly outfit and the shield, right?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' T'Challa confirms Steve's description of Spider-Man with a nod. But then other matters take the focus of the conversation. When Steve first mentions the name Wade before the formal introduction, T'Challa gets a sudden look of understanding. Apparently Wade's reputation has preceded him at least as far as T'Challa. "No ring kissing is needed," T'Challa says, words delivered in a soft, precise way and with a soft chuckle added in. "Just a hello like anyone else is perfect." The Wakandan shakes Wade's hand as it is offered, rising in part so Wade does not fall into their midst. Steve is given a grateful look at having given the introduction, T'Challa sitting back down as Wade goes off to the men's room. The African man turns to the waitress and says, "Miss, you can put his... beverage, on my tab." T'Challa looks back to Steve, murmuring something quietly to himself. "There were some high tech weapons," T'Challa says, getting back to the Spider-Man topic. "He helped stop thieves. Though I thought he was perhaps taking them himself. He claimed this news person has it against him. I am pleased to hear my instinct to trust him was correct." The comment called over from the bar causes T'Challa's eyes to drift that way, though without turning his head. He doesn't say anything, letting Steve handle the matter as he chooses. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' Steve has that severely polite expression on his face now, as Wade leans across his shoulder. He then leans to one side to allow the handshake to occur, sipping at his beer in the process. Once Wade has excused himself from the conversation at hand, he sighs and looks back to T'Challa, flicking his eyebrows in exasperation. "Weaponry...?" he then murmurs, glancing to one side as he rifles through his memory. Has any report come across his desk recently that coincides with the kid from Queens and burglary... However, yet another stranger interjects. The Captain gives the man snapping at him a small frown. His gaze falls to the hand and back to the man's face before he replies, "No, you've got me confused with someone else," affecting a light laugh to boot. "That's a compliment though, thanks." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The guys at the bar listen to Steve, but something is muttered and then there's a look back to Steve, "Man, you look just like him." the one states. One of the guys pipes up though, not giving them a break, "Aren't you King...T'Chimichanga's or something?" a blonde haired younger man looks to T'Challa. Drunk youngsters were usually a dime a dozen in the Bronx. Sadly they just were not going to give up easily. The one that addressed Steve stands up and starts to approach the booth, "If he's the newest Avenger..." the he looks between Steve and T'Challa. Maybe drunks did put two and two together. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' Black Panther seems more than content to let Steve handle it. American bar rooms are not quite his forte. Even if he likely spent a fair amount of time in British pubs while he was in attending school. The question directed at himself causes T'Challa to glance over to the men. "Evening," he says, in his best Midwestern American accent, and gives a laugh and points over as if the men are making a good joke with him. He looks back to Steve and clears his throat. He says, voice much softer so his accent does not carry, "Next time? We should wear hats?" he asks with a soft chuckle. "Would it be best to depart now?" he inquires, not looking back over to the men, hoping to avoid their taking further notice of himself or Steve. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' Steve's lips roll at the misnomer given to T'Challa and he tucks his chin as if it might hide how he fights to school himself to propriety again -- one must not laugh at kings, after all. He glances up at the other man across the table from him and nods subtly. "Hats or sunglasses. Dunno why it works, but it does..." However, before he can make to begin to move from his seat (and leave his Kilkenny Red behind, woe!), the young and very drunk man is approaching. Steve simply sets his face in that mask of cool politeness yet again. "You're confused," he repeats himself to the young man. "We're just trying to have a drink in peace. D'ya'mind?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "Now that's just rude, my friend asked a question man." The third drunk guy decides to just barge on over. He bumps a table on the way over, spilling the drinks of the two men sitting there. They aren't that small either. "And we do mind." the one that originally addressed them speaks up. One of the men at the table that's had their drink spilt shoves his chair back, knocking it over, "What the fuck is your deal?" he growls out. Welp. There goes the quiet drinking plan. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' Black Panther's eyes roam the room quickly, noting the backdoor. He looks over to Steve and says, "Past time to be going." T'Challa will stand up slowly from the booth. If the men who came over are facing him rather than the new source of disturbance, T'Challa holds up a hand in a small disarming wave and with a little nod of his head towards them. Trying to avert the likelihood it might seem like he's popping up aggressively. "Let me buy a round for everyone," he says. "I am sure there is a game on worth watching," he says. "The Knicks, right?" T'Challa knows enough to know the right team. He doesn't know they are in last place though and probably the last thing anyone wants to watch. It was a good try. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' Steve lifts his hands as he too rises to stand before the table of his booth. "You heard the man -- a round for everyone. But not the Knicks," the Captain's sure to amend with a little wince towards the king. He knows just enough that to mention the team is not the best idea at this point in time. "We don't need to turn this into a scene. It's been quiet. Drinks," and he gestures back at his own beer. As Wade reappears from the bathroom, the Captain's eyes grow a touch wide. Very carefully, he shakes his head towards the man. Of course the gathering of drunkards around them look like an imminent bar fight! 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade approaches up behind the other men from the bathroom in a jolly manner, looking for his Pink Squirrel. And a chair goes flying in front of him, though all he had to do was just pause. Wade raises a hand and waves at Steve. "I got this!" he yells to the Captain. Thumbs up. And suddenly turns and unloads a hard backhanded slap across the guy that just stood up. "LANGUAGE!" Wade thunders. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' The guys looked like they might have taken T'Challa up on his buying a round of drinks. But Wade 'Fucking' Wilson destroys those hopes with the resounding smack that is heard through out the bar. And then everything falls into CHAOS! The man that was backhanded crashes over a table and rolls over a few times. The other three look at the man that was backhanded and then they decide that it's time to try to get hits in. One goes for Deadpool, one at T'Challa and there's a poor poor soul that takes a sloopy swing at Steve. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' Black Panther looks over to Steve with a nod at the correction, grateful for the save. He'll have to start checking the box score on the local basketball clubs. Seeing the looks on the men's faces, T'Challan feels a proud swell as once again diplomacy has averted what could have been violent- Oh for the love of Bast. Wade. T'Challa finds himself dodging punches. His head sways left to avoid one punch and then right to avoid another. "I would rather not fight you-" he manages to get out before a punch right up the middle has to be blocked to the side by hard block that likely bruised the man's arm. The Wakandan lets out a sigh. "And I prefer burritos," he tells the man as T'Challa gets hold of his hand and applies a painful wristlock that will encourage the man down to the ground to try to relieve the pressure. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' "Wade!" The Captain says his remonstration aloud as he watches the first hit go down. Oh yes -- it's a bar fight. The youngster who swings at him is clearly three shots too many into his drinking escapade and the haymaker goes wildly past his nose. Steve rocks back out of reach and then executes a shove grounded in the premise of martial arts -- what goes in a direction continues in a direction with application of additional force. There the kid goes, bouncing off the floor in the process, and Steve frowns. He then glances up at Wade and points a sudden, imperious finger as he remembers something on the fly. "NO KATANAS!" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "He fucking swore though," Wade defends himself towards Steve as he gets the judging 'Wade'; upset, pointing. Point /point/! He looks at the man coming to engage him without interest at first, mostly turned towards Steve, upset by the reception. That is, until a punch is aimed at him, and /then/ the man has more of Wade's attention. "Don't touch me, I saw you in the restroom, you didn't wash your hands," gripes the mercenary, dodging away and batting at his adversary childishly. "That's like just asking for me to escalate. And my escalator goes waaaay up past lingerie, into household furnishings, and up to the roof --where this weird metaphor goes to die of exposure. And katanas." NO KATANAS? "I have so many things worse than my ---Hey! I love burritos too, let's bond!" chimes Wade. He is still dodging his opponent like a weird bouncing acrobatic puppet. "Almost as much as tacos and chimichangas. It's really a-- DO NOT interrupt me," Wade says, finally kicking upwards in an excessive kick of toes to chin, to clip the man's teeth together with a resounding clack. "I knew you were thinking it." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's eyes go wide and then the woman hears the sound of bottles breaking. Ahahaha...NO! She's not getting involved in this mess. She gives a look to the bartender and then crawls over the bar, taking her drink with her. She peeks over the counter to watch the fight though. Because you don't pass that up. Then she catches the scent of blood and there's a moment she closes her eyes. Damn bar fights. The men that have been smacked are not getting up. But the other big fellow decides to pick up the chair that he was sitting in and crack it over Deadpool's head. Apparently he was not going with the not interrupting him! The younger kids decide that they haven't got the training to get their asses kicked this bad and they start to pick themselves up to make for the front door. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' Black Panther releases the wrist lock as soon as the man is down and no longer actively throwing punches. There won't be any damage other than a little soreness. T'Challa surveys the fight, movement by Morrigan being what draws his attention. T'Challa heads over towards the bar behind which Morrigan crouches. He tells her in his mix of African and Oxford accents, "It might be safest to depart now, madam." He will look and make sure no bodies, bottles, or katanas are inbound, and if not offer her his hand, palm up, as if to escort her out. The back door likely being the closer, and so safer, exit. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' Watching the youngster he redirected scramble to his feet and away, Steve lets out a slow sigh. He's about to follow T'Challa and reassure the barcrew that nothing ultimately terrible has occurred when the smash of the stool over Wade shatters the momentary silence as easily as the wood itself. Running a hand down his mouth, the man then strides over just in case Deadpool needs back-up -- though it's doubtful. "You've got a pair," Steve comments towards the drukard on the approach, scowling up a storm. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Chair cracks over Wade noggin. Pieces of chair rain. Wade isn't super strong, so yes, he stumbled forward. Not that it matters, that kind of blunt trauma is barely a bruise that -- yep, healed. "Remember how you wondered how I get pieces of wood lodged in my body?" Wade calls out over to Steve. "You can observe here. Also, I meant all of the innuendo that just happened, and want to be sure you're not too distracted, and miss it!" Wade hops backwards onto the booth table and kicks out with both feet at his 'big guy' of chair lifting, then pounces forwards, as if he were leaping from the side of a wrestling ring. Which can't be a surprise, given the chair usage. "A grenade is not a katana, I want to say in advance, just so we're clear. Also, wait. I'm not on your team. Wow, you have some commanding presence, Stevie. I was /listening/!" All of this while doing a series of punches on his opponent. "That..." punch. "Is..." Punch. "Impressive." Punch. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Is T'challa bleeding? No? Good. Morrigan manages to shake her head to clear the scent and then she looks to the man, "I should have moved about five minutes ago when I felt trouble brewing." the Irish woman admits. Though there's a look back to Deadpool and Steve Rogers, then back to him. The hand is given a look and then she reaches out and takes it, "He doesn't really have a grenade, does he?" she asks him. "Either way, after you." she nods to him. The man that is still up for fighting is getting worn down. When you fight people above your pay grade that generally happens. So the punches that Wade levels make him wobble on his feet and then he takes a step towards Steve as his feet can't carry him towards Wade. The man tries to clock Steve, but it misses in a comedic way that makes him spin like a ballerina. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' Black Panther lifts for Morrigan the section of the bar that swings down to make it a complete counter surface, and escorts her to the back door. "I suspect he surely does. Though hopefully not on him at the moment," T'Challa says. And with a concerned enough glance back that Morrigan might believe the African man is in earnest. T'Challa leads her to the back door and through it, glancing about to make sure he is not taking the young lady to a more dangerous place. A more dangerous place than around Wade? It's possible. Maybe Bruce Banner was using the alley and just found out his favorite TV show was canceled. "You saw that coming?" T'Challa asks in his gentle, precise tones when then are a safe grenade-exploding distance away. "I hope the men were not behaving poorly with you, when they were at the bar?" he offers. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' Steve leans back once more to avoid a roundhouse against his perfect teeth and he watches the drunken man spin in place with nose wrinkled in disgust. "Wade, this needs to end. He's all yours -- and //NO GRENADES//," the Captain emphasizes towards the Merc, eyebrows lifted. "I like this place. I want to keep drinking here. I can't have a beer and quiet if it's got a hole in the floor." He glances up to see T'Challa exit with the red-head in tow and then moves towards the bar proper, holding up a hand to hail the barstaff as he originally intended to do. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "This really wasn't any fun, it was so uneven. Here. I'll switch sides," Wade decides, slipping sideways and using both hands to flip a table in between his new drunk 'pal' and their new adversary, Steve. "Hey .... Mike. Wow, name tag and everything. Mike. Hey. Stay with me dude, we got shit to do here on team drunk. Words to slur, asses to slap." Wade pats at Mike's face. "Don't .... aggggh," Wade yelps, as the dizzy drunk falls in front of him, and there's vomit at his feet. Wade changes teams again, apparently, because he sharply raps down on the drunk to knock him out. "Steve. So. Laundry time again?" he asks, gingerly stepping around the vomit. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a bit of a laugh, "Why am I not surprised with that answer." she muses as she heads for the door with T'Challa. "Not like in a psychic preminition kind of way. Those guys just are drunks and like to start fights. Hopefully they don't end up in the ER and give my colleagues too much trouble tonight." she shakes her head. "And no, they know to leave me alone." she smiles to that. "Thank you for the help, your highness." she states. Yes, people watch the news. Or at least Doctors do. The barstaff give a look around to the kids that have weasled their way out the door. Then to the mess that has been made. But the tender looks to Steve as he approaches, "We don't blame you guys for this. Just thought I'd let you guys know that." he tells him. Then he looks to Wade and there's a look between disgust and concern for the man on his face. 

:'''{{#var:178|Black Panther (178)}} has posed:''' "Ah, you work in the medical profession," T'Challa says, getting his first good look at her attire. "Doctor MacIntyre is it? And you are welcome. I apologize your time off was interrupted." T'Challa's head tilts for a moment as if listening to something. "I believe the disruption is at an end. If you would to go back inside I believe it is likely safe now. Or if you wished to depart, may I see you safely to a vehicle?" T'Challa will end up reimbursing the bar for any damages, whether offering when they go back inside, or taking care of the matter after seeing Morrigan safely away. 

:'''{{#var:112|Steve Rogers (112)}} has posed:''' "Thank you for understanding." Steve gives the barstaff a grateful little grin before fishing out his wallet and paying for his unfinished stein of red ale. He glances over at Wade and the smile disappears...almost -- it lingers around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. "We'll talk, Wade," he replies to the Merc. A quick interjection for the staff to keep the change, yes, it's a tip, no really, keep it, as his wallet goes back away into his jeans. He notes T'Challa heading their way and, after he hails the man with a lifted hand, he sighs. "Let's get out of here. I have paperwork to file." So much for a quiet evening after all. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "I'm upset over not getting my Pink Squirrel," Wade announces to the barstaff in general. "However that will not cause a shitty review on yelp because I am not a complete douchecanoe like Mike. Mike's friends, all of you leave great reviews. Or we'll see how many grenades I actually do carry around on me," Wade says, passing by one of the semi-unconscious men to deliver that message. He then skips after Steve. "Is this a 'talk' fun talk, or a 'let's talk because it's not you it's me' talk?" he asks, attempting to loop a friendly arm over his shoulder. "Also, for fuck sake, here," Wade adds, pulling his cap off and placing it on Steve. The cap was real. So were the sunglasses. 
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6306/Visiting A PI Wizard

2019-01-28T22:53:50Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan had given pause at the 'Wizard' stamped on the door. But, when you're at the end of your resources, even a Wizard might be able to help. The redhead had at least knocked before heading in. She wasn't sure what to expect on the other side of the door, but it was sure to be interesting. Once inside and away from the light she takes her sunglasses off and blinks a few times to adjust to the new space. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden sits at his desk, feel propped up reading a copy of "Dopplygangers, real or myth?" and munching from a very large bown of pretlzes. He has a soft spot for female clients, and also a soft spot for being able to pay his rent, so he immediately stops what he is doing, dusts off his clothing and stands. He smiles, "Hello. Harry Dresden. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking? 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan's violet gaze settles on Harry when he moves and there's a soft smile, "Ah, you're Mister Dresden." she states. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. I..." she trails off and looks around, then back to him, "I'm needing some help finding someone. But I have no idea where to start." she admits to that. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden sticks out his hand and moves to shake hers as a donut napkin is stuck to his shoe that he aims to shake off. Grumbling he finally waves a finger and it flies off 'by coincidence.' He shakes her hand and nods, "Finding someone is very much my specialty. Do you have anything that belonged to the person? And of whom do we speak? 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan is usually hesitant about shaking hands, but she doesn't mind today. Her hand is cooler, but it might be due to the weather. The napkin going flying does make her give it a squint. Then back to Harry, "There lies the problem. I don't have anything that belonged to him. I share part of his genes, but I have no information on my father. And the person who did, just turned up murdered, so." she spreads her hands. "I know that he and my mother were a very short couple in Ireland and then there's no real history that I know of." she frowns. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "That ...might help..." he considers, "It would take more work but I'll take what I can get. A name is also a good start. Tell me what you know and we'll go from there." He offers her a seat across from her desk and then sits down." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile, despite feeling like she might not be much help here. "My moms name was Claire Tobin. She committed suicide when I was about a year old." she admits. Then she takes a seat. "What family I did have here, didn't want to raise me, so I was put up for adoption." she tells him. "I'm sure my mother knew his name. But she didn't bother leaving me anything. Or if she did, it was with the person who just died. And the police aren't letting any of her stuff go." she shakes her head. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "Have you already had your records unsealed? As an adult you are entitled to do that and it would save me some work on that front. Tell me what you know about the murdered person. I hope you had their name at least? I do have contacts with the police so that might help." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a shake of her head, "No, never had them unsealed. I will get on that later today." she tells him. "Doctor Meridith Anderson was the woman who was murdered. She had asked me to meet with her as she had some news on my father. I arrived at the place, but she never did. And then later the police contacted me because I was in her calendar." she explains. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden nods, "When you spoke to the police about the murder, did anything leap out to you as odd or unusual about their reaction?" He chewed on his pencil and began taking notes in a pad, "any other facts relative to the case at all that you can think of? 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look back towards the door and then back to Harry, "Are you really a Wizard?" she asks him. "Because I'm guessing you hear some really strange stuff. They sounded a little freaked out. Said that a few case files were missing, one of them was mine." she frowns deeply. "I mean, I'm allergic to sunlight. I didn't get it from my mother. So I'm guessing it's a trait with my father? Does that help?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "I am definitely and very much a wizard. I am very good at what I do and while I havent solved every case, I have a singificant track record. And allegeric to sunlight," he considers a moment, "I can run a few tests on your blood if you're worried you are part vampire or something. And it does, but it doesnt match any vampire I immediately know about. There are many things to know about so that doesnt mean anything." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a look to Harry and there's a soft nod. Though his talk on vampires makes her eyes go wide, "Wait...what?" she laughs. "Oh no...nonono. I'm not a half anything." she shakes her head. There's a silence for a moment as she tries to put things together in her head, "That just sounds a bit nuts. How would you test for that?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "Well, frankly, magic. I have a rather unusual research assistant so I'd have to speak to him, but blood is one of the most potent magical materials you can find. Magic is able to match like to like so we can potentiallly simply match your blood to examples with all the vampires I DO know of at least to eliminate that possibility." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan looks positively intrigued. While most people might have heard the word blood, she was so used to it. "I'm a Doctor of Pathology and Hematology. So my interest is highly piqued, Mister Dresden." she chuckles to that. "I don't have negative reactions to holy symbols, or my church would probably give me the side eye." she states. "Alright. I guess talk to your assistant and I can come back to do that another day?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "Well, I've got files on most weirdos who appear in public, so we've got living vampires, man bats with vampiric tendancies, the white court, the jade court, the black court, the red court, demonic vampires around sunnyvale, psychic vampires and even more. Vampires are basically only exceeded by dragons in sheer multiple type. My assistant is a pervert and would love to meet you but I'm not sure I want to give him more inspiration, but if you can handle the insane it might help us work out tests. Another day would likely be best." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan just takes in the wealth of information. Then there's a blink, "Excuse me you said Dragons?" she asks him with a bit of a laugh. "Umm...proper dragons? Big scaley things with wings and fire breathing?" she asks. "And apparently I need to up my reading. I've not heard of most of those things. Courts? Not asking much more than that." she muses. Then she looks amused, "I'm sure your assistant is fine compared to some of our interns. I can handle insane pretty well." she grins. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "We live in a world where people in their underwear fly aroudn and move buildings. Yes, dragons or nearly anything else you can imagine...." he smiles, "I think I would disagree on you regarding Bob as compared to your interns but we'll find out." He grins, "Oh as to my retainer, " he gives her a high but not insanely high amount. "This might take a while."" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' "True, very true, we do have super humans so I'm not sure why I'd be surprised that Vampires and things were a thing." Morrigan states. Then there's a chuckle, "Oh I don't want to get into a bet. He might be just as bad, we'll see when I meet him." she smiles to that. The redhead doesn't blink at the retainer fee, "That's no problem. I can pay that now if you like?" she asks him. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden nods, "A retainer is traditional in these matters then I will bill you as expenses come up. Getting your adoption records officially release will help, and also if you have an attorny or can get one, a proxy authority for legal documents if you arent available will let me move faster. This will take some time but no reason to slow it down due to paperwork 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to that and pulls her checkbook from her pocket, "Should clear pretty quickly." she states as writes them out she carefully takes it out and hands it over to him. Then it's followed by her pulling out a card, "My lawyer is pretty easy to get ahold of, I'll let him know you might be calling as well. It'll give him a headsup." she smiles to that as she hands the card over. "Taking time is fine, I don't have any big plans. If you need to give the case up at some point just let me know." she offers. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "I will do just that." He takes the card and smiles,"I am happy I can help." He stops smiling and says,"And I am sorry for the loss of the person who can give answers, but we'll look into this. Just to be clear, do you want me to find out about BOTH your father and who killed his friend or just solve for one of the two?" 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a smile to him, "Thank you for being willing to take it on. I know it's probably nothing, but, never hurts to check." she admits. Then there's a shake of her head, "Just looking for information on my father. To my knowledge Doctor Anderson didn't actually meet him. Just had files on my mother and I." she tells him. "My mother might have given his name in those." she adds. "I'm sure the NYPD can handle the murder case." she tells him. "Anything else I should know or do?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden shakes his head, "If you send me a sample of your blood I can run those tests. A lock of hair. I will make sure it is destroyed and provide video evenice of doing that after we run the tests but it will help in a matter such as this. 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a nod to that, "I'll get that sent over. Just need to draw some later." she muses. Then she's standing up and there's a smile, "It was good to meet you, Mister Dresden. I hope that this won't take up too much of your time." she admits. "If you need anything else feel free to call me or my lawyer for things. I answer my cell at all hours." she grins. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Harry Dresden says, "I absolutely will. And I look forward to solving your case. My parents had mysteries of their own so I can definitely empathize." 

:'''{{#var:228|Morrigan MacIntyre (228)}} has posed:''' Morrigan gives a dip of her head and a smile, "Thanks for that, Mister Dresden. I look forward to hearing about things. Or well...anything really." she tells him. With that, the glasses are put back on and the woman heads out. 
}}

6147/Clark Comes Home

2019-01-10T01:35:32Z

The Morrigan: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/09 |Location=Lois' Apartment |Synopsis=Clark returns home after having been away for a few months due to Kryptonite poisoning and healing...."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/09
|Location=Lois' Apartment
|Synopsis=Clark returns home after having been away for a few months due to Kryptonite poisoning and healing.
|Cast of Characters=256, 15
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois has been going through the motions as one would put it. The apartment in Metropolis is clean, post work mail that was opened is squared away in all of its spots. But something is still missing. The auburn haired woman settles down at the dining room table with her computer and looks through her emails, checking deadlines on stories that are coming up. It's a run of the mill Wednesday for the reporter really. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' Keys. They jingle in the door. There's really only two people that have keys to her apartment. The Super, who has to call in advance. And Superman, who is Clark, that doesn't. "Lois, I'm home!" Home. The word lingers on his thoughts for a moment. Is her apartment home? Is the fortress? Earth? They say home is where the heart is so.. short of a certain ranch in Kansas.. this is home. Naturally, he's wearing the spare suit he keeps at the Fortress. As he drops the keys into the bowl by the door, his jacket comes off.. so does the tie.. and the glasses.. as he walks purposefully towards the dining room table. 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois' head lifts at the sound of keys jingling and the woman is a bit startled for a minute. She didn't give anyone else keys. And the super hadn't called for anything. She's standing when she hears Clark's voice and that's when she gets a little weak in the knees. A natural reaction when it's been a few months. "Clark?!" she makes sure she's hearing things right. She starts around the table, her eyes bright, a smile on her face, heart hammering in her chest. "Is everything healed?" she asks him as she crosses the floor towards him. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' Clark is opening his arms as Lois comes around the table and advances. Maybe he moved faster than normal to close the distance... but his embrace is as gentle as he might be with fine china. "All better." He replies with a warmth in his eyes for her. "I apologize for not calling but the reception out there was horrible." You know 'out there' hovering next to the sun where solar flares would crisp anything electronic but were delightful caresses to a napping Kryptonian. 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois wraps her arms around him, hugging him close to make sure he's really there and solid. Well, Kryptonian's tend to be rather solid! "Oh thank god. I thought I fell asleep on the table again." she laughs softly. Then she looks up to him, her eyes full of warmth, "You have no reason to apologize, you needed to heal and it was going to take a bit. Phones don't tend to work in outer space." she admits. "And I've not picked up long range telepathy while you were gone that I know of." she tells him. "Are you hungry? Is there anything I can get you?" she asks him after a moment. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' "I don't suppose you have a slice of mom's apple pie lingering around." There's a hopeful tone in his voice as he looks to the refrigerator. Sadly, Kryptonian eyes know the truth of it and his hopes are dashed. "It's alright. I can make due with ice cream and a little chocolate sauce." He flashes her a grin. "I have all I want right here." He turns a devoted gaze to Lois and lowers his face to kiss her tenderly. 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois gives a soft smile, "No, but I'm sure if we call your mom she would be happy to make you one if we visit." she tells him. "We do have plenty of ice cream though. And no, I've not been eating that exclusively." she chuckles and explains before he asks. Then she looks up to him and there's a warm smile as she touches his cheek and returns his kiss softly. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' Clark Kent lingers a little in that kiss before breaking it with a caress of her hair. "Please tell me you've been working a case.. and not one that will get you killed." The expected tease is offered. "Though if you had a lead into that warsuit that blasted me.. I wouldn't complain." Still holding onto her, he lets his eyes linger before letting out a small sigh and letting her go. "How's Perry doing? Do I still have a job or did my 'extended vacation' not burn all of my sick days?" 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois doesn't mind lingering in the kiss, definitely happy to have him home. "Happy New Year, belatedly." she tells him softly. Though his question draws a smile, "I've been working on a few things, nothing that will get me killed though." she tells him. "I don't have any leads on the warsuit unfortunately." she frowns just a touch. "And you still have a job, Perry knows you needed the time and well, it helps when you've got people to back you up." she nods to that. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' "There are days I wonder if I'm the luckiest guy on Earth." Clark begins, "Then you remind me I don't have to wonder. Thanks, Lois." He flashes her a bit of a grin. "Alright, so what's the plan for New Years? I know I missed it but that doesn't mean we can't celebrate. Something in? Something out? I'd talked to Kara about maybe a bit family gathering.. since those are hard to pull off. Maybe it's best we missed the holidays. That way people aren't spread so thin with their commitments." 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois gives him a bit of a sheepish smile, "I just wanted you to come home to semi normal and not a bunch of upset." she tells him. "So that goal was done." she states with a proud look. Then there's a look around, "Well, the plan for New Years could be anything. I could order something and we could rewatch the ball drop. I taped it. Guess I figured you'd get home sooner or later." she winks. "I'd love to see Kara and the family though. So we could plan something small for everyone and see how that goes?" she offers. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' Clark Kent takes a hand and rubs the back of his neck, an awkward 'about that' sort of smile comes to his face. "Does.. twenty.. sound small? To you?" Ahem. "We ran the numbers and it's about that. Kara's family, mom, you, Conner..." There's a hand rolling etcetera. "But it's all family. Everyone.. well.. everyone that we can relax around." 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois looks to Clark and there's a moment where she has this dead serious look. Then she gives him a grin, "It's not into triple digits, I think we can work with that." she tells him as she kisses his cheek. Then she looks around, "Are we hosting it here?" she asks him. "If so I just need to know a good date and then we can work on details from there." she tells him in a warm tone. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' "I was actually thinking the barn back at mom's place." Clark offers up, "I hate having her travel if we don't have to.. plus the barn gives us plenty of space to set up a spread, maybe a little dance floor, plenty of seats.. plus if someone oopses.. no complaints about a hole in the wall." He gives a side-eye to the drywall. 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois gives a bright smile to that, "I'd love to see your mom as well...and the farm. So I like that idea." she nods to that. "Not that I don't want to host things here, but you have it right, twenty is a bit much and the barn is roomier for things." she grins to that. "And if someones laser vision accidentally goes off it's not going to make renters insurance go up or make questions awkward." she teases gently. 

:'''{{#var:15|Clark Kent (15)}} has posed:''' Clark Kent whinces a little. "Let's hope that doesn't happen." After all, Lois isn't impervious to harm.. and neither is his mom. "But. Since we have a plan, let's get to making it happen, hmm? We just need to find a weekend we can get away. Maybe.. groundhog day? That's a Saturday this year right?" There's just something that amuses him about having an El family reunion on a national woodchuck holiday. 

:'''{{#var:256|Lois Lane (256)}} has posed:''' Lois gives a soft look to Clark, "It's not like it's going to happen, Clark, but just in case. And we'll make sure your mom doesn't get into anything." she tells him as she gives his arm a gentle squeeze. "I don't have anything planned for that weekend, so lets do it then. I think it's a perfect time for that." she gives him a bright smile. Then she's picking up her calendar to mark it down. "We'll just have to make sure to get the date out to everyone." 
}}

Morrigan MacIntyre

2019-01-04T23:50:28Z

The Morrigan:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Morrigan MacIntyre
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=228
|Img=https://i8.lisimg.com/6648498/280full.jpg
|FullName=Morrigan MacIntyre
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human Hybrid
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Pathologist at Mount Sinai
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New York City
|Education=Doctor of Pathology, Harvard Medical
|Quote="The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day."
|PAge=30
|AAge=30
|DOB=17 March 1996
|Height=172.7 cm
|Weight=54 kg
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Violet
|Actor=Katerina Martinovska
|Song="Innocent" by Fuel
|Profile=Morrigan is a highly intelligent woman that is a leading authority in the world of Pathology. Shes not the best. But if someone needed to get hold of someone in the top ten, she would get a call. The rumor around the Doctor is that she cant go out in the sun too long. But most of her colleagues and friends assure people its do to a medical condition. The condition is that Morrigan's biological father was a vampire and she got no benefits from the usual pairing between human and vampire. She has heightened intelligence and a knack for working with the blood, but nothing else really. Doctor MacIntyre doesn't know what she really is other than a human with a case of being a fair ginger.
|Description=The woman stands at 5'8" and has the coloring of someone that is from Ireland or the typical Irish American. Her skin is pale to the point of translucency, showing blue veins along her throat. Her hair is fiery red and is usually left to its own devices. Her eyes are a violet color.
 
She usually wears comfortable, but utilitarian clothing in shades of black and grey with crisp white or black t-shirts underneath. On her feet are a pair of old brown boots that have seen much wear. Over the jeans and t-shirt is usually a lab coat with her badge for Mount Sinai hospital clipped to it.
|History=Morrigan's mother is and was originally from Dublin, Ireland. Her father is an unknown man, probably of the same origins from what her mother can remember. Their love affair was not the brightest and in the end it turned out that dad was a monster. But her mother didn't have the heart to abort Morrigan. So she fled Dublin and took Morrigan to New York to live with relatives.
 
When Morrigan was a year old, her mother committed suicide. Leaving the child with no mother and a family that didn't want to take care of her. She was given over to child services. She was five when she was adopted by a couple. Morrigan's high intelligence blossomed at a young age and her adoptive parents protected her from the spotlight and from a lot of tests.
 
At thirteen Morrigan's sensitivity to sunlight became bad. She could only spend small intervals in the sun. Many assumed it was due to her being so fair skinned, but it was something else breaking through, her fathers genes. See, father was a vampire. Morrigan got few benefits of his vampiric genes, but a lot of the downsides!
 
As Morrigan has gotten older she's learned to live with the hindrances of the sun, over the winter (And many years), she developed a vaccine that lets her go out for longer periods.
 
What Morrigan doesn't know is that her father is currently trying to hunt her down. Given her name being changed when she was a child, it's been hard. But eventually this will come to a head in character and as part of story.
|Personality=Morrigan is generally in good spirits and a people person. She is not a beach goer and doesn't do long festival trips out in the sun. She does does make her day time appearances when necessary though. Like for conferences and things of that nature. Otherwise she does have her 'broody' days where she tends to scream at her work and curse at things in unintelligible Gaelic.
|Abilities='''HEIGHTENED INTELLIGENCE'''
 
Morrigan has been prodigal since she was a child and not on a 'Oh my daughter is an honor student' level. On a 'My daughter is Einstein!?' level.
|Skills='''MEDICINE'''
 
Morrigan is well versed in Medicine in General and specializes in Pathology and Hematology.
 
'''RESEARCH'''
 
Morrigan is extremely good at researching. Given all the school and her own personal studies she's probably one of the best in New York. But not THE best.
 
'''SCIENCE'''
 
Science! It goes hand in hand these days with Medicine and is needed for the studies she sets out to do.
|Resources='''CONTACTS'''
 
Morrigan has contacts with a number of the hospitals in New York and others through out the world. Given she's a leading Pathology expert, it pays to have friends.
 
'''MONEY'''
 
Morrigan's job pays a lot. So does her trust fund. So she has a nice cushion for her practice and her personal uses.
 
'''SOLIS'''
 
Solis is the serum that Morrigan has been trying to perfect over the years for personal use and for those who have severe allergy to the Sun. It doesn't work on those that have common sun allergies because...they aren't half vampire like Morrigan is.
 
OOC Note: This serum would not work for other Dhampir without time to tweak the formula and staff approval.
|Weaknesses='''CONFRONTATION'''
 
Morrigan is not a violent person. This tends to become an issue if there's a need for defending herself. And she insists she doesn't need a bodyguard.
 
'''MEDICAL ADVANCEMENT'''
 
Morrigan tends to get tunnel vision when she discovers a new medical technique or one that will improve her work.
 
'''SUNLIGHT'''
 
Morrigan cannot be in the sunlight for more than an hour at a time. If it goes above an hour it will start in levels of weakness, followed by seizure and then the skin burning severely. With the us of her Solis serum, she is able to be in the sun for up to six hours before feeling these effects.
 
'''SUPERNATURAL'''
 
Morrigan has had a few people make fun of her due to her sunlight weakness. It's actually caused the woman to look into weirdness that happens. Someone with a blood deficiency isn't always a vampire, but you never know!
 
'''UNKNOWN FATHER'''
 
Morrigan has done research into her father, but has came up short. She doesn't know if it's due to his not being from America or if he's just a Ghost. But she wants to find out someday.
}}

Lois Lane

2019-01-02T21:07:34Z

The Morrigan:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Lois Lane
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=256
|Img=https://img.cinemablend.com/cb/c/6/0/b/b/2/c60bb260886f2b04d00072b6e78d37e724e39d1ca0296961d823c96ed71ed506.jpg
|FullName=Lois Lane
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=AFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Journalist
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=New Troy, Metropolis
|Education=Bachelor's in Journalism
|Groups=[[Superman Family]], [[DBC]]
|Quote="Keep talking, Smallville. I love it when you crusade."
|PAge=33
|AAge=33
|DOB=17 August 1992
|Height=173 cm
|Weight=59 kg
|Hair=Auburn
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Amy Adams
|Profile=Lois Lane is a reporter for the Daily Planet. Her name is well known throughout the news, reporting and internet venues. She tends to have a nose for trouble and while she manages to get into trouble, she also manages to find a way out of it. And with /the/ story of it too. Her investigative journalism has won her a Pulitzer Prize, twice, for articles and stories she's written. However, just because she's won the Pulitzer Prize doesn't mean she's resting upon her laurels. No, instead, she's always looking for that next scoop, the next story, the next injustice to shine light upon.
|Description=Lois Lane, Ace Reporter of the Daily Planet, isn't a tall woman. She tops at 5'6", more should she wear heels, which she often does. Her physique is lithe, of someone who works out regularly, perhaps not fanatically, but definitely regularly. Her features are quite pretty, with long auburn hair that frames an oval face, blue eyes and a definite stubborn set to her mouth and tilt of her chin. Her hair falls several inches past her shoulders and is typically styled in a loose manner.
 
Today, Lois is dressed for on the job reporting. She sports a light cream pantsuit. The pantsuit has a jacket, white silk blouse beneath it and matching cream pants. The only splash of colors are her belt, pumps and lanyard. All of those items sport a contrasting black color. The lanyard holds her press credentials, which shows the logo of the Daily Planet, along with her picture and name. Often times she sports a small purse, which typically holds her smart phone (with recorder), pencil, pens and small notepad.
|History=Lois Lane is a Pulitzer Prize winning ivestigative journalist that works for the Daily Planet in Metropolis. She was born to Ella and Sam Lane in at Ramstein Air Base in Germany and was a bit of an Army Brat growing up. Her dad is a former US Army General and has taught her a myriad of self defense tactics as well as how to use firearms. She has a younger sister by the name of Lucy Lane. She is one of the best investigative journalists in the world at the moment, but she doesn't make it a habit to be uptight about it or gloat on it. She's always trying to find a new story to go after or something else to investigate.
|Personality=Laid back and easy to work with are some words that are used to describe Lois. Vivacious and stubborn are also some other words that are good descriptors for the journalist. She's been one of the top journalist for a long while and it's not something that's came easily. She's hard working and she goes after her stories to a point that's a bit fanatical.
|Skills='''INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM'''
 
Lois' bread and butter - she's the girl who's good at connecting the dots, or seeing connections others don't. This is what she does best writing and investigating the stories that need to be written about. She can use a variety of means to help her with both her investigation and her journalism. She will research via computers, the internet, libraries and even archived news articles. She'll call sources and leads and follow-up with eye-witnesses to glean all the clues she can. She'll also use The Daily Planet's resources to help her, including running background checks if needed. Her writing is similar; she'll jot down her notes, research and refine and then polish.
 
'''LANGUAGES'''
 
Lois has learned a variety of phrases in several languages. She has a smattering of French, German, Russian and Spanish phrases that typically get her to where she needs to be.
 
'''LOCK PICKING'''
 
Don't tell anyone, but Lois can pick locks and do simple to general B&E. It's a skill she learned early in her career to gain access to documents and other evidence that was behind lock and key. She's best against your typical tumbler style lock. The more electronic based system are a hindrance to her; though she can try to randomly button smash to see if that miraculously opens it. Generally she keeps her small case of lock picking tools in her purse.
 
'''MARKSMANSHIP'''
 
Lois' father taught Lois how to handle, clean and shoot a variety of guns. She's proficient with handguns and rifles and is an excellent shot when she has time to set-up a shot. When it comes to off the cuff shooting, her marksmanship falls to average to above average. It just depends upon the situation and what's happening at the time of her shot.
 
'''PHOTOGRAPHY'''
 

While the majority of Lois' skills are centered around investigation and writing, she does have the beginnings of the photography skill. There are others that are WAY better than she, but in a pinch, she can take a quick shot that could potentially be used with her articles. Mostly she uses this skill to snap pictures of secretive documents that shouldn't see the light of day.
 
'''SELF-DEFENSE'''
 
Lois was trained in a variety of combat techniques by her father. When she became an investigative reporter she continued training in the self-defense arts. Her style typically runs along the lines of hitting fast and hard and then escaping. There's definitely a mixture of various martial arts along with a healthy dose of brawling. She is by no means a professional fighter, but she can typically keep herself alive against the general riff-raff upon the streets and not require too much help.
|Resources='''CONTACTS'''
 
Lois has a wealth of personal and professional contacts. This means if she's looking for someone, or something, or information, she has the potential to find it. Some of these contacts are very secretive and will only contact her, versus her being able to contact them. She tries to protect all her sources as she feels a personal responsibility for each and every one.
 
'''FATHER'''
 
Lois is much like her father, stubborn and at times this has caused their relationship to be strained. Still, even if the two are at odds that doesn't mean she couldn't reach out to her father for help, if need be. The same could be said for him, as well, even if the two are quite pig-headed.
 
'''THE DAILY PLANET'''
 
Lois is a report for The Daily Planet. This affords her a comfortable salary, as well as active reporter's credentials and access to information that filters into The Daily Planet. Her salary is mostly banked and because of this, Lois has a small nest egg that allows her to live comfortably. Her reporter's credentials typically gets her into places she shouldn't be, and lastly, she has access to the majority of information held within The Daily Planet's archives.
|Weaknesses='''CAN'T HELP HERSELF'''
 
When Lois sees a story, even a glimmer of one, she goes at it like a shark does a meal; all teeth and aggression. This often means she tends to get into trouble. In her mind the story, not the trouble, is what she's most concerned with. It also doesn't help when people tell her /not/ to do something. As soon as Lois Lane is told /not/ to do something, she does the complete opposite.
 
'''ENEMIES'''
 
Lois Lane is a Pulitzer Prize winning investigative journalist. This means her stories are all about what's wrong with the world and revealing those secrets to the light; including secrets from the criminal element and various governments. As such, she's earned a few enemies thanks to her time at The Daily Planet. She's also acquired a few stalkers, as well, most public figures do and Lois is no different in that regards.
}}
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