10750/Cravings of Huitzilopochtli

Cravings of Huitzilopochtli
Date of Scene:	15 January 2020
Location:	Squamish, Starling
Synopsis:	An aztec statue come to life and wants to sacrifice a couple visitors, yet Darkhawk and Raissa save the day!
Cast of Characters:	Red, Darkhawk, Petra Emreis, Raissa Basarab, Superman

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Red has posed:
The Library Arts Center and Starling Museum and Winter Gardens and the local university have two tings in common. One, they are all in Squamish. Two, they are all host to an exhibition about Aztec art and history, most of the exhibits either painstakingly recreated by the arts center with modern mean like 3D printing. Other parts were recently excavated by the archeology department and lent for this one exhibition. And all of that housed in the museum halls. A speech is given by the curator, explaining the significance of the project, another one by one of the organizers telling about how they had the art part made and then an archeologist started into a long talk about the findings in central mexico before they finally cut the ribbon to open the halls to the public.

    The halls of the museum are packed, artworks stand under spots, illuminated brightly, opposed by the real things under glass. Recreations of weapons face original carvings, freshly cut stone altars under the treatment of powertools face off against an ancient body mummified over the ages. The masses funnel through the exhibition to a central room, the main exhibition pieces errected there. It's also the room where the Superman exhibition branches off, to the west of the central altar recreation, to the west where the sun dies every night to get reborn in the east, where the many people come in from.

    The central piece is an ancient wall carving of a being with some feather crown, wielding a shield and a snake, back covered in a feather cloak. An assortment of daggers is arranged on the stone altar in front, blood stained from the years it had been used, never fully washed away by time and rain.


    Alice had taken a day off to visit the double exhibition, intent of leaving a little item on her own, the transparent ABS chunk in the shape of a tear-cut ruby in her pocket. Just a little part she tries to put into the exhibition as #ArtistRed.

Darkhawk has posed:
Christopher Powell had begun his trip with a visit to the gift shop, since his mother had asked him to get a black logoed Superman t-shirt in her size. It was a bit morbid for him, given that he had met the man, and what with it being Kara's dead cousin and all. He was actually pleased she had decided not to come, as no doubt it would have been hard on her.

It was hard on him. At least he didn't associate the logo for the house of El with the big guy. For Chris, it had always been a symbol for Supergirl. So, after getting the t-shirt for his mother, he made a bee line for another part of the gift shop, anywhere else, so that he could look for a genuine gift for Kara, maybe a souvenir for himself, or the twins. They probably would have liked something Superman-centric, but they didn't ask, and he didn't want anything more in the Powell House Superman than there absolutely had to be.

Although on his way to the other part of the gift shop, he did spy a little snow globe that had Superman saving Metropolis. With a heavy sigh, he added that to his basket.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Into the Museum Petra had stepped, her form wrapped in a rather plain pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt. The ashen-haired girl with the scar wasn't really the gown type, but she'd moved into the exhibit none the less. The Superman exhibit had indeed been a draw for the sorceress, quite the figure the man of Steel had been and it rested over the mix of Aztec collection.

They may well be mystical, or simply historical, but trust the immortal woman to have an interest in ancient cultures!

Raissa Basarab has posed:
Raissa was here because of business, sadly not just a slow trip around the museum. She was dealing with a transfer from this museum to the MET. She was the short straw puller. The tall woman was killing some time looking over some of the exhibits while trucks were being loaded and she needed to check over manifests. She's dressed in dark slacks, blood red blouse and a black jacket. The heels only add to the height for the woman. She gives polite smiles to those she passes, making small talk when she's looking at something another patron is.

Superman has posed:
The Superman Exhibit is quiet right now, waiting for people to walk by, and see what was the latest that had been assembled for the recent Memorial Presentation. A holographic presentation was prsent, with the Man of Steel himself, hands on hips, and smiling his award winning smile to everyone that was prewsent looking at the exhibit.

It was almost like the holographic Superman's eyes follow you carefully, as people look and take in the exhibit. There were articles from the Daily Planet, a few artifacts that were spread out over the area, and in the centre, a statue of the Last Son of Krypton. Superman. A theme song, an uplifting song, plays over the speakers, set on low at this time. It is a song of hope.

Red has posed:
People passint through the exhibition also passed a recreation of the Coyolxauhqui Stone from concrete, set to the feet of the shallow pyramid in the center of the room. Many stroll around to pay an hommage to the missing, proclaimed dead hero. Many hit the dismembered goddess on the ground with feet, just like everybody that had once climbed the Temples in Technotitlan had. Just an exhibit, the miox of recreation and originals odd though.

Alice pondered as she wandered the halls, finally slippiong into the Superman memorial, the large piece of plastic in the pocket still. Where to plant it? Where to add? Keep it as a 'blood tear' or alter the design? Thinking, she leaned against a bench right under the Superman from cast steel. A true man of steel, the one bearing the title gone.

Darkhawk has posed:
Chris would look around the other parts of the gift shop, getting some strawberry marble fudge, a brand new watch, a poncho, as well as a few other odds and ends. When he's collected it all, he got into the queue to pay, and was pleasantly surprised to find he could leave his purchases behind the counter if he planned to go into the museum, so they'd be waiting for him on his way out. That seemed pretty reasonable and he got a receipt, so just in case there were any issues, they knew what had not been picked up yet. With that in tow, he headed in.

Raissa Basarab has posed:
Raissa gets a text from one of the loaders that the loading is taking longer than it should. So she decides to take a few minutes and heads towards the Superman exihbit. She is solemn in her browsing. Given the last time she'd seen anything related to the Man of Steel was at his grave with Connor. She gives a dip of her head to those she comes across in the installation as well. The Romanian doesn't interrupt anyone though, being patient in the more popular parts.

Red has posed:
Alice finally had decided on something as she stood up again, pulling the ruby colored plastic out, the fingers dancing over the material. In the center of it something changed, the translucent material going blind as she included tiny air bubbles, shaping a diamond outline. Looking from side to side, she made sure noone was really looking at her before she put the item down at the foot of the steel statue, melting its back against the pillar it stands on. A single drop of ruby red plastic 'blood' at the feet, containing the seal that had been hope for so many. Art could have a message after all!


As people pass, the air in the exhibit's main room seems to change. It feels loaded after some hour of opening, bristling with electric energy. Something seems to be off. Then it happens: a green-blue lightning starts to emit from the beaten, dismembered figure on the stone plate recreation, seeping out of it to shape some... coating. As people inch away from it, the substance starts creeping up the two or three steps, like a sentient liquid. It lingers on the altar stone some moments, quivering under the arranged knives before wandering forward to the relief in its back. Violating gravity, it seeped up along the wall, to the mouth of the depicted Huitzilopochtli and... vanished there, as if sucked up by the stone.

Darkhawk has posed:
Venturing into the exhibit, Chris felt a cold shiver, and asked aloud, "is someone playing with the aircon?" Only for a green-blue lightning to emit, and he raised his eyebrows, before backing away and guiding a few kids away from it and to safety. He had no clue who they were or where their parent, guardian, or teacher was, he just knew that they should be elsewhere right now.

Looking for an adult who might know who they were, it would take him a few moments to reunite them at a safe distance, and now, with that settled, he'd have to find a quiet and place without cameras to change. This could be difficult.

Raissa Basarab has posed:
Rai's eyes go to the green blue lightning and there's a bit of a puzzled look from the long lived woman, "Alright, that's new." she states. Then she's looking over the others that are in the exhibit to see if they had noticed. She tries to be low key about moving that way and seeing what's up in a closer light.

Red has posed:
For minutes, the figure lay dormant, nothing apparently happening. But people had noticed. Some bold ones move to look at the figure, others fled the room, their survival instincts honed from a life under the shadow of villains. Something was odd, but nothing apparent.


Her little bit of artistic vandalism done, Alice slipped back into the main hall, somewhat confused by the almost-riot that went on, some excited about something happening, the rest fleeing...

Darkhawk has posed:
When he passed by the phone booth in the Superman exhibit, Chris gave serious considering to using it to change, but no, too obvious, plus there were cameras on it. In the end, he had to use the men's washroom, and once inside, he went into a stall, pulled out his gem, and transformed into Darkhawk. Not wanting to be seen leaving, he kept the door locked, went invisible, climbed over the door, and made his way out, re-appearing once he was some distance away. The things he had to do to try and maintain a secret identity. Soon, he got back to the disturbance, calling out, "please, hold all questions until the tour is complete."

Raissa Basarab has posed:
"Don't get too close to that...whatever it is. Could be dangerous." Raissa states to a couple of people that have crowded around. There's a kid that looks like he's going to press up further and she shoots the childs mother a 'really?' look, "He's going to get hurt." she states. Then she's trying to get people to step back from the disturbance.

Red has posed:
...and hurt he got. The relief suddenly springs to motion, grabbing for one of the adults that poke at it and drags him to the altar, his stone snake-weapon coiling around the man's arms as the stone god reaches for one of the many knifes on the Altar. The kid watches, entrapped and then half his face is painted red and he starts to scream, the man thrown to the altar in the process of being made literally heartless by the relief, a nasty slash on his body as the statue works on it. A moment later, everybody screams and people scurry away as best they can, the man on the altar trapped.

Superman has posed:
The Superman exhibit remains quiet, as the music that had been playing earlier seems to fade off into oblivion. The shadows play about the exhibit as the hologram of Superman moves to nod at the "audience" and then morph back into the shape of him standing, his hands once more on his hips, his smile again showing the warmth and heroism that he was reknonwed for. Everything happening in the museum was witnessed, sadly, by the Man of Steel, watching without being able to help.

Darkhawk has posed:
The Man of Steel, even in death, cast a heavy shadow, and it was in the shadows that Darkhawk excelled. First, he fired off a blast of concussive force from the gem in his chest, aimed squarely at the force that had been dragging the adult who foolishly poked at it despite being warned not to. Even while sending the Darkforce energy, Darkhawk was already moving forward, letting loose a barrage of razor sharp talons that sailed through the air at high speed. The built in targeting system helped guide them to try and release the kid who had also been captured.

Darkhawk would have liked to sooth the kid, but there wasn't much time with everything that was going on, such as the face painting of the kid, and the man being slashed, but he had to help. He had to do it, for them, and for Superman. He didn't even have time to make a few quips. He loved to quip. It relaxed him in times like these. But time was of the essence. Still in motion, he readied his high speed retractable claw, having a distinct impression that it would be needed.

Raissa Basarab has posed:
Where the hell did Raissa get a sword that quick! The world would never know. "Get out of the way!" she shouts at the people who are still standing around and gawking. She then looks over to the concussive blast that goes off, looks back to her sword, then to the Aztec statue, "We'll make due baby." she whispers to the sword as she rushes to put herself between the crowd that's running away and pain...probably lots of pain.

Somewhere her Watcher is having a stroke over this.

Red has posed:
The kid's hoody rips under the barrage of stars, stumbling off the platform down before ending pretty much in front of Raissa's feet, the swordfighter shielding the boy. The god statue though only got halted temporary, one of the priceless obsidian daggers shattered to pieces by the Darkforce. Once more the being, seemingly unfazed by the attack, reaches for a new knife, the black stone glistining in the light menacingly, the mouth speakign voicelessly, forming words a language that died out under the careful observation of the spanish conquerers.

And Alice? Just shoves out people towards the closest exit at the moment.

Superman has posed:
At a dramatically appropriate moment, the theme song for Superman and the Man of Steel starts playing, a little louder than it had been before. The Man of Steel getsures, as though part of the exhibit, and states, in his firm, strong voice, "It is only through sacrifice, truth, justice and strength of spirit can we ever hope to vanquish the evil and the darkness of our world. Be strong, my friends, be true to yourself and others, and you will always stand amongst the righteous!" Hopefully that helps with any distraction needed.

Darkhawk has posed:
Hopefully the cost of the priceless obsidian daggers wasn't going to come out of his college tuition, but he'd have to deal with that when it came to it. For now, Darkhawk continued his assault, moving ever closer, firing razor sharp talons, blacks of darkforce energy, trying to put himself between it and the civilians, though there was also a girl with a sword. He wasn't too sure what she was going to do with it, as this thing took a blast of Darkforce energy and barely flinched. "Got any ideas Eowyn," he said in a Keith David-like voice, referencing the female swordsperson from Lord of the Rings.

Raissa Basarab has posed:
"Stay behind me, kid." Raissa states, her accent getting thicker than usual given she's starting to shout orders. She gives a dark eyed look to the on cue music from the statue, "Thanks, Superman." she whispers as she looks up to the statue. Once it's gone for another knife she takes the time to swing, aiming for the new knife and shatting it with the blade of her sword, "No knives for you." she growls out. Then she is called Eowyn and there's a glare to the Hawk dude, "I'm more a Arwen really." she tells him. "I've never came across anything like this before." she admits. "Maybe...cut it's head off? That generally works..." she takes another swing at the statue, aiming for a leg.

Red has posed:
Metal plings off the stone body of the statue, scattering all around from the assault of Darkhawk, some of the daggers even hitting the man tied by the stone rome to the altar. Luckily with the hilt as they rebounced from the stone god. Loosing another dagger, the mouth opened in a silent scream at Raissa, both hands reaching to pick up his victim at the arms, as it passed out, the head hanging as it is pretty much strapped in by the stone hands.

Darkhawk has posed:
With the Darkforce and talons having little effect, Darkhawk decides to follow after another member of Alpha Flight and extends the razor sharp claws from his right hand. He only had them on the one hand, actually, they could be produced from either, but Chris didn't know that, let alone how to get them to emerge from the left.

His didn't make that satisfying snikt sound of the other guy's, but they were no less impressive. He also lacked the century plus of training, so his slashes were far more rudimentary, not putting nearly as much force into them as he could, but he was trying. All through this, he had been uncharacteristically quiet. It was kind of scary to see him work like that.

Raissa Basarab has posed:
Raissa gives a bit of a frown when the victim is picked up. She looks to the room and then back to the statue and victim. What to do. She lets Darkhawk work on the front and the woman makes a quick dive and roll, seeing if she can get behind the statue and see if there's anything weak looking on it's backside. She doubts it, but she tries.

Red has posed:
The aztec god-statue is just as rock from the backside as it is from the front, the stone seemingly impervious to steel. Yet the unaimed slash of the Darkhawk leaves a slash in the dark stone, the figure's eternal grinning face altering to show something akin to disgust or shock. And starts to pull as a direct reacton, straining the body of his victim slowly.

Darkhawk has posed:
"Ah, you don't like that, huh. Yo, you with the sword. Think it's sharp enough to cut her up?" And while he hopes Raissa will cut an arm, leg, neck, or whatever, he goes to work with his claws, trying to slash, throwing in a powerful elbow, as he simultaneously tries to free the victim.

Raissa Basarab has posed:
Rai gives a look to the stone of the back, "Don't let me down baby." she mutters to her sword. "Yo, Hawk dude, I can try it!" she calls back to him. She hops up on the altar and jumps off, her sword poised above her head before she brings it down hard on the joint of the shoulder on one of the arms, "Come on, give us a break." she whispers.

Red has posed:
The stone god fights back, somewhat hampered by the attempt to keep his sacrifice held tight while Rai works her best on dulling her blade while the gauntlet of the Darkhawk slowly inches and chips away on the colossus with each hit he lands. At some point, the right hand shatters, the left following, the chosen one falling to the floor while the fight continues. Rei doesn't provide more than a nuisance, but without the victim to worry about, Darkhaw can work more, cutting off larger chunks, until all that remains is a pile of gravel glowing slightly blueish.

Darkhawk has posed:
"Well, not really how I expected it to end," but Darkhawk decides to start trying to separate the still glowing bluish remains into at least five different piles, just in case it can reform and merge back into whatever it was, "but we should probably get this stuff separated into containers and analysed by Alpha Flight." He immediately signaled for help, now that he could. It had been one crisis after another that he never really had a chance earlier. "And medical attention to anyone needing it." Then, he turned to Rai, offering a retracted gauntleted hand, "thanks for the help. Name's Darkhawk."

Raissa Basarab has posed:
Raissa was about to jump back off the altar, but, she doesn't need to. Instead she watches the thing crumble and she looks to her sword before she resheated it down that hidden sheath that's in her jacket. You never knew when someone would want to cut your head off. She takes Darkhawk's hand and gives it a firm shake, "Nice to meet you, Darkhawn, I'm Raissa Basarab." she states. "And no problem, here to help." she smiles.