10962/The Fire Fumes

The Fire Fumes
Date of Scene:	02 February 2020
Location:	Shaw Studios, Lower East Side
Synopsis:	Pez finally tracks down Wade to ask him about Nick. The office gets set on fire.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Witchblade

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the evening rolls about and the insanity that is other musicians have migrated to the first floor, the former Silver Round Bassist and current founder of Shaw Studios is taking advantage of the quiet upstairs.

The office itself is pretty simple. While the furniture is of good quality, the pieces appear to be chosen based off of need. There is a desk, some chairs, and a rather comfy looking futon set up against the wall. It seems that the session musicians are not the only ones who have crashed in the building overnight. The desk is also pretty sparse. A laptop locked to the desk, a notepad, a pen cup, a newspaper and a single framed photo showing Wade and Nick with two men of similar age smiling with an older looking man backstage somewhere. The members of Silver Round, and a manager.

A blonde man, in his early 30s sporting a square jaw line sits at the desk. His attire is far from formal as he's wearing a pair a of nice jeans and a designer tee. Definitely of higher quality than Nick purchases, but also very much casual. Wade is currently studying the screen on the laptop, frowning slightly.

Witchblade has posed:
The door opens as Pez steps in, looking around. "Okay" she says firmly. Pez steps into the office more and leans on the doorframe and watches Wade, raising an eyebrow as she coughs, waiting for him to look up and notice, looking highly, highly irritated. She's....well.....not a happy camper in the least. Pez is agitated, and that's not the best of things for the Witchblade really.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade's head does not move in the slightest, elbows resting upon the desk with the low arms angled together to easel the chin upon the protruding thrumbs, cupped hands coering the mouth, the uncovered eyes shift up to glance to the Pez and the visibly irritated state she brings in.

A muffled sigh echoes from the hands. "Miss Pezzini." He greets, "If your intention is to start yelling at me for something, please come in and close the door first."

His eyes glance back down to the screen.

Witchblade has posed:
Oh, Sara /does/ close the door and produces her badge. "Detective Pezzini. NYPD" she says and pins her eyes on Wade. "Now. Why are you pushing Nick to reup with that band?" she asks, her voice simmply cold. She shakes her head watching Wade with narrowed eyes. She's not happy as tendrils are creeping over her hands. If the witchblade comes out to play...it will not be a good result

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade moves his chin back, freeing up a hand to reach over to the laptop. Hooking a finger over the top of the monitor, he gently tugs it forward before titling his hand to apply the needed pressure to finish closing it.

"Oh God. Really?" He leans back in his chair, giving an incredulous look directly to Sara's face, "We're Neighbors, Pezzini. What the hell is with the badge and spiel? Five Times Novel is an ESTABLISHED band with a strong following. That's an ideal gig."

Witchblade has posed:
"Because your sound tech is a creepy son of a bitch" Sara adds, tendrilss creeping through the back of her hands, as the tendrils are creeping closer together as the back o fher hands are covered in solid tendrils. They're slowly creeping up her throat and neck, too. Not safe, Wade. Not smart...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade blinks, "My sound tech? What- No. William's not on our payroll. He's completely with Five Times Nov-" He pauses, blinking as he thinks he sees movement where there shouldn't be. He blinks down, to the hand, "HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE F-"

The sound of wheels rolling across the floor as Wade pushes away from Sara fills the room.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara's not got much control over the Witchblade, it's covering her in armor, and Sara's just along for the ride now. She's got a tail made of swords, like the xenomorph as it swishes, slicing into things. "He's a creepy SOB. You think" Sara says fighting the symbiote for control. "They know how creepy he is?"

With that the symbiote wins as a sword is produced and driven into the floor by her feet. Wade's got a good idea, running away. Then again. Given the Witchblade...well....Sara's just watching through her own eyes as the symbiote is stepping toward Wade. Oh this is going to be a fun convo with Nick...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade gets up from his chair, rolling the chair back into the gap under the desk to give him a bit more maneuvering room as his neighbor turns into some armored sword tailed - thing.

Wide eyed he looks as Sara starts destroying stuff in his office. "Do you know how creepy You're being?!" He responds back, taking care to keep the desk between him and the thing that replaced Sara. "Nick gets along with William. He's NEVER complained about him and they've traveled together for months!"

Witchblade has posed:
Quite a few things happen in the space of nought point one seconds. There's flames in the shape of Nick's face. There's sprinklers, and a loud as hell alarm going off. Wet Witchblade is even /less/ happy now and shoots a gout of flame at the sprinklers...and misses. Manages to get the ceiling however, which is a fine idea if the plan is to burn down Wade's office. The flames though aren't actually burning anything, at least not as fast as regular fire. The Witchblade's dampening them down, but she's sustaining them under the sprinklers. Neither she nor Wade really want a wet t-shirt contest right now, and the Witchblade is screeching and throwing blades around the office in a fit that'd make any teenager green with envy and brown their pants before running away and hiding for the forseeable future.

Sara's battling for control. Sara better win this battle. Slowly, slowly she's getting control back, the Witchblade less angry and violent, but....the office isn't in pristine condition any more. That's what happens with an angry Witchblade...not something you ever want within arms' or sword's reach. Or fire's reach.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade's gradual inching to the door pauses as his friend's face appears in the flames. A look of horrific realization forms upon his face, "Oh God. You wrote the letter."

The walkie comes up to the mouth as he presses upon the button, "Not a drill, evacuate now!" His eyes glance to the door, guaging whether he can get past the witchblade to it.

But then again. There's FIRE. Fire is not good. Fire kills too. And he's not really processing the nuances of magic fire. He just doesn't want to get burned.

Witchblade has posed:
The flames die out, the Witchblade having damped them down so they died out. She's furious and not a happy symbiote, watching Wade. A sword goes through the desk again, and the bladed tail swishes at the water that's pouring down. Witchblade plus water equals things get stabbed and broken. Which, yes, is trouble again. At least the fire's out. There's a sword through the window, and a jet of flame fired out of it. Mostly since...the Witchblade is not a happy camper. Nope. Not in the least.

Sara's still fighting for control too, if she can get it back....she'll calm it down...all the while the Witchblade has Sara's back against the door. There's a nice chunk of it missing from the tail's slicing and cuts, too.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Fire out and the exit to the office blocked, Wade lets out a small breath of relief before glancing towards the broken window, wishing his office was ground level right about now. But instead he finds himself moving back to the opposite end of the office from where Sarah is.

The wide eyed studio founder stares at the Witchblade. Hand with the walkie down, finger near the button to speak. But he's grown quiet. Not sure what's going on.

Through the open window, the sound of Larry the guard down below calling out for the other persons evacuating the building to move to an indicated location filters up to their ears.

Perhaps it is the lack of fire now or the moment of quiet bliss but something emboldens Wade as he glares at the Witchblade. "Leave Nick alone."

Witchblade has posed:
Sara's got conntrol back. She comes back to herself and she's staring wide eyed at Wade, hair soaked with sprinkler water, she's cold, shivering, and taking in the chaos. "Wha the...how...what...why...how...what the..." she asks, unable to form complete sentences. Istead she flees out the door down to where Larry happens to be, staring up at the building. She's left Wade an escape route, too. Sara's shaking and looking horrified and..and....oh yeah, dangerous still.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
After Sara comes back to form and runs out. Wade exhales deeply, back smacking the wall before sliding down the surface to a sitting position on the floor. A move, he might regret later with the puddle present.

"Hol- Shaw, are you okay?"

Wade glances to the walkie in hand as the other guard, Gary inquires to his safety. Wade brings the device up, pressing the button. "Just fine. Gary." His tone. Less than fine.

The walkie smacks the floor as Wade leans his head back, looking to the damage in the ceiling.

Just another day in New York.