1723/The Angel of Hell's Kitchen

The Angel of Hell's Kitchen
Date of Scene:	29 July 2017
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Angela runs into an old enemy while walking around... and Juggernaut too!
Cast of Characters:	Ahadiel, Juggernaut, Azazel

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Ahadiel has posed:
It's been a fairly long day, by mortal standards at least, and Angela Davis is just walking home. Minding her own business, holding a paper bag of groceries in one arm as she goes down the street towards her loft. Most mortals, regardless of gender, walk quickly or nervously through the neighborhood that is Hell's Kitchen. But not her. Which is a bit unusual, her steps bringing her close to the home she's chosen in this city. Casually she glances back and forth, looking to mundane eyes like any one of the millions inhabiting the City.

Juggernaut has posed:
    A group of teenagers about to enter a corner liquor store find their pasageway blocked as the doors to the store slide open and reveal an absolutely gargantuan figure literally completely filling up the entry. Doing so, so much so via the gargantuan proportions, that the double doors do not open wide enough, basically causing the entry way to be momentarily stuffed with a gigantic broad stomach and an enormous chest that casts the startled youths in shadow before they stagger backwards. The stretched out visage of Godzilla looming over Mount Fuji leering at them as the image on teh strained tee shirt worn by the behemoth.

Eventually the hulkish figure ducks low, and literally squeezes his astronomical figure through the doors with the ground itself lurching from his steps. Eventually he arrives in full and straightens up to his full height, holding a bag of chips and ice blue eyes hidden from sight behind shades. A wide berth is made for the gargantua as he begins to step onto the sidewalks. In short - Miss Davis is not the only person that the dangers of Hell's Kitchen hold no fear or sway over. Cain Marko, for all he cares, is taking a walk in the park as opposed to one of the most dangerous parts of the city and he blissfully chomps on one potate chip at a time as he makes his way down teh sidewalk, towards Angela's direction.

Azazel has posed:
"Lovely day for a walk."

The voice comes from just behind Angela nearly at the same moment she'd sense an overwhelming wash of the Brimstone dimension. The speaker, a tallish man (though a mere speck compared to the titan that is Cain Marko) with a dark goatee and suit, his features predatory but apparently human, seems to have come out of nowhere, with nothing but the slightest scent of sulfur and a quiet *pop* and rush of air. "Bit of a dangerous place, though," he murmurs, smiling as he bends to the side a bit to get a better look at the approaching mountainside with vague interest. "You should be careful not to run into anyone... dangerous." He punctuates this statement with a broad grin, revealing teeth that are just a bit too sharp...

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela pauses, sensing that presence behind her, and then she slowly turns and looks at Azazel. Her eyes narrow a bit, as she says, "What do you want?" Unlike most people, she doesn't look intimidated. More just annoyed at a demon's appearance, which is unusual enough. Though she does pass a glance at the incredibly large man approaching both of them before returning her attention to Azazel. "Being able to handle myself hasn't ever been a problem."

Azazel has posed:
"Me?" Azazel asks, almost offended by the tone Angela gives, or at least appearing so, "Why, I want nothing but what is rightfully mine. It's you and /your/ kind that seems so intent on getting in my way." His expression shifts from offence to arrogant indifference as he buffs his nails on his suit, "Honestly. You should learn to mind your own business, you know?" He laughs, then, allowing his human form to fade away, his skin becoming even redder and his eyes turning a deep black -- save for the pupils which go yellow. A tail sprouts from somewhere behind him and pops up over his shoulder to wave lazily in the air while his ears grow pointed. "I'm here because I saw an opportunity and decided to go with it, my dear," he finally answers, at which point the tail lashes out to try and wrap around her wrist or ankle, whichever he can get a hold of.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Even here at his most restrained, Cain Marko has more in common with a wrecking ball or a semi truck then a normal person so it goes without saying that people stare and people get the hell out of the way despite him giving them about as much attention as one might give a few random bugs flitting about. A slight urge to swat if they get annoyingly close but othewise dismissive and in is own little world. A world that is ultimately distracted by the sudden appearence of and sight of Azazel just as the mah adjusts to reveal his true form. The act also draws the titan's attention towards Angela and his lips tighten slightly before opening wide to allow another chip to pop in.

"The hell is this.." he rumbles to himself, "Someone taking the name Hell's Kitchen abit to literally..?"

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela leaps back quickly to avoid the tail, moving far quicker than a person like her should be able to, really. "This world was not meant for you, nor was it meant for me. It's meant for them." She frowns, "I don't know what you're doing here, demon, but I'm going to be generous."

With that, she sets down her grocery bag, then hrms and takes a rather long baguette from said bag. Twirling it, she then faces Azazel, holding it like any other person might hold a rapier. "Leave, now. Or get the thrashing you so richly deserve." Her eyes start to glow with an amber hue, her ruby lips curling into a wry grin.

Azazel has posed:
Azazel's eyebrow raises fractionally as Angela leaps away, his arms crossed casually over her chest until that baguette comes out, and a smile stretches across his lips. Most would likely find the french baked good a poor threat indeed, but the mutant demon knows better. "Now it gets interesting," he practically purrs...

*Bamf!*

In a puff of smoke and sulfur stink, he's gone as quickly as he appeared, and with another *bamf*, he reappears behind Angela, this time wielding a rapier of wicked design with dark, red, glowing sigils on either side of the blade. He doesn't call out or wait for her to turn -- he's already twisting in the air, his blade singing as he reemerges from nowhere, his tail tucked in a loose spiral about his body wielding a dagger of twin design.

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela isn't /that/ familiar with Azazel, but once he starts bamfing, she pays attention to the scent, and the sound in particular. As soon as Azazel pops in behind her, she pivots on her heel, raising her baguette in a parry as the wicked rapier comes crashing down at the bread...

Only to have it be deflected with a sharp *CLANG* as the baguette holds! Then Angela drops back into a defensive stance, twirling the bread around to block the dagger with another clanging noise, as if she had Toledo steel and not the finest French baked goods on this side of the City. She still hasn't assumed anything other than her mortal seeming, though her eyes are definitely amber hued now, "Sure you want to do this with an Avatar of Destruction right behind you, demon?" Her lips smirk, just a touch.

Juggernaut has posed:
    As if on cue, Cain Marko speaks up - his deep bass voice rumbling down the street and rattling windows despite the fact that he's neither raised it nor is speaking with any sort of anger.

"Hey, you idiots. This isnt' a Cirque Du Soleil ring." He's so cultured. "People are walkin' here!"

In truth, he's curious to see where this goes and this is in part intended to goad them on, but the faintest hint of annoyance crosses his tone towards the end of his statement. He tosses his balled up bag of chips over his shoulders and his nostrils then flare as he picks up on Angela's comment. "Hmmm? You're pretty perceptive, little girl. You some sort of magician? Those are usually the only types that get a clue.."

Azazel has posed:
"As usual for one content to serve her lessers," Azazel replies, unsurprised when the baguette deflects his blade. He, like Angela, isn't exactly familiar with her particular brand of Angel-ing, but he knows well enough she wouldn't pull out some bread to defend against him if she didn't have a plan. "You fail to see the bigger picture," he continues, pressing his attack just as fiercly, his sword and dagger working in tandem to turn him into a whirling dervish of metal as he bares down on her. No doubt parried at every turn, he suddenly *bamfs* again and appears above her, his tail swiping out rapidly to throw the dagger at her head. Then -- *bamf* -- he's back behind her yet again, timing his swipe to coincide with the dagger descending from above.

When Cain calls out, he smiles briefly before answering for Angela, "She's no magician, Avatar. She is simply a member of a highly perceptive race of beings. A race of beings that seems absolutely hell-bound," he pauses to appreciate the use of that particular phrase before continuing, "Absolutely hell-bound to inflict their morals and ethics on others. The type of being to pass judgement on others from on high with no sense for hypcrisy or irony. Even now she marshals her arguments to try and charge you with aiding her on pain of damnation."

Ahadiel has posed:
Angela laughs a bit, "Your attacks betray your youth, demon." She parries the blows, then the instant he vanishes again, she does something most wouldn't have the audacity to do. That is, tumble forward quickly to get past the attack from above and behind she knows is coming, before straightening and facing Azazel, "I don't need his help to deal with you. I am one of the Virtues, the Malakim, Vanguard of the Silver City."

As she says that, a bright golden light surrounds her for a moment, and when it fades... she appears slightly taller. And wears black leather battle armor with silver runes gleaming upon it. Oh, and she has a golden halo radiating light from her like a crown. And black feathered wings, currently widespread to give her a better sense of balance. A majestic sight, to be sure...

Though, well, the fact she's still wielding the baguette might diminish the majesty slightly. She doesn't look at Cain, attention focused on Azazel as says, her voice now melodic, almost as if listening to the sweetest music one's ever heard, "Your power is easily sensed to me, Avatar, but contrary to what this fell thing states, I do not demand your aid. Of course, after twelve thousand years I don't turn down unexpected assistance either."

Juggernaut has posed:
BAMF...A familiar sound to Cain. All to familiar.

The sound. The teleporting. The swashbuckling..the tail. The tail. It's clear who this is. Oh yes.

"Ugh..oh I get it.." What little good cheer and will Cain might have had..and believe us it wasn't much..drains away. "What is this, some sort of trick? I can't just hit a few dives, get a few beers, strip clubs, whatever. This is about me breaking Mutant Town isnt' it? What's with the red dye, elf? And where's the hairball? And tin man? You guys always show up in three's. Let's cut the act." He lacs his huge fingers together and stretches. Knuckles pop and crack with the sound like boulders breaking and tree trunks splintering. He starts taking earth shaking steps forward, approaching the brawl. Angela's transformation is noted as well but the brute is less impressed and more..incensed. "Yeah, you're in on this also, aren't you. Never much like hitting girls but doesn't mean I won't.."

Azazel has posed:
Cain's case of mistaken identity catches Azazel off-balance for a moment, as does Angela's claim that his relative 'youth' of a thousand years betrays him. He's quick to recover, however, smiling a roguish grin as he suddenly turns... blue? His accent goes from unplacable to thickly german, and he yells to Angela, "He's onto us, Angel! Take him while I get the fuzzball!"

*Bamf!*

He's gone again, this time taking a position upon the roof of the building across the street, his arms crossed and a smile of pure amusement on his face as he gazes down upon the Juggernaut and the Angel. "Youth," he mutters with disgust, "Honestly."

Ahadiel has posed:
Ahadiel looks rather cross at Azazel, particularly with those parting words as he departs, and she looks over at Cain. Seeing the immediate threat is gone, she lowers her slightly dinged up baguette, and hmms a bit, "When's the last time you had a fresh cooked meal? And I mean, a /really/ good meal?" She stays in angelic form because... well, she's smart enough to know how a fight would end between her and the current Avatar of Cyttorak.

That said, she continues, "My place isn't /too/ far away, and I have a fresh bag of groceries and twelve thousand years of culinary experience. There's no need for /us/ to fight, Avatar."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Uh.." Cain stops his advance and frowns in thought. He knows what he just saw but ..he's also not an idiot. A bit one track minded and jockish but not a complete moron. "Alright, so that couldn't have been the elf. Plus there's now ay they'd leave Angel of -all- people to try and keep me busy..." He sniffs and rubs his nose and then pinches his brow as his eyes squint. "Plus you keep calling me by what I am and they're to stupid for that. Congratulations, you get a pass from me.."

He does consider the offer for food but then shakes his head, "Yeah, no thanks. I don't need the day getting any weirder.."

Ahadiel has posed:
The Angel shimmers again, and she's back to being a rather mild-mannered looking young woman. She then goes back to her bag and tucks the baguette back in, and smiles, "Suit yourself. Thought it might be a nice change for you from dives and strip clubs." She makes a bit of a face, "All fried food right from the freezer, nothing fresh at all." Picking up her bag, she then looks over at Cain Marko, "And despite what the demon said, I've no quarrel with you. You're a necessity, a... force of nature, if you will. Creation needs destruction to clear the way for new growth, after all."

Angela then hmms, "But, well, if you change your mind, I make the meanest chili in Hell's Kitchen, easily. Good evening to you, Avatar." And with that, she starts walking back the way she was going, as if she hadn't been some weird black-winged angelic being fencing against a demon with a baguette.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Ugh.." rumbles Cain, mostly at himself. "It's impossible to lay low in this city." He watches as she moves past him and continues on her way and he stands there for awhile until she's utterly out of sight before he continues moving along his own path, gradually making his way out of the area.