2002/The Devil's in the Details

The Devil's in the Details
Date of Scene:	15 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Molly Millions, Azazel

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Molly Millions has posed:
It has been a long and difficult week. Molly could be in Genosha. She could be in California. Hell she's bounced around more in the last three days than the three weeks beforehand. Restless and bitchy, with copious amounts of alcohol to boot because that's always so great for one's mental and physical health. Right this second, she's on top of an old telecommunications call center in Queens. Building's supposed to be abandoned. Supposed to be. But the way she's stretched out on the top of it in a hammock with a bottle of vodka in one hand and her attention turned inwards, you'd think she owned the place. Or is at least good enough buddies with the owner to count herself an all-access guest. Thanks to the weather she's at least giving a nod in the direction of the New York summer inas much as she's wearing shorts and is barefoot with her singlet, rather than her slightly more defensive pants. But there's still a pistol within easy reach. Because, well, enemies have no respect for relaxation.

Azazel has posed:
"Now don't we look comfortable," comes the purring, smug tone of one Felix Beliar. His arrival was only briefly forewarned by the soft *bamf* and sudden and quickly dispersed scent of sulfer and brimstone. Today he's chosen to not even bother with his human guise, electing to arrive in full, red-skinned, prehensile tailed, long eared form. As before, though, he wears a suit -- but this one doesn't look like anything fashioned for the use of your average business associate. It's bespoke, that much is obvious, and slate grey with a black, pinstripe vest and a blood red tie, but it all seems to be made of some material that doesn't look like anything naturally present on Earth. His cufflinks are a pair of leering, silver skulls, and his tail even has a collection of ornate, occult-looking silver and onyx rings.

He stands on the pipes that Molly's hammock is connected to, perfectly balanced on the narrow surface, even in the dark leather loafers he wears. He looks down on her from above, his smile revealing his perfectly white, slightly sharp teeth. "Enjoying a well deserved vacation, are we?"

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly doesn't startle, she reaches for the gun... or well, gun-like projectile weapon, because that pepperbox muzzle doesn't look like anything designed for bullets, aiming before her brain really has a moment to worry about 'who' or 'why'. And then there's a voice she recognizes, but a face she doesn't, so the business end stays trained on him suspiciously for a few longer moments before she mutters,"Bloody portallers." and sets it aside again with a hmpf,"Yes. Actually. I was. Me and my best friend Stolichnaya." she grunts sourly before sighing,"You've got a job for me, don't you?"

Azazel has posed:
Molly's reaction earns a soft chuckle of amusement from the ancient mutant. He doesn't move or even really acknowledge her oddly-shaped gun as she slowly comes to recognize his voice, if not his form. "Not quite," he answers, taking a casual step off his perch into mid-air. His tail leisurely loops around the pipe and slows his descent into a grace fall which ends without a sound when his feet touch the roof. "I simply wanted to check in and see how my favorite hired gun was faring after acting on that little bit of information I came across."

Molly Millions has posed:
Creeepy. Not that Molly's not good about keeping her poker face, but behind those lenses there's just a little shudder about just the kind of strength and body control necessary for that kind of descent, using a freaknig /tail/ no less,"It was good information. Killed a bunch of people. It was a good day." so good, in fact, she needs another drink, and there's really no way of disguising the terseness of her tone. Yep. Was an excellent day. She didn't just almost die and manage to piss off a friend. Noooo, not at all.

Azazel has posed:
"Well of course it was good information," 'Felix' replies with a note of continued smug amusement as he slowly begins to circle the hammock, his tail swaying leisurely behind him as he walks. "All of my information is good. Shall I prove it?" His smile turns fractionally more intense as he passes by the far end of the hammock and starts to loop back around the other side. "For instance, I've heard from a very chatty little birdy that a certain angry, silver-lensed cyborg had some divine help in clearing out that facility."

Molly Millions has posed:
Ooooh, a pin drop could be heard for the way Molly pauses at that,"Your little birdy needs to shut their beak before I cram it down their throat." she growls, twisting to let herself flop out of the hammock and grabbing the gun to shove down the back of her shorts as she prowls off across the roof irritably.

Azazel has posed:
*Bamf!*

"I do apologize if I've upset you," comes that same smug voice from the other side of some piping and machinery as Molly passes by. Felix smiles in a way that suggests he doesn't really care if he has as he emerges and falls into her wake, his hands behind his back as his tail twitches with mirrored amusement. "Considering I gave you the information that sent you there, I wanted to make sure you'd make it out in one piece. Call it... looking after my investments. Color me surprised to see the great and powerful Ares come to the rescue like a puppy on a leash. I would have lost quite a bit of money if someone asked me to make a bet on the chances of that little twist, let me tell you." A quick skipping step puts him beside her, his smile fading to be replaced by the least sincere sympathetic frown that ever graced a person's lips. "And then the argument? I felt for you, I really did... Not that it was all that surprising, really..."

Molly Millions has posed:
And no doubt he can see the way her irritation ramps up, between the bamfing and being followed as she prowls to the edge of the roof and stares out towards the other buildings with her arms folded before her, scowling distinctly. She manages to hold her tongue, gritting her teeth until he brings up argument, and then she pivots towards him, blades sliding free from one hand as she tries to grab him with the other. Oh he definitely found a nerve there, not that... really, she has a hope in hell of doing him any actual damage, but it doesn't exactly occur to her right in that moment as she reacts, the bottle of vodka abandoned to fall towards the ground as unimportant in that sudden urge to just stab him for the invasion of her privacy.

Azazel has posed:
*Bamf!*

Again, Felix is gone and Molly's hand passes through a quickly dispersing cloud of black smoke even as a second *bamf* follows from just behind. His tail suddenly appears, attempting to loop snugly around her neck and keep her still while his red hands with his sharp, black nails follow, reaching for her arms to do the same.

"Calm down, girl. It's not my fault you had it out with a god of war right there in the open, is it? If you wish to keep secrets, you should do better at concealing them." His tone is far from apologetic as he positively purrs his reproach into her ear, "Besides, what did you expect? Keeping a friend like Ares, I mean honestly. It's like you were asking for trouble."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly's fast, but not that fast. And god doesn't that annoy her. She's at least still thinking enough that she doesn't tempt finding out just how easily she'd be strangled right this second now,"In the open?" she can't help but snort with difficulty for that tail, fingers coming up to try and wedge themselves between her throat and that limb,"My personal life is none of your business." she growls, not about to let a little thing like potential death stop her from grumping,"What do you /want/ Felix?"

Azazel has posed:
"For me? Yes. Out in the open," Felix replies, his tail loosening around her neck as she struggles to give herself a bit of literal breathing room. "See, now that's where you're wrong. I'm putting quite a bit of effort into making sure you remain a valuable asset, and your propensity for befriending volatile, powerful, and ancient beings is liable to undo all that." He gives her a sudden shove, pushing her away from him at the same time he releases his hold on her, his smile still in place as he regards her from a bit of a distance. "I'm here to warn you. Stay away from anything that calls itself a god. I held my tongue before, but now you're starting to see the dark side of that level of arrogance. You're useful, but only while you're alive."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly whirls with aggravation, for all that she's smart enough not to just leap at him a second time it doesn't take seeing her eyes to judge from her posture that she'd cheerfully stab him repeatedly right about now,"You don't own me, Felix. We're not friends, hell, you don't even pay me regularly, so you can fuck off if you think you get any kind of say in what I do when you're not directly paying me to perform a task. In fact, that you think you even have that kind of right... how about you fuck off right now?" because she's just so great at holding her tongue when she's had a few and less concerned than she ought to be about things that are undeniably more powerful than her.

Azazel has posed:
Felix, however, just laughs at Molly's outburst. "I'll leave, don't you worry. I have other business to attend to, but I suggest you take my warning to heart. It's not an order, nor a command. A simple suggestion. These beings that prance around, calling themselves gods... You really think you can befriend them? Think you can have a normal... anything with them? Cut ties, Molly. They destroy everything they come in contact with, and have ever since they first step foot on Earth." He then throws up his hands in surrender and takes another step back, coming very close to the edge of the roof. "But you're right. We're not friends. That's why I can tell it to you straight, without any emotion or bias. I'm looking out for my investment, after all."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Yeh well, newsflash, you fall into that category as far as I'm concerned." Molly elects to snarl at him,"Fucking immortals." because she's just in such a /fine/ mood right now, turning to stomp off inside grumpily.