3732/Awakening: A Message

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Awakening: A Message
Date of Scene: 25 January 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Redstar, Shadowlite
Tinyplot: Awakening


Redstar has posed:
It was a simple text. 'My hideout. -S' to Shadowlite's number. It was well into evening now and Central park was cold and dark. The treets were gently swaying. The only people around seemed to be the occasional jogger and the homeless trying to find covered, somewhat warm places to sleep. The overpass pedestrian bridge had a tunnel for a path going the other way. The tunnel was filth and most people avoided the creepy place. But in there, hidden against the walls, was a door. And on the other side an old utility closet. No light shines inside the room, but it is not empty. Starr sits with one knee curled up to her chest simply waiting, her face pensive in the darkness.

The presence that was always there in the back of her mind was so weak now. She didn't know what Satannish, her father, had done to Vicky's soul but it had quieted her. Yet if she listened and it was very quiet, she could still hear her and barely feel her. There was no way Vicky would even be able to take control now...and who knew for how long. Starr scowled in thought as she listened.

~He'll come...~ The weak and whispy voice sounded.

(I hope you're right.) O o Starr thought back. It appeared Vicky could hear -her- just fine at least.

Shadowlite has posed:
He had killed quite a few of their pursuers during the chase. London. Berlin. A few cities in Russia and China. They even spent time in /Sydney/ of all places, before they started to just hop across the pacific and back to the US again.

His only regret was he couldn't do more, and that they just rebuilt those bodies and came after them again.

Shadowlite is a powerful mutant... but everyone gets fatigue. It was only a matter of overwhelming his connection.

Then, when he woke up, she was gone... and apparently had done something about making a deal with an Asgardian or something? Whatever, that was never a good idea, and Shadowlite had no intentions of honoring that. If he was that desperate, he'd just go to one of the idealist teams; they always love to pick a fight with demons... and he had, in fact, been going for the League when they crashed.

Then, his burner phone had a message, and Shadowlite looked at it from his Gotham condo. "Couldn't be a more obvious trap." Shadowlite mused sourly to himself... before he sighed, got on his suit, and started the trek over to New York again.

It takes about five minutes for him to get over to the hideout... before he opens a portal inside. Keeping it open, he instead kicks the door open, a plasma pistol aimed inside. His trenchcoat flutters slightly in the wind as he looks within... the opened portal on the opposite end of the room.

Redstar has posed:
Starr turns at the opening of the portal, raising, a brow as it hands. As the door bursts open her wings come up and around her like a protective barrier. The ambient evening light throws everything into stark shadows as the moon peaks through whispy winter clouds.

"Huh. You actually came," She says in surprise as she sits back, eyeing the pistol thoughtfully for a second or two. Then those flaming black eyes seem to redirect up to Shadowlite and she adds, "It's not a trap." She would have thought it was a trap too and the corners of her lips curls slowly into a smug smile.

In a fast and fluid motion she is on her feet, faster than he had seen her move before for sure, but she kept her distance. There was that gun and while bullets wouldn't hurt her, and magma wouldn't hurt her, she hadn't tested plasma yet. "I know what is going on and I need you to tell Sorcerer Supreme of this. You likely won't be able to find him on your own, so go to the mystic shop I told you about," The one that Kaelyn runs, "She can get a hold of him..." She pauses then to let him speak. Shadowlite may very well be too angry at her to want to do something, after all.

Shadowlite has posed:
There's a sweep of the room from the doorway, before Shadowlite trains the pistol right on Starr with two hands in a practiced professional stance. "I'm not an idiot; you're demonic, and while you've lived among humans your entire life, you don't think on our level. I've always been beneath you, and despite making deals with that twit, she threw herself to the wolves." Shadowlite recounts the events of last week with decent accuracy, "So, the question is; why the fuck do you care enough to inform humans of what's going on?" His tone is much more neutral than usual. Not quite like all the goodwill is gone... but dealing with literal Hell has almost made him lose control. This has not been a fun experience for him. "Is Victoria dead?"

Redstar has posed:
Starr clenches her hands into fists and frowns as she takes a step back at the tone. She decides to answer the most important question first, "No. Very weak though. And that wasn't my fault." The flames flutter around her eyes as she returns to sitting, legs curled about her as she leans against the wall, regarding Shadowlite.

"I may be a demon, and it is true that we think differently, but there has never been something like us before," She grimaces slightly and looks away. "I don't like what Satannish has planned. I've grown fond of New York and I don't want daddy spoiling things. Because they -were- good and I was actually starting to enjoy the trust and co-existence that V and I were trying to do," She says before sighing and looking at her talon-like nails sadly. "Fortunately or unfortunately, I cannot access magic anymore," Why is she sharing that weakness? To gain his trust? Then the gaze returns to him, "Either shoot me, hit me, or listen. What will it be, Michael?" She asks, voice a little sad.

Shadowlite has posed:
"This magic shit is way over my head. Talk to me about Darkforce or mutants, the underworld or mercenary stuff and I'm good, but this? I've got no baseline." Shadowlite grumbles, that pistol still aimed. Then, he brings a finger over to hit a button on his wrist-comp, before he returns to that stance. "You have ten minutes. My goggles are recording."

Redstar has posed:
"Saturday. That is when things are going to happen. I am the anchor. Born to Earth I am a native. Through me a huge gate is going to be opened to Hell, allowing many more demons to flood into New York. Their job is to possess as many people as possible. Why? That I don't know. All those girls are going to be sacrifices to power the gate...and me," Starr says, the frown staying in place.

The demoness looks down then in contemplative silence. "I don't know if you care or if it matter, but I didn't remember anything until last night," She says seeming to make a decision and slowly standing again. Slowly she dusts herself off before stepping towards the door and Shadowlite. "V believes in you, so I guess I should too. I know everything is screwy, but Doctor Strange can stand against my father. And you'll need others to deal with the demons. Times Square is the target, since it is the most densley populated. The ritual site...I will send you an address. If anything happens to it before Saturday, he'll just move us and not tell anyone the location..." She finally sighs looking tired suddenly.

Shadowlite has posed:
Then, the button is pressed again, turning the recording off. "I'll get the message to him. I make no promises on what he'll do." Shadowlite informs her, before he steps into a shadow, and visibly converts into a Darkforce mist and 'disappears' into it.

Redstar has posed:
Starr balls her hands into fists as he turns and leaves abruptly. Then she turns her eyes to the shattered door and makes a face. Picking her way past it she walks out from the cover of the overpass. The moon shines down, pale but gaining strength as it waxes, and her red skin seems ghostly in the light. o O (Well...I guess we leave the fate of New York in the hands of a mercenary.) She thought bitterly to Victoria.

From the depths of her mind she felt Vicky stirring, as if dragging through sleep, and she could hear her a little better when she said, ~He'll do it. If only to yell at me when everything is fixed.~

Starr snorted and smirked, shaking her head. "Let us hope you are right. I do not like my father looming over my shoulder and I really don't have the option to sabotage it myself." Then her wings snap open and she leaps with ease into the sky, flying back into the depths of New York.