3933/Spatula City BLOODBATH

Spatula City BLOODBATH
Date of Scene:	21 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Raven, Starr, and Julian face off against the evils of a derranged cult!
Cast of Characters:	Magneto, Redstar, Raven, Hellion

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Magneto has posed:
     It's a dark night in Breakstone, the moon hides fully behind a thick cloud cover blotting out the light and leaving the world stranded in darkness. Long past is the time for reasonable citizenry to be out and about, taken its place a time of darkness and silence.

     At this time of night one would expect the entirety of the parking lot of spatula city to be barren. Few lights remain in the parking lot in their attempts to fight off the pitch black that threatens to engulf the world. The ones that do remain stalwart in their fight are on their last legs flickering as they're overpowered by the all encompassing darkness strobing away helpless against the oncoming tide.

     In the pitch black of the night figured emerge from the darkened store dressed in long flowing purple robes that cover every inch of their skin, with thick hoods allowing only small eye holes for the wearers to see. Cars begin to pull up from all around some taking the back roads others merely driving over the curb. They drive through the darkness lighting the road ahead of them as they come to a stop forming a large circle in the center of the parking lot.

     More robed figures begin to step fourth from their cars, none of them showing any visibly identifying features. Cars are shut off as they make their way to the center of the circle greeting one another with warm voices and open arms. There's a large group of them here each one with the same symbol on their forehead a set of three sixes formed into a circle.

     From the back of an old Cadillac El Dorado a figure is pulled with their hands behind their back tied in place a burlap sack over their head. They struggle in the arms of their captor as they're removed from the trunk. From the sounds they make there's no doubt they've been gagged.

     One of the robbed figures, who'd come from within spatula city sets down a small box on the parking lot asphalt. They hop up onto the box and hold out their arms for everyone to be quiet. "Hi-de-ho everybody!" Spoken in a very friendly and compassionate voice unbecoming the menacing robes. "I'm so glad each and every last one of you could make it out here tonight." He motions to the crowd. "I know how hard it is to find time in our busy schedules for a bit of quality group time." He laughs under his breath.

     One voice calls out from the crowd. "Hey, anyone else having trouble seeing out these things?" The voice belongs to a woman. "Can we hold on a minute I'm messing with the eye-holes on mine." A second voice calls out from a figure hunched over holding onto the hood. He tears at it for a few moments before letting out a disgruntled. "Oh. Oh crap." A pause. "I think I made it worse." Taking off the hood to reveal a blonde haired blue eyed man in his 30's.

     One of the other robed figures leans in close taking a look and trying to help her fellow cultist, her voice reminiscent of a fairly popular pop artist who'd been topping the charts for some time. "I think you made it worse dude."

     Another voice calls out from the crowd. "Who made this shit?" Confused and angry as they take off their own hood trying to pull the eyeholes bigger.

     "Patricia's wife." Comes another voice from the crowd.

     "Next time why don't you make your own damn costumes?" A womans voice calls out bitter and angry, her posture showing off the fact that she's far from happy.

     The man on the podium calls back. "Now, Now, Look. Nobody's saying they don't appreciate what Jenny did." Trying to get back control of the situation. "We're all friends here." While he speaks a small subset of the group go about crafting a pentagram on the ground out of what looks to be blood.

     "Well, if all I had to do was cut a hole in a bag, I coulda cut it better than this!" Another disgruntled voice calls out over the crowd a loud murmuring sweeping across the gathering.

Magneto has posed:
     Someone calls up to the 'stage' towards one of the other men flanking the friendly fellow on the box who'd also come out of Spatula City. "What about you, Robert? Can you see?"

     "Not too good. I mean, if I don't move my head I can see you pretty good, more or less. But when I start trying to walk, the bag's moving all over, and I - I'm walking blind." He pauses for a moment before adding. "I almost tripped on the way over."

     "Shit. I just made mine worse. Anybody bring any extra hoods?" The blonde haired man from before calls out, shoving the hood back over his head. Shortly after another voice calls back, Patricia. "No! Nobody brought any extra hoods!"

     The circle is painted out, and candles placed at the corners of the symbol made in blood. The man on the box waves his hands to try and get people on track. "Alright, alright people focus on the task at hand." He holds his arms out to either side as if looking to god himself. "This is a glorious moment, the night we will be united with our one, true god!"

Redstar has posed:
A sirens call. Something that Vicky could not even hope to stand against. Rarely has either ever forced an exchange midair, but that is what happens. One minute Vicky is flying back from visiting Kitora and the next Starr is circling high overhead in the dark. The demon narrows her eyes at the worshippers.

A decision is made. Careful aim is taken and she shifts her flight to right over the pentagram. Then folds her wings and lets herself drop. When she hits the ground at the center of the pentagram she barely even flinches. The wings snap closed and she turns slowly to eyes the cultists.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," Starr purrs as her all-black eyes bore into the leader of the small group. "What have you brought for me?" The daughter of Sataanish asks as her attention focuses on the bound and bagged vistic. "A present?" Sharp teeth are bared in a grin with no humor or joy

Raven has posed:
    Across the sky streaks a shape blacker than the night sky- that seems to suck the light from around it. In the shape of a raven, it is so high up that it is almost impossible to notice. It is only for a few moments so difficult to notice, before it swoops down, the horrible shape so massive that it defies reasoning and logic that a bird could be as large as it is. However... As it lands, Raven herself emerges from the shadow of her soul-self, floating in mid air.

    Her hands are in her pockets, and her hood is lifted, even though the dark of the night should give her all the shade she needs. Eyes alight in the night with their purple glow, and brow raised, she speaks up.

    "In a Spatula City? Really?"

Hellion has posed:
     Due to the heat dying down around Hellion and the assassination attempt, he has been able to be more in the open as of late. When he is able to wander about, he likes to fly. Of course, seeing a pentagram and candles on the ground are a very strange sight, so Hellion should check it out.

  A moment later, Hellion floats down, arms crossed in front of him as he looks at the strangers. "Hey, weirdos. This must be the weirdest tailgate I've ever seen. Football's over, haven't you heard?"

Magneto has posed:
     There's a raucous cheer from the large crowd as Starr descends into their midst. Some people near the back of the group jump up and down others near the front bow before what they're convinced must be their god made flesh. A small round of applause passes through their midst. It's a bizarre sight.

     And then Raven descends, causing some of the noise to die down, and then another figure, hellion. It's becoming quickly clear that there are a number of party crashers who've decided to find themselves in attendance.

     Robert calls out "What happened, I can't see through this hood." Sounding lost in the whole thing as he lifts up his hood partially to try and get a better look in the darkness of what's going on. "Did we summon a demon?"

     Another voice, Patricia shouts out from the crowd a quick explanation to Rachel. "We would have gone to Walmart but last time they kicked us out." Her hands cupped around her mouth to amplify her words up to the flying figure. A third voice adds. "Said we were disturbing the peace." Then comes a fourth. "We were really lucky Kenneth knows the manager here, worked the whole thing out in advance."

Redstar has posed:
Starr's face becomes less of a grin and more of a sneer. The words of the followers of her father causing her to quickly lose interest. Pretenders these and likely with no real magic in the bunch. A pity. She opens her mouth to speak when Raven makes her presence known. The red head whips around and her eyes narrow slightly.

"Ah. You again," She says and then pauses. "I suppose I should be gracious for your assistance," And ever so slightly that horned head inclines. As much as can be expected from a demon who thinks herself a princess. Of course she is technically right, but she's standing before an empress and doesn't realize it. Yet.

Then her attention returns to the cultists and she sneers. "You all are a waste. You should be glad I don't make your blood boil..." The threat is said with a growl, her clawed hands clenching as she grits her teeth. The urge to leap into their midst, to feel their blood, is strong. She can be seen twitching, itching for a reason.

Oh and Hellion? He gets a glance and is dismissed. He is no demon nor pest posing as worshipper. He can wait on her, or he can fly off. But she knows he is there, ready to spike a fever of 110 if he should try something she doesn't like.

Raven has posed:
    "That isn't... That isn't even remotely better." she states, her low and otherworldly voice ringing out among the din of the crowd. She is flowing slowly forward, and down, until she reaches the ground.

    There is a roll of her eyes- these guys... They're not even -good- cultists. They're just people in hoods. -This- is what shook up the metaphysical tapestry enough to bring her here?

    "You uh... You sure did summon a demon." Her attention then flits to Starr, and that brow-raised gaze lights on the erstwhile princess. Raven is an empath- so it's somewhat hard to hide behind veneers and posturing. She knows how the other demon really perceives her.

    "You, specifically, should be. But you aren't. I don't appreciate the lie, but you can keep it if it makes you feel better." Oh, she's so good at parties, too.

    She notes Hellion- but she's never met him. She's relying on whether or not she can sense hostile intent to judge whether he's friend or foe- being an empath is useful like that.

    "This is admittedly not the weirdest tailgate I've ever been a part of. Thank you, Cyborg and Beast Boy." she mutters that last bit, before she addresses the crowd while still speaking to Hellion. "But it -is- the -dumbest- summoning I've ever seen."

Hellion has posed:
     Hellion maintains his hover, though he does grow a bit miffed at the others ignoring him. His intent is not hostile at the moment, though he definitely considers it after a bit. At least Raven's comment makes him smirk.

  "I haven't been to many summonings, but the bar is definitely set low with these folk." He quips, moving closer to Raven, since she seems to be a friendly.

Magneto has posed:
     There's a dead silence over the crowd for a long moment. They to be perfectly honest had their expectations set very differently. They expected to be lauded for their bringing of a sacrifice, to meet their deity face to face. Not to be threatened ignored, and outright talked down to. The crowd quietly murmers to themselves unsure of what to do or say.

     Finally the man on the box speaks up in a completely different voice. One deep and refined, filled with a calm control over the situation. "To be fair they were able to summon something." A single finger lifted up to his face to slide glasses up the bridge of his nose through his hood. "A fairly powerful one at that." From the back of his robes rip a pair of angelic wings spanning 5 feet each in either direction, rendered pitch black as coals. The shreds of fabric fall down to the ground as he slowly flaps up into the sky.

     Resting his hand on his chin the figure pauses for a moments thought the group of cultists in a stunned silence on the spot at the sight of their leader actually flying on angels wings. "Now, this can go one of two ways really." He pauses. "We can fight, or you can leave and carry on with your nights." There's a longer pause as he leans down a bit placing his hand to the side of his mouth. "Personally my vote goes for fighting."

Redstar has posed:
Starr looks even more annoyed as she turns in the slow way predators stalking prey might. Her own wings flare out in response to the newly emerged demon. With no care to her mighty strength or the cultists they might hit. "Sorry. I don't like sharing. On second thought, not sorry," She says with a snarling smile.

With a mighty sweep of super-strong wings and leap of legs the demoness is airborne. It is quite obvious she is done with the whole monologuing thing. To be fair her wrath had been boiling, waiting for a target. And the envy in her also roared it's fair share, building the heat.

Suddenly filled 200' in every direction. The hottest temperature ever recorded on earth follows her, but leaves the air warm behind her. The cold winter air reacts to make things grow hazy. An unexpected but very useful side effect. Starr angles in on the new arrival, ready to claw and beat him with hands suddenly encompassed by orbs of heat that is hotter than lava. "THIS PLACE IS MINE!"

Raven has posed:
    Raven is a little bit more focused. Her attention is drawn to the man on the podium not when he speaks, but exactly at the moment that his mentality changes. She'd felt it- the presence of something quite powerful- but oftentimes the nature of the ritual is power enough without a demon actually making itself know.

    Then, a demon makes itself known, and before Raven can prepare a witty retort, Starr is ready to kill... Well, everybody. Raven's reaction is swift- her soul-self surges forward from her, seeking out the entirety of the crowd. Whereas Starr is going forward, Raven is temporarily retreating, drawing the whole of the cult into the self if she can, before pulling out of the radius.

    As soon as she's a good few hundred feet away, Raven will unleash all of the people she managed to get, and instill in them the proper amount of fear if it isn't present already.

    "Run."

Hellion has posed:
     Julian is a young man of many beliefs, though demons and the like are not one of them. Once the demons start fighting though, Hellion is readying himself for a fight. He reaches his hands out to nearby automobiles, planning on using them as projectiles against the demon the cult has seemingly summoned.

Magneto has posed:
     For a moment there's absolute panic as everything happens so fast. Rachel swoops in to the rescue saving the robed figures within her soul self. Once she's out of range the group goes running in every direction in a complete panic trying to get as far away as possible. Hoods are thrown away left right and center so they can actually see enough to get away and it seems for the moment the cult has been completely broken.

     The angelic figure hovers in place in the air, waiting for Starr to come closer, as her heat reaches him it burns away the fabric a brilliant light brighter then the sun filling the air as his true form is revealed, too majestic for words to ever truly describe. To many he's the most beautiful creature that has ever had eyes lain upon it, almost beyond mortal understanding.

     "Gaze upon me and weep mortals, for the hour of your reckoning is at hand." Calls the figure in a calm voice arms outstretched to either side as it fires a sudden beam of concentrated energy directly at Starr, with a great deal of force. "Death has come for you."

Redstar has posed:
Starr screams in rage as much as in pain and surprise. Dropping like she did early down to the ground below, landing on a knee. Wounds warp and begin to close. She snarls at the demon, given over completely to her rage. Yet there is still a cold calculation behind those eyes. One that has been studying with the god of war, Ares.

~Aim for his legs, throw him to the ground. We're strong,~ The cold voice prompts the writhing demon, causing some sense to return.

~Stronger, my pet.~ Starr replies as lips curl into a sneer. The yellow flames leap and flare from her eyes before she crouches low, waiting and taking aim to launch, hopefully catch a leg or some appendage, throw back to the ground with all her ten-ton strength behind it.

Raven has posed:
    Raven evacuates all of the people that she can, and for the moment, is happy with the sincerity in their fear of... Well, being in a cult. That, she considers, is a success. Then, she turns her attention to the demon that had been summoned.

    "Azar." she swears- under her breath. It isn't the name of the demon, of course- but rather a form of curse from back 'home.' Slipping back into her soul self and flying towards the engagement. She stops at Julian first, because Starr is already doing what she wants her to, and likely wouldn't listen if she did formulate a plan.

    "She'll need help subduing him. If I'm right, this is a matter of possession. I need you to use everything at your disposal. Do whatever you can."

    She has no idea what sort of powers Julian has- but he was flying before. He clearly can do... Something. In the meantime, she starts looking for openings, falling back and supporting from afar: Specifically to send bolts of shadow in the direction of the 'Angel.' It is a trick, of course- the small bursts of energy are wrapped around a more complicated spell, one to disrupt and, though it is more complicated even than that, exorcise.

Hellion has posed:
     There are times where being rude is appropriate, and times when it isn't. Deciding this isn't one of these times, Julian obliges Raven and hurls the car towards the fallen one, both hands miming the action as the automobile sways above him, before being released in a streak of metallic blue.

Magneto has posed:
     "Every road has its end, and now, it's time for you to meet yours." Hovering in place the angelic figure snaps its attention towards what it currently deems the biggest threat: The bolt of dark energy traveling right towards it. Holding out both of its hands before itself the figure concentrates a beam of energy directly towards the oncoming attack hoping to cancel it out with the force of its own blast.

     In the chaos of the moment there's just enough distraction for it to miss the Lincoln Continental coming right towards its face. The vehicle slams directly into the angel sending it tumbling to the ground and slamming firmly into the asphalt bellow. The paving crinkles and lifts up from the force of the impact as it craters deep into the ground from the impact.

Redstar has posed:
Starr moves fast the moment the fallen angel hits the pavement, lifting the car with only a mild grunt. But she isn't doing it to help. No, she is planning to whale on him with it over and over. A crushing grip punched into the radiator of the vehicle she holds on to the frame. "I. Said. I. Don't. SHARE!" Starr snarls again.

The wounds are still there, slowly closing, and the pain as much as her inner wrath drives her forward. Where the demon his her clothes are burned or singed. Her flesh is more melted than burned, the light having an extremely unpleasant effect. Not that of an angel still with the heavenly host, but it still stung.

Raven has posed:
    Raven's blast is blown from sky, but in the immediate time afterwards, that car slams into the face of the angel. She doesn't provide a great deal of feedback, instead taking that opportunity to start weaving more powerful enchantments.

    The posture is by far different than one that is combative- instead of flying forward, she simply moves from her position and then is floating in midair, legs crossing in a meditative pose. Her voice echoes on itself, reverberating seemingly beneath the hood, even as her chanting causes the wind to kick up around her.

    By now, she is relying on the others to keep the angel distracted- instead of fighting, she instead begins to cast. Her eyes lose their definition, instead adopting a jet black hue all over. Around them, there is a white corona, as if her eyes have become eclipsed suns, shimmering with darkness, and light.

Hellion has posed:
     Hellion's own experience with that trick had been negative. Mainly used as an intimidation tactic rather than an actual battle strategy. But the blue-eyed telekinetic isn't going to look the gift horse in the mouth.

  Instead, Hellion lands on the ground, green aura emitting from his hands as he attempts to grab ahold of the demon, and if able to, he will smash the body into the ground repeatedly. All quite calm, and collected, this was not a battle he had much feelings involved in.

Magneto has posed:
     First come the repeated slams of the car, then the grab by helion before the creature is taken and slammed repeatedly into the ground. It all seems to be going so well with little resistance given from the angel. Right up to the moment at the apex of a swing the angel no longer hits the ground instead floating right in place with the aid of his wings.

     "Are we done?" He asks in a calm voice rising up off the ground with Julian still held on. He only moves a few feet off the ground before slamming his full weight into Julian and into the ground beneath him with a great deal of speed. There's another blinding flash of unnatural, almost heavenly light that blares out from the figure, as he laughs from the pit of his stomach. "My turn!" A sudden flurry of blows aimed directly at the two with the force of ten thousand men.

     The flurry of blows proves so severe that it sends Starr flying far off into the distance, little more then a twinkle on the horizon following the bevy of attacks.

Hellion has posed:
     It's been a long while since Julian has been beaten so badly, the force of the demon makes him spit blood, while only being able to soften the physical blow only enough to make it not a deadly one.

  "Holy shit." He comments, gathering himself only long enough to stumble to all fours, just to fall back to his chest again. He attempts to buffer some more with a telekinetic field around himself, not much else he can do for the moment.

Raven has posed:
    Unlike the fight raging on, Raven is the very picture of absolute serenity. Seated on nothingness, and seemingly muttering the same three words again and again, the only change that ever occurs in her is the position and nature of her hands. From her knees- the stereotypical shape, index touched to thumb- to her lap, where her knuckles are placed together.

    She has been unblinking for a time too long to be coincidence, as if in a trance, and in the meantime, the distraction is a seeming success, as far as she is able to tell. Her shadow extends, filling the cracks in the pavement and overtaking the surface of the entire lot.

    It is inky and horrid, so dark that light cannot hope to abate it, yet difficult to notice. After all, it's already night- and you'd have to be watching for a shift in the ground.

Magneto has posed:
     The blows bound off the shield now burrowing the young mutant further and further into the ground. "You know the funny part is...." As he continues the barrage. "You haven't even seen one tenth of my true power!" He cackles out in laughter the forcefeild holding barely for the time being, but for how long. "How would you like to be my new plaything... Mortal?" His angelic features as he lays the smackdown appear to grow a slight demonic tinge to the unfathomable beauty of whatever this THING is. "A slave to one of Lucifers finest in the deepest pits of hell."

Hellion has posed:
     Luckily, the forcefield around Julian holds up, but it's taking all he can to keep it together, in fact, his nose bleeds from a mixture of the attacks and the toll the attack is taking on his mind. He's out of practice, he can almost hear Emma scolding him in his mind. No energy for fancy quips, just keep up the forcefield, or else it's over.

Raven has posed:
    Raven's eyes flare- the coronas lining the pools of pure ebony seem to glow brighter for a spare moment as everything finishes up- not necessarily a moment too soon, as any longer of a cast time and Julian might not be making it through this- at least not in one piece.

    "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." She doesn't necessarily make much noise out of any of it- but the last syllable of the third word is emphasized heavily. The darkness that had overtaken the whole of the asphalt lurches up as if animate, partially translucent and horrifying in the way it undulates, bearing the same white corona as her eyes do.

    They lurch for the monologuing demon, spearing him like a caught fish but producing no blood or gore. Instead, the damage is... Ethereal in nature, and all at once, Raven is approaching the man, now back on her feet. Sprouting this hooks from themselves, the 'tentacles' seem to pull back.

    As they do, two bodies separate from one- the first, the victim, falling forward to the ground. The second, attached to the tendrils by hook and impalement, the spirit that had done the possessing, in all his demonic glory.

    "I couldn't really risk doing this before. Possessions are... Problematic. Ending it early or improperly can be disastrous." she states, walking past, and towards the podium. "It is time to send you back where you belong."

    With that, she just starts running her boot through the pentagram that the cultists had drawn. As if it would be that easy.

Magneto has posed:
     The creature lifts its fists up high for one last moment, its glowing white eyes locked on the downed mutant as a smile crosses from one ear to the other. In its hands held high above its head a bright shining white light begins to form growing brighter and brighter and brighter still. "Last chance Mortal: join me as a slave, or die as a dog." The energy continues to grow causing the very earth to shake from the sheer magnitude of the power being collected. There's no chance of survival from this strike, no happy ending n-

     And then he's stabbed by the tendril. He'd been so focused on his potential prize he'd forgotten the daughter of Trigon completely. She was a non issue, another worm on this pathetic little dirtball covered in Monkeys. "You mortal bit-" Is all he manages to utter, not in anger or in hatred but more in a sense of 'really, we're doing this?', before he's ripped clean from the possessed body.

     The Body he'd been possessing appears to be a man in his late forties with dark brown hair and glasses wearing a green turtleneck and brown pants. He looks more like a pastor of a local church then any sort of evil cult leader. The split demon remains ever the appearance of unfathomable beauty even as it looks down towards the tendril sticking out from itself.

     "You know for The Daughter of Trigon, I thought you'd be less of a" But alas the world will never know the last words the angel spoke, for in that moment it disintegrated before their very eyes fading from this reality and returning back to the one from whence it came. All that's left to show he was ever here is a man laying curled up in a ball on the ground, and a massive hole about 100 foot down with a mutant at the bottom of it.