3971/Log 3971

Log 3971
Date of Scene:	26 February 2018
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Witchfire, Vincent Black

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Witchfire has posed:
It's a brisk afternoon in the big apple. There's been rumors of a demon terrorizing people around Times Square. Bodies have been discovered half melted in alleyways. A few different teams have gotten reports of the bizarre killings, circles left at each scene. There are rumors it's a demon, committing ritual killings at the turn of winter to spring.
    It's in one of these longer alley ways that the sounds of dying are heard. An agonizing screech echoes down the ally way as dark figures struggle. One with flame red hair that stands out in the darkness bathes the other in flames.

Vincent Black has posed:
    The ancient cop has been sent here via orders on his burner phone and with the news of some dangerous stuff going down, the healer seemed to be the optimal choice to send in to scout out the thing that's been going bump in the night.

    Vincent presses his back against the mouth of the alleyway and his hand falls upon his side arm and he draws it out of his holster and chambers a round before he turns and steps into the alley, his eyes looking deep into the shadows. His steps are practiced and silent, his movements are honed by war in triplicate, and his breathing and heartrate are calm, silenced and controlled. Vincent is looking for the source of the screams and the rumors. Vincent walks upon the fight and his voice is raspy, deep and authroitative, "Freeze!"

Witchfire has posed:
Looking over her shoulder, Ana seems surprised. Her white eyes catch in the light with their own faint glow and it's enough of an opening for whatever she fights to throw her back. She rolls down the alley with a scream of her own as sizzling is heard. "Shot damn you!" She yells, still low to the ground. The demon smells human flesh however and comes over. At first it appears to be a wretched woman, sobbing and pointing at Ana. As the dim light catches the rest of her body-which she hides in shadow it's clear she's centipede form the waist down. Ana throws off her coat, which sizzles with acid and she hisses in a demonic sounding language at the creature.

Vincent Black has posed:
    "Shot?!" Vincent asks surprised as he steps closer to the red headed woman and frowns as he does his best to get between Ana and the half centipede creature.

    "Stand down!" Vincent demands of the creepy centaur but he's not quite sure it's a demon, as he's met several mutants with even worse mutations. "If you approach me or the woman, I will put you down." The salt and pepper haired man says.

Witchfire has posed:
Once he's closer, Ana's own nature is visible. Small horns peek from her hair and her eyes are entirely white, devoid of color. She pushes back to her hands as the demon spits acid at them both and shoves Vincent away before drawing a wand and slinging another wave of fire at the she-demon. "She wants to eat you, dummy! A bullet will work as good as anything, shoot!" She orders, keeping her wand at the ready.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent is pushed onto the ground of the grungy alley and with a few drops of acid land on one of his calves. The former cop cringes in pain as the acid starts to eat through his jeans and starts to bubble at the back of his leg. The cop doesn't do more than grit his teeth and levels up his weapon aimed at the beast-woman's face and shoots a round towards her head and lowers his aim six inches and fires two more rounds into the creature's chest! "Yes boss!" He says stoically sarcastic towards the woman he instantly thinks of as a mutant due to him being one, that tends to color your perspective.

Witchfire has posed:
The she-demon shrieks and starts to scuttle back towards the circle. Ana swears, seeing it. "Oh no you don't." She mutters and sweeps her wand about before shooting a ring of flames around the circle, burning up the components. The demon screeches again as it's power source is consumed with hell fire. "Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!" Witchfire says as the creature rears about to charge them both surprisingly fast.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent's eyes the fire errupting out from above and behind him, as Ana is still on her feet, and the cop is chest down on the alley. "Woah!" Vincent says as he lowers his head and raises his hands to protect the back of his head from any stray flames.

    As the demon rushes them, Vince rolls onto his back towards the middle of the alley and readys his weapon again on the target and begins to empty his fire arm into the target. As the creature gets closer he'll kick up his legs, to stand up on his shoulders like a yoga pose, but he's doing it to get inbetween the creature and Ana, the woman is obviously innocent in this, or so he thinks and will protect her with his body any way he can.

Witchfire has posed:
Watching the creature slow as it bleeds, Ana intensifies the flames on the magic circle, burning it away. "No gate..." She grunts "No...power!" The flames are white-hot, melting the cement a little. There's an anguished scream again as the circle burns up and the flames die. The demon comes so close to Vince, it's jaw unhinging and mandrils coming out to consume him before falling dead from his many bullets. Ana slumps back against an alley wall, breathing out.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent's feet fall down as the creature doesn't hit him but lands inches from his face that's still on the ground. Vincent's legs and back clap on the cement ground as he lowers himself back down and he takes in a couple of deep breaths as his leg continues to heal the acid splash he received earlier. Looking up past the towering buildings surrounding and to the sky above Vincent asks softly towards Ana, "You okay?" The older cop asks as he winces and slowly rolls until he is sitting down and looking over at Ana, "Want to explain any of that. If you can?"

Witchfire has posed:
"Devourer. Looks like a sad woman, that's the lure. The rest of the demon, make an acid that dissolves people for digestion. Someone's summoning them here-erase the circle and they lose power." She gestures to the melted pavement and back to the dead, melting demon. "Nasty bit of work...hows the leg?" Her own torso is healing visibly, the skin under the corroded away parts of her shirt mending slowly.

Vincent Black has posed:
    "Observant." Vincent compliments as he slips his gun back into his shoulder holster and then puts his palms on the ground to push himself up and with a glance down he examines his own leg with a cursory glance and frowns at himself. Seems the girl will learn about his secret in a matter of seconds of meeting him.

    "I'll be fine." He says, trying to act tough just to throw her off the sent of him being a mutant and more being a macho guy. Vincent steps towards Ana and stands over her, "Need any help?" Something he usually doesn't ask anyone.

Witchfire has posed:
Looking up, Ana pushes her hair back and shakes her head lightly. "It was only one, you should see a pack hunt." The bravado putting a wicked smirk on her face. "I should clean the acid off. You ought to too-for that matter. That stuff doesn't quit." She notes and eyes her jacket. "What a pity. Riffling through the pockets she grabs a second and third wand, and some other odds and arcane ends. Shucking it away she looks back to Vincent. "Going to step back so I can get up, or is this the New Yorker's bird eye view?" She wonders.

Vincent Black has posed:
    Vincent smirks and simply shrugs his shoulders as he extends his hand down towards Ana and a brief smirk appears across his stoic face. "I was goign to offer to help you up, but I'm not sure if you need any help." Vince says as he waits to see how she'll respond to the offered hand.

Witchfire has posed:
Taking the offered hand, Ana lifts a shoulder. "I'm told it's not so bad to accept help once in a while." She notes with a slow smile back at Vincent.