4190/Fallout

Fallout
Date of Scene:	02 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Redstar, Shadowlite

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Redstar has posed:
When she had been teleported away earlier she had changed mid-port from Vicky to Starr. That much had been notable. When she returned not ten minutes later Starr was still in control. To say she looks like the cat which got the cream would be accurate. There is a pleased smile on her face as she returns to Earth.

Those black eyes quickly take in the living room once again as she looks about for Michael. They had been finishing a movie when Ares had teleported her away before. "Well, that was fun," She says cheerfully and stretches in the languid fashion she tends towards.

Shadowlite has posed:
"I am /not/ a fan of that shit."

Michael is currently in the kitchen by the sounds of it... and the smell and sound of cooking can be heard; eggs and steak, by all indications. He's clad in his usual casual robe for days off that he expects guests, potentially. "Is that Starr I hear?" Michael inquires as he flips a portion of streak, his eyes focused on making sure it doesn't burn.

Redstar has posed:
"Yes it is," Starr replies with far too much cheer in her voice. As she folds her wings in tightly she heads for the kitchen. "Well it isn't likely to be happening again for a very, very long time," Starr says as she comes to lean on the doorway into the kitchen.

"So that's the good news anyway. I mean, for me it's all kind of good news," The demoness gives a dark chuckle as she crosses her arms. She eyes Michael as he cooks looking smug, but also hungry. There is that human side to her. "Would you like the...let's call it 'other' news now?"

Shadowlite has posed:
The whole conversation has a 'somethings very off' feel to it, and Michael picks up on it quickly; especially since he was pretty sure it's Vickies turn to be out.

He doesn't looks up from cooking, instead listening as he finishes the eggs. "That sounds ominous."

Redstar has posed:
It is hard to pout and smirk at once, but somehow the demoness pulls it off. "You make it sound like you don't want my company, Michael," She says in a playful tone totally at odds with everything else. A sigh escapes her and she says, "Ah well, fine. Vicky found out one of Ares weaknesses and was going to tell SHIELD, but Ares found out. So she is in solitary confinement for...while." As she says it she brings a hand up and examines the sharp tips of her nails. Almost as if bored now that he won't play her game.

Shadowlite has posed:
Despite it all, Michael has been very careful about being neutral on the subject of their shared schedule. He's mentioned that a shared schedule is beneficial to both... but has not touched the subject of weighing in on how they spend their time.

The news, however, sets him on edge. With the meal mostly done, the stove is turned off... and Michael leans against the counter, supported by both hands, "You like Ares that much, hmm." Michael gives in a statement, not a question; it's obvious rhetorical, considering she just sold out her other half about it.

Now though... he's remarkably calm about it all. As if he was expecting this.

Redstar has posed:
Starr's smile fades from the playful thing it was to a more thoughtful one. And those black eyes narrow on Michael's back. "What makes you think I sold her out?" She asks as her tone, too, changes to that dark and rumbling thing. Her hands drop to her side because she sees the change in poster, the cool tones.

"And let us be clear...I like Ares about as much as...most men..." Starr says after a moments pause. The black eyes go up and down Michael's body and the smile fades totally. "He is a god and as such was very useful. His training invaluable and his magic as well...I thought you would be happy to know he wouldn't be botherin us anymore."

Taking care of two problems in one. After all everyone -had- been complaining about Vicky being his student. It just so happened that now Starr had complete control, which also played into her hands.

Shadowlite has posed:
"If you had the willpower to imprison her yourself, are you telling me you wouldn't have done it the second you had the ability?" Michaels question is no longer rhetorical; he's genuinely curious.

"You just told me that you put one of the women I love into a prison of her own mind, and you expect me to be happy?" Michael finally turns around, and leans back into the counter, his arms crossed, "If you didn't like him so much, why did you care enough to tell Ares about this 'weakness'?" Michael retorts.

Redstar has posed:
Starr tilts her head slightly to the side and a faint smirk appears as she took crosses her arms again. "Actually, I have had the ability to temporarily do it for awhile now. I just have mostly chosen not too," She says in an almost haughty fashion. A hand waves in an almost dismissive fashion.

"I do suppose there is no use denying I told him. But you already don't seem to be appreciating the results," Starr's smirk fades and she leans her head on the door frame. "If Ares had found out on his own that she knew and -had- told SHIELD and Mon-El, what do you think he would have done? Locked her away? Or killed us outright?"

Starr pushes off the door now and the flames about her eyes flare slightly. "I did us -all- a favor. Sacrifices happen. You'll get your pet back eventually," Faint anger can be heard in her voice. It is possible she sincerely believes she was doing what was best, in her inhuman way.

Shadowlite has posed:
"How would he have known? He's not omnipresent." Michael notes, before he shrugs, "I've been very careful not to comment on how you two share your body... but this?" Michael brings up both his hands to rub at his temples, "Ok. So what were you expecting to happen, here?" Michael raises a brow to her, his eyes looking to her own; her anger doesn't concern him. If she wants to leave, she could have done it anytime.

Redstar has posed:
Starr gives a soft snort, "He would have known when SHIELD or the Daxamite came for him," She says quietly. "Or he could have pulled it from her mind at a careless moment." There is a moment where she meets his gaze and holds it. Then she closes the distance so she is standing in front of him.

"I expected you to be happy to not have to worry about a God randomly snatching us away. Or whatever it was you were worried he would do," Starr says as she leans around him and draws one sharp claw down the line of a cooked steak.

"I did not expect you to be happy about Vicky, but you still have me," She picks up her bite now and the anger is gone as quick as it came. Instead there is a lusty lilt to her words now. As is the way she pops that bite of meat into her mouth.

Shadowlite has posed:
"What I expected from SHIELD and company is to not be idiots. Put the screws to someone as volatile as the god of dickery and you're gonna end up having that organization get torn to bits in the next generation as revenge. He can play the long game, us mortals can't." Michael replies to her, "These people didn't get to be the top intel people by being stupid. They did it using their resources effectively."

Then, he turns around, and begins to fix himself a plate, "I assume I couldn't talk to her if I wanted?" His tone seems less confrontational at least; Starr has made up her mind, and Michael isn't going to change it.

Redstar has posed:
Starr listens as she chews and her expression is at least thoughtful. "I do not trust them, but then I have reason too. At least I feel I do," She says with a shrug of her shoulder. There is a quiet moment where she takes a plate and does the same.

"She is bound by magic, not by my design. To free her will need sorcery. Mine returned as well as external assistance," She says it and her voice has a troubled quality to it, worried even. Though it?s hard to tell if the focus is Vicky or herself. "I felt it before but didn?t realize what it was. Seems that I...we are far more susceptible to magic that anyone should be. His temporary spell may well be permanent unless he releases it or I can break it. Perhaps..." Starr sneers a bit, "The Sorcerer Supreme could do it..."

Shadowlite has posed:
"Who, or what, is a Sorcerer Supreme?" Michael inquires, his plate full of his dinner portion before he heads over to the dinner table. "Sounds like something to do with magic, and I have no idea how that stuff works." He takes a bite. Chomp. "I'd be willing to go along with you to learn, though."

Redstar has posed:
Starr gives a derisive snort and says, "The Sorcerer Supreme is indeed a person with a great deal of power. They?re supposed to protect their home from something or other. Usually in direct opposition to my father.? And she follows him but stops to grab a drink from the fridge. She even asks, "Do you want anything?" As she drags a familiar red can out. "Not everyone can learn magic. But...if I can get my original power back I used to be able to imbue others with my own. Though of course those usually involved deals," A hand waves dismissively. Is she saying she wouldn?t require that from Shadowlite?

Shadowlite has posed:
"Something to keep in mind, at least." Michael notes as he eats. "Do you know where this Sorcerer person is? I can probably just portal us there, assuming there are no dimensional wards or whatever."

Redstar has posed:
"Heh. Last I saw him Gluttony swallowed him. But knowing that bastard it didn't keep him down." Starr says as she pops open her can and gulps it greedily. "His name was Stephen Strange. Perhaps SHIELD will be useful after all..." Starr glances up with a smile and searching gaze. "You'll get her back," She assures him after a beat, before turning to devour her food.