4878/Suspiscion

Suspiscion
Date of Scene:	10 July 2018
Location:	Baxter Building
Synopsis:	Spawn wants answers, Torch wants his credit card. There can be only one!
Thanks to:	Johnny Storm
Cast of Characters:	Human Torch, Spawn

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Human Torch has posed:
SO! Jah Storm is chillin' downstairs chatting up security. He is having a great time, security is not. As Johnny punches Sergius on the shoulder he says:

"Then I told her that I just wanted to rent the whole place. And she said, well that would be a lot of money, and I said here's my card just hold on to that, and she said OK. ANd I said, Karaoke. I want Karaoke. And she said, that would be extra and I said, You have my card mami, do it up."

"So I took this chick all the way up to boston to a coffee shop that I rented to impress her, and let me tell you she was impressed," he pauses to take a sip of his mai tai and punch the dude in the shoulder again," I am sure that I will be seeing that one again. Wait..I think that lady still has my credit card?"

Spawn has posed:
Red, white and blue. The colors of freedom. What true patriots bleed, and all that bullshit. Al bled and fought, and killed for his country like the good little soldier he'd always been. Here in July where a dash of pride was most tolerated he'd been seeing flags, big and small, everywhere he went. Kids with sparklers, older kids with firecrackers, and a few nights ago the night sky became a battleground that Al had been in a million times before. The bombs bursting in air gave way to memories, faces, events in time. He remembered huts and villages, locals with their faces twisted in terror and the rigor mortis of death, and a white skull laughing at him. When he'd finally woken from the screaming, he'd remembered other faces. And names.

The Fantastic Four, America's favorite superhero family. Former astronauts, practical rockstars, with their own gleaming tower reaching high into the sky. Dropping down behind Johnny and his security, the green eyes narrowed in agitation and continued misery.

"Well that was stupid of you, wasn't it? But somehow I'm not surprised."

That impossibly deep, gravely voice swept through the air like a dust bowl through Kansas. He slowly rose to his full height, that cape of his whipping around haphazardly even as it wrapped around him, hiding much of that frame save for the mask and the glowing green eyes. However he was, he didn't exactly look...friendly.

"We've got a few things to discuss, boy."

Human Torch has posed:
"FLAME ON!"

Johnny Storm gets really hot really fast as well as the security guys next to him scramble!

"Who are you!?!? What do you want?" he demands whilst the flames engulf his body.

"Nobody just drops in on J'storm unvited dude.!"

Jah Storm literally squares up, "Was that girl like your girlfriend or something? And was the card declined and or can you help me ge that card back?"

The security guys are long gone and behind the desk it is just Johnny and this guy.

Spawn has posed:
"I feel that you're not taking this seriously."

The caped man looked down at the flaming man, feeling the head crackle and flick at him, even though his armor he felt it. And, he suspected, those flames would hurt. But after the eternity he'd spent, remembering the fires of Hell so vividly? He wasn't overly concerned right now.

His cape swept backward, revealing that inky black leather and white suit, the spikes, the chains, and the number of pistols and heavier looking guns strapped to his body. It appeared he'd come prepared. From the metal belt buckle skull, two chains instantly shot out faster than a speeding bullet, trying to loop around Johnny's throat and squeeze as tightly as possible. Spawn wasn't sure how they'd react to the prolonged heat, but he certainly wasn't going to feel any pain.

"You're going to give me all the information you have about the CIA. Every dirty little project you've done for them, everything. And you get to go on kissing babies and signing your name on cheap plastic titties. Got it?"

Human Torch has posed:
The chains certainly connect and for a moment Johnny is caught he says, "She told me she was single dude! I didn't know that she was in the CIA man! Let me go...

Cause honestly, if Jah Storm were to produce enough heat to remove these chains, poof this whole floor but people have begun to panic and leave out of the front door.

"Dude, the CIA, they don't tell me anything dude. Let Up...let up."

Johnny grabs the chains but of course he is just bideing time for people to leave, "What are you so mad about?"

Spawn has posed:
"Don't play coy with me, Johnny, I've seen you and the rest of the four palling it up with some very important people. CIA, FBI, you've all been real chummy with the people who run the show. Well guess what."

As he spoke, the chains tightened just a smidge, and if Johnny was still biding his time, then Spawn would pull him just a little bit closer. All around them people ran and the masked man ignored them, focused on the man on fire, right in front of him. Although funnily enough, in the mass stampede of panic, one woman tried running past the commotion in her high heels. Tripping over that cape, she went ass over teakettle and was in real danger of getting steamrolled and stampeded over by the others behind her. Maybe Susan's younger brother would notice it or maybe he wouldn't, but Spawn noticed this in his peripheral vision, and instantly the edge of that cape moved to shield the woman, getting her out of the immediate stampede. She of course didn't notice, instantly getting back up as soon as she could, and booking it like a bat out of hell. And that was fine with Al, as he continued to speak.

"Well guess what, Uncle Sam doesn't tend to keep his promises. And I'm going to do something about that, all I need is the proper information and I can start moving in the right direction. So. One more time, before this gets ugly. Get me the information I need. NOW."

This close to the aura of the Human Torch, and that mask covering Al's face started to morph and shift a little, shimmering in a way that must have been massively uncomfortable to the wearer. But Al didn't move, didn't even flinch. Clearly, he was made of tougher stuff than most.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm does notice the lady and also notices the big scary dude helping her. He hmmss.

"Hey, dude, I don't know what you are talking about and I also don't want this to get ugly cause, hey, I live hear, and would hate to cause some cosmetic damage and god knows what Sue would say about it so yeah....let me go and let's talk about this like the gentlemen we are. You area dude right? I mean...if you are the girls 'girlfriend' I am extra sorry."

Putting both hands up in a sign of 'chill'. "Chill Dude, chill."

Spawn has posed:
Al's annoyance was at an all-time high. "I'm NOT-"

The chains tightened, and then instantly slacked and relaxed. Around Johnny's throat the chains were now glowing red-hot and perhaps starting to whiten, a surefire sign of how dangerous the younger Storm could be. The man considered the deal in front of him, and though quite wary, the strategist within him decided to use all this to his advantage. Instantly the chains lifted up and then released Johnny, to let him land back down however he liked. The chains instantly started retracting, wrapping around the man's body and torso, the sound of scalding and burning instantly heard as those red-hot chains were pressed against him. If it was causing him extreme pain, he didn't seem to react very much, aside from going a bit stiff in the back.

"I'll forgive you this once when you get me what I need. If you ever touch her again...I'll take you to hell myself!"

For added effect, the chains rattled loudly, and his cape violently started shifting and whipping around the Human torch, the edges threatening his space, the way his flames had been threatening Spawn's. No reason he couldn't have a little fun, right?

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm does not fall to the ground he is floating and having won this dude over he offers, "We should not have this conversation here dude. Why drop in on me like that man?" he whispers, "I have an image to up keep K?"

Then back to full hero mode and in a much deeper voice, "Let's discuss this...on...umm..the roof. Yes! The roof."

Johnny tentively points up.

"And up there I will tell you everything I know. Well, what you think I know...."

Spawn has posed:
"The roof. I see. Well, if you insist."

Al Simmons had many gifts since returning from Hell. Unfortunately for Johnny and the Baxter Building, the power of flight had not been one of those in-built gifts. True, he could probably turn his cape into wings or something, but he decided to do this the old fashioned way, using a trick he'd learnt only recently. Something about the young hero bothered the older, jaded Al, and so this gave him the smallest modicum of pleasure. These days, he'd take what he could get.

And so as Spawn stood at the base of that pristine, fancy-looking building, he unfurled every chain he had and readied them for only a moment. Then he climbed. As fast as he could, but it still took a few moments. And moment the bladed skull-faced head of every chain burrowed deep into the stonework(or the marblework, or whatever this very expensive building was made out of), burrowing deep to pull the heavy, heavy Al Simmons upward.

Finally, after an eternity, Spawn made it to the roof, looking around at the sight.

"Look at this. Men have fought and died for castles not even a fraction of this size."

Human Torch has posed:
"DUUUUUHHHH dude, you could've just used the elevator," Jonny points to the lift. "You know how much they are gonna blame me for this?" he he himself lands on top of the roof.

As one apporachs the roof and andriod approaches and offers a mai tai and then reminds Johnny, "Mister storm, remember, you are not to be on fire on the roof..."

"Yeah, yeah..I know..leave me alone for a moment," pointing, "This guy made me do it."

"So, what is it that you want dude....dudette?"

Spawn has posed:
'Dudette' caused the caped, masked figure to slowly turn his head, his left green glowing eye narrowing while his right widened. It was impressive how the 'brow raise' could be conveyed even through all of that heavy leather.

"How are YOU the popular one?"

After a moment, however, the cape relaxed and became less animated than it was moments ago, starting to resemble regular cloth instead of what it was before. The masked man watched the android for a moment or two, before turning his head to regard the man that was still on fire.

"The Fantastic Four has worked with the CIA before. I want all of your files, regarding anything you've ever done for them. Officially or unofficially, in whatever capacity. I want names, dates, anything."

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm drops the flames from his face and says, "What do you mean that I am the popular one?!?!? Huh?!?!"

"What does -that- mean?!?!"

The last question being lost in the 'insult'. "My sis is cool and Reed is the dumbest smart man you'll ever meet an the Thing is.....the....the....Thing! Of course I am the superstar!"

Johnny is pretty annoyed at the moment.

"And dude, I don't even know who you are AND Reed is the guy that has all that info and stuff and if you take that back, I might tell him that you want that information!"

Johnny crosses his arms like a little kid, stamps his foot and hummphs.

Spawn has posed:
Al was quickly approaching his last nerve, and the calm he managed to find was quickly lost again. With a growling snarl, the man raised his right arm to his chest. Beneath that massive red gauntlet a green glow could be seen, a sudden wave of cold air hitting that roof as a massive sphere of energy was shot out. The android who was near the roof entrance, was quickly engulfed in a torrent of Necroplasma, a material that could very quickly reduce it, and anything around it, to a pile of jiggling green goop on the floor. Instantly Spawn was approaching Johnny as his cape flexed around like a hand eager to throttle the insect it was about to catch. When Al next spoke, his voice was booming and echoing, the anger almost palpable.

"First you agree to help me, then you waste my time and now that I'm up here you wanna give me the runaround?! You are dangerously close to an asswhipping, but I'm gonna try and be the bigger man and save your life. You need Reed's permission? Fine. Jesus was on the cross for three days, that should be more than enough time for you to run off and get what I need from him. If I come all the way back here, and I find you here with a handful of excuses, I'm raising hell. You don't want that to happen. You've officially been warned."

As he spoke, he was slowly walking, to the edge of that building. As he looked down, that cape started to warp and shift around him, until he now had a pair of red leathery wings on his back, more batlike than birdlike. Before he leapt, he turned around to look at Johnny.

"Tell Reed that Spawn's been here."

And with that, he leapt. And with that, he was leaving.