5479/Must be a B-thing

Must be a B-thing
Date of Scene:	02 October 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Beastey, Bladey, Spidey, Vampey, and the Quest for the perfect Kebap
Cast of Characters:	Spider-Man, Beast, Blade

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Spider-Man has posed:
Peter Parker picked a pleasant pita place after passing a purple Prius parked in a permitted position. Peering in, he was surprised to see a rather large figure that did not look like Parv, the proprietor of the establishment. No, this person was in serious need of a hair net. With a smile on his face, he walked in and set off the bell connected to the door. He held his backpack over one side, holding onto it with one hand, and smirked, "so, is this some kind of new work experience program for late 20-somethings?"

Beast has posed:
Three months. That's how long it's been since Hank McCoy left The School, no reason given except that he was taking a 'Hiatus'. No one knows where he went. He just up and vanished without a forewarding number. It was well known among students and faculty that SOMETHING was going on. His temper had been getting shorter, his actions a bit more.. violent. But no one really knew /why/. And then, poof, he was gone.

Now the blue furred mutant sits at a booth about the take a bite of his food when a familiar voice speaks up. He looks over his gyro, his expression unreadable. "Mister Parker" he intones in is gravely baritone. "I.. did not expect to see you here."

Blade has posed:
Blade is often one step ahead of his quarry and today is no different. He doesn't have to wait for the sun to go down to wait for his often unsuspecting prey, and there are times when he does because after decades of this work, the element of surprise only needs to be seconds rather than hours. Either way Blade steps into the Shawarma Palace, sunglasses on, attention on the crowd.

It doesn't take him long to see that the one he's hunting isn't here yet. As such he makes his way to the counter and orders a plain hot tea. The wait has begun.

Spider-Man has posed:
Living in New York, you kind of got used to... unusual.... people. Like the man behind the counter, where Parv should be, well, the best way to describe the guy would be Wolverine on a really, really bad hair day. It was as if the hairs on his chest, arms, and head were porcupine like. The funny thing is that the guy wasn't even a mutant. Peter Parker had a habit of running into the guy, always at a new job. Today, it was Shawarma, next week could be in the library, the day after could be the MTA, and another time might see him working at a mattress store.

He gave Dimitri a nod as Hank McCoy had momentarily taken his attention away, "Hank!" He was genuinely surprised to see him. "It's great to see you. You're looking good" he even gestured as if he were flexing, but of course his muscles weren't nearly as big, "been working out?" He was rambling, and he knew it, but he had a habit of doing that when nervous. He didn't want to bring up the questions he desperately wanted to ask. "How've you been?"

Dmitri welcomed the new customer as he wiped his hands with a cloth that was once white, but had long since become more of a greyish brown. He addressed Blade, and said in a thick native Romanian meets New York resident accent, "what'll it be, bub?" He had something caught, a bit of food, in that thcik black moustache of his.

Beast has posed:
Beast enjoys this place for many reasons... One, of course, is that he enjoys Schwarma. Two, with so many schwarma places in the big apple he was sure he wouldn't run into anyone he knew (and anyone he knew was also everyone he was avoiding. And three, This Schwarma place is Halal. The Beast may not be Muslim but the way that Halal prepared meat is thoroughly bled means he doesn't have to deal with the scent of Blood, which is something that has been... triggering.. his more bestial urges as of late.

The furry mutant, not to be confused with the almost furry non-mutant BEHIND the counter, frowns a little as one of his sorta students/fellow teachers really notices him. "No, Mister Parker, I most certainly have not been 'Working Out'." he says, even though he DOES seem more muscular then he was.. His suit fitting tighter, and not like he has gained weight. At least not /fat/ weight. "I am just trying to enjoy my lunch." he says, then looks at the man who just entered... Something about him makes the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.. raises his hackles.. But he shakes it off..

Blade has posed:
Blade nurses the cup of tea in silence as he shifts his attention between the crowd, the door, and the wall. It's a natural cycle, his eyes don't seem to wander. It's a stakeout, no pun intended, and it could go on for hours depending on his quarry's schedule.

Spider-Man has posed:
Yeah, Hank was not being warm, bubbly, friendly, and certainly not gregarious. It was unusual for Hank, at least from what Peter had experienced. Still, Peter was warm and genial, "please, call me Peter. And whatever you've been doing, it looks good on you." Looking down at the plate, Peter decided to press his luck, "mind if I join you?" He was curious to see just how standoffish Hank had become. Sometimes being a little too eager was the only way to get answers. Besides, not seeing or hearing him had not exactly yielded results.

Taking a seat across from Beast, yeah, Peter was going into a strange new territory for himself, he decided to ask, "so, what do you think that guy's story is," and he gestured, subtly, to the guy nursing his cup of tea in silence, who seemed to be alternating his attention between the door, crowd, and the wall. It was almost formulaic. Not that Peter knew anything deeper. Right now, Blade and Beast would probably get on lovely, and they could throw Peter out the door.

Beast has posed:
The problem with being an atavistic mutant is ones instincts are much more finely honed then a normal humans. Hank has the DNA of an opportunistic carnivore, a predator, something he has been trying and failing to keep completely under check. And that predator is well aware that ANOTHER predator is in his vicinity. Hanks catlike eyes dart over to the dark man a few times, then back to Peter and he shrugs. "I really cannot stop you, if you are so inclined, /Mister/ Parker." he says, NOT using Peters given name.

Hank is about to take a bite of his gyro when Peter asks about the 'other' guy. Sighing, Hank sets down his feed /again/ and gives Blade a sideglance. "He's looking for someone. Hunting." Hank says, matter off factly, as if it is an everyday occurance, though keeping his voice low. He can read the man's body language, again one predator to another. "Mayhaps he is a bounty hunter. Or something likewise. I do not believe he is here to cause trouble for this establishment as his quarry doesn't seem to be here.. Unless he is setting up an ambush.."

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter didn't like the tone, Hank cannot stop him, implying that he would like to, and using Mister Parker after he had asked Hank to call him Peter. But that reaction is entirely visual and by scent. Peter doesn't say a word, but he does look hurt by it. Though the insights into the other man send Peter through the ringer. "Hunting? Bounty Hunter?" He might have said that a little too loud, loud enough for Blade to hear. Then his voice drops to a whisper, "quarry, ambush, what are you talking about, are we in danger?" He was Peter here, not Spider-Man. He had to react as a normal person would.

Blade has posed:
Blade continues to remain in his own space. He doesn't notice others eyeballing him and probably wouldn't react even if he did. Indeed his focus remains as it has been, shifting between those three "theaters". He does switch it up often enough that most people would not notice, and he doesn't often encounter anyone who would notice. As such he isn't looking for anyone as perceptive as he is.

Beast has posed:
Beast doesn't seem like he /cares/ that he hurt Peter's feelings... Which is, yes, very odd. And he seems more interested in his food then any the the other man sitting there drinking his tea waiting for someone, or something, to cross his path. The blue furred mutant finally picks up and takes a big bite of his gyro, literally ripping it in two with his sharp teeth and chewing much as a lion would, not caring that there is tzatziki sauce coating his whiskers... then swallows.

"When are we not in some form of danger, Mister Parker?" he asks. picking up hi mug of coffee and daintily sipping it.. which is a contrast to how he was /eating/. "Is your situational awareness that low? Can you not /tell/ that man is dangerous?" he sniffs the air a few times, catching the fainest whiff of blood. "Mmmm, yes. Definitely dangerous... Oh, I do not mean he is going to cause any trouble at this moment.." He waves that off. "But you have spent time with Logan. He is dangerous as well, even when he is not doing anything. He is always ready.. Waiting... Just like that man over there."

Spider-Man has posed:
"I er... haven't spent much time with him. I was kind of warned off it, early on, like day one, first five minutes. Something about a weed hacker and the last guy who messed up his prized lawn." Peter was shocked at the way Beast was eating, and yet he was drinking so civilised. The dichotomy did not sit well with him. Where was the Professor or Miss Grey at a time like this? "Well, I'm going to try out this Shawarma. I've heard it's way underrated." And he got up, heading towards the counter to place an order.

Blade has posed:
Blade continues to mind his own business. He's looking for vampire activity and as such the two currently discussing him go unnoticed. They don't fit the profile he's looking for at all. A pale gentleman does eventually walk in. Blade's eyes rest on him much longer than he had previously watched the door before. No doubt the other two will notice that if they are still interested in his movements. The pale gentleman is flanked by two college aged females, naive looks in their eyes.

Beast has posed:
Beast shrugs a bit as he eyes the second half of his Gyro. "You really should spend time with him. He is not a /bad/ man. He just has to do bad /things/ sometimes. But that is life. We /all/ do things we are not proud of, yet are necessary." he says, almost knowingly.. Then chomps down the rest of his gyro in a single bite, chewing and motioning for Peter to grab him another as he picks up a napkin and wipes his muzzle... and looks up when the door opens and three people walk in.. Three not-quite people.. No heartbeats.. the scent of necrosis... His hackles rise again and he bunches the napkin in his paw....

Spider-Man has posed:
Beast may have hackles, but Peter has his own version of them with his spider-sense. The hairs on his forearm are too fine for anyone without incredibly precise vision to notice, but he can feel it, and that little buzz in the back of his head. Something's wrong about the new arrivals, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out it probably originates with the paler and older guy. The ditzy college girls seem like they'd struggle to threaten anyone. Peter orders himself a gyro, and another for Hank, "Dmitri, another one just like he had," he gestured towards Hank, "and I'll have..." and he made a show of going over the menu board, looking at it, taking his time. He was stalling. He wasn't in costume. The guy hadn't started anything, yet. How best to proceed? So he completed his order and just kept an eye out for the pale one, well, paler one. Peter was pretty pale himself.

Blade has posed:
Blade doesn't react any further than he has. He continues to sit there and wait as he has since he entered. His strategy will pinnacle once the trio leave the diner.

Beast has posed:
This has to be whom the guy was waiting for.. and that makes Hank sort of Angry.. Staking out a PUBLIC place to capture.. what... Some sort of undead creature? Thats the only thing that fits, which he loathes to admit since he IS a scientist deep down. Yes, he KNOWS they exist, but it hurts his scientific sensibilities. "All I wanted.. was some food.." he rasps under his breath, claws scratching slowly across the table's formica surface.. "Stay calm, Henry.. do not over react.. maybe nothing will happen..."

Spider-Man has posed:
One thing does happen. Henry gets some more food, courtesy of Peter Parker, and prepared by Dmitri... and paid for by Betsy Braddock. Peter was not what one would call wealthy, quite the contrary, but he did have a card he could use that was attached to her account, and he had to use it as his own funds couldn't cover the cost of his own meal and the extra one Hank wanted. He would of course pay her back, he always did, even though it was not necessary. "Calm?"He asked, overhearing the last of it as he approached. He was of course still keeping an eye and an ear out for the paler guy, though his sense of smell wasn't nearly as good as Blade or Beast's. Must be a B-thing. If he had been the Brown Recluse Spider-Man or the Black Widow Spider-Man, maybe he could have gotten that, but those names would never have made headlines in the Daily Bugle, and he knew it.

Blade has posed:
The pale guy and his "escorts" eventually leave after a few rounds of drinks. The pale guy doesn't drink or eat anything, indeed he gets his companions drunk and then stands to leave with them, "Stay at my place. It would be.. so much safer." The women agree and start to leave with him. Blade pays his tab and leaves his place at the bar to follow at a distance.

Beast has posed:
Beast takes a deep breath, eyes half lidded as as he forces The Beast back down... as much as he can at any rate. As peter sits down again he reopens his eyes and readjusts his glasses, clearing his throat. "Yes yes.. Calm." he rasps, then motions to Blade and the others. "I do not know what is going on but those must be whom that man as waiting for. And the pale one... I do not believe he is actually alive.." he says quietly.

Spider-Man has posed:
Okay, people who aren't alive, as crazy as it sounds, and this could all be an excuse to try and get Peter to go away, but he can't really let this go. Peter looks to his own sandwich, and the one he got Hank, then to the door, and he then looked to the clock on the wall, "oh, is that the time? Sorry to cut this short Hank, but I promised to meet Betsy. It was good seeing you, I hope you come back. We miss you. And please, don't take this the wrong time. I just, I really need to go." Yeah, he needs to get into his costume.