5536/Planned Commandohood

Planned Commandohood
Date of Scene:	10 October 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hellboy, Etrigan (Jason Blood), Ghost Rider (Blaze), Derek Khanata, Selene (Underworld)

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Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy was still coughing, practically coughing up a lung. SHIELD medical hooked him up with an antidote to whatever that crazy woman wanted to put into the Hudson, but it was still passing through his system in a way that almost made his eyes water. In his left hand, a collection of tissues that were slowly turning green as he hacked more broken up, harmless Smilex into them, wearing his usual get-up, but hunched over in a way that made it all much less impressive.

    "Yeah, I -koff kaff koff-, I sent her a message earlier to meet us here. I gave her the heads up that I brought friends and we wanted to talk, so I don't -kaff kaff koff guuuuuuh- I don't know if that'll...spook her. It's up to you to set the proposal now, chief."

Etrigan (Jason Blood) has posed:
Jason Blood was present to fulfill some of the more irritating requirements of being involved with any governmental agency. The woman who'd asked for his birth certificate had never dealt with someone born before the printing press. He wore a dark leather jacket and black sweater underneath, slacks and Oxfords. His hair was swept back, the snowy bolt of white sharp at the center of his brow.

"Yes, we wouldn't want to give her the wrong impression. She might think we're creepy or kooky. Mysterious. Perhaps even spooky. Also: you shouldn't lie to new recruits, Hellboy. We are definitely not friends."

Ghost Rider (Blaze) has posed:
Johnny is watching Hellboy be checked up by Medical. "Laughing Gas in action, huh? Good to know to avoid it." Johnny sighs very lightly before a glance is given to Jason Blood. Heh, nice to meet some ancient history. "You don't say."

Johnny Blaze wears his usual black leather jacket with a grey shirt and black cargo pants. Combat boots on his feet and black gloves on his hands. He seems to keep his arms crossed as he leans against a wall. "Relax Blood, he was trying to be inviting, I imagine."

Derek Khanata has posed:
"Steady on, soldier."

Khanata reaches out to pat the shoulder of his gigantic companion, "Any advice, Big Red?"

The night-black African was dapper as always, navy suit and sunglasses, cigarette dangling from his mouth and coffee in his right hand. Tucked under his left arm is a folded newspaper.

"Glad to see you're in top form today, Blood. Let's just keep it friendly long enough to make a good impression."

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Being that Hellboy chose one of the lesser busy subway stations, there are not a lot of people here that aren't members of this newly forming team looking to meet a potential new contact or recruit here this evening. Its quiet, and the occasional train makes its appearance and subsequent disappearance.

Hellboy had seen Selene make quite a dramatic entrance in their first meeting down in these tunnels, it'd seemed to have left quite an impression in the large fellow, but tonight? Things were a little difference, she was expected tonight for one.

As such, when a subway train does arrive, a few people disembark... she being one of them. Its not a grand entrance with motorcycle parkour, as it had been that first night, no this is simply a woman stepping off a train.

Of course, she's still dressed in her black bodysuit and leather corset, and is still wearing that black leather trench coat, an outfit that gets her looks just about everywhere she goes.

Selene steps off of the subway train and takes a moment to let her eyes roam the station before she spots them, all of them. She turns toward them and starts to walk in their direction with her eyes locked upon them, a casual stride to her steps.

Hellboy has posed:
    If he had some sort of clever quip for any of them, it was getting lost in the hacking, choking cough, the wet sort of hacking that usually suggested something nasty was in the lungs. The good news for Hellboy, however, was that his super strength applied to his insides as well as his outsides, and with the Smilex already weakened, it was never going to be able to remain lungs that powerful. The entire handful of tissues he was holding in his hand are balled and wadded up and tossed into one of the nearby metal bins, chaking his head as he wiped the coughing tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his trenchcoat. Just in time for Selene's appearance.

    He approached at a half step, looking at the technically dead woman approach. His eyes were glowing a particularly vibrant shade of yellow, and he took another half step before he remembered where he was, who he was with, and stepped backward shyly. He gave a wave with his left hand, before looking around at his team-mates, mainly so that he wasn't then, as a result, staring.

    "Hey, how's it going...uhh, these are the guys I was telling you about. This isn't, y'know, this isn't an ambush or anything."

    Did she think it was an ambush before he mentioned it? Was his his attempt to put her at ease, in fact, doing the opposite? Probably, knowing him, so he just stepped backward again to let someone else take over. His big stone hand gently('gently' being a relative word) placed itself on Derek's shoulder, and gave him a nudge.

    "Well you wanted to talk to her, here you go."

    Overall, he was doing quite smoothly.

Etrigan (Jason Blood) has posed:
Jason Blood raises an eyebrow at Hellboy's introduction, "Scintillating. Jason Blood," he says with a nod, "I'm not going to bring my partner out because the last time I did that to introduce these, he kept the body for two days and drank all the port in my study and replaced it with...well, you don't want to know what he replaced it with. Suffice to say, not the 1784 Shandy I had been saving for a nightcap," he sighs.

"Oh yes, I'm a wizard, too. I could offer you a full curriculum vitae, but, frankly, you don't look like an accountant. If accountants looked like you, I might pay my taxes sometime."

Ghost Rider (Blaze) has posed:
Johnny looks to Jason as he and Hellboy seemingly have a rather sarcastic looking conversation. Curious. Well, at least Jason looks to be a nice guy.

Cough.

But, Johnny feels a presence approaching from behind that he hasn't exactly felt before. Suddenly drawing his weapon, he snap-turns to look at Selene! pointing his weapon at her. "Boss." he looks to Derek. "Feel like enlightening me?" Becuase he has a sly feeling....

What? They ARE a ragtag group of monsters, demons, hellhunters, etc.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy sees the gun being drawn, and instantly, he visibly is startled for a moment. Instantly Hellboy walks over in front of the blackclad Hellbiker and puts his right hand out, putting it in front of the boomstick's angle. Moments later he walks further in front, so that if the weapon goes off, Hellboy will be taking the blast exclusively. His right hand is up, but his left is pulling his trenchcoat aside so that he can feel the handle of his quad-shooter.

    "Whoah, hey. It's cool, this is who we're meeting. Relax, man, think of some smooth jazz or something. Kenny G, let's be Kenny G right now."

Derek Khanata has posed:
"Ah, here she comes."

Khanata takes a sip from his coffee before setting it down on the bench next to Hellboy and adjusts his tie. He strides forward towards the Death Dealer, a tight smile on his face, right hand extended.

"Selene, I presume? Derek Khanata, Agent of SHIELD. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Hellboy and Blaze both spoke highly of you."

The Wakandan turns to gesture at his companions, "You know Hellboy of course, and I believe you met Johnny's alter ego, although perhaps not in the flesh."

He pauses to allow Jason Blood to make his own introduction and smiles ruefully, shaking his head.

"You'll have to forgive Blood--I'm afraid he's our 'Doctor Smith', if you're old enough to catch the reference. There's a fourth, but he's been indisposed by... matters of the heart, let's say."

A drag from the cigarette.

"You're looking at the Howling Commandos, the nastiest bunch of creepies and crawlies Hell could cough..."

And then there's Johnny, shotgun drawn. Khanata's mouth hangs agape for a long moment of disbelief before smiling apologetically, "We're, ah, still at the pilot stage, working out a few kinks."

Ghost Rider (Blaze) has posed:
Johnny keeps his eyes laser-locked on Selene, but thankfully, Hellboy jumps in helps calm the Spirit of Vengeance down. Rolling that hellfire shotgun back onto it's holster, Johnny lifts his hands apologetically. "Sorry...spooked." He puts his hands in his pockets and goes back to leaning against the wall.

Some paranoia a litle present? Hm, something about meeting in semi-secret spots. Either way, mental scars exist in Johnny's Psyche.

"Kenny G." Johnny mumbles to himself, deep breaths. "Sorry about that." He looks to Selene. Sincerity in his tone and expression.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
Selene footfalls come to a stop as she reaches a sufficient distance from the group to hold this meeting. She first places her eyes on that of Hellboy, the one she knows and likes. She then looks to Blood and offers the man a simple dipping nod of her pointed chin. "A sound name." She tells the doctor, her voice is laced with a European accent and is husky in tone and pitch, pleasing to most ears.

She's in the process of looking to Derek when the gun is drawn. Her eyes go from a shade of brown then to a sudden stunning pale blue, ice-like in shade. She doesn't physically move, but her gaze has certainly changed to one of... a much more unique style.

But then there'rs a giant red wall behind she and Johnny, and Selene's pale blue eyes sweep back over to Derek. "I've never met him." She tells Derek, of Johnny. She's never met Ghostrider either, so that information may be skewered at some level.

Selene's hands remain at her sides and she shifts her weight from one booted foot to the other. "I'll start this off by saying that I'm not particularly interested in working for, or with SHIELD, as I have a lot of responsibilities as it stands. My time is limited, at best, and I have a great deal of pressure on my shoulders to perform my duties to my people... adequately." She looks at the whole group then in a sweeping stare.

"That being said." She continues, her voice soft and still honied in hue. "If there are mutual benefits to be had... I'm interested. Twitchy shotguns withstanding..." And she gives a small glare toward Blaze.

Etrigan (Jason Blood) has posed:
Jason Blood smiles, "See, Khanata, not everyone's interested in joining the postal service. I don't know anything about responsibilities, I avoid them when I can, but you can't sell people on working for the government. Nobody likes the government. It used to be because they'd cut off your head if you said the wrong thing to the wrong peasant, but now they're all so tender and squishy and easily bruised. Like overripe fruit," he says. He draws his cigarette case, pulling one out and lighting it.

He doesn't know Johnny either and regards the armed man with a certain curiosity. It isn't hard for one of Blood's calibre to see the demonic aura wrapped around him. "I see the standards for possession have dropped," he says, leaning back against one of the subway columns.

Derek Khanata has posed:

Khanata exhales through his nose as he watches Blaze's disarmament, the tension releasing from his shoulders. He stares at Johnny for a long moment before turning to Selene to flash a white grin at the Death Dealer, "It takes a village. We'll keep Johnny in line."

The African tuts at Blood's outburst.

"As far as SHIELD's concerned, this outfit does not exist. And I do not work for the government, Mister Blood: I am a Wakandan, and serve the United Nations. You have no official sanction, just a pile of money that nobody's looking for and a mission to save the world. That plays out, maybe we'll set up something more permanent."

"As far as these duties of yours," he spreads his hands, "perhaps we could be of some help. We're woefully in the dark about your whole operation, though, so I'm not exactly certain what the situation on the ground is."

Hellboy has posed:
    The crises was averted, and the big man was able to breathe a sigh of relief before turning back to regard the group. After Johnny's vulgar display of power, Hellboy immediately went into his belt, pulling out the pack of Marlboros and smacking the bottom of the pack against one singular flat spherical knuckle of his right hand. He shook his head, and against the steady rhythm of a stiff paper pack hitting something stone-like, he spoke out with that low voice of his.

    "Yeah...sorry about that. Almost all of us come from a line of work where hesitation can get you killed. You included. I'm sure we can all understand Johnny being eager to protect himself, right?"

    When Derek spoke up about Selene's motivations, HB kept quiet. He was still sitting on a report that he didn't know if he wanted to make with SHIELD, the full story told to him by Selene a few nights ago. If she wanted to tell the team, that was her business...but he wasn't gonna narc.

    From above them, hidden perfectly in the dark shadowy rafters, a crow sat perched in its nest, carefully watching the precedings. Half a world away, a woman watched intently behind a mask of gold, malevolent eyes hidden behind black shadow.

    "Soon, my son. Soon you'll get everything you deserve."

Ghost Rider (Blaze) has posed:
After Johnny seems to calm himself down, his eyes glance to Jason. Hellish flame coming to life in his irises. Too bad Jason's an asshole...but he's always had a feeling that he wouldn't get along with Jason. Must be a demon thing.

His eyes fall upon Selene as she explains her motives. Gotta look out for her own. He wouldn't do any different. He //does// give a small nod to Selene when she mentions his spooked reaction to her arrival. "Sorry about that by the way." He shrugs, his eyes on Hellboy as the big red demon defends his actions. An appreciative smile from Johnny then. Though Derek gets an approving nod.

Not that the boss needs it.

Either way, Johnny feels like he's said enough without actually saying anything.

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
"Its fine, I've experienced far worse than a suddenly presented shotgun." Selene responds to Hellboy, and the others for that matter, but she does give another brief glance toward Johnny as he apologizes and she nods once to him. Her stare then drift back toward Derek, the shade of her pupils have gone from that icey blue back to a more natural dark brown.

"I've come to this country in search of members of a pack of Lyc--" She cuts herself off. "Werewolves." She uses the term more commonly known here in the United States. "I'm the leader of an army that has been fighting their kind for... a very long time. Its a war few know of, its a war we strive to keep contained. I'm sworn to keep my kind safe and together we remain hidden, a secret from the rest of the world."

Selene takes a moment to look at the others again before she glances back to their leader. "The werewolves have come here, to the American shores, to recruit members into their pack who may hold powers. Mutant, or Meta-human powers. It is their last ditch efforts to push back against their dwindling numbers. I am here to stop this from happening. My kind..." She trails her words off, her eyes glance to Hellboy, he's clearly told them nothing."

"Vampires." And she looks back to Derek then. "Our specific covens no longer harm humans. We do not hunt or kill anyone who is not apart of our war, who're not standing against us. We feed off of synthesized blood, created in our own laboratories and when the war has finally ended? All we desire is isolation and peace."

Etrigan (Jason Blood) has posed:
Jason Blood smiles as he drags on his cigarette, "Money no one's watching? No such thing, old son. No blue fairies around here, so you're going to have some strings to hold you down, even if you can't see them. The best puppeteers know how to do that the best - I'd be less worried if you knew you were beholden already," he says.

He gives a wink to Johnny at the eye contact and listens to Selene's story as she fills them in. "What a peculiar pack of bloodsuckers. I've mostly dealt with the Old World vampires, in their capes and their velvets, playing the dandy long after Oscar Wilde breathed his last in a Parisian prison," he sighed. "Good old Oscar. He did know how to throw a party."

"The long and the short of it seems that you're good at killing things that don't die easily. Always a useful talent."

Derek Khanata has posed:
The African listens to Selene's explanation impassively, nodding along as she unveils another layer of conspiracy, another secret history, to the already-complex world that he faces day-to-day. At the end of the speech, he grins.

"It appears, then, that we are of a kind. You see, the Howlers are monsters hunting the same. If these werewolves pose a threat, then you have our support. In the short-term, however, there is a pressing matter in Mexico which could lead to the end of the human race. Would you be able to manage an overnight flight?"

Khanata considers Blood's counsel with mock seriousness, nodding gravely. "Wise words, Blood. I am certain you have me pegged."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy had already lit his cig and was taking a long drag, letting the smoke billow up into the ceiling as he stepped backward to lean against one of the pillars. He didn't have as much to contribute to the sale as the others here, but when he spoke to Selene, he looked her straight in the eye, his tail idly 'thwapping' against the pillar behind him. Tails, who could ever predict them?

    "I stand by what I said earlier, if your intent is to save people from monsters, then we've got the same goal. You don't have to accept, you don't have to go with us, but I've seen you in action. And I know that you can easily help us, the way that we can help you with this problem."

Ghost Rider (Blaze) has posed:
Johnny seems to listen further. War between a particular group of werewolves and the Vampires? Well, he isn't exactly surprised, per say, but he is somewhat intrigued. "I think you'll fit right in." Johnny cuts right in with his thoughts. "Like they've said, it's kinda our job to fight these kinds of things. So, maybe we can go a little 50/50?"

A glance is given to Derek. "Help us out, and we can help you." his eyes glance to Jason then....what is up with that guy?

Selene (Underworld) has posed:
The proposal is made and the Vampire gives the men before her all another look. She settles her eyes first on Jason. "Killing is an artform, its a skill like any other... it requires you to practice it, refine it, and then master it... less you end up on the floor in place of whomever your target was." She glances then to the others. "Its also something I'm not particularly proud of. I do it for a reason. To me it is vengeance for the atrocities these werewolves committed many years ago. I'll see them all wiped away, to spare others from living what I've had to live."

Her eyes come to settle upon Derek then and she nods once at him. "If your feel that your mission is associated to mine, or that it is something we can wrap up in a timely fashion, then its possible I can come along. I can bring others of my people with me if you're in need of more support as well. But if its successful, then we've entered into a relationship, one where I might call upon all of you... to thusly help my people with our own, situations."

Etrigan (Jason Blood) has posed:
Jason Blood shakes his head, "You should take pride in your work. Even if it leaves your hands bloody. Maybe especially so. You're going to pay a price for it either way. Might as well enjoy it," he says with a shrug.

He pinches the filter of his cigarette, flicking the butt off the platform and onto the tracks. "Mutual backscratching is usually how this stuff works. Though you might not always want my help if you call for it. Best make sure the need's dire," he says. "Not a threat, just...the way things are. I'm not a very nice person. You may have guessed."

Derek Khanata has posed:
"Glad to hear it, Selene. I suspect you'll be quite an asset to the team. Once we've got everything squared away on our end, I'll send along the time of the rendezvous along with coordinates and a sitrep. Blood's going to be conducting an intelligence-gathering mission before the assault, so I'll hopefully have more for you then."

Khanata extends his hand for a shake and grins wryly, "Welcome to the team, Howler."

"Okay, I won't take up any more of your time--it is obviously valuable. I would appreciate it if you kept me abreast of any major developments down here, give me a chance to have my team prepped if things start to jump off."

"Now, if you'll excuse me," The Wakandan places a hand on Johnny's shoulder, "I need to have a word with one of my Commandos. We'll speak again soon, I'm sure."

Khanata maneuvers the group towards the stairs as he explains to Johnny the importance of military discipline in an operation. The scene fades to black.