7182/Temptation Waits

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Temptation Waits
Date of Scene: 09 April 2019
Location: Salem Center, Westchester, New York
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Wolfsbane, Satana




Wolfsbane has posed:
Salem Center, not far from Xavier's. In need of some entertainment away from the mansion, and with business of her own to take care of anyway, Wolfsbane's taken the scenic route through the woods to reach the outskirts of the town. There are a number of shops, some familiar, some not so much down streets she doesn't normally take, but it's yet to be determined which places she has in mind - she hasn't got that far yet.

The woman is dressed in her usual attire, though the wolfen features are a little more subtle than normal. Still pointed ears, minimal claws, but the fur is rather thin and flat-soled slip-on style shoes adorn her feet. Red hair is tied back in a ponytail.

Satana has posed:
Being the Princess of Hell brings with it no small amount of power, and expectations. Grand things, evil plots, machinations. The luring of souls to their eternal damnation, and the bringing of the world to ruin.

Sometimes? You just need a break.

So, Satana Hellstrom has found herself somewhat north of the city. There are mystic fluctuations here, and that's really all it takes to get her interest. So she is, at the moment, poking about. It's that poking where she senses someone, coming through the woods. Old fairy tales, the darker sort, float through her mind, and her curiosity is piqued. A few words fall sibilantly from her full lips; invocations of magic, as energies wrap around her. Not so much invisibility as a more mental compulsion; do not notice what is here.

After all, seeing what the pieces are is the first part of any game.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Being gifted with enhanced senses, even right now, it might be a reasonable precaution for the other woman to take in order to mask her appearance one way or another. As it is now, Wolfsbane is only a block or so from the treeline, path taking her along a sidewalk toward a street corner. She stands out a bit from the rest given her choice of clothing and its coloration, but she is apparently unbothered by it. This area is part of what she considers home, and people around here are familiar with some of the nearby residents.

That being the case, those magical energies, for the time being, work to keep the wolfen mutant from looking back that way. Other things could bring that about, but Satana herself is not going to be the cause of it.

Satana has posed:
Satana considers. Innocent little wanderer. The girl might not get a second look from most, but there's an aura of faith about her that the demoness can't help but notice. It makes it challenging. It makes it a /game/. And right now, a little game to occupy her time seems just the thing.

She pulls on her own demonic nature. Changing her appearance is virtually effortless for her, and called for here. Not much, mind you. She keeps her own blood-red hair, but reduces the length, from swaying near her calves, to a more "believable" waist-length. Her form, she's too proud to change without need, so her figure she leaves alone. The changes are all in her face. Age sloughs from her, not that the prideful succubus would ever look /old/. But she drops from her mid twenties to a cusp somewhere between her very late teens, and her very early twenties.

Just a bit older than Rahne herself, of course.

Subtle nudgings of feature, here and there. She goes from looking to have no ethnicity, to mirroring that of Rahne; a young woman of Irish descent.

Sadly, her lovely latex bodysuit would be a bit much here. So instead, fabric respins. A snug, figure-hugging top, a scoop-neck sweater (in white, of course, for the irony), a black leather mid-thigh skirt that's just a /touch/ too short for true "respectability", though far longer than the scandalous lengths she might choose otherwise. And, of course, heels. Can't be without them, though she reduces the height to only 3", sleek little pumps.

So accessorized, and cloaked under her magic still, she moves to just around the corner Rahne is approaching, only then to drop the concealment. A chance encounter, rather than a predator hunting, seems about the speed here.

Wolfsbane has posed:
The guise is a creative one, that's for sure. Only once Wolfsbane has reached that corner, spotted the young woman of a similar age and, in some ways, appearance to her, does she stop and consider what she's seeing. It's a good enough fakery that there's nothing to tip off or give away the fact Satana is /not/ this stranger, though a curious enough expression takes form in the wolfen one.

"Och, hullo. I dinna think I've seen ye around here before. Are ye new tae th' area?" she asks, that accent very, very much Scottish, no doubt about that. Yes, this one does hold a strong faithful side to her, but it does not outwardly show just yet. Looking over the other woman, there are some elements that are certainly more impressive looking than Rahne's figure, but all people are created differently. It's the white sweater mixed with the leathery skirt and the modest heels that get a look up and down, and of course the similarity in hair color is noted.

Satana has posed:
Satana makes certain that her own apparently pace and stride /nearly/ brings her bumping into Rahne. She pulls up short, her balance seeming to wobble a bit dangerously, though in truth she can move in heels migh higher than this as if she were born to them.

"Oh, I'm so sorry there!" She leaves a touch, just a ghostly hint, of an accent to her tone; Irish rather than Rahne's Scottish. Perhaps first generation American, raised by Irish parents, or perhaps just spent a childhood there, but more of her life here in America.

"Not usually from quite this neck of the woods. Down from the city." No need to ask which; this close to New York, "The City" means only one thing. "First year of college and all. Slowly ranging out, learning the area and all that." A wry smile quirks full lips. "You're Scottish." she says, emphasizing the obvious. "Didn't expect to bump into someone from across the pond. Almost literally!"

Wolfsbane has posed:
As they come so close to making contact with each other, Wolfsbane's nimble reflexes are suddenly on display as she sort of hop-steps to one side with almost no effort required. She begins an apology at the same time she receives one, picking up on the faint Irish compared to her stronger brogue. "It's all right. Nae harm done. Muh mind must ha' been off in another place." She'd thought she was going to come up short of the other woman regardless, but apparently she'd misjudged their proximity to each other when she first started speaking.

"Ah, doon th' way then," she nods, as if that explains a lot. "Well, Salem Center is a verra nice place. Quiet an' peaceful tae be sure. If ye're thinking o' th' area, ye could do worse. An' aye, I'm Scots." Closer to 'ah'm Scots' than otherwise, the way it comes out. "Muh name's Rahne."

Satana has posed:
Drat. Her hope was that the Scots girl would reach out to steady her. Ahh, well. More a mouse than a lion. Easy enough to adjust for. She smiles as Rahne introduces herself, and gives a name of her own in return. Not her REAL name, of course. "Satana Hellstrom" is a little too on-the-nose when you're dealing with people in a covert fashion.

"You can call me Siobhan. Siobhan Hunt." she gives, with a smile. "Seems a lot more quiet than the city. You go to school here? High school?" she guesses, as she lets eyes drift over Rahne, presumably to judge her age.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Blame Wolfsbane for being too quick to react. It happens. Just means the woman in disguise will have to figure out something else. Her head inclines in a nod, the name certainly sounding Irish enough to her. "Nice tae meet ye. An' aye, much quieter than' th' bigger cities. No' as many people, still some, ah, smells an' things tha' are no' th' best, but more trees around which I like."

She gestures toward those woods, but based on what she's said, it seems that appearance is a little more than just cosmetic. "I graduated basic high school schooling no' too long ago." Yet, she looks like she could be a couple years younger than that, possibly all the way down to mid-teens thanks to her small stature.

Satana has posed:
The name's as much fiction as any of this, and yet she couldn't avoid putting in little jokes. "Hunt", since she was on one, and "Siobhan", meaning "God is gracious"...a fun little opposite to her own normal "Satana".

"Not from a big city yourself, back home? And sorry to guess you wrong; you look a touch on the young side!" The words are all carefully chosen. Learn more, remind her of home, and just a touch of insecurity provoking without being "mean girl" about it at all. It's clear...this is going to be a fun game.