7248/The 'Vampire' and the 'Werewolf'

The 'Vampire' and the 'Werewolf'
Date of Scene:	16 April 2019
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Wolfsbane, Black Queen

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Wolfsbane has posed:
Evening in the big city, and there is a young woman on her way through the Upper East Side. Where she was coming from, that much is not clear yet. However, her attire might cause her to stand out a bit. Maybe she was coming from some sort of medieval/renaissance function or event. Who knows? There's a little bit of everything to do in this city.

Skin is pale, hair very red. Nearly silent steps bring her in the vicinity of the walkup to the Hellfire Club itself, which gets a brief and wary glance. Rahne's steps continue, but she's got her eyes open on her surroundings.

Black Queen has posed:
Coming from the other direction, a few blocks away, Selene is walking down the same city street though she's got in one hand a crystal glass. It's a wine glass to be specific and it's just a little less than a third of the way full. She's sipping from it as she walks, and then holding it up like all pretentious rich people do.

For anyone with heightened senses, Selene's wine smells rather... old. Stale, even, if wine stales. It's a dark color, but it is off putting for one with normal senses let alone someone with heightened senses. And she stops in her walk to just kind of smirkishly stare at Rahne as she's coming closer and looking over her outfit a bit. She doesn't say anything just yet, but her eyes follow the woman as she stops in the middle of New York sidewalk traffic. However, people do not run into her, they seem to move around her veering to go to the sides of her and then continue down the sidewalk.

Wolfsbane has posed:
For the moment, the enhanced senses are at bay. Rahne's ability to pick out scents, sounds, and so on are as normal as anyone else's. Sometimes, in this busy, noisy, bustling, and smelly city, it's more tolerable for her.

It's also not every day one spots somebody just walking along with a glass of wine in hand down the sidewalk. Jostled a little bit by a few people in passing, Rahne seeks the relative safety of a little alcove in the sidewalk created by the fronting to the Hellfire Club. From there, the woman in red is picked out, given a tilt of the head, a lingering look at the smirking she receives. Given their paths, they may end up close enough to cross.

Black Queen has posed:
Someone just stopped in front of the Hellfire club? And she's fashionably... unfashionable. As Selene spots this she lets out a little huff and starts walking in the direction of Rahne. She offers a smile that doesn't touch her eyes, and she looks down her nose at the shorter woman, especially given the heels in Selene's boots. "Excuse me, but you are perhaps stopping the clientele who would venture into this fine establishment from wanting to enter." And she just sips her wine from the crystal glass she holds, and looks back over the woman. "Perhaps you might like this... Pub down the way. It is Irish or Scottish, one of the two, which are practically the same anyhow, but you understand."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne's not really keeping anyone from getting in - nobody is taking a turn to head in there just this moment - but nobody can say that for sure. "Och, excuse me. I just needed a moment tae catch muh breath. It's a bit busy oot here," the shorter woman explains, a glance cast from Selene toward the building itself. Familiar? Perhaps..it is. But, at the suggestion she's given her green eyes shift back to the wine-sipping woman. Her expression thins out somewhat. "First o' all, I dinna drink. Second, I'm Scots an' we're nothin' like th' Irish."

Black Queen has posed:
"You are Scottish, and you do not drink?" Selene questions lightly as she keeps that smirk on her face. "Well, you see. These... people, out here are not guests to this fine establishment that is at your back." Comments the woman in red but she takes a moment, to sip some more of her glass of wine, before continuing to speak. "You see, someone who -is- a guest though, may very well like to venture within. Upon seeing you, however, they may wonder if this is indeed the very same Hellfire Club they were at just yesterday or... have we somehow up and relocated ourselves down the street."

And then she smiles a bit wider, "Of course you are a lot like the Irish. You share an ancestry not too long past. Both bred by the English, however forceably." She waves a hand dismissively at that idea, "And gaelic, what a... well, language, shall we say?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
The redhead, her hair roughly the same color as Selene's jacket, frowns. "No' all o' us drink, nae. I grew up taught tha' drunks are sinners," Rahne explains, perhaps giving a bit of insight into the way she is, what the other woman might be dealing with. All the same, with the chiding taking place about where she chose to stop, she begins to inch her way back toward the flow of traffic along the sidewalk.

"I'm sure th' Hellfire Club is no' muh kind o' place, either. Maybe ye're right an' I should just move along," she supposes, rolling a shoulder in a shrug. She returns a flat look at the comparisons and similarities drawn between the people from the more northern areas of the United Kingdom, but she finds she has nothing to add to that. Body language suggests someone trying to figure out how to further react to this.

Black Queen has posed:
"Oh, well, a marvelous idea." And Selene turns to start walking down the sidewalk with Rahne, "Getting drunk is interesting. But allow me to escort, I mean, walk you down the street to that charming Scottish bar I was talking about." And she is starting to move with Rahne, "Come along. No one will bother you. Sinners, you say? Some variety of Christian? Are they still teaching that Hell is for people, or have they finally gone back to their original writings?" She questions, and being close enough to Selene to be 'walking with' her has its advantages as people part as she moves.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne is clear in saying, "I'm no' interested in drinking unless it's water or some juice." In this, she sounds adamant that she will not be having anything alcoholic whatsoever, an actual look of determination in her expression to go with the words. Regardless, it gets the two away from the entrance to the Hellfire Club, a few more steps taken into the crowd as they make space. She's got a pair of flat-soled black shoes on, looking comfortable in them. Whether the goal is the place mentioned or something else, only Selene will know that answer.

"I'm Scots Presbyterian, actually, an' aye, Hell is where sinners end up." That, if nothing else, is something she definitely learned a lot about, or rather, was told of over and over again. She keeps a wary eye on the woman.

Black Queen has posed:
"Ahhh, so this group, of yours, they are teaching you all the incorrect things about the Bible. Great." Selene mentions and sips at her wine again, as she continues moving. "You do realize that Hell was a place created by God for Angels. There's not actually anywhere in the Bible that says Sinners will go there." And she smiles a little, looking over at Rahne, "Selene's my name, by the way. Or Miss Gallio if you prefer." Her steps sway and swagger in her high-heeled boots, and still holding out her crystal glass. "Perhaps other things you've been taught are less than accurate. The Egyptians drank a beer concoction because the water was so foul, from centuries of ... well, unsanitary practices. It smelled atrocious."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne begins to bristle at what she's told. Imagine hackles going up, had she any at the moment. But then, part of her controls her reaction as she runs a hand through her hair, tied in a ponytail down to about the middle of her back. "I..have since come tae realize tha' maybe a wee bit o' whit I was told may no' have been th' whole story," she admits, quickly adding, "But tha' does no' mean I'm interested in alcohol or any sort o' drugs. An' th' water we have today is perfectly safe...Selene."

Still, she looks very doubtful about the idea that Hell was actually a place for Angels. It goes against everything she's been taught and read, and she squints at the jacketed woman. Perhaps a change of subject is in order. "Yuir jacket looks nice, by th' way."

Black Queen has posed:
The comment about water is mentioned, "Well, I was pointing it out because there is some manner of safety in drinking. All of the Egyptians are not drunks, or sinners." And then she continues, "Plus, is there not that little ritual that you do in Church. With the crackers, pretending that is flesh, and the wine, pretending that is blood." A little sip for the rest of her glass, finishing it off, and Selene just tosses the glass so that it shatters across the sidewalk with a loud crash.

The compliment to her jacket though, derails her conversation, as Selene smiles more genuinely, "Well, it should. It would have cost someone like you 75 thousand dollars. It is a one of a kind. The skirt, and the boots are quite expensive as well. Each made by different head designers at only the top fashion brands of the world."

Wolfsbane has posed:
It seems the Scottish woman isn't looking too interested in further discussion about Biblical things, in large part because Selene apparently has an answer to everything she says. Who wouldn't be frustrated by that, especially if she lacks the knowledge to respond further? "It's just..ye know, how they do it." A fairly weak response, there.

Two things take Rahne very much out of that mindset. First, it's the casual lobbing of the glass that leaves a mess on the ground. "Ye just..why would ye do tha'?" she blurts, gesturing before the hand angles back toward the coat. "..ye're lying. Nae clothing costs tha' much. There's just nae way."

Black Queen has posed:
The bible conversation goes away. Selene is smart, and arrogant, and unashamed about expressing those things even if it might hurt someone eles'e sfeelings. But the conversation shifts and Selene looks over at Rahne and wonders, "No, it probably actually costs more than that. The designer was one of the leaders of fashion from Dolce and Cabbana. Though tragically, his life was cut short not long after making this jacket. It fits perfectly. It is softer than a baby's flesh." She smiles at that and just runs a few fingers along the leather.

"Why would you not believe it is worth so much? I understand that it is probably a lot for... you, but it is just another piece. You should really see my collection of jewelry if you think that is expensive." Selene brags.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne's mouth just sort of works its way open and closed at the comparison drawn as far as what the jacket feels like. "I'll take yuir word for tha' one," she murmurs, stuffing her hands somewhere within the folds of her own outfit, which looks /nice/ enough but, well, it's nowhere close to that pricey. In fact, the way the woman holds her wealth over her like that, at least as far as Rahne perceives it, leads to her beginning to close in on herself as her eyes shift forward, staying there. "I'm no' really interested in seeing yuir jewelry collection, but thank ye anyway," comes her response. She increases her pace slightly, perhaps as a way to begin to distance herself from the woman. "An' it was nice meeting ye," she lies, "But I was on muh way home an' I should be getting back tae tha'. Have fun in yuir club." This is her looking for an excuse to move along.

Black Queen has posed:
As Rahn starts to run off, Selene just kind of stops walking. She's accomplished her task, to sweep the rubbish away from the club of elite socialites. She's also gotten a compliment, and been able to brag about her clothing. Smiling, the narcissistic raven-haired woman turns and starts walking back to her club. Allowing the excuse to really go unanswered other than by a small finger wiggle wave over her shoulder.