7441/Lurking with the Losers

Lurking with the Losers
Date of Scene:	08 May 2019
Location:	Bar with No Name
Synopsis:	Blackout goes to the Bar With No Name for nostalgic reasons. Meets up with Enchantress; not the one in green.
Cast of Characters:	Enchantress (Moone), Blackout

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Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    Sitting in a booth at the back of the bar where she can keep an eye on everyone coming and going is the Enchantress. Not the Asgardian one, the cool one. She caresses her long stemmed glass of white wine casually, while licking her lips. Her eyes scan back and forth, taking everything in like a black cat of demonic grace and presence. So far everyone was avoiding her, knowing who she had been hanging around lately.

    Picking up the glass, June takes a sip, and lets the cool fluid drizzle down her throat a bit at a time. Her fingernails were painted black, and her fingers were long, with only two of them touching the glass. Her hat was beside her at this time, not on her head, and her amulet gleams in the light from the bar, highlighting her very pale flesh.

Blackout has posed:
    Approaching 11pm. It's raining outside. Then again, isn't it always rain or overcast or something grimey outside such a seedy place. This place; the 'Bar With No Name'. A villain hangout. Always secret. Always mobile and in many citys. Tonight we find several costumed villains occupying booths, tables, playing pool, throwing darts, watching a game and playing other sorts of games (cards, trivia, etc). The bartender is slinging drinks. A darkforce (black) portal opens in a darker corner of the room and out walks Blackout. He is dressed in his costume and the first thing that is heard is "SELLOUT!", then "TRAITOR" a a few beer bottles are thrown at him by various patrons.

    The bartender says, "Hold up guys, no conflict here."

    Blackout holds up his hands, "Hey hey.... I'm not here for trouble. I'm just missin the old stomping grounds and I ain't no rat."

Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    Now that arrival got her attention. Watching the situation play out, Enchantress smiles and places her wine glass back down on the table as though forgetting it was even there. Her deep green eyes study this "man in black" for a moment, and then she says, "Leave him alone." The quiet, almost "lethal" force behind her words silences everyone. They all stop, take a look at her, many of them with fear, and then they go back to their normal routines. Leaving Blackout alone.

    "We are all of disreputable backgrounds my friends..." her voice almost purrs with venom "...and it is always appropriate to be polite to others of similar...feelings. Isn't that right, Blackout?"

Blackout has posed:
    The full face mask covers the grin that he displays as he looks through the darkness (of the mask) toward the Enchantress. He intones, smile heard in his voice, "Totally right. See fellas. The goth chick is totally right. Polite to others... we all have feelings. Mine were just conflicted for a bit."

    Blackout walks to the bar, keeping his right side more open toward the Enchantress as his left elbow leans against the bar. He says, "Hey Deke, gimmie a tap." and he slides over a few bills. His covered face continues looking toward the Enchantress. Not at all knowing who she is.

Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    "Conflicted. I can certainly emphasise with that. I have those as well. Conflicted feelings." Enchantress studies the man as he walks to the bar, and then looks at her. She allows herself a half smile, and adds a disinterested expression to that. Her eyes flicker from Blackout, to the others in the bar, to Blackout, and to her glass.

    With a smooth motion, she takes another drink, and then closes her eyes, as though bored. Her mouth whispers words of an ancient language as though in a small trance.

Blackout has posed:
    Blackout will break from the bar with mug in hand. The super suit he wears is made entirely out of darkforce. It fades from around his mouth and he takes a drink as he moves to the place where Enchantress sits. He stands there, next to the empty place opposite her. "I'm Blackout. Mind if I join you?" - In a somewhat polite, courteous tone.

Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    Without opening her eyes, Enchantress waves towards the empty seat. "If you must." Then, she does open her eyes, and picks up her glass for another sip of the wine. Her frown is obvious as she regards the man for a few moments. "Neat trick. Allowing the dark force to move so you can drink. If that is the correct term?"

    Leaning back in the chair, her voice lowers slightly, as though sharing a consipratorial whisper. "If you do not know already, I am the Enchantress."

Blackout has posed:
    Blackout takes a seat across from her. He places his mug (held in left hand) onto the table and he leans back. His left arm remains on the table, holding the mug by the glass itself, not the handle. His hands, entire body, is coated with the darkforce. It offers padding and some design, not like a spandex coating, but more like cut leather without stitches. And somewhat difficult to discern lines since it is completely black.

    His eyes are also obscured. Though his caucasian mouth clearly visualized as he speaks with an upper west coast accent. Or lack thereof. "Thanks. This stuff comes in pretty useful. And yeah, Darkforce. So, Enchantress. Great name... but isn't that copyrighted by the Asgardian mystic? I mean, I'd hate to step on her, or your toes..."

Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    The Enchantress looks at the man for several seconds before saying anything. Her eyes look him over, as though feeling out what this "darkforce" stuff was. Ignoring his attempted barb, Enchantress shrugs, and says, "I was around way before the Asgardian. For her, it is a nickname. Amora is her name. For me...my name is Enchantress. Or, the word translated into english. After all, I was around before the Earth was even here."

    Curling her fingers around her wine glass, she finishes it off, and signals Deke for another. He nods and starts pouring the glass full of white wine, almost before she even asks. Her gaze then returns to Blackout. "So...what can I help you with? Or were you feeling polite because of my...assistance earlier?"

Blackout has posed:
    Against the wall, more behind Blackout where he cannot see them; Firebrand and Mirage are standing with their backs to the wall looking in the general direction of Blackout. They're conspiring something. Though the rules are clear in this place, there is no in-fighting allowed. The bouncers will bounce if that happens. So their words are likely 'wait till later' or something along those lines.

    The darkforce is an interdimensional substance by her best regards. Something that can be tapped into via magic. It also has an essence that implies that it is part of a greater sentience. Albeit that sentience is within the Darkforce Dimension proper.

    Blackout hears the words she expresses and states, "I meant no disrespect. I was just curious. Amora... she's a real peach." The last implication is said with sarcasm as if he has disdain for the woman. Then he adds, "I'm really not looking for anything. Figured I'd join you just to maybe say, 'thanks' or, 'how ya doin?'. But really, never been good at the small talk and having agendas. Hence the reason I've always been a second stringer or henchman when it comes to the villain community and a science tech in the professional circles."

Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    "Fair enough." Enchantress takes a sip of her newly arrived glass of wine. Waving her fingers, a large amount of money floats towards Deke, who nods, takes it, and disappears back to his place behind the bar. Obviously the wine she was drinking was not a $20 bottle. "I am doing well. Thank you for asking." Her smile warms slightly, from frigid, to "Killer Frost" level.

    "Oh, don't be so down on yourself. I have heard you have been all over the place. Including working for the good guys once in a while, as per our initial meeting and the comments from the peanut gallery." Yes, she meant that. "A sciency type, my my! Fascinating!" Her strange accent is tough to place, but it is obvious that it was not June Moone talking now.

    "Well. You have a pair of admirers. Obviously, you have already seen them, right? I believe they are, let's see." Enchantress squints, and says, "Firebrand and Mirage. Second stringers. Oooo! You'd be on their level then!" She giggles, a tinge of cold and dark.

Blackout has posed:
    "Oh boy." He states with a slight tone of annoyance regarding the admirers out of his sight. But he does consider their names and recognizes them by reputation.

    He offers the return to the original topic and segues there, "Not down on myself as much as I'm really not like Zemo, Doom, Doc Ock, Leader, or Egghead. I don't have these big mechanizations going through my head for world domination. I'm just looking for a paycheck that's not 'science tech' chump change. I'd say 'you know how it is'. But I sorta doubt it since you've been around since the dawn of time. Or somesuch." He pauses and course corrects, "No offence intended. Just reiterating your earlier statement."

Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    "Interesting." Enchantress sips her wine, and sighs, obviously enjoying it. "Well now, if you need my help, I can certainly make them think you are still here while you slip out. At least for a little while. Might avoid the messy combat. Unless you want the fight, in which case, I wish you the best of luck!"

    As Enchantress takes another sip, she smiles. "Oh, I don't take offense. You never have to apologize with me. Say how you feel and think. I have a tough skin!" A cold chuckle follows. "I understand your intentions pretty well. After all, we're having a great chat, getting to know each other. I am with you though! No big machinations! Just enjoying life, and observing how everyone behaves."

Blackout has posed:
    The two nefarious criminals (of the whole lot) remain against that particular wall discussing their nefarious intentions.

    Blackout says, "Thanks... but I'm pretty good at slipping out of places without issue. Darkforce and all that. And you're right... no big machinations. Just two people talking about nothing in particular. Speaking of.. So you've been around for a while. Doesn't life get boring after so long? I can't wrap my head around immortality. But it seems like it would get pretty stale after a few hundred years."

Enchantress (Moone) has posed:
    Enchantress's lips meet the wine glass one more time as she drains it in one gulp, leaving her lipstick on the rim. Smacking her lips lightly, she sighs once more. "Deke has really been outshining himself with his wine selections lately. He must like me." Her gaze finds Blackout's face once more.

    "Immortality is always fresh when you share it with others. I try not to think about it too much. After all, it can be challenging with one lifetime, let alone many." Her eyes find the two leaning against the back wall, and with a look and a shake of her head, she sends them a not-so-subtle signal. Not this time.

    "Well. I really must fly." Enchantress gets an amused expression. "I promise, no brooms." A laugh like the tinkling of glasses follows. "It has been an interesting chat. We must do this again. Soon." Concentrating, her eyes grow distant, as though looking at a place far in the distance...and then she is gone, the only evidence of her there was the wine glass, and the temperature of the area going down to about -10 degrees for a few seconds. Where she went must be very, very cold.

Blackout has posed:
    Blackout was about to say something just before she vanished. His lips opened, but then poof. Gone in a tick. He sort of gets the chill of her departure and the coolness it created. Then he looks around at all the people in the bar and thinks about how he's missed this life. And not missed it all the same.