9216/Rooftop Greeting.

Rooftop Greeting.
Date of Scene:	16 September 2019
Location:	China Basin, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Daken, Silk

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Daken has posed:
Its midnight in Gotham City. Crime is no doubt running rampant, but Daken has apparently decided that there are enough costumed vigilante out tonight to put anything that rises up quickly to bed. So, Daken sits on the edge of a rooftop, clearly not contemplating his own demise considering he looks out into the rest of the city.

He wonders where a particular spider-lady happens to be swinging. But he doubts he'd see her again. After all, despite the animalistic urges he felt with her, she made it pretty clear that she wanted little to do with him.

...at least where companionship is concerned.

He -almost- pulls out a cigarette, but refrains.

Silk has posed:
    Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Evil likes to come out a night so its no wonder that Cindy is on her way back from a rather messy round up of criminals. She's made it out with a gunshot graze and a bloody nose. Everything already on the mend the dark outline of her shape can be seen as she passes through a brigher portion fo the city skyline.

    China Basin is not so far from her home and her path crosses before the rooftop that Daken sits on. A moment later her senses something familiar and nearly misses her next line. There is a cry of momentary panic as she starts to fall and then..

FWIP!

    She rises back up and lands on the side of the building next to his. "You." She says looking across at him.

Daken has posed:
Daken looks across the way when he sees an itsy bitsy spider falling out of the water spout. He gives her a grin. "Hey there beautiful. You uh...you take a good one to the face? Hope you gave as good as you got." He invites her over by patting the empty space beside him. "Room for one more, if you want."

He looks ahead back at the city. "The city looks amazing this time of night anyway. You could use the rest, or do I smell that terrible?' He tries to be a little humorous with her.

Silk has posed:
    One black clad hand lifts to wipe at her nose which is still bleeding some. "Crisis averted. I will heal fully within a day," she says and considers him. That dark mask over her eyes just rests around them. Her dark hair free and flowing down to her shoulders. Her head tilts and she considers his offer before she turns upon the opposite buidling crouched against it with her back to him. SHe adjusts with a glance over her shoulder and with a powerful thrust of feet to building she flips backwards, legs coming overhead and she lands on her back end but slightly past the lip of the building.

    This ends a rather hilarious way.

    Her clothed backend slides off the lip and tumbles her onto her back of the building if she doesn't catch herself first.

Daken has posed:
When Daken sees her wipe the blood off of her face, Daken chuckles for a brief moment. "Atta girl." But imagine his surprise when Cindy attempts to show off by performing a backflip and ends up overshooting her target. Noticing that this is just plain not good, Daken reaches to try and stop her immediate descent.

"Woah!' Yes, Daken attempts to help her. Save her life really, even if she can stick to walls by applying the right amount of pressure.

"You know, we should really stop meeting like this." Daken teases her.

Silk has posed:
    Her descent back is stopped and Cindy reaches up her own hand to grasp and lock onto his arm. It gives them a moment to breathe and a strong grip. She gets herself up beside him and quickly wipes at her face again. Dark eyes within that mask look over at him and she clears her throat, offering a wry smile. "Right...all good here." The wound at her arm from the bullet glistens with blood still, the flesh torn open but seemingly its already healing to a slow trickle.

    "What brought you back here?" She asks finally now that she's no longer embarrassing herself.

Daken has posed:
Daken looks at Cindy as he pulls her up beside him, his eyes glancing down to the wound at her arm as he catches the liquid in the moonlight. He moves his hand to investigate, if she allows him. "Does it hurt?" He asks her softly, eyes shifting back up to her own.

As for what brought him back to this lovely city of Gotham, Daken smirks. "Maybe I just wnated to see my favorite spider again. Is that so hard to believe?"

Pheromones activate against their own will, and the tension exists through the air.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy's instinct is to put some distance between him and the wound but that would mean getting up and moving. She's tense but allows it as her eyes lift to him and then look back down. "It hurts," she admits faintly, her own fingers lifting to touch it as red still smears across her face from her nose.

    "Back here for me.." she says and glances up at him once more. Her gaze lingers a moment and then she rolls her shoulder to get the wound out of focus. "There is nothing pretty about Gotham at any time of day," she admits and shakes her head, dark hair moving about her face as her chin dips to lok below them.

Daken has posed:
His fingers then move from her wound, and instead rest on her knee, while the other moves to lift her chin so that he can guide her face to look upon his own. "Back here specifically for you." Daken whispers to her, his heart beating faster as his words bring forth even further of that which binds them. He'll even try to move a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"To me, the only beautiful thing about this city is in front of me." He starts to lean in already then, perhaps so he could be closer. "What do you think is the best part about this city?"

Silk has posed:
    The touch at her knee and then the hand turning her chin causes Silk to go still. "Daken," she begins to say as she offers him a faint but conflicted smile. Her dark eyes narrow behind that mask when her head turns to meet his gaze. A brow arches over her mask and she breathes in sharply.

    "Now you are attempting to flatter and sweet talk," she quickly quips. The leaning has her far hand going out to the rooftop to support herself as she curls her fingers there, spreading her blood against the surface. "I..uh...well daytime?" she considers quickly before adding with a bit more thought. "The people just wanting a peaceful place to live and not giving up on this cesspool."

Daken has posed:
"Is it working?" Daken tells her playfully. The pheromones work harder, as they always do. Her mere presence near him sends the very concept into a frenzy. Though he doesn't feel her pulling away from him. He does feel her support herself, and his hand moves from her hair to perhaps cup her neck, but he doesn't try to choke her. But its clear his path is charm.

"I think I would agree with you. Its nice to be in a place where you can live peacefully...in a nice...calm...way."

He perhaps tries to lean more fully in to see if his lips find purchase. But he tests the waters, see if she would even want such a thing.

Silk has posed:
    Silk's eyes dart around, that strange sense of interaction she gets from years away in the bunker is accented oddly with his attempts to charm her. She stares at him, eyes widening as she keeps silent while his hand waters up her neck and rest there.

    "Always better to be somewhere without need of vigilantes," she agrees quietly only to look away. This in fact causes his lean to be missed so that when she turns her head back to say something to him and lift her hand up to his at her neck he catches her lips mid part. There is an mmmph that quickly rises from her in surprise.

Daken has posed:
Daken catches her lips, the suddenness of it surprising even him. But if she allows, he keeps his hand right where it is, supporting her face as his own lips part in response to her own parted lips that he managed to catch in his kiss.

Which means that this kiss, unlike their previous, might have a bit more...passion to it. Unless Cindy decides to free herself, which she could at any moment since she's stronger than him physically. But he continues the motion.

In a way, they are both trapped. But Daken might be the only one enjoying it.

Silk has posed:
    Shock quickens her heart beat an Cindy feels his lips part to match her own. Her fingers curl and tighten on his wrist. That hand at her neck is about to jerked away as she tilts her head back. "What..what are you doing..." she asks him, unable to lean further without rolling away. Her dark eyes dart beneath that mask, searching his face as close as it is. She slowly draws his hand down and free of her neck as she swallows while heat rushes her cheeks.

    She growls at him a bit and without warning the not so socially adjusting Silk lifts her hands and grasps at his shoulders. With a roll of her hip she sends him back onto the roof with her atop him as she presses him down. "You...why?"

Daken has posed:
Daken feels himself be practically ripped away from Cindy while she apparently wraps her legs around him and shifts them over so that Daken lands hard on his back against the hard cement with Silk on top of him. His eyes look deeply into her own. as She demands an answer of why.

"Do you not feel it too?" He doesn't try and reach for her, but his eyes remain directly onto her own. "Everything about you drives me crazy. Your eyes...your hair...your lips." His heart beat faster at the shock and rush of it all. "Your pheromones...my pheromones." Pheromones that strive harder, tempting both of them to either continue or try and kill one another. Whichever comes first, or last.

Silk has posed:
    Hissing at him as he speaks, Cindy narrows her gaze behind that mask, letting out a long breath. "I told you already," she rumbles out. Fingers close and press her thumb into his throat. She sucks in a breath and then exhales slowly as allows her hand to slowly settle into place at his neck. There is a squeeze as she restricts some of his air flow but not not all.

    "Mine are supposed to work only...on Spiders.." she remarks, breathing in his own as she feels her face grow warm with the rush of it. Anger is working itself up as she stares down at him. "What are you?"

Daken has posed:
Daken feels her hand reach for his neck, her thumb to his throat but surprisingly enough, she doesn't squeeze. The light pressure feeling like revenge for what he did to her moments ago, but as she speaks, he feels a similar warmth move throughout his entire body as she seems to almost relax...even if she's about to punch his face in until its mush.

"I'm not a spider....but I'm like you. Only different. Mutant." He whispers to her. "My pheromones shouldn't work on you...but they do." He whispers to her as he stares up at her.

Silk has posed:
    Stubbornly she growls at him, "They are not working." Denial sits firm in her belief as she narrows her gaze on him. Cindy breathes in sharply, keeping her weight there against his throat, still letting him breathe. There is a wish not to kill in the moment. "So then what about those they work on? Are you ...are you trying to .." She struggles through the moment.

    "Wait a minute are you ..are you letting them out around me on purpose?!"

Daken has posed:
Daken stays down, his hands though do lift to wrap around her waist, and while this may be seen as a flirtatious advance, its more like so he could have a better chance of escaping the web of her form should she actively try to kill him. The question makes him chuckle.

"No. I have no control over my pheromones. I try to hide it with cologne, but with you...doesn't work, no matter how hard I try to hide it. And I don't know, they look like they're working, but why do yours work on me?" His eyes might be entrancing, inviting her. Instinct though is telling him that Cindy is dangerous...and she might choke the life out of him at any second.

Silk has posed:
    Her hand leaves his throat suddenly and grasps at his hand that goes to her waist, leaving one there. Instead of a piece of technology to release webs, her pointer and middle suddenly expend some sa she slams his wrist back and helps secure it his arm into place if he does not fight her. THWACK. If he does not fight her he will find his left arm to the side of his head and held down by strong silk.

    "You.." she hisses between her teeth. No pummeling him at the moment. Not yet anyways.

Daken has posed:
His hand pushed away and with silk webbing slamming his hand back to the ground and keeping it there, Daken knows he could just pop the claws out and that would certainly free him, but he's entranced by her too much to do anything. So now he is just trapped between a gorgeous woman and a literal hard place. But when she hisses between her teeth, Daken just keeps his eyes on hers.

"I..." he seems to repeat, unknowing of what she is going to say or what she wants to say. Needless to say, he's completely in her mercy.

Silk has posed:
    Secure at least in on hand she tears his other off in frustration and climbs to her feet quickly. She steps away from him then, nearly tripping but not running away. She merely moves further along the roof top and leaves him there pinned wheres she had tackled him. Her arms lift to cross at her stomach and Cindy lifts her chin, breathing in and out wildly in an attempt to calm instincts.

    "It should wear off in a few hours." Meaning the silk. She's not even fathomed that he could break free.

Daken has posed:
Daken is trapped! At least for the moment, but he watches her struggle to contain herself, her emotion. "Cindy." Daken whispers to her just so she could hear. He was right there...ready for the taking. Though he's tempted to break free so she'd try and come near again.

But he was also trying to breathe through it. But everything in his blood screamed that he needed her and he needed her right now. So, his hand starts to resist against the webbing.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy lifts her hands to her face then as he says her name and furrows her brows. She turns slightly to look back at him with one masked eye. A shake of her head and she takes a step forwards away from him. Hands come back to her side as she tilts her head one way and then the other, dispelling tension from her limbs as she flexes her fingers at her side.

    "You are persistent," she says, letting it start to roll off her shoulders as she glances up at the Gotham night sky.
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Daken has posed:
Daken seems to smile softly when she glances up at the night sky and calls him persistant. But he sees her struggle. Struggle like he's struggled. "I'm here." Daken says to her again in that seductive, suggestive tone. "Right here." Then?

SNIKT!

Adamantium claws emerge from one hand as he starts to sit up. "and pop goes the weasel." Daken says with a smile as he looks at Cindy. But she's not leaving. Not yet.

Silk has posed:
    The interaction with Daken, the way the city bleeds into her head with all manner of warnings, she caves for a moment and presses the heels of her hands against her temples. Its too loud and confusing and finally his last words draw her attention again, up through her lashes she looks as her head remains hung low. LOOSE?!

    She keeps her heels against her temples and stares at him, narrowing her gaze again before she winces some and turns away. She shakes her head, combing her fingers through her hair. Its just a bad headache. Breathing through it, she rumbles out. "Persistent."

Daken has posed:
Daken is indeed loose! But when he sees her still starting to struggle and struggle hard, an effort she seems to be inevitably losing, Daken SNIKTS again, the claws on his other hand emerging forth to break through the webbing as he gets up proper, the adamantium claws retracting back into the sheathes that are is arms. And he walks towards Cindy. If she doesn't move, she may yet find his hands reaching for her sides, to hold her. He might get an elbow right to the face for his efforts, but there he is.

"But present." He whispers to her, the same tone as his previous words.

Silk has posed:
    Blinded by her senses as the city settles in around her, Silk closes her eyes and squeezes her hands to her head, pressing and pressing until his hands are there and she tenses back up again. "You.." she says and turns then to face him. Her voice is low, dangerous as her hands press to her aching head. "I told you...and yet here you are," she says.

    She definitely told him. Quite clearly too. She breathes in and out, nostrils flaring as she closes her eyes, rubbing at her temples. "Persistent and selfish.."

Daken has posed:
Daken feels her shift and move in his arms until she's facing him directly. "You did tell me, and here I am." Daken says to her as her voice draws low and dangerous. Either she intends to kill him or she intends to welcome him. Whichever sounds better to her at the moment, though if she chooses the former, well...Daken has come back from things you definitely wouldn't expect anyone to come back from.

Then she calls him selfish, and he grins.

"Guilty..." he whispers, then he's leaning down again...once more tonight trying to claim Silk's lips with his own.

Silk has posed:
    That grin is enough for her, pressing the heel of her hand tighter against her temple as her heart pounds and Cindy winces some. Eyes close and she feels like she might strangle him for just being there. The world around her is blaring loudly like an off key radio at its height. The kiss is unnerving and sets all sorts of alarms when he gets two in one night.

    Breathing in, her nostrils flare as she struggles a moment and her hands shoot out to grab at his neck and come up at his face. She sandwiches it in her grip as she stares at him, nostrils flaring as her chest rises and falls quickly.

Daken has posed:
Stole two from her! Normally Cindy would've swung away or simply just let Daken be alone, but instead he feels her hands grip up his neck and sand which his face, his eyes staring into hers as he makes no other move.

The ball is in her court now, but they were already so close. He says nothing, but his chest heaves up and down in quick fashion , like being here...right here was more than enough.

Silk has posed:
    Her fingers dig into the side of his face, her blood nearly dried on her costume still leaves a smear upon his left cheek. She growls at him, her face brought close to his to brush her lips to his, nose pressed to his in a sort of feral way. "No." she whispers and its likely mostly for herself. She releases his face and is backing up, her expression pained.

    She flinches a moment and is lifting a hand, prepared to swing away quickly.

Daken has posed:
Blood smeared on his cheek, Daken feels her nose push against his own, her lips so close that he can feel the heat of her breath glide across them. His fingers hold the curve on her back as they both seem willing to-

She stops. She hesitates, she turns.

Daken reaches out for her hand to turn her back towards him. "Wait-" He tries calling to her.

Silk has posed:
    The line extends from her hand high above, the line having already been shot forth from two fingers. Cindy looks back down at her hand and then up at him. She goes still and furrows her brows at him. "Daken," she tries to warn him but waits. As he asks. Patiently impatient.

    She grips the line, some tension at the other end as she flexes her fingers of the hand he holds onto.

Daken has posed:
Daken feels her hand in his, holding it as he looks at Cindy longingly. But...she has to go. E kisses her three times tonight. But she has better things to do. They needed to separate or they would do something they might regret.

"Stay safe. I would like to see you again." Daken reveals to her, his fingers flex around her hand in return before he finally releases her. She now free to do as she pleases.

Silk has posed:
    Dark eyes regard him, her breath drawn in as her chest rises. Willpower is everything these days. Cindy curls her hand up when he releases it and she draws it back to her side. "You too," she says unsteadily before she turns, quickly whipping around to run for the edge of the building. Launching herself off by the end of her line the sound of the second smacking a building further away can be heard as her dark ensconced frame disappears into the night, melding easily into the shadows.

    Her blood dries steadily on his cheek.