Owner	Pose
Daimon Hellstrom	A blackbird flies overhead, struggling to stay aloft. It seems exhausted. It's carrying a ribboned medal < http://tinyurl.com/yabyxdwx > - blue, naziesque, it flies, flutters, and then falls. It strikes the ground at Jennifer's feet. Dead. The medal itself has a magical glow to those who can see magic. The glow is nefarious, malevolent, and would give the wearer an edge in hand to hand battle versus good aligned people. It swirls black and blue energy as its aura. But will not harm those who touch it. However, it's not here by chance. The bird didn't die at Jennifer's feet in some random accident. Something called it to be here. To find her. To deliver the medal. Or someone.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale is sitting in an outdoor cafe near her home in Clearwater, eating a taco and taking a break between classes. She's mid-bite when the blackbird flies overhead, and the blonde pauses mid-crunch. The bird falls and drops the medal, then she takes her bite. Best not to waste it, after all. Jennifer purses her lips as something just looks... not right... about the medal. Making a gesture shows her the malevolent blackish-blue aura. Reaching down, she carefully slips the medal from the dead bird using a plastic fork and drops it onto the table. No, it isn't here by accident. She holds a smiliar gesture over the medal, wrist turning slightly left and right as if adjusting the dial on an old-fashioned radio. Jen is trying to read past the aura of the object, now, seeking for any residual psychic aura from the last person who handled it.
Daimon Hellstrom	After a few moments, an image forms in the haze of the image's past. The image is of a woman struggling to cast a spell. The room is circular, the medal upon a pedistal in the middle of a pentagram. The woman stands just outside the pentagram (3' away) and is trying to open a portal using the medal. The woman is dressed Marvel appropriate for magicians and her raven black hair twists in the wind of the spell < http://tinyurl.com/y8kmp3j2 >. However, just moments before she is able to open the portal, the raven swoops in to capture the medal and flies up through the stone window frame of the circular tower. That's located in Florida.
Jennifer Kale	Shit. Jennifer leaves the medal on the table and makes another gesture, speaking a few words in Atlantean for good measure to surround it with a strong ward. If anyone's been looking for it, the pretty blue Nazi medal has just gone off of the mystical radar. A girl's gotta finish lunch, after all. Besides, she has an image now, both of the woman and of the tower. It can wait a few minutes.
Daimon Hellstrom	The black bird twitches. But it's still dead. The eye moves, the mouth opens, and it releases a raspy caw. The leg twitches, talon grips. But it remains on its side for a moment longer.
Jennifer Kale	Another bite of the taco, then the bird twitches. The DEAD bird twitches. Oh bloody hell. Jen puts down the taco and takes a deeeeep slurp of soda while wiping her fingers. With a fingertip she draws three invisible circles around the bird, widdershins. "Who did you belong to, pretty thing?" she murmurs. And then she's performing the similar divining spell upon the bird. Only since it's alive (or once was) she's seeking its vantage point as well.
Daimon Hellstrom	When she looked down, she took note of something flooding into the bird. Something very malevolent, evil. Looking closer, she will see the creature that it houses. However, that creature is seriously powerful and is causing the vessel of the bird to reshape into its own image. People see the event, scream, flee. They know to run. It's a natural instinct for humans when faced with something preternatural, beyond normal. The bird body twists, turns, and balloons outward in grotesque twisting, wrenching, and expansions. Until suddenly it is something else. Something human sized and crouches down on the ground in front of Jennifer, looking up at her with blackened eyes of the demon variety. It snarls and says, "The medallion! Give it!" < http://tinyurl.com/y7a3sqxp >
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale stands up when the malevolent presence flows into the dead bird. She plucks up the medallion, dropping it into her cleavage as the people around her start to panic and scream. And as the bird's body expands and twists, Jen starts working magic of her own... With enough time and preparation, Jennifer Kale can control or even summon a wide variety of demons. She has neither time nor preparation available to her just now, however. Protective shields raise in reflex, and Jen prepares a binding spell. When the demon snarls and makes its demand, she's ready. "No." the sorceress declares, flexing her palm towards the demon with fingers outstretched. It will feel like she's glued its feet to the concrete.
Daimon Hellstrom	Gunshots ring out like a bell. Shells were falling on the concrete real fast.... Slugs strike the demon that's glued to the concrete. It lets out a roar of annoyance as the bullets strike, but not penetrate. The demon roars louder, stands, struggles against the binding and laughs as it eyes the clevage, where the medal has been dropped, "A delicious mistake, pretty Jennifer." The shots are being fired from three locations. Two in the street, the other on the sidewalk. Two men, one woman (sidewalk < http://tinyurl.com/yc6yg95z >) The men are wearing dark green body suits with the HYDRA symbol on their chests; they straddle dark green motorcycles <shtick much?>. The woman also wears green, her dark green/black hair flows behind her with the wind off the buildings. She holds a hand cannon in her right hand that launches a gyrojet projectile. It's going to explode on impact when it hits the demon. Jennifer is best to dodge/evade/hide behind something.
Jennifer Kale	Did she really pick the wrong side in all this? Ordinarly, the demon would be on its own as far as Jen is concerned. A few gunshots ricochet off of Jen's shield, causing it to flicker with irridescence. Whoever the demon is working for, Jen *knows* that HYDRA probably translates into 'Asshole' in some ancient tongue. A flick of her hand releases the demon's binding, hopefully in time. Then she sprints away, diving over a table for cover before the missile goes off. For the moment, at least, Jen might be confused with the fleeing crowd. Unless the HYDRA folks somehow have her number, of course.
Daimon Hellstrom	HYDRA isn't necessarly going for Jen, they are focused on the demon. Her dive for cover ensures that she's not caught in the explosion of the gyrojet round that explodes against the demon's flesh. It knocks the demon back, and knocks out the magical bindings that held the demon in place. It falls back, sliding into the side of a sign post. The demon is charred, not really harmed. But also free of the magical bindings as the shattered pieces of binding fall from its torso while standing. It turns, grabs the large signpost and roars. Madame Hydra commands, "DEMON, GIVE US THE MEDALLION! I COMMAND IT!"
Jennifer Kale	Okay, so now it's Madame Hydra and her goons versus the very angry demon, who is currently no longer in possession of the medallion in question. Best leave them to it for the moment. Jen moves somewhat less frantially than the rest of the screaming crowd, just enough to blend in, as she finds a nice seat out of the way. And out of the line of sight. What's so important about this medallion that everyone's so keen on getting it? And what was the sorceress trying to open with it before the bird stole it away? The medallion remains out of sight, tucked unobtrusively into Jen's bra. She could just walk away right now, but she needs answers. And that means someone in this fight is going to have to provide them. So Jen begins preparing something to help her get answers from the winner.
Daimon Hellstrom	The Demon attacks the HYDRA agents. Using the signpost as a weapon. Killing the first, breaking the other's spine and pelvis. Madame Hydra leaps back. She's way more skilled and more agile than they. She fires again, knocking the demon back. Bystanders have moved back as far as they can and are still keeping clear while many film the encounter. Down the street, rounding the corner, is a dark green/gray tank < http://tinyurl.com/y7lyetl6 > with several guns on it. It crushes cars (whose occupants have fled safely). The tank takes aim at the demon and fires. Madame Hydra dodges out of the way into an alleyway. The explosion is tremendous. Casting debris in all directions and also knocks the demon into a wall down the street. This time it's damaged.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale is ready with her next binding spell, and this time it's more than something she can shoot from the hip. Madame Hydra ducks into the alleyway and Jen pushes the 'pause' button on the binding spell. Leaving the demon to the tank (and vice-versa), Jen does a quick teleport. So when the HYDRA woman dashes down the alley she doesn't see Jen until it's too late. With a double-handed gesture like scooping water at the woman, Jen hits her with a surge of blue, mystical energy that instantly trusses Madame Hydra like a Christmas goose. Mouth and all.
Daimon Hellstrom	Trussed up, Madame Hydra is taken completely off guard and falls - mid stride - suddenly bound, falls onto her right shoulder/side and slides wide eyed on the pavement. She's also pissed. And struggles to break free. Another BOOM is heard from the tank that strikes the demon. Second later after the echo stops, another sound is heard. A man's booming voice that calls out, "DEMON! DIEEEEEE!". It could sound like the voice is descending from the skies above.
Jennifer Kale	Oh NOW what? Jen gives her binding spell a once-over to make sure it's secure, then offers softly to Madame Hydra. "Don't go away." Stepping over the struggling woman, she creeps towards the entrance to the alley to get a better look. Pausing just out of sight, she extends her mystical senses ahead of the physical to see what's going on. And what sort of mystical vapor-trail it might be leaving.
Daimon Hellstrom	Mystical indeed. Dark, nefarious, swirling chaos and evil... His flaming trident is burried in the chest of the demon who lays upon his back. Holding firmly to the staff of the weapon is none other than the Son of Satan himself, Daimon Hellstrom. Shirtless and wearing nice wool dress slacks and boots, the half infernal stands victorious over the demon (who was dazed from the tank shell). Hellstrom's chest pentagram burns with hellfire as do his piercing green eyes that scan around the area for other targets and he spies the creeping Jennifer - since she too is magical that says 'look-it-me'. Police have surrounded the HYDRA tank (which is a good 2 blocks down the street). They are getting into the tank and will handle it properly. Behind Jennifer, Madame Hydra struggles a second more before triggering the ring on her finger. It teleports her away to an unknown location (her escape plan). And it leaves the magical bands behind - they collapse onto the pavement below. Hellstrom calls across the street, "YOU THERE! We need to talk!" - talking directly to Jennifer.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale -feels- it when Madame Hydra triggers her escape, and the binding spell collapses. She glances back over her shoulder and sighs. Shit. Stepping out of the alley as Hellstrom calls out from across the strees, the blonde plants both hands on her hips. She's not going anywhere. "So come over here and let's talk." she replies, in a lot calmer voice than his own. "Let's start with you buying me lunch to replace the one that's ruined." The woman does't otherwise move, but on the magical spectrum blue energy begins to build. Starting with her hands, it courses slowly up to her elbows. Gathered and ready.
Daimon Hellstrom	He yanks the trident from the demon's chest causing the infernal to burst into flame and self immolate, leaving nothing but ash that is carried away in the wind. Hellstrom strides over. He whistles; and behind him, descending into the street, is a chariot pulled by three demon steeds < http://tinyurl.com/ycgxts95 >. They snort fire and brimstone smoke. They stay behind while Hellstrom continues his stride. Hellstrom approaches as his dark green eyes peer over the frame of Jennifer. The flame of his pentagram and eyes begins to diminish to a flicker as he states, "Jennifer Kale. Such a pleasure to meet you, finally. I'm Daimon Hellstrom. Let me be the first to welcome you to ... where are we? Ah, yes, Brooklyn Heights." He smirks. He adds, "I trust you are unharmed?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale's gaze is even as she meets Daimon's own, the woman standing her ground even as he approaches. "Hellstrom. Yes, I've heard of you as well." she replies. And as his own personal energy becomes contained, Jen lowers the magical charge she'd been building as well. No sense in being rude. He asks if she's unharmed and Jen snorts softly at that. "Yeah, quite. So which side of this match are -you- on? Or are you just a disinterested third party?"
Daimon Hellstrom	"Which side?" Questions Hellstrom with a slight smile, "My own, of course. Although.." He looks down the street to the HYDRA tank that is being seized and then back around the battlefield. "...I am quite curious what went on here before my arrival. What did you stumble upon that drew the attention of HYDRA, a Demon, and of course, me?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale steps out slowly from the alley, keeping her attention focused more fully on Hellstrom now. "That's not a conversation we should be having in the street." she replies in a lower voice. "But I wasn't sure whether the Demon was one of yours, in all fairness." Pausing to fold arms over her chest, she cocks her hip to one side and asks. "You have time to join me?"
Daimon Hellstrom	Looking back to his chariot. "It would be an honor. My chariot or yours?" Then his eyes return to her own to display a glimmer of delight as to the offer he's making - giving her a ride in his fancy chariot. And suspecting she doesn't have one. At least not as fancy as his own.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale smirks, not -quite- snorting at the suggestion. She doesn't even own a bicycle, much less a chariot. Drawing a deep breath, she lets out a not-quite-exasperated sigh and strides up briskly. Jen even manages to shoot him a 'don't try anything funny' look as she approaches the chariot. "Take us somewhere away from prying eyes and ears."
Daimon Hellstrom	"Indeed." Hellstrom states indicating agreement with one, maybe both of her requests. Either way, he turns and walks her to the chariot. The steeds snort, stomp and breathe fire. All the while, countless bystanders capture the event in video format or photographs with their mobil devices. He will guide her to the front where she can grab the railing and he will stand to her right flank. His trident is placed into a holding ring to his right and he takes the reigns, "Hang on tightly." he notes just before snapping the reigns and the demon steeds lurch forward and upward into the air and through the tall buildings of Brooklyn Heights heading eastward.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale steps up into the fiery chariot, giving the spirited horses a bit of a wide berth. It's not that she has a thing against horses, she's just cautious around infernal ones. Stepping up to the front, she holds onto the railing with both hands and braces herself for what she expects to be a sudden takeoff. When the chariot becomes airborn she does what anyone else would do in her place; she looks down at the buildings and trees of Brooklyn Heights passing away beneath them.
Daimon Hellstrom	There's not much talking in the strong winds of the airborne chariot. Several minutes will pass, much land passed over, even some water, and Jennifer will suspect they are over Massachusetts by the landscape and odd means of travel. He points down to an estate and calls out, "My family home." The demon steeds will descend and land in the rear lawn near stables and the wind will cease. The estate is expansive and the center piece is his ancient family home imported over stone by stone/brick by brick from England many years ago. He will state, "Come, we've much to talk about." And he will lead her upwards to the back patio.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale just watches their flight, mostly, her blonde hair fluttering in the breeze of their passage. Nodding when he points out the estate, she replies. "Nice place..." It's a helluva lot nicer than her apartment, after all. She steps out as soon as the chariot rolls to a stop, checking to make sure there are no sparks on her clothes. Following, Jen looks around as they head up to the back patio. "Mind if I put up a few wards, or would you like to do the honors?" It's his place, after all.
Daimon Hellstrom	"Wards? Ooh, I forgot, you're all about order and light. Here, let me help." He snaps his fingers and she'll suddenly see all the magic within the area. Scores of glyphs, marks of runes, circles, triangles, pentagrams, all of the necessities to protect the estate from interlopers. They were all hidden (obscured so as not to make the place stand out like a beacon in the night), untriggered because he brought her here. Most of the wards/guards were cast by him. However, many of them were cast by others, aligned to him. The back patio doors open revealing a human magic user in the form of a gargoyle < http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix3/gargoylechristians.htm >. Gargoyle states, "Welcome home, Daimon. I see you have brought a guest. Welcome Miss Kale, Priestess of Zhered-Na, guardian and queen of the swamp. I am Issac. Please, come inside away from the cold and warm up by the fire." Though it's spring, there is snow on the ground, there really wasn't much cold going on. Hellstrom was warm, perhaps shielding her from the cold's bite. Additionally, the runes/guards/wards begin to fade away from sight as they walk.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale couldn't looked for the magic herself, of course, but it's rude to use magic in another sorceror's home. The blonde looks around and gives a satisfied nod. "Thanks." Walking out onto the back patio, she nods to the gargoyle. "Good afternoon, Issac, and thank you." Jen walks inside, moving slowly to take in the sights of the lavish mansion. "I believe we discussed lunch, Daimon." she reminds.
Daimon Hellstrom	Stepping from the patio into the mansion, they enter the great room: This particular room is designed with family in mind. Physically, it is wider (E/W) than it is deep (N/S). The east wall presents with two main affectations, a grand stair that rises up and around a massive hearth. The north wall is mostly all triple paned glass that reaches from floor to ceiling and allows spectacular views of the rear estate and its adornments such as the stables, the patio, pool, tennis court, and wooded areas. The west wall lends access to the patio and into the ballroom while the south wall has a doorway into the library as well as the study. All the proper walls are made of a dark cherry wood and are hung with family paintings and other portraits. The furnishings of this room are divided into various cloisters. All the furniture is a classical, yet comfortable leather bound hardwood with sofas, chairs, small tables (for board/card games) and other areas for sitting and talking or reading. The 13 foot ceiling is pressed metal plates with lovely craftsmanship which helps to disrupt loud sounds. The lighting of the room is also versatile. There are two chandeliers as well as various wall sconces and a few lamps in the middle. Normally, lighting is kept low, and in the winter the hearth provides much illumination via fire. The west wall also presents with a wet bar and stools. Issac says, "I'll get right on that, Miss Kale." Hellstrom notes, "Thank you Issac." Issac departs to fetch food. Hellstrom notes to the room, "Please, make yourself comfortable." He will move toward the bar, "Other than tea, is there something else I can get for you while you tell me about the trouble you stumbeled upon today?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale looks around the great room and does a decent job of keeping her expression impassive. Her whole apartment isn't this big. After a few moments she finds a comfortable leather chair and settles. "A glass of wine, if you wouldn't mind opening a bottle." she replies. Once the gargoyle slips out to fetch lunch and the woman is comfortable, Jen reaches into her low-cut top and pulls the medallion out of her cleavage. Holding it up high by the ribbon, the blue cross with the Nazi emblem dangles and glints in the firelight. "It seems that everyone was really keen on getting their hands on this little bauble. I haven't had the chance to do anything more than a preliminary probing, but it's definitely malevolent." Jen doesn't offer it to Daimon, but just continues to hold it while she elaborates. "Reading the lingering auras, a blackbird stole this from a woman who as using this to try and open a gate. The bird brought it to me and died, then turned into the Demon when I took the medallion. Then the HYDRA crew arrived, and you know the rest."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale adds. "So the REAL questions are these: what was the woman trying to do? Who sent the blackbird? Who sent the Demon to possess the dead bird? And who called HYDRA?" Giving Daimon a curious look, she adds. "I welcome your thoughts, of course."
Daimon Hellstrom	"Curious." States Daimon as he glances to the medal. Though behind the bar, he will pull a bottle of wine from beneath the bar and begin the process of opening it. His eyes return to the medal as he mindlessly opens the bottle with a cork remover and then sits everything onto the bar/counter to get the glasses. He comments, "Sounds like you had a full day of mystery already. Do you have any idea who the woman was that was trying to open the gate? She'd be my first to question. As for the HYDRA part... I think we're missing something really big there. Like maybe the woman worked for them? Maybe they had been tracking the bird? Maybe the demon sent the bird? Or maybe the bird was the demon... but most demons would have shifted the moment they escaped the confines of the snatch and grab."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale shrugs at the questions, wrapping the medallion's ribbon about her hand a couple of times. "I'm not sure what she where she was trying to open a gate to, but this thing is definitely malevolent. The aura it exudes is even stronger than yours." The last is added with a wry smile. Then she shakes her head. "No, the bird definitely died upon delivery. I know 'dead' when I see it. So why bring the medallion to *me*? I refuse to believe that part was an accident." The woman looks thoughtful for a moment. "My guess is that the woman with the bikini and the boots sent the Demon to possess the bird and return the medallion. Unfortunately, since the Demon took over the bird we don't have any really easy way to figure out where our feathered friend came from."
Daimon Hellstrom	He pours the wine into both glasses and sits the bottle into a holder and then scoops up the glasses to walk around the bar and close with Jennifer. "Are you sure the bird was bringing you the medallion? Did the bird radiate magic? Perhaps it was going somewhere else and you happened to be on the way?" One thing to note, the tower the woman was trying to open a gate was located in Florida. That's something Jennifer picked up on her scrying/postcognition of the medal. Hellstrom offers the glass from his right hand to Jennifer and asks, "What's your next move? I mean, I don't want to step on your figurative toes in your mystery. But I'm very willing to assist in any way I can." His eyes look into her own, they are full of interest and curiousity. "Plus, I might have some skills that you may be inclined to enjoy."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale accepts the offer of the glass with a small nod, taking a sip without hesitation. "My next move? I go to Florida. That's where the lady's tower was, after all. Maybe she'd be interested in a chat?" She swings the dangling medallion lightly from her fingers. "And if you're asking to ride along, you're certainly welcome. I know our philosophies aren't exactly aligned, but if I'm going into another practitioner's tower I'd rather do it with backup." The blonde gives Daimon an amused look as well. "We can discuss your... skills... as well."
Daimon Hellstrom	"Then after lunch? I hate to travel on an empty stomach and we'll both need our strength, for it will be a most excellent adventure." Hellstrom asks, notes and even adds a flair of Bill and Ted for the humor aspects. Issac exits the kitchen carrying a tray and he'll say, "Lunch, everyone." while walking it toward the small table nearto the bar where very informal sitting takes place for snacks or even games. "Oh, and Daimon. Desadia telephoned. She asked that you call her back when you have the opportunity. There was no urgency, but an exorcism that she wished to discuss." Hellstrom returns, "Thank you, Issac."