11047/A Demon Comes For Tea (does he though

A Demon Comes For Tea (does he though
Date of Scene:	06 May 2022
Location:	Shadow Manor
Synopsis:	People are strange when you're a stranger. Demons knocking on vampires doors, oh my.
Cast of Characters:	Bella, Hellboy

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Bella has posed:
Shadow Manor is dimly lit by candle light, the house rather quiet with Mando out and about on errands set for him. Bella for her part, is sitting on a rocking chair in the drawing room, reading a book while a vinyl record player is playing out Solveig's Song by Grieg.

It's almost like someone was shooting for an old timey mood, except there are no guests, so clearly nothing here is meant to impress anyone. The antiques all about would make for a great collection, if they didn't seem like the actual used furniture.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy pulls a key from a small envelope. He hesitates for an instant, but does what his orders are. Plugging it into the front door of the building, he opens and enters. Elevator comes when he calls it via the press of a button. The looming, broad-shouldered, muscular demon stands and waits for it, watching the numbers approach the lobby level. When he steps in and presses a button, he waits again. The elevator opens up to a nice, if out of style, front door. He steps into the little entry-way leading to it and looks around. "Huh," he says aloud, though to himself. He pockets the key and reaches up with his left hand, gently using the knocker to announce his presence to the lady inside.

Bella has posed:
There is no response for the longest time, until Hellboy can hear a feminine voice shriek from the other side, somewhat distant, "Mordred!? Mabel!? Mundo!? Where in the seven hells are you!? There's someone at the door bloody get it!" And then there's more silence, and eventually a loud grumble from the other side, before eventually the door squeaks just slightly ajar, an electric blue eye peering from the narrow slit, "what do you want? I don't give charity."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy looms over the woman inside the door. With eyes that glow like embers amidst blood red skin and more muscle than hercules, a demon with ground-down flats where horns should rise stands on the other side of the door. Unlit cigar in his mouth, he says, "Bellatrix Lestrange?" in a deep, gravel-laden voice.

Bella has posed:
"Well what do you know...a supernatural," Bella sighs when she sees that ember glow in Hellboy's eyes, the red skin, and of course his unmistakable stature, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" She asks in a bored tone of voice, opening the door as he calls her by name, "so you've heard of me? Do come in..." she opens the door, and sighs, "if you want snacks I can offer you whatever Mandy keeps around to survive...I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy enters and looks around, closing the door behind himself. "Yeah, whatever's fine," he says. Not technically supposed to, but she did offer. "Can we talk freely here, Miss Lestrange?" he asks, looking more for bugs or eavesdroppers than at the anachronistically out of style...style...of the house on top of the highrise.

Bella has posed:
"Like I know what he has...you can feel free to look in the kitchen," she motions in the general direction with a black polished fingernail. "Yes, this is Shadow Manor, everything stays within its walls, and Mandel is a good boy, he can keep a secret though it seems he's not around right now." She starts walking about towards the Drawing Room, "you interrupted my reading, so, I don't get visitors often...certainly not demons. You are a demons, are you?"

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy looks at himself, patting over his stretched-too-tight tee shirt under his nebulous greatcoat. "Just let me check..." he says, only a hint of sarcasm in his dry delivery. He touches his horns and says, "Well, will you look at that. Yup. Demon. That's me." He does not, however, go raid the icebox, since that's too much work for twinkies...mmm...twinkies. "And you're a vampire," he points out. It's more letting her know he knows more than informing her of anything.

Bella has posed:
"I have a very astute eye, I see through every disguise," Bella proclaims, despite the fact Hellboy was as obvious as it gets. "So I'm not going to fool you, am I?" She sounds annoyed by that, and asks softly, "would it help if I say I'm a perfectly normal human?"

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy narrows his gaze a bit and re-looks at her. "You know, I think it actually might make it worse," he says. "Though, I imagine you now as a...what do the kids call them?" He thinks for but a moment before he returns to, "I'm trying to figure out what kind of pasta you are," he says, confidently. He gestures noncomittally with his less-than-perfectly-articulate Right Hand of Doom. "Look, pretty as you are, I'm not here on a social call. I'm supposed to discern what level of threat you pose to the citizens around you."

Bella has posed:
Bella whirls around to glower at Hellboy, clearly not approving of being refered to as 'pasta'. She almost looks in pain as she reaches to pinch the bridge of her nose, hissing softly, before muttering, "Noble perhaps is the word you're looking for? Elder? Yes, I'm not an uncouth sabage looking to brutalize piss poor quality humans on a kill spree...I'm civillized, educated, refined, of noble birth to begin with, and...I've undergone Var Dohr." She pauses there, looking to see an inkling of recognition or utter ignorance in Hellboy's eyes, before she proceeds, "long story short, whoever sent you is clueless, why would I pose a threat to my neighbors? Yes, when I was a Baroness I may have partaken of my vassals, but that was 1,000AD, ok? There's a statue of limitation on that."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy nods. "Oh, cool," he says. He nods some more, then transitions to shaking his head. "What's Var Dohr?" he asks. He definitely looks a bit clueless, but he's still confident despite that. Maybe that's just that stupidly square jaw that gives him that air.

Bella has posed:
Bella stares at Hellboy with her eerie electric blue eyes, "if you don't already know, you don't need to know," is all she offers, looking quite reserved at being asked about it. "Point is, think about it...what do vampires need to survive? Humans. Why would I wish to harm humans, I need them. Plus, as Selene informed me..." she takes a brief pause, looking a bit uncomfortable before admitting, "there are alternatives to blood these days, synthetic stuff..." she looks up and down at Hellboy, "besides, with you looks, I could easily ask the same of you, how do I know you're no danger to my dear neighbors?"

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy tilts his head and raises his hands, palms up, to his sides. "Hey," he says with a confident smirk. "Just 'cause I'm dead sexy, you think jabs about my looks don't hurt?" He takes another look around the apartment...house...rooftop house? Whatever this was. "I think I got everything I need, though," he says. He looks the woman over again, a little different look in his eyes this time. "Who's this Mocha guy you keep food around for?" he asks.

Bella has posed:
Bella looks quite deadpan, staring at, or rather through Hellboy when he complaints about jabs at his looks. "The same holds for me when you try and equate me with a savage monster, I've noble etiquettes about me, I'm no beast." At the quesiton, she lightens a bit, chuckling, "oh, that would Melvin, my familiar. He helps a lot...with mundane thing I should not be bothered with," as in, he does pretty much everything.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Hey, calm down," Hellboy says. "Vampire plague going on, lot of 'em don't have manners." He puts his hands on his hips and lets out a soft, "Hmmm." He the follows it with, "Okay, so Matcha is a familiar. I always wanted one of those." He gestures at the lady. "Anyone else we would need to be on the lookout for? Immortal husband? Boyfriend? Guy who lets you bite him 'cause you're hot?"

Bella has posed:
"I apologize, I rarely leave the Manor these days..." Bella says by way of mundane excuse, before perking considerably, "what is this plageu of vampires? Is there a fledgling carelessly turning people left and right? I would love to smack that behaviour to a stop...need a hand?" Curious, someone actually got her to offer to involve in something that doesn't entirely relate around herself.

She arches a somewhat offended brow at the line of questions, before whispering, "do you find me hot...?" Immediately following up by, "...my private affairs need not concern you and yours, the most important bit, as I am a normal human to society and you'll find no intereference from me in the way of men..." slight pause, and she sighs, "fine, I did kill Nazis during World War 2 but they had it coming!"

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy lets out a singular laugh. "Ha!" he laughs, a smile on his face. "You, me, Cap. Everybody old enough to punched nazis for fun back then." He punches his Right Hand of Doom into his relatively normal left hand. He seems to have loosened up now that they've got common ground to talk about. It is perhaps because of that that he says, "Not sure why there's so many vampires around. Lot of 'em don't follow the rules of vampirism, which sucks if they go bad. There's only so many vampires can roam the streets before people look away from the aliens and angels and take notice." He puts his hands on his hips and nonchalantly adds, "It a problem I find you hot?"

Bella has posed:
Bella lets her lips curve into a bit of a smile as she nods, "I've seen some evil vampiric covens, but neither of those had anything on the Nazis, ugh...horrid people, it was a joy to dispatch them," she admits, licking her lips at the memories. "Mmm...that is against our codes, it is intolerable," she admits about the concept of vampirism going about openly in public and boasting their presence. "I would like to help."

She chuckles at that last bit, "of course not, it's just a classic tactic to shift the focus on conversation, never fails."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy clearly isn't ready for someone like her wanting to help. He searches around in his coat for something, then finally produces a card. It simply says S.H.I.E.L.D. with a very patriotic logo and an address. "If you want to help, talk to my bosses directly. Honestly, I finished my official questions minutes ago, and I'm just finding excuses to talk to you, now."

Bella has posed:
"Well, it isn't often one catches the eye of a demon..." Bella remarks, "perhaps we should meet over more amicable reasons." She takes the card she's given, and offers one of her own as if in exchange, it seems to point to Club Fangtasia, where you can live your vampire fantasies. "A new venture, a place to be normal while abnormal," she offers with a pleasant smile, "I promise it'll be much more cordial."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy nods and smiles, taking the card. "Thanks," he says. "I'll see you later, then." He heads back toward the door. Now that they've exchanged cards, there's a non-zero chance of them meeting again, this time without official business hanging over both their heads. With that, the demon is gon, and unlife can proceed apace.