11974/When Royalty Meets

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When Royalty Meets
Date of Scene: 11 July 2022
Location: Midtown
Synopsis: An encounter in an alley between Black Panther and Satana somehow leads to dinner plans.
Cast of Characters: T'Challa, Satana Hellstrom




T'Challa has posed:
Numerous NYPD cruisers are parked outside a building in Midtown, where a hostage situation has been resolved by none other than the Black Panther himself, of the Avengers. The fact it was managed peacefully, with no loss of life and minimal injuries, means it's an overall win for everyone involved. A couple blocks in all directions of the residential building have been cordoned off, a safety measure, but the snarl it's caused to traffic begins to ease as the barricades are packed up and put away.

Off to one side, Black Panther has been in conversation with police representatives, fleshing out the details to help them with their reports. By the time it's over, he's more than ready to be on his way again. The Wakandan Embassy is not far to the south, one of the reasons he was able to respond as quickly as he did. It's not too late to return there and get back to other business at hand, so he begins to cut through an alley in that direction.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     What on earth is up with this traffic? Annoying. Riding in a luxury rideshare, Satana is impatient. She throws a few bills at her driver, who did provide good service but was getting boring, and hops out.

     She's dressed for summer, in shorts and black spiderweb tights, black ankle booties and a red halter top. Her hair is currently a beachy white at the roots that deepens into a carmine at the tips of her tresses, and her sunglasses have tiny little devil horns curling up from their red tortoiseshell cat-eye frames. A necklace that's half of a broken heart dangles around her neck.

     Much like any other exotic creature with bright colors, today she is dangerous. But perhaps less so than whatever just occurred, and comparable to the superhero who is at the other end of the alley she's just entered.

     "I must say, you're the biggest cat I've found in the city as of late," she grins, pulling down those sunglasses to get a look at him.

T'Challa has posed:
There's nothing like impatient New Yorkers. Some of the most colorful language can be heard from them on any given day. The Panther's path through the alley is a silent one, and though some people call after him for a photo or an autograph, his business is not with them.

Instead, his attention soon ends up on the woman now across from him, making a comment on his current appearance. Her own? Enough that he pauses to look her over. The masked element of the costume hides Black Panther's expression, even the eyes failing to give much away, as he says, "I will hazard a guess in saying you do not see many like me." Certainly not with dark costumes that blend in silvery elements to it in places, including the panther habit around his neck and more claw-like notes along arms and legs.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "No, the people I see around here tend to be a little more mythical or a little more spandex-y. You fall somewhere in the middle, unless you have some weapon I just haven't seen yet. Though I imagine you're more into claws when it comes to action?" she muses. "Enough people seem to want your attention or your paw print," she grins. "Tell me, do you get drinks dressed up like that, or does his highness usually prefer casual attire?"

T'Challa has posed:
Just a look at the man's hands reveals fingertips that look capable of displaying claws. It wouldn't be right for someone to call himself the Black Panther without that. "If you want mythical, you are probably thinking of someone more like Thor," he remarks, approaching since it is the best way through the alley. For now, it closes the distance between the pair, he in his costume, she in something of her own that looks like it may be designed for a club or party in his estimation.

"Claws are useful when there is a need for a close encounter," the man adds, before crossing his arms at Satana's question, his head angling faintly toward one side. "Whatever fits the setting," he tells her.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Oh, are we going to have a close encounter?" she teases. She seems unconcerned. "I was planning on finding something fun to do this evening, or at least something interesting. Got to keep a wicked mind busy, after all, or I tend to get myself into trouble. Do we have that in common, or are you more of a focused sort?" she asks of him, not budging. Seems that this particular princess has no intention of moving out of anyone's way.

T'Challa has posed:
While there is room in the alley, it's not enough that Black Panther wouldn't have to sidestep around the woman or ask her to move so he could more easily pass. How gentlemanly he is, she'll soon find out. For the moment, he stops before her by a few feet. He finds her answers to be, if briefly, ones he does not have an immediate answer for.

"I was on my way through," he answers, as if that should cover everything for her. It might tell her that he is certainly the focused sort, and getting him off his focus may lead to amusement..or entertainment she might find, indeed, fun and interesting, if at his expense.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "So was I," she replies. "The question is, are we going in the same way and we just don't know it yet?" she asks, leaning in a little closer, regarding him with her ruby red eyes. It certainly fits with her summer fun attire. She seems to be not intimidated in the least by him. "Or are you just passing through? Not every day a girl meets a prince," she purrs.

T'Challa has posed:
"King," the man with the feline way about him corrects, if predictably. His eyes are hidden behind the solid white lenses of his mask, and it helps to safeguard both expressions and attitude, to an extent. The costume itself, upon closer inspection, is a unique weave of material, looking similar to spandex without exactly being spandex, and the linework in it speaks of tribal patterns and textures.

Did she just..purr at him? "We entered from opposite directions, so it is reasonable to assume we were on our way to different places." The only way around that would be if both intended on stopping in this alley, naturally. Black Panther begins the dance of taking a step toward one side. One guess whether that will get him far or not.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "King, of course. But if I'm a princess of a bigger place, what do I get?" she asks, not moving, letting him move around her. But she does continue to face him, seemingly amused. "Though queen of a very, very exclusive group." And one that does like to feast on men, she does have that in common with her succubi sisters. "I'm just avoiding traffic and looking for a good time, and I'm curious if you can provide- or if a king won't mingle amongst lesser royalty."

T'Challa has posed:
Oh, how she must enjoy this, finding someone who is more dignified and stately compared to her. Much more, perhaps. Black Panther remains staring at her, but he is the one who has to adjust his positioning in order to brush past her. "Is that so? You are a princess, or a queen? And of where?" How honest she is with him might determine a few things, or it might not. A hand rests at his side, fingers flexing briefly. "I am not sure I want to guess at your idea of a good time."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     She could go all out He can't hurt her. Permanently.

     Probably.

     "A faraway realm. Do I need a crown to complete the look? I spent so much time cultivating this one," she says. "And all 'a good time' means it that I like fun! Dinner, drinks, dancing in all angles, music, wait, did I already mention drinking?" she asks, swirling her finger upward, a small flaming crown appearing above her head for just a moment before dissipating. Magical, but not giving it all away... yet. "But I'm open to suggestions. A good show, a great view, a mystery surprise... it's all fun."

T'Challa has posed:
It might be remembered that T'Challa does not tend to go around wearing a crown. The costumed Avenger states, "Something atop one's head does not make one a king or queen. It is in how one handles the responsibilities of royalty that matters most." Black Panther pauses at the display of perceived magic, and he again stares at that and her answers. No, her answers. Something about all of this leaves him on the suspicious side, but also needing to learn more for his own comfort.

"Wherever I go, I am liable to draw attention, whether looking this way or other typical ways," he explains to her. "It is sometimes difficult to..blend in." He dodges a clear answer when it comes to drinking, or dinner, or dancing, or more.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Sure, but it's fun! You seem in DESPERATE need of some of that," the lovely lady says. "And you could always use a glamour. Look like someone else for the evening. Whoever you like, or like no one," she offers. "A freebie, on the house. Or I'm happy to play along as pretty arm candy. *Royal* arm candy, no matter how you look at it," she grins.

T'Challa has posed:
The man occasionally goes by an alter ego of Luke Charles. It works in some cases, but certainly not when decked out as he is now. The costume gives a lot away. "Ah. I have heard of things like that. Disguises." It..doesn't come out the way he intends. Of course he's heard of disguises! What would Shuri say at a time like this? He is too stuffy. Too boring. 'Do you even know what fun is?'

As if to prove her wrong, or prove something to himself, Black Panther questions her. "Am I to assume you have something in mind?" It is an opening.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "More than a disguise! Magic," she says, wiggling her fingers at him. "I try on different looks now and again. Always a good time. I had nothing planned, just wanted to see where the night takes me, but there's always eating somewhere fun, or finding an illegal dance party, or toying with criminals." She's a little wild-eyed at this point.

T'Challa has posed:
Black Panther is back to crossing his arms at the woman and the way she talks. Certainly, there's something about her that gives off strange vibes, but aside from having seen something magical in her already and the way she talks about being able to use it, it's been difficult to read her. "It sounds as if you have ideas," he says, a hint of suspicion showing. "What sounds best to you right now?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "So... how about this king here takes a princess to dinner hm? I can change your look, your outfit, take you home to get changed, whatever." Seems like she's pretty hungry for company. Or maybe just hungry in general.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Somewhere fancy," she decides. "And it can even be my treat if you like," she says, walking past him, brushing up against that armor of his. And in that moment, her attire changes from clubwear to dinnerwear, the clothes melting together until she's in a dress that ends mid-thigh, black with a red sheen, a matching purse, and candy-red heels. Her hair darkens to fully red as she looks back over her shoulder, "I'm not the kind of girl to keep waiting."

T'Challa has posed:
"Food is always a good choice," says the King. There are steakhouses, seafood, fancy places of many different nationalities. That's what it is. A thirst of some kind that emanates from her. He can put a finger on it now. It's in the way she speaks, the way she acts. "A steakhouse. There are some good ones nearby." The shift in her attire is of interest, if for no other reason than the fact it's unusual, abnormal. Black Panther waves a hand, still costumed up, still capable of showing claws. "I will pay for it. And I will handle the reservation." He's done things like this before, to the point of using an alias when getting a table or room set aside.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "OOh, a take-charge kind of man. I'm into it," she says with an otherworldly rumble under her sweet feminine tones. "Well then, reserve away. How well shall we know one other when we enter? Am I on your arm, or simply standing at a platonic distance?" she asks.

T'Challa has posed:
Reaching down to a set of beads at his wrist that look something like a bracelet, Black Panther glances back up toward the woman. Giving her the name of a nearby restaurant, he says, "We will have a side room to ourselves in an hour. If you wish to show up on your own, I will meet you there." And, he'll do so out of costume, in something that will at least fit better in a place like that.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Excellent," the succubus says in her form-fitting attire. She flips her hair and shoots him a grin. "I'll meet you there."