15193/Title Forthcoming

Title Forthcoming
Date of Scene:	21 June 2023
Location:	Coat of Arms' Studio
Synopsis:	Summary
Cast of Characters:	Lisa molinari, Norman Osborn

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Lisa molinari has posed:
Three years ago, Lisa Molinari was a nobody. A fledgeling artist, but nobody bought her paintings. Nobody cared about her sculptures. It wouldn't be long until she was left a /starving/ artist and back to stealing things to make ends meet.

Then she found Tiboro's Coat. She found her /calling./ Drew inspiration from the ranks that she'd made herself a part of; while still relatively unknown as a superhuman, the /name/ Coat of Arms is known among the upper crust of society for her work. She's the hip up-and-comer, with an enticing edge to her work thanks to the crimes she committed. She was /dangerous./

She loved every minute of it. Sure, it meant she had to stab a person every now and then... but /she/ could make it art. Much like she made art out of a few guards on her way out of the Raft with several other former inmates; it had to be done, because she could. Not making art? That was the true crime.

Which is why she stands before a canvas even now; putting the finishing touches on a painting of Captain America, holding the 'Western' half of a broken shield -- except rather than his normal circular one, it's in the shape of the continental United States, split around the Mississippi river.

Norman Osborn has posed:
2017 through 2019 were hell for New York and the surrounding cities and states. The Goblin held a reign of terror, killing, stealing and wreaking absolute havoc. It was a terrifying time for some. Since then, however, the monstrous creature has been missing. No attacks. No sightings. Nothing. That is about to change.

While the Goblin is unhinged and unstable, it has been pushing Norman for weeks now. Find the artist. Make people remember you. Find the artist. Make her work. Find the artist. So, he'd called on his extensive list of contacts and favors...and the Goblin found itself at the nondescript house. The Glider touched down on the rooftop across the alleyway, the engines dieing as the purple clad monster climbed from it. It reached up to adjust it's purple hood before stalking to the edge of the rooftop and staring down at the building in question. What it wanted was in there. A gloved hand twitched beside a goblin bomb connected to it's utility belt, but it clenched it's fist and shook it's head. No. Too noisy. Instead the monster crouched and leapt, covering the width of the alleyway without any issue. It landed in a roll and crouch, before catching the side of the roof and dropping several feet, and catching a window ledge.

The monster dangled there for a moment from one gloved hand, before pulling itself up with that inhuman strength to grip the window and push it open. Any lock keeping it closed would easily snap.

Lisa molinari has posed:
The sound of the window opening rather suddenly like that has Lisa up in arms...

Literally.

She had been holding a paintbrush in one hand and a reference photograph in the other. Both of those were dropped at the sound, and her hands dove into the pockets of Tiboro's Coat. One hand came out with a meat cleaver. The second a longsword.

...the third, fourth and fifth were wielding a bloody shiv, a short sword and a small, circular device with a bright red button. The sixth? Holds a camcorder, aimed at the source of the noise.

Was it SHIELD come to collect her for her misdeeds? A prowler who chose the wrong window to break into?

Her lips curve into a manic grin, eyes bright as she calls out. "Welcome, dear guest! I'm about to make you famous! Please, step into my studio, let us /talk~/"

She hasn't seen just /who/ it is yet. When she does... her tune is definitely going to change, though perhaps not for the reason one might think.

Norman Osborn has posed:
"....Heh. Ehehehe..."

The chuckle comes from the darkness of the next room. The voice is pitched and manic, with a growl to the edges of the inflections. A moment later and a floorboard creaks under a heavy brown boot. And then another creak, marking the slow approach of the intruder. "Ehehehe...famous? You're going to make me -famous-, little girl?" That is the voice people hear in their nightmares. That is not the voice of a human being. It's simply not possible.

The light of her studio catches on a green metallic scale, just before the tall, though somewhat hunched figure stops in the doorway. From purple top to tunic to boots. From the jack-o-lantern themed bombs attached to it's belt, to that manic green and those pupiless yellow eyes. While the face is obviously a mask of some kind, it sticks to the face so perfectly that it shows every manic twitch. And that mouth opens so, so wide!

"You're GOING to MAKE me FAMOUS?!"

Lisa molinari has posed:
That laugh. Lisa /knows/ that laugh.

Then when he comes into view... the weapons just /drop./ Followed by the girl herself, knees buckling and giving way beneath her as she sits, and stares. The only part of her body showing some form of strength is the one that holds the camcorder. It takes everything in the girl's willpower to kekp that arm steady. To keep filming this moment.

The moment she's dreampt of for /years./

"It's you..." she speaks, the manic smile remaining in place. Growing wider, even. "...am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. You... /how?/ /Why?/" She's having trouble putting two thoughts together. "I can't believe you're really here."

There's no fear in the woman's eyes; no, this is pure admiration. The Goblin's reign of terror was an absolute inspiration for the artist.

Norman Osborn has posed:
The creature cocks it's head to the side ad the unexpected reaction, the long tail of the purple hood falling to the side. A green lip twitches. The Goblin is a genius, however, and rolls with this new situation. It expected fear and screaming...but it can absolutely work with this.

Heavy boots thump against the floor of the place as it moves towards the kneeling girl, before casting a lensed glance about the room to take in the studio itself. When it sees the current art of Captain America, even as adjusted as the theme is, it lets out a small 'ttch.' of annoyance. Then those lensed orange eyes fall on the girl again.

"You're an artist and I am a muse," the Goblin states, reaching down to cup Lisa's chin with gloved fingers. It uses that touch to try and pull her back to her feet, still looming a little bit over her.