16136/Highline Night

Highline Night
Date of Scene:	21 October 2023
Location:	Club Highline
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Loki, Blake Riviere

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Loki has posed:
On a Friday night, the club is thick with people, everyone trying to quickly fan away the recent workweek, or perhaps drown it in a sea of drinks and pleasures. To the left of the bar, up on the second floor, there's a larger group hanging out, enjoying drinks, in a booth area of seating. Five people - a mix of men and women - are within one of the booths, but seem to have had QUITE a bit to drink, as they are all reclined there.

More oddly, maybe, there is a dark haired man seated cross-legged /on/ the table, faced outwards, relaxed with a drink in hand. Those at the table don't seem to mind, they're in a very drunk state.

Without helmet or battle gear or any of it, people don't recognize Loki: and there's no real reason to pick him out here, in this dark place of lights and modern fun. He's in sleek blacks, and his hair is snugly ponytailed back. He IS sitting on the table, but nobody cares-- or maybe they don't notice, really. He is not masking that he's not human at the moment, so anyone with supernatural senses would pick him out right away. His slow, stronger heartbeat, the difference in scent.

"No, it's garbage," Loki answers of a waitress that breezes by and points, indicating to ask if he wants a refill. He puts his semi-filled glass on her tray, while she blinks. She didn't quite hear him-- or maybe thinks she didn't. "Sorry, what?" she yells. Loki just gives a vague dismissive smile.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Odd was probably the norm when it came to mutant-friendly places like this, but the was always varying degrees of strange one could find out and about and Blake was no stranger to many of them. Indeed, while Loki himself might blend in a little better with his clothing and lack of horns, the raven-haired girl in black with the red hair ribbons seemed to be delighting in the chance to fit in by being just a little bit different.

It wasn't that abnormal for Blake to go to a club after all, she needed a drink now and then like everyone else.

Well maybe not -exactly- like everyone else...

Of course, the Asgardian 'prince' would indeed stand out, senses such as hers easily zeroing on the differences below the surface while she entered the club and drawing her eyes to the sight of the man himself.

Loki has posed:
The waitress turns away, looking down, but notices the glass that Loki gave back isn't empty. Puzzled, she turns back around .... but Loki's not there. She's abruptly confused, and looks around, disoriented, and unable to find him.

Well, no. Technically Loki's there. He just turned invisible, in a blink. Anyone who was staring at him -- which, well, is just Blake -- would certainly have seen him wink out of existence!

Those at the table sort of saw, but also not. Drinking can make things blurry enough already. Loki, meanwhile, does an automatic quick scan, as he usually does, to see if anyone caught on. Should Blake still be looking, she might well feel the invisible return gaze.

Blake Riviere has posed:
To disappear entirely was said to be a 'rare gift', but one shared by at least two in attendance as Loki would indeed see the young woman's gaze remain on him dispite the vanishing act. A mote of amusement, a quirk of her painted lips and she moved, pausing only to make eye contact with a member of the wait staff who looked dazed for the barest of seconds before heading to deliver an order that had never actually been spoken aloud.

"Are you the shy sort Mr....?" she muses as she approaches the table, unbothered by the fact some might see her speaking to noone.

Loki has posed:
"Merely tired of human idiocy," Loki's voice floats in response, having no issue with her awareness of him, though there's still no visual at all. He's an expert of bending light for illusions, or to cloak when he wants to - in whatever degree he chooses to. But he spoke, so no, he's not hidden, in that sense.

But now Blake's very interesting. He 'flexes' --- not physically, but he adjusts his illusion, reappearing. But he mimics the scent of her kind, picks up on the sounds of her vampiric body. To any casual check, he's the same as she. He cloaks, matching to what she's presenting. "Which you seem to lack," Loki adds, curiously. It's a compliment, by his tone: that not being human is clearly positive. "It isn't 'mister'. It is Prince, if you want an accurate title." Which doesn't particularly clarify what or who he is; perhaps he's a vampire prince. He knows full well she was looking for a name, but Loki's a bag of games.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Close, close enough. Perhaps he had even picked up on the fact that unlike most she actually had her heartbeat...Impressive.

Her hand reaches out, she reaches to claim the drink that thr lightly dazed waitress brought to her without making eye-contact. There was more than one way to be invisible after all, and making it so that others eyes or thoughts couldn't linger on you might well be just as effective.

"Prince?" she repeats, a little chuckle before Blake traces her other fingertip over the rim of the glass.

In my own experience, the weight of any crown is one burdened far more often by the...how did you put it? Idiocy?"

Her accent was, lightly french it seems, or at least she was making a point to present it that way if nothing else.

Loki has posed:
"It's as heavy as you allow it to be," Loki says flippantly, but there's an arrogance of the undertone to that which does, entirely, fit that he may have been entirely honest. Or he's an excellent actor. Usually that's a blend, though: the best acts come from some place of small truth...

Loki is absolutely obfuscating, and letting her see that he is doing that. He's playful in manner, though all he's really done now is lean back on the table some, and let one leg dangle, as if the table were his personal throne to lounge on -- not surrounded by a bunch of mostly unconscious partygoers.

"You're going to drink that?" Loki asks, with an interested curiosity. Maybe he misread something about what she is; he was suspecting she might be blood only. There's so many breeds of supernatural creatures and their varieties, there's always a new blend to find or learn about. "Interesting." He does think so, though his manner is that of her being a new bright color of butterfly. Nice enough, really.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Was she going to drink that? The woman smirked a little, taking a small sip for herself as if to make the point. Messing with what he thought he knew perhaps?

A game played from both directions it seems. It would be an odd sight, would that anyone could see it.

It wasn't that she couldn't eat or drink normal food, it was...simply equivlent to humans being only able to eat rabbit. It wouldn't give her everything she needed without blood.

"And is this where you intend to rule Mr Prince? Not exactly the most comfortable throne I have seen..."

Loki has posed:
Well, the 'prince' of the table is visible. He hasn't cast anything that would particularly hide him; he just chose an audience that is incapable. Though one of them does sit up and groan a little bit, and give Loki a confused look. Still, that's all it is -- since Loki does seem like someone else now. But that's all it was.

Loki's 'character' as a vampire is otherwise well intact: he didn't drink any of 'his', he just sent it away as garbage!

"Again: not 'Mister'," Loki corrects, as if repeating himself was slightly irritating. "And no. I'm on vacation." He rotates slightly, using the side of shoe to nudge back the drunk that was starting to lean too close. It's a touch of mostly disgust, and then Loki moves to his feet, to stand up. There's a flare of showmanship there, a stylish outward flex of wrists and hands to make his coat open as he lands. Like a proper vampire movie. "Help yourself to the ladies, if you like."

The move of eyes indicates the three women there. Certainly he's made a buffet. "Oh, one more thing...." Loki turns back to his table, and leans over, to 'borrow' the phone of the man on the left. He applies his OWN thumb to it to unlock it, and enters in a message. He relocks the phone, and puts it back on the guy, serenely, as if this were normal. "Trying to keep my promises lately," Loki explains, in a bored aside to Blake, with zero other explanation.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"The curious Prince then," Blake offers, though if she he was being referred to as the curiousity or the curious was anyone's guess. Herself, the raven-haired vampiress sets her drink down. "And how gracious he is..."

Mocking? Playful? Possibly some mix of both, as if she was amused by the idea of requiring permission.

"Well then, perhaps I should offer you good fortune in your struggles of promise."

Loki has posed:
"Always curious. Imagine a 'life' when nothing was curious? Apathy's the biggest tragedy," Loki claims, with a depth of intensity just under the surface that only the very long-lived can truly feel. Whatever Loki is, he's been around a long while.

"I think we'll meet again. Perhaps we'll get to names at that time," Loki teases. He moves from the table in two swift movements, with a sideways flare of a grin. He makes it to approximately the stairs, does a showy little lunge... and vanishes. In full view of all of the people there. There's a mix of shock, pleasure, curiosity--- as it appeared to be they had a magician among them. Loki has his fun, after all, in whatever way his choatic whim compels him!