16467/Try A Little Priest

Try A Little Priest
Date of Scene:	02 December 2023
Location:	St. Mary's Cathedral of Holy Light
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Inez Temple, Monet St. Croix, Tabitha Smith

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Inez Temple has posed:
Most people on a Friday night go to clubs. Some stay at home, and eat pizza before going to bed early like absolute dorks. Inez Temple, the mercenary known as Outlaw? She gets together a group of willing women to terrorize a church.

The call from Inez came out of nowhere, with an offer of pizza and drinks on her in return for help with a job. Does it involve the safety and security of the mutant race? No. Does it involve the X-Men or Westchester school in even the most generous view? Absolutely not. Why contact X-Force? Because Wade is off doing fuck knows what involving a can of Crisco, Bea Arthur's autobiography as read by Estelle Getty, and a drain snake, and she has no other real friends.

Don't ask. Really... Don't ask!

The address that was sent to any interested parties was for a small church in one of the worst parts of NYC, damn near in Jersey. Inez is waiting wearing a pair of daisy dukes, a plaid shirt tied under her breasts, and her ever-present hat... along with a fur coat against the cold, and to hide her guns. She's waiting patiently, playing on her phone.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's not something that Cable has shown up for, which is apparently a deciding point for Monet to show up for it. Also most of her experiences with religion being based around justification of xenophobia had made her even more willing. So,s he would arrive at the location walking in, taking her time to telepathically scan the area.

"Charming. Couldn't we have gone for somewhere with a pretense of class, like Coney Island or Atlantic City?" Monet was decidedly lukewarm to both of them.

"So, what exactly is our objective here?" She wasn't a fan of pizza but some time spent with her teammates would be useful for networking when they.. Weren't being set on fire the way operations with Cable seemed to go.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
It's not exactly the sort of time you bust out the uniform but you might also need to still look badass. Thankfully Tabitha's got something for most occasions in her wardrobe. In this case black jeans and a a racing jacket in red leather that matches her boots. The blonde from Virginia keeping her long hair in loose twint ails set high. Glasses styled like classic Ray Bans keeping the rest out of her eyes.

She took Inez's invite up. X-men stuff kind of gets in the way of hanging out. That and her hunt for a new four wheel vehicle after her van got shot up.

Her bike still runs. And that's what she took to get to the address. But in the increasing cold of winter's onset she kinda wants to drive with no icy wind in her face.

"Girl you look ready to break a few mechanical bulls and or pelvises!" comes the greeting in a very complimentary tone. "So we're gonna do something that'll get us sent to hell? Cool!" she keeps a grin on her lips.

Inez Temple has posed:
"This?" Inez blinks, and looks down at her attire, before shrugging. "It's comfy, y'know? Reckon' the coat's enough t' keep me warm iffin' I get a wee bit of a chill." And that settles that regarding her appearance, although she side-eyes Monet as if waiting to see if she's going to pile on too. She's thought up some clever zingers for Miss Perfect!

"I gotta job, defendin' some guy that thinks he's t' Son o' Satan. Need some blessed iron t' make bullets." She informs the two, ignoring Monet's dig about the location. Maybe they'll get lucky and someone will try and mug the dark woman. That'd be a barrel of laughs! "Priest might need some convincin' t' gimme the iron or even some blessed water t' do it m'self. Owes me for a job, an' I might need help convincin' him to pay up."

Sooo... Inez called on X-Force to beat up a priest. Tracks.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "What pray tell then makes you think that this priest is /capable/ of making it in the first place? I hope that you've done research on the target up front to confirm that they are both in possession of the materials and capable of competently performing appropriate rituals. I presume there's some level of actual belief required in their prepration or televangelists would be capable of culling most undead populations."

But still, it's getting to beat up a priest and it has that going for it. Then as Inez goes 'Son of Satan' she would narrow her eyes. "ANd is such an individual actually /capable/ of paying you?" Mostly as the name sounded ridiculous enough to her to be on par with 'NFL Superpro' or 'Big Wheel'.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Monet, there is no such thing as Class when it comes to Atlantic City. Gotham is a nicer town and it's wall to wall street crime." she explains and eyerolls at the woman. "You know this." Gotham being infinitely more fun when you can also set things on fire with a thought.

"So what do you need the bullets for? Demons, vampires? Sometimes it's easier just getting silver and going from there." she asks back to Inez. The blonde already doing the telepath thing to sweep to see if the priest in question is there. "Think he might have a stash of ammo already?" she further ponders. Could just swipe them and cut out middle men.

Inez Temple has posed:
"I'll have y' know I taught Sunday School fer two weeks back in Texas!" Inez huffs at Monet, as she leads the group towards the doors of the church, stopping on the threshold. "From what I heard, 'long as he ain't defrocked, it'll be holy." She eyes the doors, "'Bout as holy as eatin' crackers and drinkin' wine and callin' it blood and flesh, I reckon."

When her client is criticized, she shrugs. "Deposit hit t' off-shore accounts." She says, "If he's just some crazy, it'll still pay for t' lawyer fees for the divorce. Wade made a score, an' Imma divorce his scaly ass an' collect alimony."

Because of course he did so of course she is. Although at this point, God only knows if Wade and Inez are actually married, or what the status is between them, because Inez sure as hell doesn't. "He's doin' some exorcism of some shmuck named Icky Talons." She tells Tabby easily, as she walks up the steps to the door. "But ixney on t' emonday, yeah? Doubt he'll be so accommodatin' if he knew I weren't on the side o' t' angels."

She then doffs her hat, like a good Christian girl, and opens the door, beaming at the priest puttering about the altar. "Padre!" She calls cheerfully.

He turns, sees her, and goes white as his dress before he bolts for the door to the rectory.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
"And it didn't burn to the ground? You're far more of a righteous woman than I presumed." Monet manages to almost get that verbal tone of disappointment on the edge of her voice with the effort of someone attempting to do a good job of parroting it from years of etiquette training to do so in a socially functional manner. At the mention of 'Wade' and 'divoce', there's a small twitch on Monet's facial features that Tabitha will be able to pick up from the time the two have spent working together. Just the visualization before it can be banished is sufficient.

The important thing before they get involved for any mercenary establishment is that the check went through. As the target goes to make a run for it, Monet would sigh and then gesture over at them. "Tabitha, fetch." Even while smiling over at the priest with sadistic sweetness. "She's had all of her shots."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Making it big on the end of the nuptials gets an encouraging nod from Tabitha. "I got kicked out when I was a young'un. They don't exactly like the idea of someone pointing out Jesus' socialist leanings." she admits though she also seems to let hints of her own southern accent creep in.

Sadly more jokes about talking half of Wade's shit have to go on hold. The priest is running and and trying to get away has Tabby frowning and flicking a plasma bomb over the runner's head. It's a flashbang so as it flies the blonde plugs her ears with fingers. "Y'all might wanna do the same as me. Won't hurt him but he'll have some mean tinitus." The women should have just enough time to avoid a ringing in their ears.

BOOM! Flashbangs can be fun!

Inez Temple has posed:
Jokes? Who's joking, Tabitha?

Inez certainly isn't as she watches the priest run away, shoving the hat back on her head and putting her fists on her hips. "Well, that's just a mite bit disrespectful, padre." Inez tells him, before wincing at the flashbang. Fortunately, she's a tough ol' bird, and the damage heals quick. She digs at one ear with a pinky. "Tabitha! We're in the Lord's House. Have some respect." She chides the other blonde.

The Priest, meanwhile, looks utterly horrified by the situation he finds himself in. And he ducks to the left, covering his head as the flashbang goes off. He is on the floor, crawling under a pew. "N.. no!" He whimpers, "You..! You.. y.. you promised." He looks wild-eyed around as he attempts to get to his feet. "I didn't *know*!"

Inez clucks her tongue, shaking her head. "Ain't that life fer y', Padre? You gunna run, or I gotta hog tie you?" She leans down, and whispers loudly in her ear. "M' fri.. m' *companion* over there, with t' dark skin? She's *Muslim*." She can't quite bring herself to call M a friend, but the alternative makes her sound like a hooker.

The Priest gasps, and looks at Monet with a horrified expression that's also just a touch confused why her religion should horrify him so much. But apparently whatever past he has with Inez, it's enough to make a threat out of anything.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's a -glare- given over from Monet to Inez. Something she's going to be going into later with her. But for now she'll just play her role even as she outwardly showcases the distaste the commentary makes her feel. WRist cocked back and smiling ever so sadistically. Then going to speak over in Arabic rapidly and starting to insult the man, his ancestors, and for good measure the pathetic nature of the current state of religion and society in general.

"/And/ I'm perfect and better than you." That goes without saying after all. The flabby old man should feel honored by having her in his presence, pathetic as he is. She would advance on the man. "Give us what and this will be fast and painless."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Hey I ain't setting the place on fire." Tabby points out once nobody has to yell over the ringing ears. "Not like I have super speed or flight." her mobility boosting would probably level the place.

The shorter of the women rounds the pew while the priest cowers and Tabby's own hands rest on hips while they get to interrogating.

"So why you running exactly? Be honest now. We can really smell when someone's feeding us a line." she gets a little more pointed and serious sounding in her tone. No point telling about the telepathy. "And I'm LGBTQ plus." she adds in the attempts to intimidate the man. They fact that it might has the woman internally rolling her eyes at Inez and Monet.

So the man is a bigot. Might as well use it against him.