18609/The Couple that Slays Together

The Couple that Slays Together
Date of Scene:	18 July 2024
Location:	St. Dumas New York Base
Synopsis:	Mary and Blake track down the headquarters of the Order of St Dumas' members sent to kill them. There is subterfuge, blood, chaos...and animals. All the signs of a date to remember.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Seward, Blake Riviere

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Mary Seward has posed:
The Queen of Blood doesn't appreciate being made a target. Especially not during a hot date with her lover. The night was going so well, then a bunch of psychotic priests and nuns had to go and spoil it...Not even because they were two women like normal, but because of their vampirism.

An insult like that must be repaid in full...So, Miss Seward took it upon herself to come up with a brilliant idea for another date...Making those responsible date. Thanks to some "interrogation" from the only surviving member of the hit-squad, they finally had a lead on where to find the bible thumpers.

Turns out, they were plopped right here in New York. An unassuming mission in a run-down, poor section of the city. Practically hiding in plain sight. Mary puts it as plain as she could. "...Man, if I knew this place was here, this'd be the exact first choice I'd go with it. It's so obvious! I hate vampire hunters, they're ALWAYS like this! Do they think it's CUTE?!"

Here she was, ranting once again. As she is perched on their roof like a gargoyle.

"...So, we know the plan right? You go in first, cause they don't know about you...Then, I burst in and look all cool and sexy. And we just wing it after that..."

Blake Riviere has posed:
Well, persecution was persecution, even if it was because they were technically blood-drinking immortal creatures that the Order's beliefs said were the spawn of the devil himself. Where was all that modern tolerance when you needed it?

It had been a moment since Blake had been outright hunting a group...1940's france to be specific...but well, some paths and skills were fairly universal.

A local chapter established just to hunt down her paramour? She'd almost be flattered if she wasn't greatly annoyed by their interuption.

Clad in the figure-hugging corset and leather pants that was almost certainly an embrace of the asthetic as much as any practical stealth, she was perched nearby. "Mmmn, and if they've found a way to ward it against us...we set it on fire, no? It would be suitably poetic."

Mary Seward has posed:
"It's not as fun as getting to do the job intimately but still fun in general." She leans in and gives Blake a soft kiss on the cheek. "Go knock em' dead, sweetheart." She pats Blake on the chest.

"Literally." She sits herself down.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A little mouthed 'peck' of the cheek back to Mary and Blake winks, then she disappears in a swirl of shadows that has her disappearing into the dark. When she reappears? Well, the raven-haired beauty was clad in the same 'tactical nun' outfit a certain new fledgeling vampiress had first approached on.

Religious symbols never did do anything to Blake, but then, she'd seen some 'Truth faith' types that could do all sorts of things, so...

She moves, making to draw her way into the door following the path she'd been told by the former Sister Celeste.

Mary Seward has posed:
Mary cheekily watches over Blake from where she hung from the roof. Her line of sight follows Blake as she makes her way into the belly of the beast.

"...Damn, she even makes that look hot." She laughs to herself, as she reminds herself how lucky she was to have this woman as her girlfriend. She hops off from the Mission, and shifts into mist, blending into the cold night air. Her way to stay surveillant. Hidden.

Just close by.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Blake -could- shift her form enough to mirror one of their number completely, but where would the fun in that be? Instead 'sister' Blake moves deeper in, past the weird combination of modern and traditional armor and weapons, eyes sweeping over the numbers within.

When she sweeps in, she's looking for...intelligence, leads, to know what they knew about Mary or her...

It wouldn't do for them to have another interrupted date night after all.

Mary Seward has posed:
Of course, Mary had a reputation that preceded her. That would be reflected in what Blake found amongst the records of the order. A few scant images that wouldn't look out of place on a conspiracy wall, showing her scattered about in far back time periods.

News clippings of disappearances and "vampire sightings" in Gotham very recently, and similar reports in New York. Just as Sister Celeste had alluded to.

From the looks of some of these documents, it seems that they've Even piecing together theories on the Blood Red Moon, following rumors of Mary's agents based outside of the country, though nothing quite definitive yet.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Sightings, numerous as they are, Blake couldn't help but quirk her lips in amusement. Then she's headed deeper, slipping past the devottees and hunters. After all, eventually they might realise what was going on...and that she wasn't what she was appeared.

She had to find the power, the security.

Mary Seward has posed:
Finding those didn't take too long. It wasn't that big of a mission after all. Wouldn't take the World's Greatest Detective to eventually turn one's vision over to the catacombs of this mission. No doubt, they were carved out some time in this century. Only appearing archaic and ancient in its design choice. At least where said design wasn't interrupted by circuitry and technology.

Blake was right where she needed to be.

Her haste had unintentionally ended up drawing some attention to herself. As she'd watch the attendees and overlookers, on their monitors, and at their discussions, she'd hear approaching footsteps from behind. A nun that she had nonchalantly bumped into in her rush.

"Sister...May I ask what's brought you here in such a hurry?" The question seems innocent enough, though there is the slightest tinge of suspicion and hostility being hidden underneath. As to be expected from a zealot.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Sister," Blake offers, her back not turning to reveal her face just yet. After all, she'd found what she was looking for. "Like all of us I was seeking some answers," she purrs...yet as she spoke, the light began to seep out of the room, a frost spreading across the glass of the monitors for a moment.

"And now, is seek to open the gates."

A turn of her head, her eyes were glowing red and her fangs bared in wicked joy before a shower of sparks and cracking glass announced the loss of power and security systems shutting down.

Mary Seward has posed:
The nun steps back in surprise, pulling a hidden blade from under her habit...That was until all went dark.

She fumbles around the dark, hearing the chaos of the equally disorganized men and women of the cloth joining her in confusion and surprise.

She lets the glow of Blake's eyes serve as her lantern in the night, lunging forward at the vampire in a battle cry.

Blake Riviere has posed:
The lash of the blade meets...air. It was a fairly basic trick, a misdirection, a blade at mist with no real hope of proper injury. High-pitched laughter dancing through the halls and bringing attention her way...while Mary was clear to finally join the party...

Mary Seward has posed:
And join she did...Of course, this was Mary. So, she had to make her entrance in style. The front doors were forcefully slammed open, a strong cool breeze blowing through. At the entrance stands the Queen of Blood, in her usual unique and immodest outfit, that contrasted with Blake's much more conservative nun disguise.

"Hello, bible thumpers! Was it me you were looking for?...Let me tell you, I always love to meet fans, but you could've gone about introducing yourselves in a much subtler way."

Those who gained some sense of vision thanks to the moonlight had their weapons at the ready.

"No, no. No..." Mary shakes her head, raising a finger and pointing it down. "Don't even bother Just put those down. Really...Really, how do you think this is gonna go?"

She sighs. "I hate all you humans so much. The only thing good you have is the blood in your veins....But, I hate your type the most, you self-righteous christo-fascists." A hiss escapes her. "Tormenting anyone you deem sinful, killing them cause in your eyes, they might as well be animals..." She grins, tilting her head as a crossbow bolt whizzes by.

"...One of you's a bad listener." She taunts. "But, anyway...If it's animals you're after...I figured...I'd bring them right to you."

Mary was friends with the Brotherhood of Mutants...and being with the Brotherhood meant easy access to their teleporter technology. She could use it to move herself and others from across the globe...and as a swirling, foggy vortex opens up behind her, and as the Fathers and Brothers and Sisters begin to charge...out comes...a horde of animals. Horses, Bovine, Swine, Fowl, rodents. All kinds. Sporting glowing red eyes, and sharp fangs. Caught by surprise, those in the order find themselves beset upon by vicious, rabid...and vampiric animals. The worst of all being this large, brown cow who moos terribly...as it seems to blaze fire upon them. While Mary just sits around and watches.

She didn't tell Blake this was part of the plan.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Blake had gone for drama, spooks, all of that...but Mary's plan and her little monsterous menagerie was really unexpected. Teleportation tech? That was very very new...

A blink, a lift of her hand drawing the startled sister with her into the air before she sunk her fangs into the woman. Leaving her screaming as she's plucked into the shadows.

Mary Seward has posed:
Mary struts in like she owns the place, unfazed by how this place went from a holy mission and hideout of ordained modern-day templars, into basically a barn.

For the priests and nuns who manage to escape from the chaos, crying out the name of their patron, Mary came out to deal with them. Taking the form of an animal herself, a wolf, to tear into them...But, of course, the worst they had to deal with was the cow. Who barged through them, rended them with her fangs...teleported across the mission, yes, she indeed could do that, and lit them aflame with hellfire.

Mary really loved that cow.

But, it wasn't long until she noticed her lover at work, quickly joining Blake as she helped herself to fresh nun blood.

"...Thanks for the help, darling..." She pulls up a wrist and bites into it.

Blake Riviere has posed:
The massacre that follows along bringing the creatures storming through the narrow space was watched by Blake as she hung by the ceiling and her victim's struggles eventually began to subside as they were overwhelmed by the sensations of feeding, hypovolemia or both...

There was less for Blake to do, with the creatures rampaging...but she wasn't without a show.

Besides, she -had- opened the door...

As Mary arrived, Blake's blood-stained lips drew back, one hand reaching out to grasp Mary by the chin and divert her into a kiss for a moment that transferred some of that crimson stain.

"You could have told me about the stampede..."

Mary Seward has posed:
Mary of course, leans into the kiss, not minding the woman between them.

"Yeah, but you might not have gone for it if I said that I had a bunch of vampire farm animals at the ready...also, you know, figured it'd be a fun surprise." She grins, as cheekily as ever.

"...I've been dying for an opportunity to test them out, and I must say, it's gone well..."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Somehow," Blake muses lightly, "after living for centuries...I am able to be surprised by you." A little shake of her head and the darkness wraps around them while Blake's mouth returns to her current victim, the first of many from those who would flee or fight the vampiric animals.

Screams, weapon fire, the sound of fleeing, all of it would ring out through the stone structures into the night as the monster hunters recieved their lesson at the hands of the 'Monsters' that they could very easily still be prey...

Mary Seward has posed:
screams that were practically music to Mary's ears. Adorable. "...Oh, I think Betsy's flames have started to catch onto their pillars...Looks we've burned this place down after alll..."

A minor amusement. She gets all of what she wanted in the end. Typical for her.

Blake Riviere has posed:
The next victim falls, Blake's shadowy form draws back from her semi-silhoutte to fully formed...but she was still dressed as one of the huntress nuns herself as she makes to exhale a slow laugh.

"Truly some divine wrath you brought down on them," she muses as she bends to retrieve what files and documents she can. Just in case...in case there were more cells, Blake's Hellfire contacts could come in handy.

Looking over her shoulders, she grins lightly. "Lets finish up...then perhaps we can spend some time 'confessing our sins,'."

Mary Seward has posed:
Mary laughs. "As you wish...Mother Riviere." She grins, taking Blake by the hand and taking her off for more bloody merriment.

All in all, a good date night. Definitely enough to make up for the park.