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DANGER Nick Drago, DANGER
Date of Scene: 29 June 2021
Location: Muse Hotel And Spa
Synopsis: Catman and Satana come by to warn Nick about Gentleman Ghost and offer their services
Cast of Characters: Michael Hannigan, Thomas Blake, Satana Hellstrom




Michael Hannigan has posed:
While not a commonly spoken of hotel. The Muse Hotel and Spa is one of the entertainment industry's best kept secrets for an amazing stay. The staff is disciplined, they don't bat an eye to odd requests from their guests, and if they DO gossip, no one has been the wiser.

So when a rock star who is currently staying with them trots in in the early AM hours and wants a beer. Well, they're getting him a damn beer. Honestly that's probably one of the tamest requests they've ever gotten. Hell, just last week some songstress named Taylor held their spa employees practically hostage for two days straight.

That's another story altogether.

So, back to the bar in the lobby area. With Nick's drink served, the bartender lingers elsewhere, taking the time to spotcheck supplies. Save for him and the rockstar positioned to the back end of the wrap around bar, no one else is present.

Nick downs a considerable amount of the bottle in one go. Setting it down on the countertop with a sigh. "Probably going to need another one." He admits to the bartender.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake is present. He's just very good at being where people are not looking. He takes a minute to make sure there are no other living humans present. Satana will take care of the rest. He's respectful of personal space. Not to mention he's wearing his working outfit, bronze mask, claws, the works. So there's... Catman sitting at the end of the bar. With a drink. In a to go cup.

"Mr. Drago, I'm glad you chose to meet with us. I don't think we need to worry about anyone else disturbing us?" Half question there. He looks around for someone?

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"By us," the almost purring voice behind Nick adds, "he means himself and me."

Satana steps into view from close behind Nick, torso wrapped in a plain linen blouse, too-tight, unbuttoned to just below the swell revealing a hint of red fabric underneath. Her hips are in a plain, black woolen broadcloth skirt, hemline just a tad too high for professionalism (at least the profession she's pitching...) and her legs beneath lovingly encased in sheer black. The pumps are plain and sensible, however, as are the thick-rimmed glasses, arms linked by chains that hang behind her neck. Standing in sharp contrast to those latter are her lips, plump and reddened with an almost unholy amount of glossy lipstick, as if intended to leave behind a stain on anything they touch for hours to come. Red hair is arranged in a high bun, although some stray wisps have escaped and form an almost horn-like structure at her hairline.

Held to her chest is a (very fortunate) cloth-bound hardcover book, title not visible, though a tag on the spine reads 808.803538. Azure eyes peep out over the glasses at Nick.

"Are you really Nick Drago?" Satana asks, breathless, in a thrilling contralto that wraps itself around the hearing and pleasure centres both of the male brain. "I've been a fan for ages."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
It is so good that the staff at this hotel is so disciplined to not question masked man. Isn't it? Hmm. Maybe something to think about later.

As Catman speaks Nick turns his head to look over, not noticing as the second bottle is set beside his first by the bartender before they go make themselves scarce. Eh if anything goes missing from the bar, they know which room to charge.

Nick murmurs a bit of thanks to the fleeing barkeep before glancing back to the masked man. An assessing glance is to given to the entire outfit. Pale blue eyes look to the green ones behind the mask. "...Nice outfit. Well. The phone call seemed to indicate it was impor-"

As Satana speaks up, the musician's head turns. And upon seeing the interesting attire the voluptuous woman has chosen. A brow raises, the side of his lips curving upwards slightly in reaction. The T-shirted rocker gives a nod to the question, for a moment not finding the appropriate words. But eventually he finds some. "I am. Almost always a pleasure to meet fans." He pauses, looking between the two. "...Ok now you two have me feeling underdressed."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake mutters something about it being literal in some sense. He takes another sip of caopirinha. When he speaks it is all business.

"Honey. Tell Mr Drago what we found out, before you need hosing off." He takes another sip, hopes she listens. The barkeep seems to be keeping busy elsewhere. "We can socialize later..." he hopes again. As he drinks his jacket opens to reveal a Silver Round shirt.

"Honey... please focus."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Two expressions that Satana's face gets that likely send chills down Thomas' spine. The first is miffed. The second is stubborn.

This is the second.

"I've been a fan since 'Social Disease'," Satana says after darting a narrow-eyed glance Thomas' way. She leans in closer, positioning herself for a pair of surveyors to start doing detailed mapping of revealed terrain. "But 'Private Hell' spoke to me in ways you can't possibly imagine."

Her tongue makes a brief appearance as she wets her lips.

"But I would like to try to explain it to you sometime." Deep and husky. Inviting voice from beneath the unblinking blue eyes with the red glow.

Independence from (dominance over?) Thomas asserted, Satana straightens up a bit. (A bit.) "But Th... ah... Catman is right. There's business to deal with first. Someone is trying to get you and has decided to do something incredibly stupid to do this. We're here to warn you."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake arches an eyebrow beneath his mask. His mouth betrays no expression like the gambler he is. He doesn't gamble with Satana. He transgressed. He is also not big on verbal apologies. As he speaks to fill in the gaps, he extends a hand to the redhead, fingers curved slightly.

"It was the Gentleman Ghost. He wanted help chastising you as you can actually hit him. Not big on being smacked he is. He is recruiting demonic assistance. OK, disclaimer. He wanted us to help mess with you. Sweete here sent him packing. She's no slouch." The fingers motion towards him.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The visual clues and the verbal ones do add up. The revealed Silver Round shirt upon Catman. Which. Ok. The guy found a way to fit it into the work attire. Props to that. But the mentioning of the debut albums. Nick gives a nod. "Ah. The very begining then. Rod wrote most of the ones on Social Disease. Really put his soul into performing..."

Nick pauses. Blinking a bit as he glances away, lifting the bottle up as he looks over to Catman instead. He gives a slight nod. "Hmm." He gives a slight nod, bringing the bottle to his lips to take a drawn out sip. The bottle lowers and is soon slid aside to make way for the second bottle. "Recruited." He corrects, "And he sure as hell is no Gentleman. And what the hell is with those guns?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh. The warning came late. Pity."

Satana isn't showing a lot of remorse, to be clear.

"He came to me with an insultingly low offer to help him find a rhyming demon to torment you with." Satana rolls her eyes in disgust. "Two souls up-front, three on delivery. That's barely a luncheon! And undoubtedly he'd be one of those kinds who don't understand you *deliver*, not just identify. Likely think giving me an address and a name is all that it takes!"

Satana starts pacing angrily as she talks, gesticulating as she talks. "Is it too much to ask for a bit of respect?!" she asks rhetorically. "And when he upset my darling T... Catman, well, that was that. He was evicted after a good, solid working over."

A proud glance is darted Thomas' way.

"So I thought we should come and warn you that he'd likely hire a rhyming demon, though at the prices he's offering he can probably barely afford a wannabe rapper demon."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake says, "Well ghost or not, he's a theme criminal and bat shit crazy. The guns work and can throw all kind of nasty magic your way. What a ghost wants with money, I don't know. I mean I like money but I need to spend it on things. Revenge I understand. But still crazy talk about a flaming baby head?" As he speaks he inches down the bar. Was he frightened of Satana? No. Physical danger was nothing. Was he frightened? -yes. She could have most men and a lot of women, did not need any of his crap. He's sidling down the bar as he talks and finally reaches a hand out, snaking it around her slim waist and ready to bear the consequences as he interrupts her pacing. He gives her cheek a nuzzle, whispers something absolutely filthy to her. Grabs her a little tighter, knowing she could send his severed limbs akimbo. The hosing down crack was small of him. Amends need to be made. The glow in her eyes, the way she speaks of him, all those mean you don't cringe or flinch. Better to die like a lion than live like a sheep.

Oh Drago.

"Anway possibly we could be of help on your tour till this Ghost can be ghosted."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick's brows are not hidden by a mask so the rise of them is apparent as Satana talks about low-ball offers to go after him. Well. Looks like he should be glad that this ghost is apparently cheap.

"Well, he seemed to get one that did do rhymes. But, it didn't look like they were exactly on the same page on what to do." His eyes look back over to Thomas as he speaks more, quietly watching as taller man sidles over beside what apparently a his soul eating girlfriend.

Nick has to bite back a slight laugh at the flaming baby head comment. "Flaming baby sun." He corrects, "Annnd I don't think he was aiming for money when he showed up last night."

He brings his right hand up, exposing the scar on his forearm as he props his chin on the fingers. "I do know the Gotham concert is getting delayed a bit so they can look over some security concerns. Seems teleportation never crossed their minds before." He looks to Satana, "...I'm assuming that whatever the cheap ass ghost got, you can easily handle?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh," Satana says, with false modesty, smiling now after Thomas has done his pennance. And whispered something to her. "I'm sure there will be no difficulty with his hired help. I figure a couple of magic words and it's gone."

She holds out her hands, weaving them in stereotypical spell casting motions.

"PISS. OFF." Spoken in exaggerated sonorous vocals, with just a hint of a growl behind them.

"I'm well known in those circles. It'll listen because it knows the consequences are ... not something desirable."

She looks to the left.

She looks to the right.

She leans forward to Mike again, dragging Thomas with her.

"I generally eat souls and then shit the remains into Hell, you see."

Straightening once again, she grins at Nick. "It's actually a pleasant experience for the first half. It's the second half that gets excrutiatingly painful. And then what's left is doomed for all eternity in Hell. It's fun!"

Cocked head. Gaze lock. "I can stop before the painful part," she says with a husky voice. "I do it all the time with..." Her elbow nudges Thomas. "And I do so love to share the happiness!"

Not mentioned is the coda: and nourish myself from the soul fragments I chew...

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gives Satana a kiss on the neck. "I will add she does this with souls headed there anyway. She will probably do it for me one day. I knew I was headed there anyway. But you need to know, Mr. Drago, we want to help you. We're bad people... but even we're not bad 24-7. And we can be good friends. Say the word and we'll put a crew together.... a little gratuity would be nice for the people we hire. But these demons will not get you or get near you."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As Satana goes into detail about the consumption of souls. The details of what currency was part of the failed negotiations with Gentleman Ghost comes up. The fingers on his hand shift upwards, covering his mouth in thought.

"I have concerns." Nick admits, "One of which is preferred currency." He looks over to Satana, "If souls are your thing. I don't think I could afford you." He pauses, "... I also had another friend offer help by coming along on the tour. He's a bit chaotic but...overall a good guy. Not sure how you guys would get along with him."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, there's lots of currency, Mr. Drago! And there's ways of consuming some of them that aren't so ... permanent."

An arm snakes around Thomas' shoulders, squeezing them affectionately.

"And indeed some might consider that kind a two-way payment," she adds with a slow wink and inviting face. "I am very good at what I do. But your payment has been rendered in full for ages. Do you realize how many people you sent down over the years? You're a celebrity back home! If it weren't for the fact it would probably burn away the moment I put it up, I'd have a poster of you in my bedroom!"

It's positively chilling how she talks about eternal damnation, isn't it?

"When your turn comes, you won't be in the pits for long, if at all. You're just too effective at damning. You'll be in the upper ranks in no time! Celebrity, after all, has its privileges. And just think, we've got all the real greats down there. I mean we missed Dizzy, but we got Charles. We've got everybody who anybody remembers. Like Wolfgang. David (though he's a bit spooky!). Think of the kind of music you could make with the kind of crowd we've got! It'll be a Hell of a ride!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gives Satana the subtle 'Please stop talking" cue -a pinch on the rear, given with fingers that could roll a frying pan. "Mr. Drago... your final destination is up to you. And as to the people after you, they're demons or damned so we'd be tidying up dumping their asses in Hell. She... doesn't go after innocents. the last guy she caught with a big of repenting in his soul? I was holding her hair all night while she yuked. Poor thing." Catman is very good at landing on his feet but spin doctoring is another thing.

"Anyway we came to warn you. Here's my card in case you want to get in touch... also I really liked Genosha. Writing that took balls.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
It is likely a good thing Nick covered his mouth before. Right now it obscures his mouth opening further. The lower portion of his jaw peeks out from below. "All the albums or just-?" As Thomas speaks up, he looks over to him. Jaw closing. He glances to the card being slid over and nods, reaching over to take the card and acknowlege the compliment. "Yeah had to change my number after that one..." He admits, glancing to the card. "You alright with me bringing this up with the friend I mentioned before? Kind of get a feel for matters..."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Well the earliest album, of course, had the biggest impact. But all your work is well-regar..." Satana stops mid-word to dart a poisonous glance at Thomas. "OK, but yes, to business. The truth is that while I consume souls in preparation for Hell, it is the wicked souls that taste best. Given the choice between a child-abusing or -raping asshole and some decent schmuck just trying to get through life, the priest wins hands-down over the pickpocket. Those corrupt souls are absolutely the tastiest thing on the menu."

She pats her belly. How can someone do that seductively!?

"I have very refined tastes and, well, sure, sometimes I have to slum it, but most times there's more than enough high-grade corruption in the world for me to feast on. So I shoot for that."

That smile wouldn't be out of place on a mindless cheerleader type.

"So you're perfectly safe. So is, most likely, your band and its hangers-on. Just not enough refined corruption for my palate these days. I've become quite spoiled."

Resting her head on Thomas' shoulder, half-closing her eyes, she adds, "So yes, think on it. We'd love to help. I mean for me just as a fan. I'm sure Thomas will bring up tawdry monetary things as well, like we get to keep the possessions of the ones we take out. But me, I'm just a huge fangirl!"