755/=Lions and Demons and Capes, Oh MY

=Lions and Demons and Capes, Oh MY
Date of Scene:	25 March 2020
Location:	Central Park Zoo
Synopsis:	Possibly... omelettes.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Blake, Satana Hellstrom

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Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake looks back at his lions... "Damn! I could have gotten to know her..." He looks off in the direction Hellcat took. Eh. vigilantes. A lion roars and a Zookeeper finally comes out. He sees Catman and freezes. The might work on some predators, not the kind Gotham breeds. Blake is on him in a nonce, grabbing the man and hanging him over the railing of the lion enclosure. One hand is clamped over the keeper's mouth.

"You chintz on feeding them annnd when I try to do the right thing, I pay you and your friends to look the other way... You sic a vigilante on me, Dooley? We are having words about that, now. The wards are 'good-bye Dooley'. Nero is starving. Angelique is pregnant and eating for three. I give you a moment to pray or ponder." The man claws at the steel like wrist before him, to no avail.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
It's a nice night for a walk, and Satana finds herself in Central Park. Probably not the best idea after dark, but it's not like the succubus is terribly afraid of any muggers. She'd forgotten that there's a zoo, and vaults herself lightly over the closed gates. There's something going on around the corner, from the sounds. Oh, the lions!

Leaning on the railing, the redhead in black leather spots a familiar face. She just watches for a moment, then gives a big wave before she calls out. "Y'know, I think there's a policy against feeding the animals!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake says without looking up, "Not now Hellcat, I'm busy. We can have our little scuffle in a moment... oh..." He finally spares Satana a glance. He looks back at the zookeeper and mutters, "This is the luckiest night of your shitty life. I will be back. Nero and his family will be well fed by you or... I'll feed them... my way. Now get lost this is someone I want to... talk to."

The keeper is dumped on the pavement and receives a quick kick in the pants, sending him on his way."

Thomas saunters over to Satana, mirroring her pose on the railing, though not as effectively to his eye. "Blast! My evil plan exposed! And I have my cowl pulled back. Sorry thought you were Hellcat coming back." He goes to pull his cowl back over his face.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana is smiling coyly at him, elbows resting on the railing. She waves again, fingertips only this time. "Hellcat? Baby, I've been called a lot of things..." she replies. Hips shift and she tilts her head as Thomas approaches. "Oh that's alright. I was sort of wondering how to get a hold of you again, and now I know."

She straightens up, then, as he pulls the cowl forward again. "You don't need that for me, and I really don't think the zookeeper is gonna be bothering -anyone- again. Once he changes his pants, that is." Looking over his shoulder towards the lions, she asks. "Gonna introduce me to your friends, or am I the sort of girl you'd be ashamed to take home?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake lets his hands down. He nods then says, "I have never... had someone grab my ass while I assumed the position. Which is a relief because Batman, Arrow? Not my type. I looked you up and got a lot of crazy talk about you... demoness, succubus, sorceress. One guy insisted you and Ghost Rider were a couple. I cannot see that. The pride is going to bed again. They have full bellies for a change. I'm available. What's it going to be... drag me to Hell, take me to Heaven or we start with a cup of coffee. Do you brush cinnamon in your hair?" He leans closer and softly breathes in.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana wrinkles her nose, chuckling softly. "Oh honey, Ghost Rider was SO three years ago..." she replies wryly. "You can believe what you want, because if I tell you the facts they won't be any worse than the rumors." She tilts her head when he leans in, even easing closer herself to let him take a better whiff. The succubus smells a bit like cinnamon and... for lack of a better description... musk.

"Must be the ice cream I ate earlier." she offers. "You know how hard it is to get ice cream in Hell, by the way? But coffee would be great, assuming we find a place that can make me a coffee-float. With lots of whipped cream."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake breathes in again. "Cards on the table, I'm pretty sure where I'm going though I rather it be later than sooner. So your origin is not a huge deal to me. I think I rather take you for coffee and show you off to the pride another time. You and whipped cream sounds like a winning combination. Let me just get out of here and clean up and change. Unless you have a spell handy for that. I do need my mask on to get out of here though. Want to help me on with it?" He gives her a small smile.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana grins more broadly, letting her gaze wander a bit. "Well you *are* smelling a little... gamey." she admits. "But I can wait for you to clean up. I'm one of those girls who doesn't mind waiting on a guy, believe it or not." She looks around, then. "Just tell me where to meet you once you make your... escape."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake pulls the cowl back on and nods, "There's a diner two blocks North on Broadway. I think it will be private and quiet. They have good coffee, judging from the aroma I'm getting. Meet me there in an hour and... I liked when you did this to me as well... " He gives Satana's cheek a gentle caress with a rough finger. "Later, Hot Stuff."

With that he runs off, sticking to the shadows, silent and sure.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana smiles almost sweetly with the cheek kiss, unusual eyes brightening as well. "I'll save us a quiet table." she offers. As the feline-like hunter slinks off into the shadows, she turns and *skips* lightly out of the zoo.

Two blocks North on Broadway, and she finds the diner in question. Satana doesn't go -right- in, waiting outside for a little while at least. By the time Thomas arrives she's found a table for two and is already finishing what looks to be a tall, chocolate soda.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake arrives and slips into the booth across from her then says, "This isn't a Doris Day movie." He gets up and slides in next to her. "Dang you already finished. I'm not partial to desserts but... you had me looking forward to it tonight. Tch." He waves off the waitress and orders steak and eggs. Steak done blood rare of course. His clothes are nothing special, jeans, boots, tee shirt and a leather jacket, all new and relatively broken in.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana shrugs and scoots over to let him slide in beside her. "So we'll order another one." she offers, giving him a hip-bump. "Like I said, Hell's having an ice cream shortage." For her part, Satana is back to wearing her typical black leather. Snug trousers over boots, a halter top doing its valiant best to maintain decency. When he orders, she does as well. "I'll have what he's having, except make sure the steak isn't bleeding."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake is not exactly a good conversationalist while eating. Besides shoveling it in he growls softly, apologizing a couple times. At least he eats quick, "So what's your deal? Good girl, bad girl, out for yourself? You hung with a League member... in the riot. I wasted a pair of really good knives for those dumb bigots, thinking I was getting arrested." He finishes  and stretches his arm across the booth resting on Satana's shoulders. Obviously not a 'maneuver'. He just does it.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana eats more neatly, if not necessarily more slowly. Or quietly. But at least she doesn't growl while she eats. "League member...? Oh, you mean Bea. Yeah, she's a friend and fashion consultant. I'm in a... really weird... living situation right now. Staying with a League member, more because she doesn't trust me than anything else." Her gaze shifts to her shoulder when he slips his arm around her, but she doesn't say anything. "As for my reputation, just remember that there's a little truth behind every rumor. And trust your instincts, Thomas. I can be really bad for you."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake says, "My instincts... tell me to kiss you. Despite your being roomies with a Leaguer." He leans in close letting her close the distance if she choses or leave him hanging. Green eyes gleam as he adds, "And get dessert to go."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana turns towards him at the declaration, and she chuckles softly. Tilting her face towards him, the redhead's lips part and her lashes lower. It's a soft kiss, light and brief and she nibbles his lower lip before parting. "Be careful, Thomas. Some people will tell you that kissing a succubus is a good way to lose your soul..." Her words trail off, then, and she turns her head a little to avoid further kissing. For the moment, at least. "But I promised my hostess that I wouldn't DO that during this visit, so you're safe. Ish."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blakesmiles. "I always lose my soul to the woman I'm with. It knows the way back. If you have some curse or problem with lovemaking I won't force anything on you. You're a very interesting woman, whatever you are. You're the first woman I met who has the natural scent of cinnamon. I can be a friend if you want to go that way. Or see what develops. You're the first person I met not hung up on eviiiil or JUSTICE! Plus you like lions." He strokes her hair and gets up to leave. "I hope I see you again."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana looks very amused at his reply, chuckling softly. "I'm not the one with the problem, believe me. But like I said, I promised that I wouldn't hurt anyone." Beat. "At least not physically or psychically. Never promised I wouldn't break any hearts." She leans in a bit as he strokes her hair, and when he rises she moves right along with him. "You have an interesting way of operating, Thomas. You tell me that you want to bed me, then say it's also okay if I just wanna be friends." Pausing, she links arms with his own and pulls right up close. "So what's it gonna be, then?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake puts his arm through hers to get it around her hips and maybe a little lower. As they begin walking he says, "To quote the Clown Prince of Crime--Do I look like a man with a plan? Let's see what happens maybe some drinks... maybe I make breakfast. I do a really good Denver omelette, ham and eggs and such."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana chuckles as they start walking, not seeming to mind at all the closeness. Or the slip of his hand. "I like a man who enjoys flirting with danger, Thomas." she declares. "Just be careful, or I may decide to keep you. Especially if you make a decent breakfast."