7585/Vampires at King's Landing!

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Vampires at King's Landing!
Date of Scene: 28 August 2021
Location: King's Landing Scrap Yard, Brooklyn, NY
Synopsis: Spidey invites a vampire into his training facility. It goes better than expected.
Cast of Characters: Peter Parker, Blake Riviere




Peter Parker has posed:
It's 11 PM on a Friday night, and Spider-Man is killing a little time at his training facility. Okay, it's a scrap yard with an unfortunate name, but it is near the river and the owner was named King, so King's Landing Scrap Yard it is.

He's trying to work out his frustrations. Earlier in the evening, he had to stop Vermin from spreading a genetic virus in Mid-Town, because he didn't want to be the only human/rat hybrid in the world.
Nearly turns hundreds of people into human rats...just because he was dealing wiith crippling loneliness. All he felt was regret for resorting to fighting him - it was like beating up a mentally-ill person.

He still had the canister with the virus. He was waiting for verification of a place he could use to destroy it. He saw no reason for ANYONE to have it.

So, it sits in a small Igloo ice chest while he pounds away on the middle heavy bag, the one with lead shot instead of sand...

Blake Riviere has posed:
Seeing Bats or mist in New York at night wasn't exactly so strange these days, but such things tended to take up a different meaning when one knew vampires were a real thing.

Often it was just something that resulted in paranoia...other times? Not so much.

The temperature seemed to drop just a little, the air wavered just slightly more and the mist seemed to reshape into a silhouette of a young woman dressed somewhere towards that Gothic lolita look before Blake herself was revealed lazily sitting atop an overturned refridgerator, her hands lazily crossed under her bust.

"I hear you saved my kind from a 'tainted food' crisis tonight Spider-Man," she speaks, announcing herself if his senses hadn't already picked up her arrival.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man jumped and whirled around. There may be a point where his Spider-Sense will grow so refined that he would sense Blake's arrival.

But he ain't there YET.

"JEEZ Louise...!" he blurts out before he sees her. And there she is, Blake Riviere, vampiress, and - as usual - looking as enticing as the sin you never had the stones to commit.

"Do you enjoy doing that, Miss Riviere? I suspect you do." He feels his chest for a moment, then adds, "Remind me. Is a HEART important?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
A little shrug of her shoulders from the vampiress before she stands, dusting off her skirt.

"I would say yes, yes I do."

A soft chuckle, she gives a little dismissive wave of her hand at his hand to his heart. "I'm sure you have survived worse than some girl jumping out and saying 'boo', no?"

Peter Parker has posed:
"Yes...but not LATELY." Spidey sighed. "I appreciate your honesty, by the way. Come on down, I'm already half-expecting you to say something like 'So...we meet...again,' from your perch up there."

Spider-Man glanced to the ice chest. "...Yeah. A poor victim of a bad family and an insane scientist nearly monkeyed with the DNA of thousands of people so he wouldn't feel so mind-crushingly alone. So I punched the stuffing out of him. I've had better nights."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"You spend your evenings often swinging through the air of the same city I live in and often traverse the skyline of...it is quite hard for me to -not- know where you end up. Your blood has an extremely distinct scent after all," she points out, nodding her head lightly as he comes to mention the evening's activity. "So I heard from a little birdy with a badge. Suffice to say you have my thanks, I am not partial to spending my evenings trying to feed from rats."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey eyed her. She was joking, right? Hard to tell with her, she had a Vegas-worthy poker face. "Well...you're welcome. Jameson's already spouting on his blog about how I was in cahoots with him the whole time, but I can handle that." He walked over to the bench and sat down. His blood had a particular smell, eh? Must be the spider DNA and the additional radioactivity.

"So...what brings you to my humble training facility, such as it is? I figured Friday night would give you hundreds of opportunities to...dine out?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
"I came to say thanks, and to sate my curiousity that the offending science or sorcery was destroyed. Would you rather that I left?"

No scientist herself, odds were that Blake probably intended to burn it or pass it off to a certain mage to dispose of if need be.

Dining out brings a shrug, a lazy lift of her finger to her painted lips.

"You're not wrong, I have already had a meal this evening. It is a common human thing, no? Fast food on a lazy friday evening..."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey cocked his head. "No...no, I'm not trying to tell you to go. I'm having a bad night, even with the success, but I shouldn't burden you with it."

He paused, then quipped, "Fast food? Was there a marathon scheduled for today, or did you give them the Fright-Night-Reveal treatment and just chased after them after they started running?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
She shakes her head, a little giggle given. "I went to a singles bar, called an Uber...by thr time we arrived at their house, they were ready to be tucked in and I was fully fed. One mesmerization later and the driver remembered nothing aside from the tip they recieved. The modern age makes things quite efficient."

It's all discussed plainly, practically...but it was normal as breathing for the vampire.

"And you Spider? Is this the entire night for you? Punching and lamenting?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey gives a rueful smile. "Not to forget lamenting the punching, Miss Riviere. Don't get me wrong. I like helping people. It's my schtick. Well, that and bad humor. I enjoy that look of dawning comprehension on a bad guy's face when his well-planned operation goes to Hell in a handbasket because of me. But tonight was the downside. Having to stop a victim from making more victims who won't listen to reason. I take no pleasure in that, even if I'm helping people. Give me a drug deal or an arms deal, I'm like Rodney Dangerfield in tights. No respect, but I can still leave 'em groaning in the aisles. But then there are nights like this, and you have to deal with what you have to do by telling yourelf it's worse if you do nothing. It's ALWAYS worse when you do nothing."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Things are not always so easy," Blake muses, nodding a little and tilting her head. "Many think themselves the hero of their own story for a start, or at least that what they want is 'right', but all too often doing the right thing isn't clean and effortless. Even for those of us with abilities."

A beat, she laughs softly at the thought.

"In my case, perhaps having the abilities is half the reason the morals are less clean."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man shakes his head. "H.L. Mencken once wrote that for every complex problem there is a simple solution...and it's wrong. So...we do what we have to, I guess...try to limit the damage as much as possible. Fight the battle you have, not the battle you want?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
Blake steps forwards now, arms falling from their crossed rest to lazily clasp hands behind her as she leans forwards, her eyes taking on that deep red glow behind them.

"I do not lament what I am Peter Parker," she speaks, apparently confident enough in their privacy to use his real name, "no matter how it came to be or the fact I have to feed. It changed my fate, allowed me to change others, and that in itself is enough."

Straightening up she shrugs, smile on her lips. "Try to enjoy the good more than you feel the sting of the bad, that is my advice."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man smiled a little sheepishly. Of COURSE she could tell.

"I'll try...but sometimes the bad does more than just sting."
He was thinking of the beach, of course. All those starfish, beached and dying.
"There's an old Italian joke about a guy who comes in for a haircut, tells the barber that he's depressed to the point of being suicidal. The barber suggests he go see a traveling clown, Pagliacci, to get a good laugh. The customer looks at him sadly and says, 'I *AM* Pagliacci.'"

Spider-Man shrugs. "If I have a bad day so thousands can have a good day...I can live with that."

Blake Riviere has posed:
She could tell, she knew, not just for their meeting in the library. Still, she doesn't comment, instead listening to the joke without interruption, famous as it might be.

"An honorable choice, but perhaps, now and then, you should take time for yourself. After all..."

She steps back, sweeping her arms through the air in a wide 'all-embracing' gesture.

"There is so much worth protecting, why not allow yourself to enjoy it at times? It is a life, not a chore after all."

Peter Parker has posed:
He chuckled at that. "I get my chuckles where I can find 'em, Miss Riviere. I have a good job that allows me to pay for college, I'm getting good grades, the future's so bright I gotta wear shades, so yeah...it's not all doom and gloom. When I'm done here, I'll head home, maybe mope around for another hour, go to bed...then get up again and get right back to it. It's my lot in life." Pause. "It's not a lot, but it's my life."

One of the eye-lenses closes and opens in a wink.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A quirk of her painted lips, Blake nods her head, lowering her arms lightly. "That's the spirit," she offers in return, a step back and a little wave of her hand given.

Her steps pause however, still red eyes sweeping to the cooler and then back to the hero.

"Just...make sure you get rid of that properly. I don't like picking fur out of my fangs..."

With a wink of her own the mist swirls around the vampiress, a last glimpse of glowing red in her gaze before the mist sweeps away and she's gone, vanished into the night.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man blinked. "Okay...she DEFINITELY has it all over me when it comes to showmanship."

He looked back to the ice chest. "MMMMyeah...better get that stuff destroyed ASAP. Maybe I need to add an incinerator to the lab..."