7687/A Kingdom for a Kitsune

A Kingdom for a Kitsune
Date of Scene:	04 September 2021
Location:	The Griffin
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Blake, Saeko, Satana Hellstrom

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Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake was never much one for water. He didn't shower everyday but wen he needed it, like after hard labor (stealing something heavy). In the Serengeti, there was not a lot of water. At times he'd drunk it from an elephant's footprint. He'd learned to ration water, sip it slowly as needed. Till the rains came and water hole swelled.

Now there was this hot tub. So he thought why not?

It is a crisp and cool early morning. Trusting to the high hedges Thomas doffed his robes and clothed in twilight and a few whisps of steam from the tub, Thomas walked over and slipped cautiously in.

It was okay.

Saeko has posed:
Saeko herself was a fan of the hot tub, an invention the created a decent immitation of a hot spring -and- had those jets? Well, humanity were always inventing something new and exciting! The sound of the water moving perhaps, or maybe she'd just been passing by. Whatever the reasoning, Saeko was simply...there, appearing by the tub wrapped in her deep red yukata, her feet bare and both tails and ears on display.

A lazy lean by the edge, the kitsune gave a little chuckle. "Seeking to relax Thomas?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
This really needs the famous alternating E/F and F/F? theme. Starting off slow and quiet, the quiet punctuated by the theme here and there, each time the pair, whichever it is, happening with shorter periods of silence before...

Well, let's describe what's happening in the hot tub as Thomas enters it. A certain demoness, choosing red coloration (to best mix with the wooden slats under the foaming), wearing nothing because she hates clothing for its constraining feel, slithers away from his feet. Then, that theme echoing in her head she coils up under the water, near a jet creating an endless supply of bubbles for camouflage, she tenses.

...and the theme suddenly bursts into a relentless grind of the Es, Fs, and F?s in a frenzy of noise with occasional octave jumps like someone screaming for help. As Satana bursts out of the water, aimed at Thomas, making "shark noises" (because movie sharks roar and she's a bit confused) to clamp onto him, trying to drag him under.

"Oh, hi, Saeko!" she says as she attempts casual murder. "What brings you by today?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake shrugs then twists to show a huge bruise on his scapula. "Some wannabe kid with cybernetics thought he'd prove who was boss down by the docks. Cyborgs are terrible swimmers it turns out. Aaaaan..." The dragging under is not as successful as Satana plans. She has the strength. He has height and she really doesn't have the weight to drag him anywhere, especially without purchase and underwater. So she kind of finds herself being worn like a belt and yanked from the water after his initial surprise.

How long can she hold her breath?! After a little fumbling with the squirmy demoness he transfers her dripping to one arm and shoulder (ow) and reaches under the side of the tub to hand Saeko a long and thin gift wrapped box, trying to keep it dry. "For you, lovely. Here, Satana, I got this for you..." He gives her a hard bite on the hip. Yeah call it the hip.

Saeko has posed:
The sudden arrival or reveal of Satana makes Saeko blink, the fox watching the struggle for a moment before blinking a little at the sudden gift pushed her way. Sure, she got offerings all the time, but that was usually a little more..indirect. Taking the package offered to her there's a moment of consideration while she pulls at the ties to open it, giving Satana a little grin at the question of why she was here.

"Surveying the kingdom."

Even as she unwraps the box given to her, the kitsune gives a lazy little shake of her body and the deep red yukata seems to melt, shifting like a form-fitting liquid until it replaced itself as a one-piece swimsuit. Albeit one with noticable cuts to bare the sides of her torso. Modesty? Or maybe she felt that wrapping could enhance the image?

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Leverage is a bitch. Specifically the lack of it. Thomas' actions after his initial surprise get him demonic wrapping with her head stuck under water while he bites her 'hip'.

Yeah. We're going with that too.

Finally she gets an arm up on the edge and manages to force herself (no matter what Thomas' grip may be) to the surface. Showing no discomfort (apparently she can hold her breath for quite a while) she squirms around and sits on Thomas' lap, watching Saeko's new outfit with undisguised interest.

"Nice look," she begrudgingly admits. "If I was going to waste my sanity on clothing for this, that's the kind of look I'd go with for sure."

Thomas then gets rewarded with a light kiss and a bit of a sip ... just to spark his interest a bit more.

"Glad you like the kingdom. Let me know if you want things changed or added. It was actually fun bringing Lego bits to life."

Best not think of how she animated the little plastic pieces...

Thomas Blake has posed:
The box in fact contains a read parasol, lucky coincidence! When it is opened it proves to be adorned with a landscape of a fairytale kingdom done in the perspective omitting style of a Chinese or Japanese watercolor. The painting itself is done in waterproof and sun resistant oils. A fox nose would tell you that.

"I got you a kingdom... sort of. The best I could. The artist had a two year waiting list on commisions but I aggressively negotiated." Small smile.

Saeko has posed:
Opened indeed, Saeko rests the parasol over her shoulder, giving it a little twirl and exhaling a breath. "It's lovely," she chuckles softly, still leaning over the edge of the tub and watching the pair together. Satana's complement earns a grin, a lift of her hand to blow a small kiss to the succubus.

That same hand lowers, smoothing through the water as if to test its temperature before looking back between the mortal and the half-demon.

"May I join you?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, my sweet fox you know you never have to ask!" Satana shifts a miniscule amount in Thomas' lap to 'make room'.

She doesn't share well.

She wants Thomas mostly to herself underneath her and Saeko mostly to herself on top. And she's unrepentant, even cheerful, in her selfishness as she gestures to her own lap. "Come on in. Let's see if we can't comb out a few tails for you..."

Saeko has posed:
Invited as she was, Saeko sets aside her parasol, a smile on her lips as she climbs her way into the waters. A sigh of delight given at the hot water touching her skin!

Making her way over, the Tenko shrugs her shoulders and turns to face away from the others, lazily moving her hips back to rest in Satana's own lap as her tails spread out, allowing each of the nine to be reached by either of the pair.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
True to form, Satana hogs the tails. Five of them. She of course would get the extra because, well, she's Satan's Daughter, dammitall!

These five get playfully strokes, experimenting as before with pressures and sensations ranging from light near-tickling to nail-scraping to teasing tugs.

"This seems familiar," she murmurs. "Wet tails. Attached to one of the hottest pieces of tail I've had the good fortune to snag. I've only got five this time..." She wriggles in Thomas' lap and glances at him wantonly. "Make that six."

"You've been with him, I presume?" she then asks the fox. "Was he gentle as you wanted--or rough--or do I need to teach him respect?"

Saeko has posed:
A lazy little stretch out under the water, the fox woman gives a little laugh at the greedy gathering of the tails behind her. Feeling a little shiver as those tails are stroked, the Tenko closes her eyes. The giggle fades down to that reference to past aquatic encounters from the Succubus, not to mention the pun at Thomas.

As for the question for her? The Kitsune shakes her head lightly with a little chuckle. "Not as of yet," she murmers lightly. "But I'll keep that in mind."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Sitting atop the hedges in manner reminiscent of 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' are John and Muriel. John, the angel is in his column of light form, his face morphing between one of several. Muriel is a her for the moment and in wings and tail, oggling Thomas as she paints her toenails. "Oh babeeee... I wish you'd step out of the Junior Miss Department and come see me in the Women's Department. I wouldn't even take sips off you... promise. For all thate is worth."

"You're disgusting."

"Come to demon mama Lion-O... we're still cloaked?" John nods.

Thomas' green eyes flash. "Respect? I'm not the one needs lessons. Obviously." He slips out from under Satana and Saeko. "Enjoy your tub and your girlfriend," he says. He says "Sayonara," to Saeko and walks down the heated path to the back door, ignoring the imp holding out a towel and his robe, and apparently kissing up for Bloord's old job. The door slams.

"Interesting. The fox may be useful," John mutters. Muriel watches Thomas go, running her tongue over full lips and sharp teeth. "I hate to see him leave but I love to watch him go..." she says wistfully.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana watches rather like Muriel, expressing similar thoughts ... though non-verbally, mostly instead in the positioning of her eyes.

"He's being a grumpy cat," she says to Saeko. "He doesn't like being teased. But it's OK because..."

Her voice lowers as she whispers to Saeko in detail how these angry separations result in ... certain kinds of reconvenings.

"I think it's that way with most men, only Thomas is more than most if you get my drift. He lives life larger and does everything in larger motions."

Thomas forgotten once he gets out of sight, she adjusts herself to add the four remaining tails to her collection. "So while he has his rage thing going on, let's catch up. I met a nice vampire lady--not the nice half-vampire one that I've divided my hunting grounds with once every second week, but another one. These ones are in a war and this one was foolish enough to put herself into my debt. Well, not quite yet, but soon. They're going to be fun to toy with!"

Saeko has posed:
Thomas' departure brings a pout from Saeko, a tilt of the Tenko's head before she lazily leans back against Satana's body with a soft sigh, only to get let in on the secret of how things tended to follow-up earned a little laugh from the poor woman.

A little shift of her hips follows as the entire swath of her tails is collected, distraction enough that she didn't notice or sense the observations of their gathering. After all, she hadn't utilized her divine knowledge nor her forsight to know anything about entities or their plans for her.

The story has her listening, a raise of an eyebrow from the Tenko. "I had a meeting with a vampiress in the past...she didn't see to be at war with others of her kind, but...it sounds like you have some mischief intended."

Thomas Blake has posed:
"Reconvening?" Muriel thinks to herself. Darling you relationship is like a button. You keep pulling on it till it is loose and think naught of it. But, eventually that button comes loose; and you are not much of a seamstress in my opinion. You err... badly with this one. He has pride. He has honor... damn him. No fears... Auntie Muriel will salvage things for you."

Muriel vanishes, and a gloating John assumes she just hates the idea of this assignment ending.

Thomas, to his credit, gets dressed with no further breakage. Bloord watches grinning. He loves when Thomas is angry with someone else. Mayhap, Satana will get angry too and Bloord might fill Thomas' position. Thomas is grabbing a beer when he notices the fiend gloating. He ponders for a moment and then says, "Oh fuck this. Go for it. No hard feelings." Then he breaks the bottle over Bloord's head and heads for the door. "Okay -no hard feelings now."

/A/ Satana is in the doorway, blocking his way and looking downcast and contrite as she mutters an apology. This stops Thomas cold.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
As Satana flirts with and teases Saeko, she notes with interest the pattern of Thomas' anger. Yep, there it goes. Stomping, check. The drink, check. Smashing the drink over one of the imps or maybe Bloord, check. Now he's going to come stomping out, flaming furiously and ...

Wait. Why is he stopping?

Wait. Who is talking to him? That's not one of the imps.

"Excuse me babe, but I think there's a problem. Someone's moving in on my turf."

The switch from seductive and playful to predatory anger is likely a bit jarring as ... she collapses against the side of the tub, launching her soul into astral space. Hand gestures start to marshal magical power. Soulfire starts to burn as her astral form ignites. With deadly intent she launches straight into the house to sniff out the one who's talking to her pet.

"Come out, come out, whatever you are!" her voice hisses into the astral night and day as her will warps the sights and sounds to make the place look like the house, only twisted and haunted and dangerous. "I feel like an ass-kicking is due."

Saeko has posed:
Something was amiss, not just the fact that the pair ruffled each other's feathers. But just what was it? Those pointed ears of hers could vaguely here Thomas' movement in the house, the shattering of glass having the red-clad fox frowning and opening her eyes to look back over her shoulder.

"It is still a shame, I did wish to offer my thanks for the gift none the less..." she begins, then there's another voice she can hear in more mundane means.

Satana's reaction has Saeko blinking at the projecting form of Satana errupting out and into the house. "What is going on?" she questions, exhaling a breath in the wake before closing her eyes to reach out with her own mystic senses.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Jon, the angel, is standing beside Saeko. He felt the cloak shredding under her probe. He shrugs and says, "Greetings, traveller. I advise you to stay out of this. Mortal domestic disturbances are bad enough. Infernal affairs of the heart... please stay out of it. Interfaith injuries and incidents, the paperwork involved is cosmic." Then he slips into the hot tub and sighs.

In the astral house Satana finds a shadowy but somewhat familiar form bent of Thomas and feasting. "It's all right little girl, I'm salvaging the mess you were making. I am just claiming a bite in payment. What have you been going to him? I sipped four times and he's still resi... " The gloat is cut short as Thomas buries his soul blade in the shadow's breast, turning to a scream. Satana gets a taste of the infernal, not her favorite.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I am not your 'little girl'!" Satana rages, now fully aflame, in all her glory as a Lord of Hell. "I am my father's 'little girl' and your nightmare!"

Marshalled magicks coalesce in her hands, her mouth, her eyes. Her spectral voice drops a full octave into the realm of a baritone. "I am Satana Hellstrom, daughter of Marduk Kurios called Satan, and I condemn you..."

The voice drops ANOTHER octave and rises into the realm of the threshold of pain in volume.

"...to HELL!"

Lances of soulfire escape her eyes to lance through the shade, the pain-inducing flavour causing the thing to thrash uncontrollably atop Thomas. A huge ball of the burning sort escapes her mouth to envelope the stricken creature and start immolating it slowly from the outside in. From her hands ... oh, those hands. Nothing actually comes from them. They instead guide a myriad of hooks and chains that project from Hell itself into the Astral plain to pierce the cooking flesh of the demon, hooking onto it and into it before tearing its astral form--its soul--apart into a million wisps that float about the astral environs a moment before the hooked chains withdraw back into Hell, each carrying a single wisp of the demonic soul into the torturing pits.

Muriel is gone.

Of course in the physical world, Thomas stabs the woman who's trying to feed from him, has her scream in agony and twitch randomly and relentlessly atop him before slumping, dead, on top of him. Since he can't perceive the astral world...

And then Satana's back in her body, sitting up with a shocked intake of breath. Jon's presence is noted and ignored outside of an aside to Saeko. "You can kill him. He's with her, I think."

And with that she's out of the hot tub, lurching clumsily through the house as her soul reseats in her body, rushing to Thomas to cradle his head. "Are you OK, kitty-cat?"