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Hey... is This Feelings
Date of Scene: 12 September 2021
Location: An AcheMax safe house.
Synopsis: We ask what price, the love of a demon? Or a human?
Cast of Characters: Thomas Blake, Satana Hellstrom, Saeko




Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake turns the dial of the safe carefully, stethoscope in his ears. He is rewarded with a final click. The safe fails to open. Instead a small plate swings up to reveal a retinal scanner.

"Bother. Okay Hyman... I need to bring your eye over here. You can come with it if you behave. All the same to me." He speaks to a middle aged man in pajamas bound and gagged on the floor. The man nods readily. One eye is already blacked.

"That's the spirit. I mean your bosses will understand."

He hauls the man's considerable bulk up and puts his eye to the scanner. "I love it when a heist goes down perfectly. Nothing to complicate... I'll shut up and stop twisting the Universe's nuts." Another click. The door swings open. Perfection.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Thomas? Where are you?"

Satana looks up from her workbench, covered in ornately-entwined chicken guts, carefully-arranged eldritch symbols sketched in various salts, and chalked symbols on the wall, the lectern muscled into place as she looks at ul-Naimit al-Hazredit's masterpiece of summoning and binding.

"Thomas! I need a few drops of your blood!" Satana calls out. No response.

Sighing, the demoness stalks out of her workroom and looks around for her ... What is he exactly? Meal ticket. That's right. Meal ticket.

"Bloord!"

"Mistress."

"Where's Thomas?"

"He went out."

"Where?"

Bloord stares a moment at Satana before ...

... turning tail and running to make sure that her wrath doesn't strike him. He fails. The bolt of agonizing soulfire hits him in the back of the head before he can round the corner.

"That'll teach you to not know important things!" she fumes.

Taking her place in an armchair, she projects herself into the Astral realm and starts to hunt, using her increasing ties to Thomas to find him. "Ooh! How adorable! He's on the job! I should be supportive like a proper partner! ..."

Then suddenly she's in front of Saeko in her astral form. "Hey, foxy babe, Thomas is on the job." The location is quickly transmitted. "Let's go there and cheer him on. He seems so down recently!"

And back to her body ... in which she grabs a shoulder bag of ingredients from her workshop before waving her arms and chanting and ...

...appearing next to Thomas.

"Hey, babe! This looks like fun. You keep telling me you're good at this stuff, but wow, this is really nice."

Beat.

"Who's the fat stiff in your lap?"

Saeko has posed:
Lounging, comfortable, Saeko had been in recline on a couch with a small box of strawberries at her side being lazily fed on with all the haste of a creature that was clearly immortal...and hastily dropping the sweet when Satana appears, actually managing to startle the 'serene' being.

"Just uh...let me get dressed!"

One conjured replacement of her outfit and fixing of her hair later, Saeko's own form was simply there, standing at the other side with her parasol slung over her shoulder and tilting her head.

"Oh! Right, humans and their thick walls to protect treasure!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake drops the fat stiff who bonks his forehead on the wall and is down and out. Reflex has his knife out before he processes the words and facesand he slowly sheathes the knife at his back.

"Don't. Do. That."

He returns to the safe. These AlcheMax types were an untrusting sort. He pulls a small camera out with a fiber optic extension and light and peeks inside. Ah trip wire. You had to admire the classics. He reaches in to the frag grenades it is fixed to. The pin was pulled, The safety spoon held in place by twine held in place by the trip wire. A hand grabs the grenade. A claw pops out of his glove and the line is severed. The grenade pulled free and...what do you do with a live grenade? You unscrew the detonator cap. Did you expect him to run around looking for a place to dispose of it? He does stick a small box in its place. Heh heh heh. An escape kit! First aid gear, a burner phone, a .357. Then... money! Some energy pills. "Man you could have a hell of a weekend in Gotham with this stuff. For what it's worth, you could have bought me off with this and gotten my platinum hostage treatment. A pillow!" he tells the now moaning man.

"What is it you want?" he asks bluntly of Satana.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Well, I was working on a summoning of some Mi-Go, but I needed human blood. You weren't around so I went looking for you."

Mannerisms. Mode of speech. Disconnection from the immediate surroundings.

Oh. No. This is the demonic Peg Bundy!

"Well, I found you and you were at work. I've never seen you at work before. Everybody tells me how amazing you are, but I've never seen it. So I figured I'd come here and watch. And cheer you on."

She does a little booty/shoulder shake. "Go team!"

It's hard to tell if she's being obtuse or mischievously mean. It could go either way with that facial expression pasted on.

"And I figured if one gorgeous hunk of womanhood could motivate you, two could motivate you more, so I called Saeko."

And that is everything explained. And nothing. At the same time.

Satana is good at that.

Saeko has posed:
Saeko herself was here in physical form, even if she places herself into a lean on the wall nearby while Thomas peeks around the corner, her parasol banished to that 'space between space' and her arms crossed under her bust as she tilts her head to the side.

"And I was curious...that is somewhat my thing. After all, seeing new and interesting things and activities is the best part of stepping into the mortal worlds."

Noting the tenseness of the thief, the Kitsune gives a little smile, her furred ears offering a little twitch. "Are we breaking your concerntration? We would only want to encourage after all..."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake plants his foot on the man on the floor. "I apologize for this. I'll try to clear it up fast... oh still out."

He turns on Satana but there is no anger, just cold resignation as though he had to shoot his own dog.

"Would I barge in on you summoning a Mo-Jo or whatever? Would that help YOU? I don't think so. Saeko is new to me... but you should know some things by now." He presses a stud on the box and shuts the safe door. It clicks.

"Right let's have this out right now," he says with a chin nod.

"I am not your pet. I am not your meal to go or a blood bank and you stay out of my work unless invited. You've patronized me, spoke dismissively of me and used sex and soul drains to resolve my 'grouchy moods'. No more. Here." He drops the soul dagger on the floor.

"You can hand that back to me if you want to work things out; if you have real affection for me, and don't just enjoy the taste. You can take it and go if this all bullshit to you. You can stick me in the heart with it if you want and finish things quick. Just let me know where I stand. If you need to think about it, that's fair."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Ooh. That's certainly one way to get Satana's attention, isn't it? Throw her gift back at her feet. Then scold her.

A mere mortal, scolding a Lord of Hell herself?!

Why the very idea.

Satana's thinking about it. Absolutely. You can tell by how the skin turns red. And scaly. How the eyes turn to hot, flaming coals burning with the heat of a blast furnace. The leathery wings sprouting from her back as they burst forth from beneath her skin in nauseating ways. The claws at her fingertips. The horns on her forehead. And the double-row of razor-sharp teeth in her mouth.

"What?" she asks, voice doubled, both normal and one octave and a bit lower. Just enough to make it discordant and terrifying to mortals. "Did you just say to me?"

Demon-Satana flicks her fingers in a summoning gesture and the knife leaps to her hand.

"How dare you!?"

The hand with the knife pulls back, ready to jab forward...

...and then pauses.

For what seems like an eternity, Demon-Satana stands there, staring balefully, eyes blazing, but otherwise stock-still. Then the talons grow back into her hands. The fangs disappear, leaving behind blood in their wake from where they'd cut her skin. Her skin turns from red to the palest white once more. The eyes, the horns, and the wings remain, but the face and stance both soften. The pulled-back arm relaxes and falls to her side.

She takes a deep breath. Releases it. Shakes her hair and the horns start to withdraw while her eyes just turn pitch black.

"I don't know what affection is," she finally says. Plainly. No playfulness, nor malice, in her voice. Just weariness. "I've never felt it." She shrugs in a despondent manner. "Apparently it's not what I'm giving you and what I'm giving you isn't enough."

The knife moves forward, hilt first.

"I don't know if I can ever give you what you want or need," she says. "But take this. I'm willing to learn." Her attempt at a smile fails, between the fact it's shaped all wrong like someone who doesn't know how, and that it's covered with blood. "Some consider me smart. Maybe I can figure this out."

Saeko has posed:
Well, the temperature went up a hell of a lot now...and not in a 'cute when angry' sort of way. Saeko actually glances around for a moment, watching between the pair and then down to the human who'd been bound and moving onwards. Tension ramps up and for the second time the Tenko witnesses the full-demon form of Satana. Her own eyes glow, tails flaring out cautiously.

Then things start to simmer down, apologies offer along with the knife. She'd spoken of this with Thomas, how he'd felt and his worries...but she couldn't exactly claim to have solved things on their own, this wasn't a summoning but rather something personal.

Uncrossing her arms, the fox chews her bottom lip, considering for a moment. The pair were close, they had history and had been together for a while. Where did the fox stand relationship-wise? A good question, but well...

"This seems a moment for the pair of you," she speaks, light starting to flare around her. "I...can return to the Griffin and await you both..."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake snaps a and out to catch at the kitsune's wrist. His other hand takes the knife. "Stay," he tells Saeko. He places his hand on Satana's heart. He looks down at her and says softly, "It's caring for the other person more than you care for yourself. You've put yourself in harm's way for me... dared the wrath of the auditors. You did show affection before some bastard killed you. I'm sure you could again."

"I said this before, but I was a coward, you were passed out on demon rum and passing fire. I want to let people know. I LOVE YOU SATANA." The hand rises to brush hair from her eyes. "We will make this work.' Oh he must have gotten blood on his hand from her face.