8428/Up On The Rooftop, Demon Feet

Up On The Rooftop, Demon Feet
Date of Scene:	25 October 2021
Location:	Up On The Roof
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Hellboy, Blake Riviere

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Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy pushes his way out the building's exit onto the rooftop beyond. Blissfully, he is alone. He ducks down and moves to the edge of the building, peeking over the side. A small group of people who may or may not have seen him go in are waiting. He backs away and grumbles. He normally doesn't mind the whole autographs and celebrity thing, but just now, he's not in the mood.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Alone, at least for the moment...but it's not a moment that lasts long. There's a shift in the air, a slight chill and then...a meow? Strangely enough, a small cat so black it's fur seemed to drink in the light moved across the concrete rooftop, seeming to circle and approach curiously. It looked too healthy to be a stray, perhaps it belonged to someone nearby?

Then the cat moves, a few steps towards the edge and...it's shape seems only to darken, a silhouette in the night that's almost liquid, only to reform and reveal itself as a pale figure dressed in a short black dress trimmed in red that matched the stockings extending up her thighs and the ribbons that excentuated her hair. Blake Reviere, sitting at the rooftop edge herself. Apparently she could do more than just 'mist' and bats, even if the stories suggested wolves.

"You're not here to shoot at me again are you?" she questions lightly.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy looks at the cat and starts to approach it before it turns into Blake. "Oh, geez," he says, standing tall and taking a step back. "I was gonna pet you, lady!" He runs his left hand over his hair. "No, I'm not here to shoot you. Poltergeist. Third floor. What are you doing up here, anyway?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
A laugh comes at the admission of petting, Blake shrugging her shoulders and remaining sitting where she was. "I was invited around for a drink," she muses, lifting her eyes back to the large demon. "My host was quite lovely, but they are now sleeping comfortably and I was considering how I would spend the rest of my evening. I'm as suprised to see you as I imagine you are me."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm sure," he says. He drops his left hand and makes a finger gun with his Right Hand of Doom, pointing it at the vampire. "Oh, also," he starts, "bosses pulled me off you. Diggers did some digging; your story checks out." He drops his right hand to his side and shrugs. "Guess you're free and clear for now."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Glad to hear sense won the day," Blake muses, resting her hands behind her land leaning back with palms flat. "I enjoy that bar and I would hate to spend every visit waiting to see if the place was going to get shot up by less-subtle hunters. You weren't exactly the master of a stealthy approach."

Hellboy has posed:
    "Yeah," Hellboy says. "I'm not really the sneaky type," he confesses. He looks back toward the side of the building that faces the street. "Hence my current predicament."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Currrent predicament?" the vampiress muses, tilting her head before trying to follow his gaze. "You are hiding from those people below? Has the hunter become the hunted tonight? I would not have thought you so bothered, after how our own encounter went."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy raises a heavy brow and looks curiously at the vampiress before him. "What?" he asks. "Us both trying to lose a fight while putting on a good show?" He shakes his head, his tail flicking across his form to the other side. Lifting his Right Hand of Doom fairly effortlessly, he thrusts his stony right thumb over his shoulder. "This is basically the same thing," he suggests. "Bunch of people want a piece of me, and I just want to go home and not hurt them."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"How fun," she muses aloud, a shift of her form where she's perched and a little exhaled giggle. "I see that even these days the spirit of those who used to gather with torch and pitchfork still lives on." Dressed as she was, the girl in red and black lazily adjusts her skirt before making to stand and considering a moment. "Perhaps they could be lured elsewhere."

Hellboy has posed:
    "More groupies than an angry mob," Hellboy says. He considers the suggestion, though. "I was planning on waiting it out. Crowd should go down to only the most hardcore fans in a couple hours."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Oh!" Blake smiles, a soft laugh given at that as she lifts her hand to her mouth to supress a giggle. "Now you understand why I was at the bar I was around the 'enthusiasts' if my kind. But it would be a little tricky for you to find a crowd to camoflague in.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy shrugs and makes a noncommital grunt. He runs his left hand over his hair. "My own fault for going out without my bosses running crowd control and interference," he admits. He looks over the vampiress and returns his gaze to her eyes. "I don't suppose you have the supernatural strength to fly me somewhere less exposed."