8632/Ironically Not On Fire

Ironically Not On Fire
Date of Scene:	10 November 2021
Location:	Conference Rooms - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Satana Hellstrom, Ree, Selene Corvinus

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Satana Hellstrom has posed:
~Sel, darling, I've been going off down below so often it's like I accidentally left the butterfly on and the remote in the hands of an epileptic in the middle of a grand mal. I'm gathering the gun is working out for you? I'd dearly love to chat a bit. Hellfire, say? I'll bring a guest.~

That was the message on Selene's phone. The 'from' was 'number unknown ... but really fucking sexy'. That and the tone of the message gave a very strong clue who it was that sent it. (As did the mention of the gun.)

When the time came, Satana found the trace glyph she'd cut into Ree while removing her little magical problem (and starting a war in Hell), opened a portal, and yanked her from whatever she was doing, no warning or 'by your leave', straight into the conference room at the Hellfire Club.

"We're meeting a dear friend of mine," is all she said by way of explanation.

Ree has posed:
'Ree', for reference, appears to be a devil. Red skin, purple hair, glowey yellow eyes and a tail. Horns, even. All the classics. The torn jeans and boots and the halter top are a little less on the nose, but she apparently hasn't picked up Satana's dress sense quite yet.

She's also dumped on her ass instead of coming in gracefully, and the first thing she says as she's booted into the HFC is "Hey! Mind the tail!" She rubs her butt, sprawled on the floor, and curses animatedly in a language she wasn't aware that she knew. She picked up a lot of cusses in Hell.

Good first impressions are so important after all.

Selene Corvinus has posed:
Selene had been out and about when she got the message. It had made her give a ghostly grin before she responded in kind that she would be there as soon as possible.

It didn't take too terribly long too before the woman in black showed up, having navigated the Club with a bit of assistance by way of asking here and there for direction through it.

Selene is dressed in a black motorcycle leather jacket with some black leather pants that are form fit to her tall and lithe frame, she's got a dark red sweater on that is equally tight upon her body and a black scarf around her neck that is dangling loosely on either sides. She is brought to where Satana asked by a helpful HFC employee who was asking her a bunch of questions before Selene parts ways with them and lets her eyes roam around where she's been brought to now...

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Selene!" Satana makes no move to stand from the poet's chair she occupies like it's her throne, but does make a show of being happy to see the incoming vampire. "How nice of you to come. I wasn't sure what to get you for drink. I was in the middle of an experiment that involved some blood-letting..." Draining. The word is draining. "...but I vaguely recalled you saying something about an artificial blood and that you don't drink the natural stuff. I thought that might offend, so ... I hope you drink wine? I got some good stuff from the cellar here."

She gestures at a carafe on a nearby sideboard.

"As a jest I filled the bottle I took that from with the aforementioned blood. Someone is going to have a surprise sometime."

Face deadpan. Impossible to tell if she really did that. Or if she stole the wine, for that matter.

"So, how is the gun working for you? I mean I know it's doing something. I feel it every time. It's been a bit inconvenient suppressing the ecstasy writhing at times, but ..." The lips curl into a cruel smile. "... it's been oh so tasty."

Ree has posed:
Ree is up on her feet so quickly it'd be difficult to tell if she were ever sprawled on her ass a moment before. Satana's covering for her (that's what it was?) is used well. She doesn't serve wine or anything, though she knows that might be implied.

No, mostly she seems to be checking her own forked tail to see if there's a kink in it. And looking at Selene with curiousity in her glowing eyes.

"Nice jacket," she says, just a little louder than she thinks she's saying it. Mostly she doesn't want to interrupt Satana, but sometimes you just gotta. And honestly, she's been noticing how cold NYC is lately in a halter.

Selene Corvinus has posed:
Selene, with her hands at her sides, looks toward Satana and smiles at her. "Yes. I thought the use of the gun was likely having quite the effect on you. Once I told my friend about it, she was eager to put the weapon to use. So.... we found a few targets, I suppose you might say." Her eyes are drawn to the wine bottle in question that has the gift for a future thirsty person to find.

This draws a light exhale of a laugh from the European Vampire. "Wine would be delicious, yes, and you remember well." She adds that last part with regard to blood and her people.

The compliment from Ree draws Selene's eyes... she looks to the demonic girl and then after a moment looks down to her jacket. "Why thank you." She says in a naturally sultry tone of voice. "I like your... well. Everything, I suppose." She says then with a smile offered over from her overall cool demeanor.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"The little one here is Ree. She's an imp that was ... sent out into the world for nefarious purposes." Satana's voice turns into a sardonic drawl. "Now far be it from me to object to nefarious purposes, but it bothers me when nefarious purposes run counter to my own. So I freed her from her role in said purposes, in a way that amused me, and I feel that she now owes me a bit of service in gratitude."

Satana's unsmiling eyes fall on Ree. "Isn't that right, little one?" she asks. Voice effusive, warm, and as false as George Washington's teeth.

"She has some abilities, it turns out, that might be useful. Perhaps even useful to your little project. But I'll let her tell you how she can be of use and thus worthy of not being sent back to the pits."

Ree has posed:
Ree's smile is instant when Selene compliments her. She isn't trying to dissimilate or pretend...at the moment. "I do pull this off, don't I?" She apparently hasn't gotten past Pride yet, though it's something that she immediately drops when Satana's attention comes to her.

She smiles slightly less suddenly, as she feels those eyes. It's a bit forced for a moment. "You blew up many demons. I felt it, Master." Not Mistress. She has a certain phrasing. "Yes. I owe a debt, and I would never deny a Lord of Hell even if I did not." She lowers her head.

Selene Corvinus has posed:
Selene regards Satana as she gives Ree's introduction. But soon her brown eyed gaze is going back to the demonic servant. "I see..." She quietly responds.

As Ree elaborates a little further, the Vampire looks her over again before exchanging looks with Satana. "I suppose abilities involve the death and destruction of all my enemies?" She asks casually enough. "After nearly seven hundred years of trying to achieve it myself, clearly I could use a bit more help..." She dryly jokes at her own expense too.