9103/Arrival to Modernity

Arrival to Modernity
Date of Scene:	15 December 2021
Location:	Washington Square Park
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Paris Bennet, 3688, Satana Hellstrom

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Paris Bennet has posed:
It is the early hours of evening outside of New York University, one of the few reasonable sized clearings outside of Central Park apparently. This serves the new arrival quite nicely.

A field of white crackling energy like intense static appears in space alongside a children's swingset near a parking lot. The field begins as a soccer ball sized orb, then suddenly expands to become a perfect rectangle like a doorway to...somewhere.

Evidently another city by the brief glimpse.

A man steps through in a black and purple armored jumpsuit beneath a white cloak. He is tall and muscular with a slightly violet complexion. His hair is shoulder length salt and pepper at the moment. A subtle glow emits from his personage. Gold within gold eyes survey his twilit surroundings.

At the moment, not many are around at this time of day. A few homeless people flee the dramatic entrance, and there's a confused man in a suit with his girl in a convertible 'enjoying the stars'...

Chili O'Mally (3688) has posed:
Chili O'Mally loiters near a recycling bin used to collect broken electronics. He glances shiftily from side to side and taps the box with his knuckles.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, God, Larry!" breathes Satana in the aforementioned car. "This is so romantic!"

Internally she recites the lineage of obscure demonologist from sheer boredom. "Larry" was a mediocre lover at best. Still, he'd done her a solid--not this immediate solid, mind, and not knowingly, but still, he deserves a bit of a good time before his soul is finally hers but for the little wisp remaining that flies screaming down to Hell.

And ... it was time. Give him that final mind-blowing thrill before he withers to a husk and dies. "Larry, I just want to give you a little treat," she simpers, as her hand wanders southward, causing her partner to stiffen in surprise, then relax in anticipation.

Her head starts wandering south too ...

And then the orb.

DAMMIT! Feeding over. SOMEONE was going to pay!

Growling in frustration as Larry cries out, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Satana sits upright and glowers at the new arrival. "It's nothing from Hell, trust me," she says to Larry before just tapping him lightly on the shoulder and knocking him out.

He doesn't know it. He'll likely never know it. But his life and soul were both just saved.

Satana steps out of the car, glaring, eyes literally glowing like charcoal embers having oxygen blown over them.

"What the Hell are you and why are you interfering with my feeding!?" she asks, her voice a thrilling contralto ... underlined by an octave-lower deep bass.

Paris Bennet has posed:
The doorway to elsewhere sizzles shut with the sound of frying bacon, then snaps with electrical POP! behind the man. Any gifted minds in the vicinity would understandably be getting migraines from the psychic pressure he naturally exhudes, but there is none of the discipline of say...an Xavier in this persona. Just the settling weight of presence.

The man speaks with a thick french accent as he replies to the demonic woman,"I am Bennet du Paris. This city..it is not so remarkable as the one I just departed. Still decadent, I feel the chaos of lives wasted and meaningless misery..."

He then turns his focus to Chili for but a moment, then hmphs and peers to Satana. Chili might experience a momentary headache as his mind is glanced at, then Satana...his salt and pepper brows wrinkle as he quips,"Misery indeed..."

Chili O'Mally (3688) has posed:
Chili O'Mally takes advantage of the distraction and pulls open the chute of the recycling bin.

"Yasss!", he whispers hoarsely.

Chili heaves himself up and slides into the bin with a muted chorus of crunches and clattering accented by muffled cursing. The sounds of broken electronic toys being shuffled and tossed around can faintly be heard.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, honey-bunches, you don't even know the meaning of misery yet," Satana snarls, striding forward in her ... far too scant (and disarrayed in ways that would be unseemly to all but her after Larry's clumsy gropings) outfit, right hand already developing a brilliant ball of flame.

"But don't you worry. I will be introducing you to it shortly before I eat your soul and shit it to Hell!"

The word is 'hangry' and Satana exemplifies it at the moment.

Paris Bennet has posed:
The strange looking man in purple, black, and white rises ever so slightly into the air at the hot chick's advance. Emphasis on hot with regards to the threat presented! The glow from his personage intensifies, especially the exposed skin areas and eyes...

Bennet starts with a curse in actual Old French, then the sand from the nearby play area is gathered up and sculpted into a solid barrier between himself and the creepy woman with a sweeping gesture of his hand.

Bennet then states,"Do not presume to threaten me, whatever you are. I am bound to this world, and here I shall stay until this Hell you speak of rises to take it!"

Chili O'Mally (3688) has posed:
The chute of the recycling bin opens and a pile of broken electronic devices regurgitates from the bin. Chili's hands appear in the chute and he tries to heave himself out, resulting in the door slamming on his hands. Curse ring the metal sides of the box. After a few moments and some more noise from inside the chute opens again and Chili pops halfway out and grunts his way out, flopping onto the pile of broken electronics. This time the curses aren't muffled.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana stops at the sand barrier and stares. A sardonic expression crosses her face as she golf-claps (through the flame ball still attached to her right hand).

"Oh, bravo. You do parlour tricks."

With that Satana takes to the air, gesturing at Bennet as she clears the lip of the wall, causing a stream of sulfurous flame to lance toward him, impacting in front of him, vaporizing a layer of soil and fusing another layer into terrifically hot glowing glass.

"I've got a few of my own. We should compare notes and take the act on the road."

Now the left hand is spawning fire and the gesture at Paris is starting. This one doesn't look like it's aimed in front of him...

Paris Bennet has posed:
The strangely garbed man glances down at the scorched earth and smiles sardonically. He then matches the woman and rises as well, an orb of curved light manifesting about his left hand as his eyes shine like twin flares in the evening gloom. His lips snarl as he retorts,"Oh, I do much more than mere parlour tricks. The Liar Beneath the Sands stole but a little of the light of Metatron and invested it within me, do not trifle lest I kindle it!"

With that warning issued, he swings the orb ensconced hand in a backfisting motion towards her that issues a surge of raw force like a pickup truck!

Regardless of result, Bennet adds rebuff,"I would not deign to dally with a creature from below."

Chili O'Mally (3688) has posed:
Chili O'Mally picks himself up and stuffs the broken junk into his pockets. He eyes the fighting supers and scans the area, looking for a quick escape. He starts to bolt off in one direction then stops himself. He turns and watches the combatants carefully, slowly closing the distance between himself and the locus of combat.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
It's probably for the best that the pickup truck hit Satana when it did, given that the flame that came out was brighter, broader, and seemed ready to turn anything it touched to ash.

Like the swing set.

The one that it hit.

The one that is now a melted, smoking, glowing ruin.

So back to the pickup. Unprepared for this raw expression of power, Satana is slammed and sent careering through the air with a bellow of rage. (This is the good news.)

It's not a bellow of pain. (This is the bad news.)

The creature from downbelow spins out of control through the air on a ballistic arc on a course straight for nosy junk collectors who happen to be foolishly approaching the combat...

Paris Bennet has posed:
It's difficult to tell what this man is looking at from moment to moment, given to normal perceptions those eyes are solid orbs of yellow. To the extraordinarily aware however, he notes the destruction wrought by Satana's soulfire blast, which is acknowledged with an arched brow and a smirk.

He also notes her literal crash course with the onlooker, and the fact that this person is of no consequence to him. A shame, because he isn't lifting a finger to play savior tonight.

Instead, Exodus calmly explains,"You were warned. Cease this foolishness."

Chili O'Mally (3688) has posed:
Chili O'Mally watches the fighting intently, assessing it the way he would in the autoduel arenas. Just before Paris swings his weapon Chili turns his attention to Satana and yells, "Excuse me miss, I see you're in the middle of something but I need your hel--oh shit!" Before Chili can dive out of the way he is bowled over by the hurtling demon thing.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana's flight through the air is cushioned by the soft human she hits. This doesn't do anything at all to stop her injury, in that she was never at risk of such. It does, however, save her already scandalously-revealing attire from becoming absent.

"Out of my way, sub-thing!" she snarls graciously at Chili. To show her appreciation for his service she doesn't even backhand him into next Tuesday. "I have a witless mortal to destroy!"

Standing just ahead of Chili, she starts chanting in her dual-octave voice. Eldritch syllables drip from her lips as her fingers, arms, legs, entire body contort in ways that summon from the aether dark energies. Energies that reach out in a massive, visible, dark mist that claws toward Paris, reaching not for his person but his soul.

"You're mine now, you bitch!" she growls as the spell comes to fruition and a large, insubstantial demon of smoke and despair forms between the two, a demon whose very cries call into question the reason for continued existence.

"Most I let love me, then despair. You are the exception!" she shouts at Paris. "You don't taste my pleasures first!"