9685/Crimson and Frost

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Crimson and Frost
Date of Scene: 17 January 2022
Location: Fred's Diner
Synopsis: Emma ahs a quick talk with Hellboy in a diner about the angels
Cast of Characters: Hellboy, Emma Frost




Hellboy has posed:
    Good pancakes are pretty common. Good pancakes in a place where people don't stare at you and interrupt you every few minutes for an autograph or a photo op or what-have-you? That's something else. Hellboy has been spending more and more time in Bushwick, and finding a diner that serves good pancakes was almost icing on the cake. Currently, having just gotten the tallest stack on offer delivered to his table, the not-a-mutant rubs his hand against his Right Hand of Destiny enthusiastically. Plucking up the syrup, the demon begins drowning the breakfast cake in maple goodness.

Emma Frost has posed:
A diner isn't the type of place that Emma Frost frequents. But with goings on in mutant town with the place being used as a staging ground for evacuations, and the Brotherhood keeping a presence here at times it's as good enough reason as any to check in. Particularly since it's not polite to just mass scan minds in the area, efficient at that might be. So the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club would enter in, wearing more of a mid-priced business outfit than she usually does to not stand out as much. Hellboy gets a glance; he stands out even by mutant standards.

Hellboy has posed:
    Even among mutants, the demon is a face that demands one remember it. He's been a comic book character, a movie had someone playing him--he's Bill Gates among humans: You think that's really him, but you don't really know, and it might be rude to ask. Of course, the right hand gives it away. Doing his best not to stare at others, the demon just...prepares his pancakes. He knows people stare. Until someone approaches him, he's just...that demon-lookin' guy STILL pouring maple syrup.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost keeps tracks of publically recogizable metahumans. So the demon doesn't take more than a few moments to. Emma Frost would sashay over towards Hellboy, gonig to present herself in a somewhat different person a- that of someone curious. "Why hello there. Hellboy, right?" Putting a curious tone in her voice.

Hellboy has posed:
    Looking up from his pancakes getting a syrup shower, the demon stops pouring and puts the carafe down. He slurps some stickiness off his left thumb. "Yeah?" he says, waiting expectantly.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would go to casually lean over against the opposite end of the booth - not invading his space, but putting up an aura of one who was curious, "So what brings you here to Bushwack? Are you here to deal with the angels?"

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy grumbles a bit. "Angels," he says. He shakes his head. "I'm not supposed to talk about my work, but my department's on it. Try not to worry. Bushwick's people are pretty well equipped to handle themselves." He furrows his brow and takes up a fork. "Is that why you were asking?" he asks, realizing he might have missed the point.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would shrug over, "Of course. Ah.. They're really scary. The way they took everyone out of Manhattan.. I mean, are they going to expand? I.. I'm sorry, I'm just worried, I have some friends that were evacuated that I can't track down and.." She would wave a ahnd dismissively, "I'm sorry, you just said you were on top of it and I'm babbling."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy raises a brow, then lets it down. "My department does," he says. "I, uh...don't get out much." He puts his fork down. "I get that this is all worrying, but trust me, I've been doing this a long time, and these things always work themselves out." He stands and pulls some money from his pocket. "I'll make a phone call and see if my department can put me on this more directly, kay? I don't want you to lose sleep." He was putting on a face, for sure. A lot of what she'd said had been news to him.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would nod at Helboy, "Of course, thank you. Just.. It's really scary, they all say that it's an end of the world type of event." SHe's offering that wiht the unsurety of someone that's seen the news but isn't sure how accurate it is. "Ah.. Thank you, I really appreciate it. You don't have to do that. I'm glad it's in good hands."

Hellboy has posed:
    "Hey," Hellboy says with a vaguely flirtatious but possibly just an attempt at a comfortingly reassuring smile. "I've got this," he adds, tossing some crumpled bills onto the table. "You want those pancakes," he says as he heads toward the door, rummaging through his huge and nebulous overcoat to pull out a smartphone, "they're yours. Might need more syrup, though." He taps the screen and holds the device up to his head as he pushes his way out into the street where he begins whisper-shouting at someone on the other end of the call.