9883/Just checking in

Just checking in
Date of Scene:	29 January 2022
Location:	Cafeteria and Bar
Synopsis:	Mystique checks in with Azazel after the angel invasion.
Cast of Characters:	Raven Darkholme, Azazel

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Raven Darkholme has posed:
With the population of the asteroid being near maximum, the bar is closed. The last thing the Brotherhood needs is a bunch of drunk humans wandering around the halls with no where to go, and nothing to do other than drink and seek trouble. The only people allowed entry to the bar are members of the Brotherhood and their guests, the guards at the closed doors make that known to any who try to enter.

Mystique was obviously an exception. After another day of putting out tiny fires, feeling too much like the mayor of New York City, it was time for a drink and to check in with Azazel. A text went out to his phone, inviting him to come by in the evening, and she made sure to be in the bar at that time.

Azazel has posed:
    At the appointed time, there's a *BAMF* and Azazel is in the seat opposite her, looking about as relaxed as he usually does. Glancing around the mostly empty bar, he looks back to Mystique and says "Keeping busy? I heard you took in some of the refugees, must be tons of fun."

    There's a quick double *BAMF*, a bit of brimstone cloud behind the bar, and he's in the chair pouring scotch into two glasses, one of which he pushes across to her. "So, having fun keeping track of everyone?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique sat quietly at a table, right leg crossed over the left, wearing a white tailored suit with a low cut shirt beneath it. She had in front of her a mixture of whiskey and cheery grenadine syrup, two ice cubes floating in the liquid.

"We have thousands on the asteroid right now," she comments, not so much as flinching when he bamfs in, then to the bar and back. "I'm doing my part for the good of the world, making friends, not murdering worthless pieces of shit."

Azazel has posed:
    He chuckles, then takes a drink from one glass. "I've been keeping well clear of New York, I'm fairly sure I'd burst into flames if I just got nearby. I've actually been thinking about popping back to the old Brimstone Dimension, dealing with my old followers would probably be better than what that batshit crazy fucker in New York is up to."

    He takes another sip, then adds, "Not sure that's far enough, but I figure it may be worth a try." He looks across at her and asks, "So, want to help me reconquer my people if it comes down to it?"

Raven Darkholme has posed:
A soft chuckle passes Mystique's lips over his mention of New York and bursting into flames. Honestly, she believed he would in fact burst into flames. At the mention of helping him however, one brow raises.

"Azazel my darling," she begins with a smile slowly creeping across her face. "I don't know what good I would be, or what help I might be able to offer, but you should know that all you have to do is tell me when and where, and I will be there. I can't order anyone to join me, but I can ask, and I believe there are others who would also help."

Azazel has posed:
    "Well, it'll all kind of depend if things go the wrong way in New York, so I don't know how much warning we'd get. But yeah, the more the merrier, as long as they understand that we'd be pretty literally going to Hell. On the plus side, if we pull it off, we'd be ruling the place, but there's still no Burger Kings down there. It's not the most pleasant of places in general. Kind of why we wanted to escape in the first place."

    He tosses back the drink, then since Mystique had her own, picks up the second one he had poured. "I'll take any of your friends you want, but be sure to tell them even if we win, it's not exactly a great place to live. Better than being obliterated, mind you, but it's a pretty serious lifestyle change."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Taking a sip from her glass, Mystique swirls the liquid around for a moment making the ice tap against the side. "The universe is supposedly going to be remade. If that's true, then after we survive the destruction and recreation, we can come back and take over," she offers with a mischievous smile. "And I have to take Lydia. Although it isn't an official," she shows him the white gold sapphire and diamond engagement ring. "We intend to talk more about it after we win, if we win... but this way, if we go to Hell and take over, I know we'll get to talk about it."

Azazel has posed:
    Azazel laughs, raising his glass in salute, "I like the way you think. But that does have a certain appeal. At the very least, they'd never expect it." He considers a moment, then says, "Hell, if we come in before the monkeys come down from the trees, we can have everything set up the way we want it before they invent tools. We'd be like gods to them."

    With a smirk he adds, "Wonder how many times we can force them to reset the universe before they just give up and let us shape it our way."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique starts laughing rather hard at this, the idea of being gods to monkey humans amusing the every living shit out of her. She has to take a moment to collect herself, eyes sparkling.

"That sounds /so/ appealing, Azazel," she murrs softly, leaning forward a little. "You as the King, Lydia and I as Queens, ruling over the world until Michael realizes he fucked up and forgot about Homo-Superior, and how crafty we can be."

Picking up her glass, Mystique stands up and walks around the table to Azazel's side, then calmly sits herself in his lap. "I realize that for you and I there is no chance that the end of the Universe will actually be our end," she says softly, reaching up to caress his cheek and neck lightly. "However, not everyone knows that... so let's pretend, just for this moment, that the fear of the universe ending effects us."

Leaning over she places a gentle kiss on his lips before nibbling lightly at his bottom lip and whispering, "I don't want my life to end without being with you one more time."

Azazel has posed:
    Slipping an arm around her he grins and nods, "I can live with a Triad of rulership. We'll have to decide how to divvy up the world, but that's for a later time. Besides, who knows, we might even win. Or at least the people trying to stop it might win. As I said, I've been laying low."

    As Mystique drops into his lap and kisses him, he passes his glass to his tail, slips both arms around her and returns the kiss. At her words, he smiles and says "Well then, let's take care of that little issue right away." His tail puts the drink down on the table, then with a *BAMF* he and Mystique vanish from the bar.