Owner Pose
Hellboy     It isn't particularly difficult to find some of the places in the abandoned apartment building that homeless people have been using to get in and out. Hellboy is much more accustomed to working in squalid living conditions than the average SHIELD agent, as the homeless often have drug problems or mental illness that makes stories easy to discount, and it takes longer for most people to notice the homeless persons missing. However, in Hellboy's case, he doesn't really care why the monsters go bump. He's tossed at such problems to stop the bumping and either detain or eliminate the bumper.
Satana      Satana was sipping on a fizzy pink drink in a bubble bath when she got the call from her minions. An artifact is out. Loose. With legs. Were they about to steal it? Yes. Did it already liberate itself from its collector? Also yes.
     And presently it is hiding in a decrepit old apartment building, and growing. It started out the size of a rat, translucent gooey legs around a shiny metal egg. Then, after it scampered off from a dozen panicked minions, it ate several rats and a raccoon on its way here, and grew. Now it's the size of a large dog, and unfortunately very sticky. Certainly it's going to want to eat bigger meals at this point.
     Which brings Satana here, teleporting in still damp from the bath and annoyed. "If you want something done, do it yourself," she mutters to herself. She's starting at the top of the building, noting the filth and sighing as she cautiously opens the roof door to the dark building below. The sound of rats- lots of them- can be heard screaming and scurrying, along with the sound of wet, squishing steps echoing up the stairwell.
Hellboy     Hellboy, meanwhile, sees nothing but despair and regret. He draws his pistol, which doesn't get a reaction from anyone. This perplexes the demon, who holds it up in his left hand, making his Right Hand of Doom into as tight a fist as stone fingers will make. He waves his gun around, pointing it at people, but none of them react, save for some with sadness as he doesn't pull the trigger on them.
    Soon, a colony of rats goes scurrying from the stairs. Hellboy takes the hint and heads that direction, trying to avoid stepping on any. After all, rats want to live, too. He pushes his way into the stairwell, and starts climbing. Without power, it's fairly dark, but people have set up some battery-powered lights to see with. Inginuity of the desperate in action.
    Hellboy continues upward until he feels the floor is right. Pushing his way through the next floor's door, he sees something truly remarkable. Whatever it is, it's not human. The towering, sweaty, hairy, pusstule-covered creature squats in a mess of human bones picked clean and covered with tooth-marks. In one of its great hands, easily as big as the demon man's torso, it holds an egg-like bit of metal with squishy, gross limbs. It then tosses it into its mouth and crunches down on it. Hellboy winces slightly at the sound of twisting metal and wet mouth noises as it masticates. Its attention then turns toward Hellboy.
    "Hey, Ugly," Hellboy says, taking a step back. "Stay," he tries.
Satana      The Unholy Egg of... something! Destroyed! Satana is not yet aware of this, descending slowly. Her plan was to sneak up on the artifact, to just grab it and burn off the squishy bits and take it home for her dark purposes. Probably just to admire and have to herself.
     Coming from above, she sees Hellboy, or at least the tail end of him, narrowing her eyes. Not a typical resident of such an abode, or a familiar form. Nor is she, dressed in her clean, expensive clothing. "Hey. Are you stealing my egg?" she asks, almost playful. But there is that horrible crunching sound, and her expression drops from flirtatious and fun to very annoyed. She descends more quickly, too close, too fast, and sees the disgusting thing as it finishes its snack.
     "Did... did YOU eat my egg?" she hisses in its direction. Hey, anyone here in this room might be sentient. Never hurts to ask.
Hellboy     The thing doesn't know quite what to make of hellboy, but it has eaten things that look like Satana before. Reaching out with its massive mitt, it tries to grab at Satana. Hellboy fires with the Samaritan he carries as he reaches out, his stony arm across Satana's chest as he pushes her back, trying to protect her as if she was just some rando off the street. His firearm makes a sound like a cannon being set off. It's not so much a 'Bang!' as a 'BOOM!' Flesh explodes outward from the creature's hand. It roars in a mixture of agony and rage.
Satana      Satana is not used to people actively trying to protect her. It's such a strange thing. Usually they have other intentions for her. It catches her off guard, and she has a split second to be amused before that loud sound and the splatter bring her back to the moment. She raises a manicured hand, rolling her wrist and flexing her fingers as soulfire crackles up. "Duck or you'll get burned. Maybe," she says to the big red demon so close to her, flinging the ethereal flame towards the fleshy abomination that has devoured her precious egg. It's a projectile about the size of a football, cast with anger and resentment.
Hellboy     Hellboy does duck, but also from surprise. Fire really doesn't bother him, but what looks like fire isn't always. He weaves to the left and turns his attention back to the fleshy monstrosity. It briefly nurses its wounded hand, given stigmata by a demon of all people, then reaches with its other hand to crush some despair into this meal that has entered its lair. However, it doesn't really have time to reach her entirely before its center of mass is on fire. Not just on fire. On HELLFIRE. That's gotta be worse, right? It definitely doesn't like it, shrieking with a wail that is as unholy as it is loud.
Satana      The young lady looks very, very annoyed at this. The fire still weaves around her fingers, eyes glowing as the young lady demonstrates her temper. Lost to her is the fact that someone else is watching, or that this building isn't the sturdiest, she is captured by rage. "No one takes things from me," she snarls, gearing up to immolate the foul thing that has denied her a pretty shiny object. Or one of great power, now we'll never know. The soulfire blossoms as she throws another bolt of it. It's more radiant than its more natural cousin, growing with heat that threatens to spread to the building as she angrily bombards the monster. There's a temper here, and she's not at all controlling it.
Hellboy     The beast roars out a painful cry, its eyes begging for help, but soon, it falls. The hellfire Satana has pumped into it threatens to spread quickly, and the floor already strains under the beast's body. Hellboy holsters his weapon and moves to the woman. "Hey, Lady," he says, "we better go, huh? You gonna help me clean up downstairs before the building comes down on them?"
Satana      She steps forward, walking into the fire and absorbing it, nudging around with her boot to try and find bits of her egg. The flames flow back into her, but there's plenty of damage done. The wet, hot weight of the monster is seeping through the floor, holes apparent and the building creaking. Another temper tantrum gone wrong, at least for people who aren't her. "Hm? What are we doing?" she asks, the last of the fire burning the grime from her boots, leaving her pristine.
Hellboy     Hellboy watches the beast melt in the hellfire, seeping through the floorboards. The atmosphere, despite being filled with smoke, feels significantly lighter. However, from downstairs, there is screaming as people vacate the building from the horrors they've witnessed and the mystery fluid. Hellboy doesn't seem affected. "Hey," he says, taking a step backward. "I gotta make a phone call. Can you, uh...just wait there? I think somebody's going to want to talk to you." He pulls his phone from his pocket and flicks through to get at his contacts.
Satana      "I would really rather you didn't," Satana replies, stepping closer. Not really one for boundaries, she reaches out to place a hand over his, blocking view of the phone screen. "How about you just take credit for this one? No one need ever know. Surely some of the things you have on your belt there..." she tenses as she take some in, but regains her composure, "... can light something like that ablaze. Really, you were doing a fine job before I so rudely interrupted," she says, trying to walk back her explosion of rage. Just a normal lady here, nothing to see. A pretty girl with big eyes and lots of thick, dark lashes framing the red of them.
Hellboy     Hellboy doesn't seem affected by her wooing attempts, either. He is stopped from calling anyone, at least for the moment. He looks at her, then at his phone, then back up at her. He is not exactly gifted with eloquent prose much of the time. His brow furrows as he slightly shakes his head. "I still gotta call it in," he says to her.
Satana      It's difficult with other non-earthly beings. A human man would be putty in her hands, but this one's not going to be hypnotized or convinced by force. "But you're calling it in without mentioning another party, right?" she asks, swirling a finger on the back of his hand, then releasing him after drawing her index finger along his thumb and disengaging. "Though I guess I am wondering who you're calling?" she asks.
Hellboy     "Look, you don't have to stick around," Hellboy says. He flicks through his contacts and taps one with his thumb. Holding his phone to his head, he says, "Job comes first." The phone gives a ringback tone against his ear as he makes eye contact with Satana. He seems to be waiting to see what she'll decide.
Satana      "But I'm curious now," she whispers, listening intently. Very childish in that regard. She keeps that eye contact, challenging any authority that might dare tell her what to do. But he's not. Which is frustrating. It would be so much easier if he was being pushy!
Hellboy     Hellboy's expression doesn't give much away. His posture suddenly changes and he says, "Hey," into the phone. "Yeah, I found it," he continues. "It, uh...it died in some fire." There was a pause. "No, I didn't do it!" he insisted impatiently to whoever was on the other end of the line. "Yeah, it's still here," he says, returning his eye contact to Satana. "Well, bring a big bucket, 'cause it's kinda melty." Another pause. "Yeah, melty. Like a candy bar you put too close to the fire you put your feet up in." He turns and walks out the door. "Well, buy some asbestos socks! You're really messing with my metaphors!"
Satana      Satana is trying to suppress a grin as she eavesdrops, even bringing a hand to cover her mouth. But her shoulders rise as she laughs quietly, demurely. It's an act, but it's fun. As he leaves, out the door, she levitates over to the mess. There's a small glint of metal, and she burns away more goop surrounding it, leaning over whilst hovering to pick it up. Just a sliver of metal, how depressing. Nothing magical left about it, but perhaps a souvenir. She slips it into a coat pocket. She peeks back towards the door, checking to see if he's returning. And if not, well. It'll be time to head out.