Owner	Pose
Johnny Blaze	The Pezzini House. Or the Pezzini-Blaze house if it is considered so if Johnny is the place's caretaker. He had already cooked up some dinner, but seemed to not eat himself. In truth? He was completely elsewhere. Mentally and physically. He was out on the porch, a cigarette in his mouth as he exhales some smoke. His bike was outside. Did he plan on leaving? Or was it just outside? Who knows. But Johnny was watching and watching closely. As if something evil was coming. As if it -might-. Or maybe he was just keeping watch. But tasked with Sara of keeping the Justice League Dark together, Johnny has been a little...stiffer as of late. Has slept less, for starters. But there he was, sitting there in a chair. A shotgun rests on the table beside him.
Sara Pezzini	Pulling up to the house on her bike, Sara had been called back to work with the NYPD on a temporary basis. She wasn't working cases, instead she was correcting two years worth of reports that had been lies to conceal the magical elements that were related to the cases. With a new task force being formed by the NYPD, one to deal with some of the stranger elements like magic, aliens, and the like, her captain, Joe Siry, had asked her to redo former reports with the truth. Parking her bike beside Johnny's, her eyes shift to the porch where he is sitting. He's been distant, lost in his thoughts, like something weighed on him... more so than what usually did. Swinging her leg over she climbed off the bike, and as she walked toward the house pulled her helmet off. "You shouldn't leave the shotgun in plain sight," she offers, glancing toward the neighbor house for a moment then back to him. "What's up?"
Johnny Blaze	Johnny sees her coming from a mile away. The grease monkey in him can pick out the sound of the engine and even tell you what engine that thing has. Though when he sees the bike in the distance, he slowly reaches for his gun. Though when it turns out to be Sara Pezzini, a woman who had come to be very close to his heart, he takes his head off of his weapon and he looks at her. "You also shouldn't walk down dark alleys, but here we are." Johnny looks at her with a bit of a small smile. "I missed you, Sara." He tells her with a softer tone of voice, though he takes that deep breath. "Not much. The team isn't tearing itself apart yet, which is good. What's up with you?"
Sara Pezzini	Climbing up the stairs to the porch, Sara sets her helmet on the shotgun, partly to get it out of her hands and partly to conceal it. "It's a driveway, not a dark alley," she says first with a grin. "And the dark alley won't get the police called on me, see also, we got the call about twenty minutes ago and since it was my house, they contacted me before sending units. Gun needs to be hidden love, for the protection of the random officers that would normally have come." Leaning down she places a soft kiss on his lips, then sits herself in his lap. Only way to give the neighbors the show they needed to realize yes, he belongs there and it's the most comfortable seat available. "I've read to many old reports in the last week that I think I'm going to drive myself insane," she replies to the question asked. "Going back through hand written, coded notes to fill in the blanks I left before, not fun... but Siry's aware I can get called away at any time. He's the only one aware that I'm not just SHIELD, but also an Avenger, so..." Reaching up she brushes the hair off his face, "How about you tell me where you've been lately, because it isn't here, even though your body is... and how about you add in why you're sitting on the front porch with your gun, what are you expecting?"
Johnny Blaze	"Fair." Johnny doesn't argue much with Sara, and apparently people called the cops on him, causing him to turn his attention over to the neighbor's house. "Jackasses." They had wonderful coffee with them a few days ago. Though what he wasn't expecting perhaps, was Sara to still give him a kiss and slide into his lap, a strong arm curling around her back to keep her close, his eyes look at her. "I'm sure I could've talked with the police officers. I have a charming personality." Johnny attempts to state as if fact. Though he ends up frowning a bit. "Sorry that you've been stuck on reports. Wish it was different." He informs her with a sad tone. "Intuition...instinct. Feel like something bad was coming. Call it the Rider or my paranoia."
Sara Pezzini	Adjusting herself a little, not wanting to pinch anything or make him uncomfortable, Sara slips her arm around behind his back and leans into him. "It's not about charming," she says more quietly, then kisses his cheek. "It's about the law, but thankfully family of police officers get a little bit more leeway, and Frank over there," she nods toward the neighbors house. "He's a good man, a little paranoid but that would be due to being over protective of his two teenaged sons. Don't hold it against him." Resting her head on his shoulder, she closes her eyes and takes a moment to just breath him in. His scent, his warmth (no pun intended)... him. "Redoing these reports is my penance, for two years of false reports and lying. I'm glad to do it, because it means that future officers on the task force will have the real way to handle things." One more deep breath in and she lifts her head, opens her eyes and looks into hit. "There is always something bad coming, Johnny," she offers softly, reaching with her other hand to caress his cheek. "It's alright around a corner, up the block, in the basement, perhaps even in some hidden underground base, but it's always there. What do you think is triggering it right now? Just a feeling of danger or doom?"
Johnny Blaze	Johnny is leaned into and Johnny looks at Sara when she kisses his cheek, one that he ever so slightly returns to her own while she's close. "Frank's upsetting me by calling the cops on me. I was just sitting and minding my own." Johnny growls a little bit, though she seems to do well enough to help him calm down before he literally blows a cap. She rests his head on his shoulder and Johnny breathes in her scent and relaxes in her touch. "It's a little bit about charm." He frowns, but though as Sara suggests that there's always something bad coming, she has a pretty good point there. There's -always- something coming. "Something is always coming. It feels like doom. Like the world's gonna end."
Sara Pezzini	Since she is sitting up again, Sara places a soft kiss on Johnny's lips, then another on his cheek. "Alright, let's approach this logically," she says softly before one more small kiss. "We both know that every moment of every day could be the last on this planet," is how she starts, and it is clear she is going some place or that would be the most depressing thing ever said. "But we also know that danger, most every kind out there, we can both pretty much handle. Right?" A smile touches her lips as she looks into his eyes. "There is one thing about The Witchblade that has literally saved my life so many times that I've lost count. He can detect danger, before it is even really dangerous. That is how he knows and is able to armor me before damage can be done." Reaching up, she smooths his hair back from his face again. "You've seen it happen, armor out of no where in direct relation to the level of the threat coming. Right now, sitting here with you, there is no danger, and none coming. What you are feeling is the same high adrenaline paranoia that I have known for the past two years of my life. A constant fast heart, blood pumping, what's around that corner, sensation... let it go. Oh, and don't let Frank bug you, you could take him with all that... charm."