Owner	Pose
Hellboy	Hellboy sits in the milkshake place with one in front of him--or at least the glass that once contained one--waiting. He doesn't so much hold his cell phone in his Right Hand of Doom so much as he does prop it up in a carefully cupped one. If he's not exceedingly careful with those things, he'll break another one, and darn it, those things are expensive! With his left hand, he swipes, then waits. He lets out a soft, "Heh. Get recked, pigs."
Rave	Subtle wasn't that much more Rave's thing than it was Hellboy's. She was bright neon blue in hair, a public metahuman, known heroine and musician after all. That and the whole 'turning up in a glowing streak of neon' thing. Coming to settle at the doorway she does at least settle down the speed before stepping in.
Hellboy	Hellboy can't fail but notice her, looking up from slingshotting disgruntled avians at porcine thieves. He raises his left hand, as if she can't tell where he is if he doesn't wave to get her attention.
Rave	Thankfully there wasn't a little zipping or lightspeed dashing this time, instead the girl in her clubwear 'uniform' plus the hoodie drawn around her shoulders before making towards the table and tilting her head. "Hey there...I figure this isn't some elaborate way to try and arrest me, right?"
Hellboy	"Nah," Hellboy says, turning his phone off and slipping it into his coat...somewhere. He raises his empty glass toward the blue-skinned soda jerk behind the counter. "Cozwick!" he bellows out. "Another round. One for the pretty lady, too." He clears his throat as the man begins to make milkshakes. He looks at Rave for a moment, then clears his throat. "So," he says. "Hi." He waves again.
Rave	A grin, Rave leans forwards, her elbows resting on the table. It was fun, amusing after all. Even joining the 'professional' heroes didn't mean that getting milkshakes with a demon was a normal day. It made it exciting! "Hi again," she jests lightly before tilting her head. "So why did you invite me out then? Hopefully I'll get my milkshake first if we're about to be dealing with monsters again...or are you just wanting to 'hang out'?"
Hellboy	Hellboy is definitely beating around the bush. "Yeah, maybe," he says. He drums on the table with the fingers of his left hand. "So, I've got a bit of a project I'm working on. You're the first person I thought of. You killed that--" He looks at Cozwick briefly, hesitating before he turns his gaze back to Rave. "--destroyed that mist. That was cool. THEY don't have a lot of information on how your powers work. You able to focus pure sunlight directly?"
Rave	"A project?" she repeats before tilting her head to the side, listening to his words before biting her bottom lip. "I mean, a laser is focused light, so yeah. I can pull normal light around, the 'glowy rainbow of awesome' I am is just most natural to me. Any light, sun or electrical, works for me."
Hellboy	Hellboy seems to relax just slightly. "Awesome," he says. "I'm putting together something like a solar forge. I can do a lot of the actual forging bit, and I have someone to manipulate some carbon. I need a reliable solar manipulator. As long as the sunlight coming in still thinks it's from the sun when it hits the steel."
Rave	"A solar forge...so melting stuff with sunlight to make stuff? Is it a magical thing?" she questions, the specifics of coming from the sun causing her to tilt her head. "I mean, light itself isn't hugely different but...I mean, vampires don't burn up in moonlight, right?" she muses aloud. Awaiting her milkshake, the bluenette does however rest her chin on her hands. "So what are you making in there?"
Hellboy	"Me?" Hellboy says. "Steel," he says, as if that's supposed to be enough. He looks intensely into the woman's eyes, narrowing the embers of his own. "Not sure how much I should tell you. The more people know, the more chances all of us become targets if this works."
Rave	"You...get I'm a superheroine who glows bright blue and has a social media following, right?" she comments lightly. "And a performer. You wouldn't believe some of the weirdo fans and creeps that brings out. How much more of a target could I become?" Still, his drop to seriousness does flatten her humor a little, even if she did her best to play it off.
Hellboy	Hellboy nods. "Fair," he says. "I'll tell you about it once I get all the pieces into place. You have a time that works better for you?" he asks.
Rave	A little shrug of her shoulders and she moves in a sudden blur of light, her hands now grasping his phone as she typed out her number and details at speed. Nevermind he probably had them already, it was more habbit than anything. "Daylight hours is going to work best. I can move pure sunlight, but if I've absorbed it and then blast it again? It's probably more likely to be my sort of laser. Just...try not to plan it on a day I'm performing, huh?"