Owner	Pose
Satana	She's been in the workshop all day. That's what she calls her little hall of horrors where she does her magicks and enchantments. All day there has been the sounds of chanting. Of screaming. Of moaning so loudly it's like Thomas has been between her legs for a few hours. Of a Dremel. Wait, a Dremel? In the end, however, she comes out of her workshop holding aloft ... a knife. But not just any knife. This is a knife she's made in honour of Thomas and his homeland: a Mambele! Deadly in hand-to-hand, it is even more vicious when thrown. And this one has runes etched into it (with suspiciously Dremel-like marks) and stains on the horn handle that look suspiciously like blood, but also ... Thomas' nostrils know that scent. Having spent as much time near their source as he has... "Thomas! Where are you, man-thing?" Satana asks. "I have a gift for you." Thus will anybody find her who may enter the Griffin, say by ringing at the door and having an imp open it in greeting. Or by materializing in place. Satana, completely in the nude, covered with a bewildering variety of staining fluid remnants, holding aloft a knife that positively BLASTS out magic. So, you know, Thursday.
Thomas Blake	The response? A nearly sky clad wild man erupts from the study. Muscles like steel cables he sweeps Satana off her feet in a crushing hug that would likely break a human woman's ribs. He carries her to the couch, several dogs in the neighborhood wish for deafness to take them, hearing demoness squeals of joy. Blake spares the beautiful and lethal thing a look. Then he pockets the other lethal but beautiful thing and shows his thanks: three times. "You are the first woman to truly understand me -despite your snarks and jabs." He realizes she will stay cuddly and amenable to his nonsense talk only a short time. He caresses her cheek and gives her a kiss. "Thank you, love. It is beautiful and terrible as the dawn."
Saeko	A soft chuckle, faint on the breeze outside and a flicker of lights in the room, almost as if they had turned to ghostly blue candles for a moment before the light sweeps from silhouette to shap and Saeko is revealed leaning nearby, a polite lack of directly looking at the pair somewhat undercut by those fox-ears twitching as the woman wrapped in that red and revealing yukata inspects her nails lightly. "I confess, with noises like that I expected to find you with a more...depleted companion."
Satana	Satana endures Thomas' affectionate gestures. She signals this with writhing, giggling, gasping, and otherwise expressing mild disapproval that way. This all changes to squealing when she spots Saeko. "THIS IS THE ONE I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU ABOUT! THE FOX I ADORE SO MUCH!" And Thomas finds his face planted on the sofa as an excited (even moreso) Satana slithers out from under him with astonishing alacrity and rushes to throw her arms around the kitsune. "Nice of you to visit!" she enthuses. "This is Thomas. I don't deplete him because he entertains me. Also he brings me the best in utter villainy to consume. And lately he's been giving me more and more, so I let him give me more and more elsewhere." That last is paired with feigned knee weakening, then a laugh, small wink thrown Thomas' way. "Oooh! I so wanted you to meet Thomas! Thomas, this is Saeko. She's from Japan and she's, like really old. Like old as Daddy old. We cleared up a small problem with now-my coven together, then met together in Central Park. You think she's hot like this? Wait'll you see the other her! Wow!" Satana smells of sweat, of demonic blood (both hers and others'), and of arousal. And now so does Saeko courtesy of that hug. Outside, an angry god of fertility and madness paces around. "That bitch better pay up after all I went through, that's all I'm saying." He works up the nerve and ... walks past where there was once a stump in the ground. His foot slips and dislodges the little capsule that the tree stump had been keeping embedded in the ground. The capsule opens and a purple and green haze envelopes him instantly. There's sounds of struggle in the back yard. Then there's silence. Then Pan stands up again. Larger. More muscular. More animalistic. One eye glows purple. The other glows green. "I'm gonna tear her in half!" his voice shouts, now sounding like two voices exactly one octave apart.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake gets up and stretches. He places the knife carefully aside admiring the lines. He admires Satana's lines as well as he snakes an arm around the she-demon's waist (was that a little tremble, a slight wobble?) He does try to avoid getting Saeko still bloodier/sweatier. "So you met my sweetest sin." Yes, he listens to Ruth B. You want to tease him about it? He leans in to give Saeko a kiss, a little roughly but expertly on the side of the mouth and takes a deep breath of fox, blossoms, and magic. Then he gets yanked back and arranged more comfortable on Satana, little attention addict that she is. This was the desired result. He allows it. e strokes the hand on his throat till it relaxes. Kisses the hand till it relaxes further and he feels another tremble. ~Tolerate my ass. You needed me to open a coke bottle for you after last night and fell asleep during Twilight Zone. This leads to the inevitable question of who is draining whom? Or who, whatever.
Saeko	The 'other her' has Saeko smirking, but true enough the ears and tails were subdued and hidden away with the simple magics of her being, almost as if they'd been compressed by that hug. Then again, Satana's openness of that she was seemed to render that a moot point. The sounds of anger outside bring a little chuckle while the Tenko's hand lifts lazily to press soft fingertips against Thomas' lips, but he moves to the side of her mouth of his own accord and that much is seemingly permitted with only a light quirk of her lips. "I did not mean to interrupt, if your evening was...otherwise occupied in one way or another..." A gesture with her hand to her own lips in faux innocence, the kitsune shrugs. "I was merely taking you up on your invitation to visit."
Satana	"Oh, if you were planning on visiting when Thomas and I weren't getting frisky, you'd be waiting an awfully long time. He can't get enough of me. It's like he's an addict or something." There's quite the wicked expression on that face paired with a wink. "And, you know, I tolerate him. He makes me laugh." Satana watches cliched movies too, it seems. "Anyway, let me go get cleaned up..." She tilts her head and smiles suggestively. "...unless you like this?" Beat. "Nah. I'll go shower and get some of these stupid 'clothes' things on. Thomas can show you his new toy." She smacks her forehead. "Of course! Uh ... don't let the toy cut you. It's pretty nasty. Thomas: if you want to just hurt someone and make them feel a lot of pain until they pass out because near-death unconsciousness is better than anything you might have planned for an unconscious body? Throw it. If you want to kill, hold it while you use it. Hand to hand. Best used on mortals, not on vampires or demons or the like." And with that, Satana skips off, playing up shaking EVERYTHING as she bounces down the stairs to wash up. "I'll KILL that bitch if she doesn't pay!" Pan's fury reaches a crescendo as he reaches the door. Downstairs the sound of water running starts. Pan knocks at the door. Wait, at? No. That's the wrong word. Through. That's the word. Pan knocks through the door. "HONEY," he says in his double-octave voice. "I'm HOME!"
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake looks away from Saeko (reluctantly). "Please make yourself comfortable, whatever form you feel. My boyfriend Terry has fur. Satana and I have a pretty open relationship by the way. You are literally enchanting. I bet kingdoms were lost for your beauty... your eyes alone... fuck!" he says the last as he hears the door smashed and that voice. "Remember where I was, please." He charges down the stairs. A grinning little green imp with a skull for a face and a clear cranium appears to offer Saeko a tea service bearing green tea... and a live mouse under a glass. It grins at her. "Blord keep Thomas place. This not take long Fox-on -Two-Legs." Thomas is abruptly thrown through the bedroom door. "Bloord right... but for wrong reason."
Saeko	A quirk of her lips, Saeko nods her head lightly at Satana and Thomas' words on their relationship. It was hardly an odd idea for Polyamory among the mystic and immortal crowd after all! A shift on her stance as both depart, she actually looks like she might consider stepping away were it not for the sudden appearence of 'Blord' and his offering. "My thanks," she speaks softly, lazily reaching for the cup of tea and glancing down the direction of the stairs. Perhaps Thomas might need a hand.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake gets up shaking his head. Obviously something new has been added here. He does get up though. Still not as bad as fighting the head lion was. The family-sized Pan enters the room. Thomas lunges for the Mbele blade, only to have it sail up and imbed itself in a rafter. "Nice try... /little/ man... got any other magic to throw at me?" Thomas cringes... no it's a crouch. he grabs Bloord by his leg and cracks Pan across the face with the imp. "Wheeee!! Bloord (ow) helps! Wheee!" The little imp promptly bites Pan on the neck and the god struggles to get him off lapsing into ancient Achaean. Thomas leaps for the knife!
Saeko	Well that was...unexpected to say the least. Of all the things she'd seen in her very long life, someone clubbing another person with an imp isn't something she'd come across prior. Still, exhaling a breath and placing aside her teacup and stepping forward, the fox draws her hands back and smoothes them through her raven locks like she were simply drawing the locks out...only to reveal the fox ears once more. Her face that had lifted with what appeared to be a stretch lowers once more with the 'whisker marks' and glowing eyes revealed. Her tails flare out and that ghostly blue light swirls around her form while she lifts her hand towards the intruding Pan. "You are intruding on those who host a Tenko of Inari, and you are not welcome here..."
Thomas Blake	Pan leers looking down at her. "Little fox girl... you are not Kaminari... unlucky for you. I will have you after the Hellstrom slut. Thomas makes a leap that might impress Saeko and grabs the knife hilt, hanging by it a split second before getting both hands on it and getting his feet on the ceiling to pull with all his might while Pan is distracted. Very unwise for even an immortal to leave Catman out of their reasoning.
Saeko	A little tsk of her lips, Saeko's tails give a little twitch of irritation. It was one thing to be flirted with repeatedly, but to be disrespected after declaring herself as one of Inari's divine? Well that wouldn't do at all! "I am not thunder, I am magic, chaos, providence and fate's will personified...." she speaks, voice raising as the glowing light continues to flare angrily, crackling the air with that soulfire so similar to the hellfire in its own right. "And you..." she pauses, her lips curling to a smirk as Catman frees the knife, "are wonderfully ignorant."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake pulls the knife out. Chaos magic? He thought she had a vibe similar to Terry. As he falls Thomas twists his body to land on Pan's back. Pan finally gets hold of Bloord and flings the little imp into a wall with killing force. Blood seeping from where the imp bit him. Thomas' knife goes in the other side, eliciting a roar. Thomas remembers, belatedly he has to throw the knife for it to work on supernatural beings properly. Ehhh stabbing is not too shabby either. he keeps stabbing. "Thunder, lightning, chaos, use watever you want, Lady Saeko!" All business, not flirting now.
Saeko	What was fate but controlled chaos? Luck but random chance brought to favour? Either way, she had magic to spare and she didn't have to hold back. Blessings and offerings gave her power, but insults to Inari? Well, her 'patron' was like many among the Amatsu-Kami: they didn't like people insulting them. That fire surges forwards now, but not as an inferno to burn Pan or Thomas for being so close, instead it sweeps out like an enflamed liquid poured, sweeping over the entity and engulfing him and only him. Odds are, it probably hurt quite a bit. Her target engulfed by the magic, Saeko lifts her hands and slaps them together as if she were clapping, the flames snuffing out with a violent crack...and seemingly taking Pan with them as the space was simply empty of proof he'd even been there save for the damage to the room and imp. And the blood on the new knife... For her part? Saeko simply gives a soft 'hmmpf!' and dusts herself off of some imaginary dust, as if the presence od the one she banishes made her feel dirty.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake places his prize knife on a towel. He gets a robe on, sensing any flirtation right now would be inappropriate. "Thank you. I was going to have no end of trouble... and my demoness is apparently deaf... or distracted. He steps over Bloord and reaches the tea service. "Here finish your snack. Uhmmm we have another bathroom if you care to freshen up. You should hurry.Satana uses all the fresh water."
Satana	Right on cue, the demoness returns, slinking in a teddy so sheer that it clearly shows that the underthings she wears are just as sheer. She might as well not have dressed, really. "OK, clean and ready to ..." Satana pauses, looking around the room. "I step out for a quick shower...?" Her face is flushed. VERY flushed. Either that shower was exceptionally hot or ... "Thomas. What happened here? Did you do anything to my guest?" Sidelong glance at Saeko. "Before I got the chance to, I mean..." She winks at Saeko ribaldly and looks around. "Whose blood did you get on my k..." Looks at Bloord. Looks at the blood on the knife. "Oh, you liked my gift so much you couldn't wait to try it out on Bloord! How was it? I'm surprised the little imp is still alive! Did I underpower it?"
Saeko	A little shake of her head, Saeko's tails are apparently here to stay at this point, no longer needing to be hidden even as the ferocious blue magic she'd channeled fades out to leave her as she was. "I will be fine," she speaks, adjusting that short yukata once more to ensure it remained sitting as it should only for her to look up as Satana returns. And look down again, then up once more. "It appears there are some who are less than pleased with you that came calling."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake rounds on Satana. "Yes your goat friend came back, amped up on something. He tore through your wards like wet tissue paper. We dealt with him... and anything I do to /our/ guest, you bet your ass she will enjoy! So stop lecturing me like I'm 12. You don't have enough maternal instinct to warm an orphaned bacteria. I'm making cheeseburgers now." He turns to Saeko and says in a reasonable tone, "Please stay awhile and have a meal with us. Your ears and tails are beautiful... leave them on. Be comfy. Maybe Terry will come over and meet you. You'd like him." "Bloord, by the way saved my life. I wouldn't stab him in a meaningful way." He picks the imp up on the way out, placing him on his shoulder.
Satana	"You're going to have to narrow that down a bit. There are a lot of people who are less than pleased with me. Though most of them have the sense to not come to my home on Earth where I am at my second most powerful." Satana looks with newfound respect at Bloord. "He ... saved your life?" Her brow furrows as she regards the imp before issuing the royal command. "Bloord. My workshop. Now. Wait for my arrival. Don't touch anything. Remember the vine." Bloord, weak from the attack, though on the mend, rolls off of Thomas and onto the floor. "Yes, Lady," he says in a weak voice and limps slowly toward the stairs. "Speed it up, imp, or I'll reconsider your elevation." Bloord pauses, frog-like eyes wide and staring at Satana. "E-e-e-levation!?" Limp or no limp, he's off like a shot, tumbling down the stairs with a groan of pain but still rushing to the workshop door, Satana laughing in his wake. "I adore my little imps sometimes," she says to Saeko. "They keep me endlessly entertained with their antics when Thomas is out of stamina. But Bloord is special. He'll be elevated into a higher order." Beat. "So you'll be staying for the cheeseburgers then? I do hope you will. I don't want you to think that combat is the only service we offer our guests."
Saeko	The complement to her tails and ears earns a smile, a little bow of Saeko's head in thanks before she gives a little soft chuckle at the eagerly fleeing imp. Clearly whatever reward was coming for him was worth his time getting used as a club. Hopefully they'd find a moment to teach the critter that a live mouse wasn't generally her preferred meal. The cheeseburgers sounded far, far better after all. "I suppose I can stay," Saeko shrugs, mostly bared shoulders rising before a smirk crosses her lips. "After all, my tea was interupted and I'd hate to put the two of you in the spot of being a poor host. That would be such an insult in the lands for the Amatsu-Kami after all." A little laugh at the thought, she lazily gestures with her open hand to her chest. "Believe me Satana, if my arrival was anything to go by along with this encounter, you are not lacking in entertainment for visitors."