Owner	Pose
Hellboy	Like most bars, the Wick is a mess of sloppy conversations, friendly wait-staff, and interesting stories. The atmosphere is fairly jovial, for the most part. That is, until an actual demon walks in. Silence washes over the patrons as people stare at Hellboy's entrance. Big Red looms over everyone else nearby. A few straggling conversations by those not quite with it enough to stop talking eventually cease as even they catch on.     Hellboy, meanwhile, moves like none of this is going on. He walks confidently to the bar near the bartender. The silence becomes hushed whispers from fear about there being a demon about to 'it's that guy from the TV' awe. As if to illustrate this dichotomy, when Hellboy reaches the bar, the person on his right rushes away to find somewhere else to sit, while the one on his left leans closer with eyes filled with wonder.     Ever the super-incognito spy, Hellboy does his best to keep a low profile, saying to the bartender, "Scotch."
Blake Riviere	It was the ambiance and a little bit of irony that drew Blake back to this place, she might be a true vampire, but noone would bat an eye at the choice of attire she'd come to enjoy. After all, just another young woman playing the goth vibe, right? Resting at the bar, the young woman was lazily nursing a drink when the large figure that was the lost demon turned hunter made his arrival. A blink, a sidelong raise of her brow...but she had seen stranger in this city.
Hope Svelgate	Hope has already found her way to the Wick on a lark. Word-of-mouth claims need to be checked out, and she has the time. Her heels make a pattering click when she walks, scathing the floor in a light tempo. The ready cadence suggests a purpose. That purpose happens to be the bar.     The hushed state of affairs after Hellboy enters works in her favor. She can find a spot recently vacated by someone looking elsewhere to sit. That stool she lays claim to almost immediately, dropping her light coat on it. "What good timing."     Pale hair and accent both give her away as a Swede. She takes a seat lightly, and smiles at the bartender briefly. It's a bit impersonal as far as smiles go. "Glass of malbec, Argentinian if you have it." Order in, she can survey...a lot to survey at that. She starts at the obvious, nodding to the large demon. Then down the side, taking in others drinking, talking.
Hellboy	The relatively normal reaction of the woman starts a few people going back to their original conversations, and within moments, people start doing the 'PC' thing of just trying not to stare (but staring anyway when they think Hellboy's not looking). "Hey," the 7' demon says. He reaches with his left hand into his nebulous coat and pulls out a piece of sketch paper. Keeping it close to his chest to hide the contents, he seems to check it against the pale newcomer's face. He then pockets it again. "Hmmm," he lets out, looking around.
Blake Riviere	Hope's accent brings a note of familarity, a little chuckle from her lips behind her glass before she shifts to face the pair. "A night for the exotic it seems," she comments, her own accent carrying a lilt of French about her words. "How fun!"
Hope Svelgate	Hope sets her purse under the bar on a hook, freeing up her hands. Shifting about a bit gets her comfortable, though her straight back is a touch too stiff to be truly casual. "Exotic and bars often go together," she replies to Blake. Her smile isn't too big, close-lipped in a friendly enough manner. "I was told to expect all kinds here. Good to see it lives up to its reputation."     The bartender hasn't gotten back to her with that drink yet. "Mmm?" answers the demon's hmming. "You look like a man waiting for something."
Hellboy	Hellboy looks at the woman with the French accent and consults his pocketed piece of sketch paper. He nods. "Hmm," he grunts, more curtly than before. He tucks it back away and pulls out a flask, despite having just ordered a scotch. He walks over to the woman and says, "Hey, cutie. Can I sit here?" though not really gesturing toward anywhere there is to sit. SO SUBTLE!
Blake Riviere	"That is the best part of this city," Blake shrugs, a smile lazily gracing her lips. "The suprises that can land in your lap quite readily." She tilts her head to the side as she's addressed, a little chuckle and a shrug of her shoulders to the request. "Of course," she offers with a wave of her hand, "Company is always welcome."
Hope Svelgate	"A life without surprise isn't worth living. It shouldn't all be tedious and dull." Hope chimes in, and receives her glass of wine. The strong red beckons her to breathe in the scent, and then take a sip.     Really so subtle! Hellboy leaving the stool keeps an opening at her side, one she isn't concerned too much about. She swivels a bit in Blake's direction to make the conversation flow easier. "That might be a heavy surprise to land in your lap."
Hellboy	Hellboy undoes the flask with one hand as he moves next to Blake. Instead of drinking it, however, he holds it up over her and tilts it, intent to pour it onto his...flirting partner? Whatever Blake is, she's about to get a wet hairdo.
Blake Riviere	Subtle, that Hellboy certainly wasn't. Of course she moves, a hand snapping up to plug the flask with her fingertip and thr woman rising to her feet. "Ah," she speaks softly, exhaling a breath of annoyance. It seemed the water wasn't burning her, but the inhuman strength of her grasp made it fairly clear she wasn't human. "I must admit, I did not expect a 'devil' to be throwing holy water at me..." Slightly wet hair and looking slightly miffed, the vampiress' eyes offer a little red light behind them. "What might be the occasion?"
Hope Svelgate	Hope helps herself to the napkins on the other side of the bar. Any faux pas she commits doesn't get much attention, even if the bartender mutters or another barfly frowns.     "Let me help," she says to Blake. Getting down off the stool, she heads to the more distant spot. White paper bundled in her hand is held out at arm's length. "He's not causing you any trouble, is he?"     Yes, the looming demon is right there. She glances at him with pale eyes, shaking her head in mild contempt for dumping water, holy or not, on the other woman.
Hellboy	Hellboy tilts the flask back upright and says, "Sorry." It does seem like a genuine apology, even though the demon is distracted. He looks around, furrowing his brow. "Looking for someone who looks like you." He runs his Right Hand of Doom over his hair. "Vampire." He tucks the flask away as he looks around the room with narrow eyes. He looks at the flask briefly before almost putting it away. He largely ignores the pale woman until he thinks back on it. He narrows his gaze and considers her more carefully. Letting the flask fall into his pocket, he pulls out a crucifix. Raising an eyebrow, he says, "What about you?"
Blake Riviere	Now that was obviously going to get Blake's attention, even if she didn't share all the vulnerabilities of some 'lesser cousins', the fact that someone like Hellboy was looking for one so brazenly in a location she liked to blend in wasn't great. Hope's napkin was taken, a dab at her hair before she folds her hands, exhaling a sigh and gesturing to the door. "Perhaps you would like to step outside, I may be able to assist you."
Hope Svelgate	The unimpressed look from Hope isn't shifting much with the initial apology. Her frosty look only deepens. "Small tip, dumping drinks on people starts a fight." All traces of a smile are gone. Any further display of displeasure is halted until he holds up the crucifix and she stares at the cross and then up at him.     "How funny. For your next trick, will you see if I float?"     Monty Python always lightens the mood. She stands there unaffected or unimpressed, and then steps back in the direction of her stool. Her coat and purse are there, it wouldn't do for someone to steal them. "Shout if you need help, ma'am," she adds to Blake.
Hellboy	Hellboy is a VERY good spy. Surely, nobody could EVER figure out how--no, that wouldn't hold up to anyone. He was the hammer, not the scalpel. He needed all the help he could get. "I'll listen," he says, accepting Blake's offer. He's back to largely ignoring the fair-haired Hope, as he's on a mission and as far as he knows, she's just grumpy that he was rude. To be fair, he was very rude.
Blake Riviere	A 'quiet corner' in the bar wasn't really doable when one had giant red company, but Hope's offer was met with a nod and a mouthed 'thanks' before she moved to exit the side door into the alleyway next to the bar, awaiting Hellboy to follow her and crossing her arms under her chest. "Tell me, why exactly are you looking for a vampire here?"
Hope Svelgate	A quiet corner or a quiet alleyway is equally dangerous. Hope goes to reclaim her wine and drink it at her leisure. A sea of candles and dripping wax conceal problems in kind, and she doesn't follow the pair outside.     She doesn't need to, keeping an eye out for any victims of circumstances.
Hellboy	Hellboy follows Blake and glances around in the alleyway. Big Red is on the hunt, a bit, not that that was particularly in question. "Got orders to take it out," he says to the MUCH smaller woman, comparatively. "Apparently it's killed some people." He shrugs. "Orders are orders, though, you know?"
Blake Riviere	"Ah," Blake speaks, a step back from thr figure and letting her arms fall to her side with a chuckle. "The vampire that committed those killings has been...removed. The vampire you have been sent after is more...restrained, she drinks only from the willing and she does not kill those she feeds on." Her head lifts, those deep blue eyes melting away to a near glowing red and her fangs slowly extending into her smile. Ever one for a little dramatics, the woman in black and red lifts a hand to tap a fingertip against her lips. "Only those that try and harm her, or are truely deserving, meet their end...Is that to include you tonight? Or will you reconsider what is know by those who would offer those 'orders'?" she purrs. Blake could have hidden, waited for him to move on in frustration but...perhaps she was enjoying this night's 'suprise'?
Hope Svelgate	The principal reason for staying in the bar instead of out is the wine. That good Malbec would go to waste without Hope drinking it, and she nurses the drink in content silence.     A half-hearted effort by the person sitting beside her to strike up conversation doesn't go anywhere. She puts the glass down and shakes her head, turning her attention to the liquid within.     From there, it's a small matter to cast a quick divination spell and assure no one lies dead outside the building. A sharp nail sketches the right arcane symbols on the glass, leaving no trace. From there, she can eavesdrop.
Hellboy	Hellboy sighs as the vampiress reveals herself. "Ah," he says. He sighs, as he knows this is going to be a long evening, for the paperwork if nothing else. "Sorry, lady," he says as he reaches into his oversized coat. "I wish we woulda met under different circumstances. I woulda bought you a drink." He speaks as he draws out a fairly large, wooden stake, tossing it up a couple inches and catching it again. "Plus side, Vampires are usually faster than me, and I can't fly," he telegraphs, giving her every advantage he can. However, orders are orders, and he swings with the stake in a backhand movement.
Blake Riviere	That stake was...well, there were plenty of traditional weaknesses that didn't work on Blake...but staking? That was a bad time. His swing comes at her and indeed she moves, a blurring rush before she twists beside him, seizing the arm of the big red hunter and attempting to throw him solidly over her shoulder. His momentum plus her own strength? That might add a bit of 'oompf' to the impact. "You will listen," she speaks, prepared for yet more evasion. "They wanted the 'killer' here and they are gone. Let us not cause another death at a place I quite enjoy drinking..."