Log:Cougar Season
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| Cougar Hunting | |
|---|---|
| Emitter | Deirdre |
| Players | Eden, King Minos |
| NPCs | The Cougar, Todd Danner |
| Place | The Gates Motel, Port Liberty Airport |
| Time (IC) | June 19th, 2012 |
| Time (OOC) | June 19th, 2007 |
It has been a few hours since Demeter and Maximillian first arrived at the Gates Motel. It is the dive of dives, and looks as though it has not seen maintenance since the Ford administration. The parking lot is cracked and broken, with weeds growing in the breaks in the asphalt. So far, nobody interesting has left the building.
"Mmnm. Pass the donuts," Maximillian mutters as he peers through the dirty windows of the old Cadillac, seeing no action or movement; stretching out a bit in the driver's seat, he scratches at his side briefly, grimacing as he twists to try and work out a kink in his back, "You're sure they said they saw the bitch here?"
Demeter is bored. Not only is Demeter bored, but she's run out of fast food to keep her occupied. It is as she picks up the last of the donuts and is just about to take a bite, that Max voices his request. "Donuts?" Blinking once, she promptly takes a bite before offering the rest over. "Yes, I am sure, Max." Course, she's small enough that she can stretch out comfortably in her own seat, so she doesn't have to worry about the kinks and muscle cramps. "I can ask, again, if you want... Or..." Scrambling over him, she leans against the door's open window, her jean clad hip bumping the steering wheel as she locates a patch of weeds on the ground. "Psssst..." Yes, she's talking to the dandelions.
<< We have told you all we have seen, lady of the forests. The woman you have described sounds like she whom we have seen. She has not left the building today. >>
As if on cue, a woman in a low-cut black blouse and finely tailoured slacks walks out the front door. She is rather conspicuous in this dive. A dark-haired youth exits from behind her, and looks to her for instructions. "Bring the car around," she says.
"Oh ho," Maximillian murmurs under his breath, leaning forward to rest an arm on the wheel as the woman in the dark blouse emerges from the building; his gaze hooding a bit, a smile creeping up at one corner of his lips, "Here we go..."
Demeter just /barely/ manages to scramble back to her seat before getting trapped against the wheel by Max. "What do we do?" Twisting in her seat, she fights the urge to watch through her own eyes, opting instead to do so via the weeds clogging the parking lot. It's an odd sight, seeing her staring into the plants outside her window. She is, however, paying attention, however. "Should we call the cops?"
"All right," the youth replies. He heads off to the side of the building, where there seems to be a smaller and more private parking area hidden behind a horrible forest of untended shrubs and bushes.
Mary Bancroft (for that is the woman's name) examines a very expensive-looking watch and then glances out over the parking lot. Her eyes settle on the cadillac, which she does not recognize, and her posture stiffens.
"Uh oh," Max murmurs under his breath, "She's seen us." The box of donuts is set down, and he reaches carelessly over to slide his fingers up over Demeter's shoulder, tangling them in her scarlet hair and pulling her his way. "Struggle a little," he recommends, sotto voce, before kissing her hard and trying to pull her over into his lap in full view through the windshield.
Struggle? Well, this is a new game. Demeter does, however, struggle, her hands moving to brace on Max's shoulders, and her head jerking back in an attempt to evade the kiss. Fortunately, since she /likes/ kissing him, she fails to evade it. She does, however, haul off and aim an open-palmed slap against his cheek. Course, she's now neatly trapped between Max and the steering wheel, ah well.
Mary looks satisfied by this. Young kids making out in the parking lot of a seedy motel. She's seen far stranger things. Glancing at her watch again, she uses her free hand to tug on a light coat she's carried out with her.
"Just wait for the car," Maximillian murmurs under his breath, keeping an eye past Demeter upon the woman as he makes out with her. He's only partly faking, of course, because, well, just look at her. Hey, he can't help himself completely! Still, he keeps his eye on the prize. So to speak.
"What am I supposed to do with the car," Demeter murmurs against Max's lips. Course, she is keeping an out over his shoulder, her hands going from struggling to tangling in his hair as she watches for Todd to put in his appearance.
Todd drives out from the side of the motel in - surprise surprise - a black convertible. He pulls up to the front of the building and pushes open the passenger side door for Mary. "Come on, baby, let's get gone. Just think! We'll be in Paris this time tomorrow."
Mary gives him a wan smile. "Yes... yes we will."
"Poor kid," Maximillian grunts under his breath, cheek sliding along Demeter's as he abandons most of the artifice to watch them steadily, shifting a bit to help Demeter back into her seat, "C'mon. We're going to be tailing them..."
"Tailing them?" Slipping back into her seat, Demeter reaches for the seat belt, clicking it into place as she glances from the car, to Max, and back. "Have you ever tailed anyone before, Max?" She hasn't. But, then that's not particularly surprising considering she grew up in the jungles of Africa.
Tailing them is easy enough. If Max is familiar with this area (which he very well might be; Demeter probably isn't, what with being an amazon woman from the forbidden jungles and whatnot), he might notice that they're driving toward the airport.
"Mm-hm," Maximillian replies agreeably, "I have before..." The engine's turned over, then, and he pulls out into the street, rolling along to tail them. He apparently has experience with this! After a few minutes, he scowls, "They're heading for the airport. Demi-- call the cops, tell them that Mary Bancroft and her co-conspirator're heading towards the airport in a black convertable--" Here he recites the license plate-- "Notify them that she may be a metahuman." Hey, they may not believe him, but it's worth a shot.
Fortunately, Demeter knows how to use a cellphone! And she immediately flips it open and dials 911. The moment the dispatcher picks up, she braces the phone against her ear and states. "Mary Bancroft, the wife of Benjamin Bancroft, the murdered lawyer, is currently heading toward the airport in a stolen black convertable. She is accompanied by Todd Danner, the missing pizza guy who stole his boss' car. She's potentially a metahuman and may have the youth under her power." Pausing a beat, she takes a breath before adding. "The license plate number is TN4-795."
The car stops in the airport parking lot, with Demeter and Max close behind. Mary and Todd get out of the car, and then Mary reaches into her coat pocket. Producing a handgun, she points it directly at Todd's head. "Don't move, Todd."
"Yes, mistress."
Mary looks at the couple who've been trailing her. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but one false move and I blow his brains out."
The cadillac's pulled up short, and as the gun's pointed at the man's head, Maximillian scowls through the windshield... pushing open the driver's side door and slowly stepping out, the edges of his coat tumbling down to brush against his calves. "It's not enough you've already ruined one poor kid's life and killed your husband, Bancroft?" A derisive note to his voice, though he makes no sudden moves, "You really think you were going to get away with it?"
Blinking once, Demeter, lowers the cellphone, green eyes flicking to Max as he slips out of the car. Flipping the phone closed, she opens her own door, making a point to keep her hands visible as she slips from the vehicle in tandem with Maximillian. Of course, she does run a spot check for any nearby foliage.
<Init> Demeter rolls initiative with a modifier of 10 and gets: 20
<Init> Deirdremitter rolls initiative for The Cougar with a modifier of 0 and gets: 16
<Init> Maximillian rolls initiative with a modifier of 3 and gets: 17
GAME (Will Save): Maximillian rolls 1d20 + 8: 8 for a total of 16.
GAME: Maximillian spends a hero point.
GAME (Will Save): Maximillian rolls 1d20 + 8: 18 for a total of 26.
"Why yes, actually." Mrs. Bancroft laughs brightly. "I was." There's a sudden sort of ripple in the air, and her eyes glow bright red for a moment. Maximillian can smell a strange, sweet scent. It's sort of like he's been attacked with Chanel no. 5. "Kill her," she says, pointing with her free hand at Demeter.
She looks rather put out when nothing happens.
Initiative Listing:
Demeter ............ 20 (10)
Maximillian ........ 17 (3)
The Cougar ......... 16 (0)
There are many rules one should live by. Chief amongst these rules would be: Never, -ever- try to steal a dryad's man. The second Mrs. Bancroft attempts to use her powers on Maximillian, Demeter hisses, green eyes flashing as she raises her arms in an upward sweep. As her arms raise, a tree erupts from the ground at her feet, the branches wrapping around Todd and sweeping him up into the protective arms of a massive oak.
GAME: Maximillian rolls 1d20 + 8: 2 for a total of 10.
At the command, Max's brows twitch together. "Hows about 'no', bitch," he replies flatly, stepping in and swinging a strong right hook that cracks into her jaw and sends her sprawling, eyes narrowing as he glares down at her, "Your little trick doesn't seem to work on guys who've passed puberty. Sit down and shut up until the cops get here."
Hissing and groaning like a cat in a bathtub, Bancroft grabs her face as her gun clatters to the pavement. "You son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" She's going to have quite the shiner. Conveniently, police sirens become audible a few moments later.
Todd, meanwhile, looks very confused from his vantage point in the tree.
"We should go," Demeter murmurs to Max. Of course, she steps over and kicks the gun out of Mary's reach, her eyes narrowing as the woman threatens Maximillian, again. "It's not nice to fuck with Mother Nature, Mary. It pisses her off." That said, vines erupt on the base of the tree, coiling around the woman and tugging her in securely against the trunk. Course, Demeter has enough threats, as well. That being the case, she makes a point to wrap a vine around the woman's mouth, as well. "Hush."
<Init> Deirdremitter clears the initiative list.
"Yeah, we'll let the cops figure this out," Maximillian scowls at the vine-tangled woman; stepping back to the car, he leans in to grab for a notepad from the dashboard, rummaging around a bit. He scribbles down a note 'Mind controller, do not let her talk' on it, tearing the note from the spiral before slapping it on a pointy bit for the vines. Then he moves back to duck into the car, "Let's skedaddle."
Demeter doesn't need to be told twice. Without a second thought, she spins on her heel and dashes back to the car. Course, the tree and the vines remain. She wouldn't dream of removing them, even she could... That would be like... Murder, for her. "What did you write down?" She asks as she fastens her seatbelt and gets ready to get gone.
