Demoness Hunting

((Mainly for Mal and Scarlet, but if you want in just message me. So long as it does not interfere with the plot.))

The old haunt…

Scarlet looked less than impressed. The bar was dingy, full of shifty looking people, and painfully over testosteroned.

Well… here was hoping nobody recognized her before she hit her target. Simple fashion for this appointment, black leather jacket, black leather pants, dark red slouch top and an amazingly high pair of pumps.. no flashy yellow over coat or red fedora for this particular psychopath.

She made her way to the bar, ordered a whisky, and casually glanced around in search of a particular red-headed fire demon… She’d been told the woman frequented this establishment.

    • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
      Queen Malicia of St. Canard

      Scarlet's information was correct. And as the clock above the door ticked into a new hour, the saloon-style doors swung open --as if on cue -- and in walked Malicia.

      She hadn't come alone, however.

      "........ which is why you never mix monkey drool with pixie dust." The demoness spoke to a rather well-dressed older mallard as she seated herself a few seats away from Scarlet, her attention focused on her male acquaintance.

      • DarkwingPsycho
        DarkwingPsycho

        He relinquished her arm as they sat down.  "I can see there is much to keep straight in the art of potion-making.  Much like a chemistry set.  Did you know, years ago I worked with a Professor Waddlemeyer who demonstrated..."

        His voice was likely drowned out in the other conversations going on in the Haunt, and neither he nor Malicia seemed to notice the interested stare of the woman down the bar.

        • Scarlet
          Scarlet

          Hm. Not alone.

          Pity. She watched them for a good while before moving forward with her plan.

          Scarlet motioned the bartender over, and leaned over to whisper something to him. Consensual nods, and she lifted her drink before easily sliding off her stool to close the gap between her and the couple. Confident clicks from her Manolo Blahnik heels announced her approach.

          "Pardon." She said, easily, as though interrupting conversations was her job. "If I could have a moment of your time?" Clearly addressing Malicia, and not acknowledging Jacob just yet. She took a sip of her whiskey, at the same time, two similar drinks were presented to both from the bartender.

          "My name is Scarlet Featherfan." She produced a business card from her pocket, holding it out delicately between her index and middle fingers.

          "I am a talent manager, and I beg your forgiveness for my abruptness. I am a bit aggressive when I see clear and obvious talent." As she spoke, she openly looked the demoness over, her gaze not wavering in the least, even when her cold blue eyes met Malicia's glowing yellow ones.

          Much better in person... Scarlet internally purred.

          • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
            Queen Malicia of St. Canard

            Malicia plucked the card from Scarlet's hands with a smirk. "Your taste for talent is as impeccable as your fashion. Where did you get those shoes?" Admiring the footwear in question with genuine awe.

            She leaned back, her cleavage puffing slightly. "So tell me, Miss Featherfan... what manner of talent do you manage?"

            • DarkwingPsycho
              DarkwingPsycho

              Jacob was slightly suspicious at the interruption, then came around when he noticed the glass of whiskey.  Which he instantly started drinking from.  Now he had an appreciation for their visitor, and she wasn't bad on the eyes, either.

              He eyed Malicia sideways although he was talking about Scarlet.  "Ah yes - quite a sense of style this one possesses...and not a bad eye."  Now full on addressing Scarlet - "Although aside from her obvious good form, what, exactly, drew you to Miss Macawber here?"

              • Scarlet
                Scarlet

                Meddling idiot... Of course I look good. But, Scarlet had to give a gentle smile at his compliment, because it did not do well for business to offend an interest's company.

                Might as well use him. Scarlet gently slid her arm around Jacob's shoulder, leaned heavily against him, and ignored his inquiry for now. Bending her knee so that her shoe was in full view of the demoness, she spoke. "Just a little gift. The line will be released in August, and I always get complimentary pre-releases in hopes they will be included on my models."

                Which somewhat answered Malicia's question as to the 'what manner'. She gave a teasing smirk, "Just a perk of the business after all." She lowered her foot back down, and then took the time to make a display of brushing off Jacob's clothing with soft touches. 

                It gave her a second to think... truth in this matter would be best.

                "What drew me?" she asked, taking a slow sip. "Well, I cannot lie. I saw her on the news." Appreciative glance at Malicia. "She looked fantastic, powerful, and sexy. Even in carnage. Just the kind of look I am hoping to promote... and as I said before. I am quite persistent when it comes to my wants. Naturally..." because he was silly to even ask, "I only have looks to go off of. I tend to get to get on a more intimate level with my employees after I have made introductions. Seems a bit creepy to do so before hand."

                • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                  Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                  Mal's eyes were glittering. "Y...you get pre-releases? Meaning you have them nestled snugly on your feet before some psychopath can snatch them all up..."

                  Now that was an incentive.

                  So caught up in this thought, she almost missed the next part, but some reptilian part of Malicia's brain could never miss out on a good compliment or three.

                  "So you do modeling then? Interesting..." She had never considered it. Models were not really a concept where she came from, unless you counted the ones with tentacles and extra eyeballs.

                  But the perks sounded delightful. And she would be showing the world just how amazing she was!

                  Still... can't look too desperate. Mal had to have some pride, after all.

                  "Well then, Scarlet. Why don't you have a drink with us and tell me more about your work? I am fascinated." About all those extra bonuses. FREE SHOES PLZ.

                  • DarkwingPsycho
                    DarkwingPsycho

                    "Yes," Jacob said smoothly, "join us.  And tell us all about your company.  What type of modeling are we talking here?"  Did he just become her agent of sorts?

                    He reached for the business card Scarlet had handed Malicia.  "...Chicks With Chainsaws, eh?  Sounds dangerously intriguing."

                    • Scarlet
                      Scarlet

                      She glanced at Malicia and raised a brow. "Your boyfriend is awfully inquisitive." A two pronged attack, one to find out if there was a relationship, and the other to politely point out that Jacob was showing too much interest in something that did not concern him.

                      At least for Scarlet's taste.

                      But to answer the question "Oh just the usual. Glamor, advertising, we even have our own product line in the works. Catering to...the 'bad' crowd, or rebellious crowd of you will." Scarlet waved her hand a bit. It wasn't a lie, she did all of that... Just naked in most cases.

                      "A demonstration is more suitable, in order to get the feel. I have just finished construction on my studios, and I have to admit I love showing them off." A grin, and she tossed her hair back over her shoulder.

                      At this point she was guessing that curiosity would work in her favor. "The address is on my card, and I really would hate to break up your sweet rendezvous with my company more than I already have. I live above the studios, so please feel free to stop by any time. Day or night."

                      She finished the rest of her whisky, more than half the drink in one go and place the glass on the bar.

                      • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                        Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                        Malicia didn't seem too ruffled by Jacob's interference. He was asking most of the questions she had on her mind, although she was quick to take the business card for herself, admiring the finely embossed logo.

                        "Oh, I'm not seeing anyone. Jacob is a colleague of mine." That was one mystery solved for Scarlet.

                        There was something that seemed to catch her though, and she glanced up at Scarlet. "The 'bad' crowd... does my appearance cater more to that demographic?"

                        Because Hades knows I get enough attention just from hanging around this dive bar.

                        This seemed to stir another question she had rattling in her fiery-headed brain for awhile now.

                        "Tell me..." Glancing at both Jacob and Scarlet. "Do I look like... one of those 'supervillains'?"

                        • DarkwingPsycho
                          DarkwingPsycho

                          Jacob raised a brow, clearly impressed with the way Scarlet could handle her liquor.  Then he eyed Malicia with his smooth, suave smirk.  "My dear...you look like a woman not to be trifled with."  A somewhat warning glance at Scarlet.  Although he had just met her, he felt a certain level of protectiveness toward Malicia - something he hadn't felt in awhile.

                          • Scarlet
                            Scarlet

                            "Yes and no... But it is not an insult." Scarlet ignored Jacob's look and easily reached forward to catch Malicia gently under her chin. "Exotic tends to go hand in hand with rebellion is all... You could be a nun, but still attract the attention of super villains." She leaned in a bit closer, smirking.

                            "And you have no idea how much power that gives you, let alone your supernatural abilities." Her eyes were locked on Malicia's and in a coy movement, she slid them in Jacob's direction. Potential case in point.

                            Scarlet straightened up, letting her finger tips glide gently along the curve of that bill before flittered away, leaving behind only a ghost of sensation. "Stop by my studio. We can talk more then. Good night."

                            Before protest could be made, Scarlet confidently turned, and without so much as a glance back, made her way out of the bar.

                            The hook was set. All she had to do was reel in her demoness.

                            • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                              Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                              Mal's bill lifted, ever so slightly, into a smirk. This woman... she was very intelligent. She certainly had the entrepreneur spirit that a Macawber could appreciate.

                              She watched Scarlet leave, eyes locked on the other woman's shapely curves until she was out of sight. Then, slowly, she turned to Jacob.

                              "This city becomes more intriguing to me by the day." She remarked to him.

                              • DarkwingPsycho
                                DarkwingPsycho

                                "Hm?" he said, his eyes still in the direction of the raven-haired woman - also appreciating her features.  Then he turned his gaze back to Malicia.  "Oh, yes...intriguing.  If you'd like an escort to this...studio...of hers, I'd be happy to oblige.  She plays her cards close to the chest, and it might be best to have another pair of eyes on her."

                                Really he was as interested as Malicia in seeing what this woman was about.

                                • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                                  Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                                  "Somehow I don't think she would appreciate me bringing a +1 guest." She grinned. Scarlet's icy demeanor toward Jacob had been quite obvious.

                                  "Besides, you said it yourself... I am not a woman to be trifled with. I can handle this on my own. Although..."

                                  Picking up another glass to toast him. "I will surely tell you all the juicy details over our next drinking session."

                                  • DarkwingPsycho
                                    DarkwingPsycho

                                    Jacob had picked up on the cold shoulder Scarlet had passed him, but he was a firm believer he could charm his way into any woman's...heart.  Sure, he had a couple more wrinkles, but he was still in top physical condition (save a slight limp to his left leg) and his chiseled features had only become more attractive.  And he knew it.  He still had quite a few good years ahead.  Years he needed to use to his advantage  to gain as many powerful allies as possible to revenge himself on the one mallard who had destroyed his life.

                                    He mirrored her smirk and clinked her glass.  "I look forward to it..."

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