Thirst Trap

[shiftyeyed]

Thirst Trap Meme How To Play - Oh no, someone just posted this picture/video/etc. of your character and it's HOT HOT HOT! Damn you, mysterious leaker! Or maybe they posted it themselves because they're a shameless thot, IDK their life. At any rate: sexy/appealing pic, now shared with Bakerstreet at large. Do that in your toplevel. - This public venue means that everyone can comment, of course. And we know folks have opinions around here! So, are the crowds thirsty...or bloodthirsty?

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[jermastrat]

[[Hey, leggy ladies are peak just like short kings.]]

Don't you dare, he will start a fight, he's having a really bad time right now. Just in general, things could be less shitty, and it's not even her fault. And on top of it all, Hell is leaking his nudes, he is like two minutes and one good excuse away from a tantrum.

The constant silence is as familiar as it is antagonistic, and he's similarly tempted to start needling her back. It's not professional no... But she's a demon (he presumes), and she also started it, and also the levels of disrespect that he's able to interpret through her body language alone is absolutely infuriating. The unmitigated gall of this woman. He's already as tense as a fully pulled bowstring, that much is obvious, and this is clearly wearing on whatever happens to remain of his patience at present.

That gesture though doesn't even need an in-depth analysis EXCUSE YOU.

"What is your problem?! What?!" DEEP BREATH.

"I am too busy for your childish antics, you aren't even worth my time!"

[hellsinger]

Don't tempt her, she will decide to use him as a speedbag...

The power that leaked his boudoir photography and put it into her (and the rest of Hell's) possession means she's got it right here, where she can point out that he's sure got a lot of soft angles. And poke his bare stomach with the tip of a claw. She was born down here, what's his excuse for not having the decency to keep his tits to himself?

And then the powers that be give her a little more insight, and she chokes on a laugh without a voice, pulling up another one. There are others that are just as photogenic but substantially more likely to get him flailing at her for their return.

HE may not want to be patient for her antics, but she finally has some down time in her crusade, so she's going to take the time to annoy the first one of the All's army that's decided not to shoot first.

Permission for Gabby to throw hands?

[jermastrat]

Hell definitely thought itself a comedian that's for sure. There wasn't really any need for Gabriel to hover there and puzzle over what the enigmatic entity could possibly be trying to do, when the answer was probably just 'what does it take to get someone to start a fight here'. Hyper-intelligence really goddamn meant hyper-boredom, and if Gabriel thought it were possible he'd pick a fight with an entire location.

As it stood, it might just get what it was angling for.

The angel's posture is deceptively still the second the pictures are actually out. Comparable perhaps a deer in the headlights. Or a coiled up snake in the grass. The specifics are made abundantly clear when she reaches to poke him, and his own snaps out to try and grab it in an iron grip.

"Give me those, and get out." Oh, he wasn't yelling but the smoothness of his voice did absolutely nothing to conceal the razor edge to it. It's equal parts embarrassment and rage, he is in fact kind of blaming himself for the fact those even exist, yes.

The only thing really at risk of dying here was his pride, Gabriel far too high up on that moral high horse to consider actual lethal force here. But no one in heaven or hell was gonna judge him for beating someone up within an inch of their lives for this, he was allowed, that was fine.

Permission granted ohohoho

[hellsinger]

[[I generally do combat with straight up and down dice rolls but I can roll with narrative funsies, whatever works.]]

Later, depending on how this went, she might show him the way that she herself has been doing exactly that, ripping and tearing her way through the Hells in a manner worthy of the Slayer himself.

The music is starting to pick up around them a bit as firey yellow flares behind her eyes. The grip on her wrist, strong as it is, will dig the spines on her skin and the edges of her own accoutrements into his hand. The amusement is gone, and in the same way that his voice smooths out and drops into that threat, the demon's wings stretch upward behind her.

The images disappear in a smokey whiff, and the Unknown's free hand moves toward the sword over her shoulder. She has a choice of the Hounds, Persephone, Terminus... She could, and would, come back to give him a nonverbal ang another thing! if he did decide to wallop her one.

[jermastrat]

[[I can do dice if you would prefer that, just send me a preferred site and I'll use that]]

If it hurt him, he gave no sign; Gabriel didn't even flinch. Nor did he seem particularly put off by the flare of the demon's wings behind her, his own already beginning to shift from cold blue to blazing gold. Perhaps it was just inevitable, considering who the actors were in this scene.

Gabriel wasn't really the kind of person to think about that stuff too much though. He had some honor to salvage.

The helm blocked any indication of eye movement, but it was safe to say he was following the motion of her hand. Without warning, Gabriel yanked forward, a tactic to haul the Unknown off balance. For his part, he made no effort to go for his own weapon. Petty, prideful little bitch he might be behaving as right now, fighting for his holy nudes didn't exactly warrant a death sentence. Look at him being reasonable!

With his fist, trying to use any perceived moment of distraction to land a left hook wherever the hell he could get at first.