13425/The Devil you Know

The Devil you Know
Date of Scene:	03 June 2021
Location:	Bludhaven Skyline
Synopsis:	When the Sparrowhawk comes to rest ninety feet or so above the streets of Bludhaven, she gets some very interesting company -- Lucifer Morningstar. With juice boxes.
Cast of Characters:	Sparrowhawk, Lucifer

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Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe was sitting on some gargoyles, on a beautifully built Gothic church, using the water-spout as a place to lounge as she listens to the police blotter. It's an unusually quiet night, her hood pulled over her head, her domino active and giving her the head's up information as she looks over the whole of the downtown area -- a quarter mile away, the alley she got shot in was quiet as a tomb. A little further down the street, Lux was lit up in its fabulousity and decedence.

Lucifer has posed:
There's a moment when he's not there, and then a moment when he is there. Lucifer appears just behind Phoebe on the rooftop that the gargoyles are attached to. He's got a paper bag in hand and after a moment, he walks up to the edge and glances over. "So this is what you do when you're not off scarring druggies from their deals and getting shot in the process?" Asking this as he sets the bag on the ledge and moves to shrug out of his black suit jacket. "Would you mind some company, Miss Beacon? I even brought some treats..."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    And suddenly she's got a head's up alert.

    THe figure in the gray, with the slash of blue against the chest to the shoulders turns suddenly, reaching down for the utillity belt when Lucifer appears.

    "... well. That happened." she states, and she breathes out, looking around for anyone else that might join them, but she gives a smile.

    "Don't be surprised if you get a visit from others now that we know you stock treats for those of us in costume." she offers as a joke. She sounds slightly different; there is a voice modulator in her suit, but she makes room for Lucifer to join her, sitting a good eight stories up.

    "I suppose you were able to track me down?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gives a soft chuckle. "I think my reputation would go up a little if you and your suited friends started showing up at my club. In your suits." The man offers while taking a few things out of the bag. His magick allows him to let them hang in the air as he climbs to settle on the gargoyle next to Phoebe, resting comfortably as if he's sat on somethig hard and metal before.

"Track you down you imply I was actively looking for you. I shall neither confirm nor deny such things." He says and then holds a hand out to take one of the treats as promised, offering it over to the woman. It's a juice box. Mixed berry to be precise, with a little straw and everything. "So, what is a hero like you doing all posed up high above the city? Waiting for crime to commit itself?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Probably won't be visiting in our work clothes unless there's a problem you can't handle." Phoebe admits as she accepts the juice box, looking at it with amusement.

    "You wouldn't beleive the wait times for brooding in Gotham. I might make it a point to travel out this way just to sit and look cool." she jokes, and then looks over to Lucifer, and gives a slight smile.

    "Listening for unusual crime. In particular Chinese gang members who have a particular flavor of automatic rifle who have a tendency to turn into canola and motor oil when succumbed to their wounds."

Lucifer has posed:
After another moment and another motion of his hand, Lucifer holds a glass of whiskey neat, swirling the amber liquid around before taking a sip. "Oh I'm sure, and there's never a problem I can't handle. Even if there was, and I mean no offense by this, but you and your caped friends would be the last on my to-call list." He offers, another sip taken.

"Tell me more about these canola and motor oil turning people? Is it only happening here in Bludhaven? Has there been sightings in Gotham? Is it only happening to these particular Chinese gang members?" Asking all of this as he side eyes her and then delivers his second treat. A single serving bag of salt and vinegar potato chips from her favorite brand. "Since I attract all kinds to my club, I want to make sure I know what to look out for."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe looks suspiciously at the chips, but she accepts them -- a little hesitantly.

    "I don't like it when you're looking into my thoughts." she states with gentle accusation, "... mostly because there's things that even Tim doesn't know lurking around back there. I'm not ready for that yet."

    Phoebe does, however, lift a few crisps to her mouth, balancing the juicebox on the gargoyle's head.

    "Gotham was the first place I encountered them. Quartet shot me with a rifle round and thought me down for the count. Had to call in assistance." she shrugs.

    "Usually we round them up, make sure they can't cause more trouble and let Gotham's Finest take them. This time... they started melting. And then disapepared into puffs of smoke and left with just these greasemarks on the ground."

    She reaches up, and touches her shoulder, looking out over the city.

    "... then the other night. I had trailed a couple to the alleyway, and taken them by surprise. Dispatched one, got shot, and dispatched the other. Same thing -- no tissue sample remained, just... grease." she frowns.

    "They only started showing up recently, and they only ever appear first to me. I'm beginning to think maybe they're able to sense me, that Light... and was considering maybe leaving the Tri-City Area for a while."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks and then after a moment he nods his head. "You have my sincere apologies. I didn't go any further down a rabbit hole than to gain what I was looking for. Your favorite snacks, in this moment. If I wanted to delve deeper, that would require your consent." He offers this much and then listens further as she explains the ins and outs of this group of people that are turning into oil on the street. At the end of it all, he frowns, and takes another sip of his whiskey.

"Except if you leave the area, and it's you they're after, you'd only be taking the trouble with you. You should stay here, so others can help figure out just what it is about these people.." The Devil muses for a moment, swirling his glass some. "Is it possible to detain any of them and not let them go, or be 'handled' as it were? Instead, maybe see if you can get one of them to talk? Maybe hand them over to a group that can interrogate and...analyze." Then, another curiosity hits him. "If you're dispatching them anyway, why does it matter what they do or don't leave behind?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... sorry, it's... there's some things that I haven't talked to anyone about. Not that it's important to what's going on now." she states quietly, sheepishly looking up to Lucifer, and she breathes out.

    "We may have to do something like that if they keep following me around. If they can sense me the same way you can, then I'm not safe -- and neither is anyone else around me." she states quietly, and she takes a sip of the mixed berry juicebox.

    This is a horribly unorthodox brooding.

    "Ordinarily, we could, but the minute they're incapacitated, tied up, knocked out, shocked -- boom. Smoke and grease."

    She rubs her chin a moment. "I was hoping to maybe come up with a match for the blend of motor oil and canola oil being used somewhere in the China Basin where we first encountered them. I didn't count on them finding me in Bludhaven and it took me by surprise, I really am thankful you opened the door." she gives a wry smile.

    "Other people might have asked way more awkward questions."

Lucifer has posed:
"Had you been some random stranger knocking on my back door, it would have been handled differently. I do not keep many people close, but I do keep a few people...on my mind. If there is trouble, I'll help." A pause. "Unless I caused the trouble..." Lucifer strokes his chin a moment before sipping on his whiskey once more. "Do we know where they come from? If there's a place they originate, like a hide out of sorts?" It's likely a no, otherwise something might have been done about that as well, but he's going to ask the question anyway.

"So you have samples of the oils? Do you just need something from the China Basin?" He muses a little. "If there's anything I can help with, do let me know..." Another sip and then he takes a breath. "How goes other things? Did that witch of a woman at the auction come back to cause any trouble?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Please don't cause me trouble, I have enough of it." Phoebe gives a smile, and she leans back, bringing up one leg to counter-weight and balance as she sits.

    "I don't. That's what I'm trying to track down. I can't find a match for the particular blend. The locals have a couple of leads we can look into, though." she frowns.

    "I'd have to check with The Boss before I can. Even this right now is probably going to land me in a little hot water." she gives a grin.

    "They're not as friendly as I am."

    And then Chelsea comes up. She purses her lips, and tries not to laugh.

    "She tried to get me fired for emotional damages, but when someone pointed out that I was busy arranging a private sale her accusations of me saying such cruelties to her kinda collapsed on itself. So she huffed off with more of her dad's money and tried to throw her own party."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer chuckles softly, but also darkly, and sips at his whiskey once more. "Miss Phoebe Beason. If I wanted to cause you trouble, it would have already been caused." He offers, a sparkle to his blue eyes as he stares out across the skyline. "This right now? You mean you talking to me about it? Or looking out for them in general?" Wondering just what she means by what she's said. Then he shrugs. "If you get in trouble for a friend checking in on you, that's a shame."

When Chelsea comes up and Phoebe gives the aftermath story he smirks and shakes his head. "I should see when she might throw another party. Maybe I'll crash that as well. I do love crashing a party..." Swirling his glass again, which seems to never grow empty. "How is your juice box? Ready for another yet?" A pause. "Anything else you wish to speak on? On your mind? Troubling you?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Being careless enough that you figured out who I am." Phoebe gives a sad smile. "Maybe the vigilante business is just not the right place for someone who can't help but 'leak' Light." she states, looking out over the skyline. "It's not about being friends, it's about protecting everyone else who puts a cowl and cape on in Gotham. Once you do? You stop... being just yourself, because you are now More."

    She takes a deep breath a moment, and then she turns her gaze up to Lucifer, looking The Devil Himself over.

    "... would I be able to learn things from you? About magic, I mean. I don't think I'd be showing up for tuba lessons."

Lucifer has posed:
"You aren't careless. You can't control who can sense you and who can't. If it will make you feel better, we can make this the first and last time I find you while you're patrolling." Lucifer offers, a frown settling on his face. "I do not wish you trouble. I also am no ordinary man, as you might have come to realize...so do keep that in mind as well, my dear."

When she asks about magic, he raises a brow and then seems to consider. "I might be able to teach a few things... I am unsure I would be able to teach much. I am less magic driven and more...divine driven." A thought. "I could surely try, however. Even put you in touch with some people who might be able to help you better than I could."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Really? You're *not* an ordinary man? I never would have guessed, Mr.Pulled-my-friend's-wallet-from-nowhere and managed to find me eight stories up on a church gargoyle." Phoebe states with a wry note.

    The juice box is finished, but gets tucked away; she has a thin pack underneath her cape. The chip bag goes in there as well.

    "And... you're fine, Lucifer. I'd already informed them that you were a friend and we were making a plan for what to do if you showed up on an investigation or got involved in fighting." Phoebe points out.

    She looks back up to him, and she then looks out over the city.

    "Thank you, by the way, for being understanding. And being my friend. That's not something I get to say very often."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer side eyes Phoebe with a wry grin and waggles a finger at her. "Now now. Wry sarcasm does not become you, my dear." He says this and then shrugs. "I suppose I did a little too much too quickly. I'm normally not that..." He shrugs. "Open? I mean I can look someone in the eye and say I'm the Devil and they won't believe me. Do a couple parlour tricks and suddenly everyone's wanting deals or trying to get my club shut down."

"Okay that last bit hasn't happened quite yet in recent times, but it's happened before. I've had to quell how I handle things. I fear I've gotten a bit...too lenient..with myself again." He offers her another juice box then. They're nice and chilled too. "Also, you're welcome. On both counts. It's nice having friends in a world that would rather you friendless and alone..."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... I literally embody this sense of light that heals wounds and makes people's livers work better--" Phoebe states as she accepts the juicebox, and plucks the straw in it. "I started dating one of the richest men in Gotham because we were trying to get an easy grade in Business Japanese. I have seen some stuff, why wouldn't I believe you?" Phoebe points out, and she gives a momentary snort. "I've met so many people who think they're Jesus, or that God is telling them to not take their meds. Or that He made me an orphan twice-over for a reason. People want to feel like there's a pattern to the chaos of our world... but in the last few years, I haven't noticed any, other than people just keep getting... colder."