13551/What Webs We Weave

What Webs We Weave
Date of Scene:	24 June 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Lucifer finds himself in the company of Nathaniel Essex and Dracula which leads into some Sinful Delights
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister, Dracula

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Lucifer has posed:
To say the last few days have been a whirlwind for Lucifer Morningstar is likely an understatement. Who knew the Lord of Hell could be taken on so many rides in so little time, with barely any room to recover. Not all things were bad, mind, but the emotional rollercoaster ride is certainly a doozy in all types of ways.

So, for the moment, Lucifer sits at the grand piano that rests in the corner with the floor to ceiling windows. He's half dressed, in so far as he is wearing pants, but not much else at the moment. Sounds that come from fingers tickling the ivories fill the penthouse with a rather pleasant tune. Something known, a little 90s jam, and as he plays he also sings. The Devil is gifted with quite the talent of tickling ivories and belting a tune. Perhaps for nothing in particular, except the lyrics may mean a little something to those he's been keeping his time with.

Sinister has posed:
So where is Sinister? Look up, my dears, look up. He's currently lying on the ceiling, hands tucked in behind his head, legs crossed at the ankles, listening to the music as it plays. Sometimes, it's a matter of perspective on things that brings about the odd decisions he makes; he's been known to walk the ceiling in his own solitudes, pondering his next move, whilst lab assistants get on with things down below -- able to keep an eye on things, whilst being out of the way of work in progress. This is something other, however.

The diamond on his forehead seems to be 'open' as he listens, in that each point of it is radiating a tiny globe of crimson light and the occasional ripple in reality colours a pulse from its core, his eyes closed and a smile on his features that is barely hinted at, saving for the relaxed state of his countenance and the hint of pleasure at the corners of his mouth. Occasionally, one foot bobs to the music.

Dracula has posed:
It's been an interesting series of days, to be sure. For Vlad, it included an unusual meal and a trip to his Keep in Romania. There had been a certain amount of curiosity that had required sating, though he was no scientist in the means that Nathaniel was. He had been intrigued with the results, and then... he had put them to use with this, his return from his homeland.

Perhaps it is the music, or perhaps it is something else which has lured Dracula's attention to the penthouse. Either way, the fact that his attention is upon it may become apparent as a gathering of black shadows seems to manifest deeper in one of the corners of the room. And from within those shadows wings a large black raven. The raven lands upon an arm of the couch, then settles feathered wings to his back whilst fixing a black eye upon Lucifer. Stare. And listen.

Lucifer has posed:
"Say my name...sun shines through the rain...a whole life so lonely and then you come and ease the pain. Is this burning...an eternal flame?" Lucifer sings, and finishes, but his playing sort of eases into something that has no lyrics. Just a bit of riffing on the piano to keep momentum of sorts going. He looks up, seeing Sinister laying on the ceiling which causes him to chuckle. Then there's a feeling, the air shifting just a bit and his gaze shifts to side-eye where the shadows form to watch the raven as it comes and settles on the arm of the couch.

"Oh. Well hello..." He offers to the raven, with a bow of his head and then he looks back to the ceiling. "How am I to be so lucky with both my loves willing to be in the same room with me at the same time?" He asks, though it's sort of rhetorical in nature. The song finally draws to a close and he takes a breath.

"Now then. Any...requests? Hm? Either of you? Or I suppose we can all just sit here, lay here, Devil, Raven and...Not-Man?" He smirks at that last bit.

Sinister has posed:
"Toccatta and Fugue, as played by the Trans siberian orchestra," Sinister replies, "Oh, no, wait... stuck in the middle with you, Stealer's Wheel..." Grinning because this amuses him, ruby eyes crack open just a little slice, to watch from above.

The raven causes a raise of eyebrow. "Well, now, that's a pleasant side-effect..." pause "...good afternoon, your Grace. /Love/ the new outfit, it has such a sinister twist to it." Reaching up, he stretches himself with a terribly fascinating kind of arch of body, kips up with the fluidity of a martial artist and walks across and down one all, to arrive back on the right side of upright.

"I think you might probably look to the entire span of human cultural and literary history that included our ilk, to discover that those that love the devil, tend to be the kind that are willing to share that limelight. We only -think- we have any choice in the matter." He purrs, winking.

Dracula has posed:
There's a tilt of the head as the raven listens to the singing of the Devil, yet he remains quiet. He is aware of Nathaniel's presence as well, proven as one of his dark eyes turns towards the very ceiling to eye the fellow there. This form is not exactly one that Dracula is known for having, traditionally. It is... borrowed, it might be best to say. And it might also be best to say that he approves of it, else he would not likely have worn it to come here.

At the greeting offered by Lucifer, he clicks his beak and sketches a slight bow. He lingers in the form for a moment or three longer, and then there's a soft swirl of shadow that transforms him from it back to his human form. He settles to the couch, his back against the arm of it and legs stretched out across it, legs crossing at the ankle, and with a gesture of his right hand causes a snifter of brandy to appear tucked between his fingers. He lightly swirls the glass before lifting it to take a sip from the contents. "It was quite a pleasant surprise to come upon, and I have rather stumbled upon a certain fondness for it," he says, quirking a smile as he looks towards Nathaniel, his dark eyes glittering. He can't help but to chuckle at the words, and he lifts his left hand to make a slight gesture. "Sometimes we think we have a choice. Other times, I think we do know better," he comments in an amused tone.

Lucifer has posed:
That's an inside joke right? It must be an inside joke because it goes right over Lucifer's head. Though if he /really/ thought about it, he would be able to figure it out surely. A breath taken, he watches as Nathaniel shifts to stand on the ceiling and then walks across and down a wall until he's rightside up again. "Think you have any choice in the matter that is loving the Devil, or that one must share the limelight if one loves me?"

He stands from the piano then, closing the lid, and shifts to first approach Nathaniel. A hand shifts to cup a cheek and then he rises enough to be able to press his lips against Nathaniel's own. It's brief, but it is not without a hint of passionate desire for the moment that lips touch. Then he's backing off, giving the man a wink and turns to go greet Vlad properly. "Welcome back, my dear." Offered to the Vampire Lord before he leans over and offers an upside down kiss, also brief, also with that hint of passionate desire. Oh, the Devil is *happy* today, folks.

Once that kiss ends, Lucifer straightens up and glances between the two. "So, what shall we place onto our agenda today, hmm?"

Sinister has posed:
It wouldn't take a long time for him to figure it out, if he turned off his literal brain, at any rate. "My sweet, salacious Samael, just think about that a moment and I'm sure you'll come to the right conclusion," Sinister replies, with a chuckle in his tone that never gets voiced, he keeps his stance tall and proud, but intrinsically twisted as the kiss is delivered and for his part, finished with a flick of the tongue that touches the tip of Lucifer's nose, he watches with a sly expression as he goes to give Vlad his own greeting.

"Delicious, herr Dracul, I am quite delighted to hear you approve. I am rarely lucky enough to hear I am a pleasant surprise," he bobs his eyebrows the once, smiling wider and self-satisfied in a good way.

Can't seem to help it though. "Same thing we do every night, pinky, try and take over the world?" but he shrugs lightly, again going through a series of stretches that are yoga flexible, miandering to the piano to slide atop of it and laze there and clean the cream from his whiskers. "I'm open to ideas, honestly. I feel as if there ought to be something truly tickling that could occur given this particular cocktail of company."

Dracula has posed:
There's a quirk of one of Dracula's eyebrows, and then he gives a dark laugh. "Both, of course," he comments, his nearly black eyes glittering with amusement. He watches as Lucifer rises from the piano, and he lifts his glass of brandy to take a sip of it, savouring the delightful brew. A smile curls at the corners of his lips as he leans his head back in order to better accept and retur that upside down kiss, his togue flicking out to lightly brush his lips in the wake of it. "Why, thank you. I figured that I would pop in. A bit of a surprise visit," he comments, sounding perhaps a touch too amused at that.

His gaze turns to Nathaniel, and he raises an eyebrow slightly before giving a nod. "I would be hard pressed to not approve," he says. "It is not often that I gain other than sustenance from blood. It often makes for a pleasant surprise when it happens," he adds, lifting his glass to take a sip of the brandy. "You both have granted me that surprise, interestingly enough." He glances from one to the other of them for a moment, and then he chuckles softly. "I find myself to be open to suggestions. My schedule is somewhat... free."