13606/Plans within plans with the Devil.

Plans within plans with the Devil.
Date of Scene:	09 July 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	The deal is done!
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Lucifer

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Deadpool has posed:
The night is late, and it is a nice night though somewhat average, the Lux is doing what it does every night nothing abnormal with it or the peope inside, or at least more then ordinary. Outside stands a man in full Deadpool gear, red and black, guns, though minus the large blades in the black that come up over his shoulders. The reason or this is tonight he is wearing a large brown, clean but old looking, cloak. It has a large hood on it that covers his outfit underneath leaving him with a bit of cover for his identity as right now he needed it.

Behind him were two normal looking large men, and as Deadpool walks towards the bar one of them speaks in a hiss, "Weeee can not go in there.. It is forbidden as his attention would be bad for us." the other nods as they hesitate from fear. The demon vampires look at the bar across the street, and then back at Deadpool who just answers, "Bah... Your superstitions mean nothing to me.. I need a drink.. Piss off."

Waving a gloved hand at them he walks across grining at himself as he knew that would be their response. It took a lot to get his 'babysitters' to get off his back, and he had hoped something like this would do it. The rumors at least showed someone strong lived here, and from what he had heard someone that does favors, and as he glared at the two vampire people standing on the other side of the street he pondered if he wasn't just digging the hole deeper.

So other then consider it he crossed the street going straight to the bouncer, with a hundred in the hand he walks up and offers a shake to he large individual, with a calm.. "Here to speak to the boss.. I don't have a apointment." the hundred in his hand to help greese his way in past the door without too many questions. If taken he would just calmly walk into the place though he would stick out as one of the few that are not wearing party gear, but a large brown cloak that hides his identity keeping quiet and to himself as he enters repeating to himself. "I will not damage the bar.. I will not damage the bar." almost like a montra to remind himself that if he is here for a favor his normal antics might not be appreciated.

Lucifer has posed:
The bouncer who was slipped the hundred just sort of raises a brow and then shrugs his shoulders. Before Deadpool can actually make his way through the doors though, even with the money paid, the men will not just let him past. Something is spoken in an ear device and then they'll make sure Deadpool waits. There's a protocol here. Not just anyone can waltz in demanding or even paying to speak with the 'boss', no matter how slick they think they are.

Lucifer appears just before the entry door, dressed in an armani three piece suit, complete with waistcoat and pocket watch. Black. Sleek.

Sinister.

When he gets to the door he looks Deadpool up and down a moment, silent and stoic, before he nods to the bouncer and motions for the man to follow him. They'll go past the caged dancers, past the bar, and up another small set of steps to a lounge filled with black leather chairs, buckets ready to chill a wine or bottle of spirits. It is here that Deadpool is offered a seat. Do his little minions follow him? If so, they're invited as well...but Lucifer eyes them each specifically for a moment. Almost as if warning them to behave or else.

"So. Mister Wilson. To what do I owe the honor of your presence here tonight?" Asking as he sits, crossing one leg over the other and is promptly served a whiskey by a busty wench who disappears almost as quick as she arrived.

Deadpool has posed:
When the guy dosn't take the money Deadpool just sighs a bit, but nods. There were three type of goons, well there were more then three, but lets just say three cause it is such a good number. The lazu, the loyal, and the worshipers. Thankfully the people he had been dealing with have been the third type so he has been getting some practice, though as they wait he grins at them. "Want to see a magic trick?.. huh.. huh?" though he gets no keepers as they are already calling the boss.

Deadpool looks up keeping the hood on, though under it he wears his Deadpool gear,

He looks at the person opening the door, and titles his head at him a little bit. Like he doesn't understand what he is looking at. Though he grins the whole time the mask very expressive actually, almost like it is multiple masks changed when needed. He follows Lucifer looking around at the place with an almost curious look, though he walks semi-normally following aloning in a long step walk heading to the bar.

Across the street the others try not to be noticed grabing a newspaper that was tossed down, or turning to look at something much more interesting the other way they do not follow him even across the street. When looked at they would be specificlly looking somewhere else, or moving along away for some reason this place makes them want to run away.

As Deadpool follows he gives a little whistle, "Nice place.. see why all the.." he thinks for a minute.. "Fuss." almost to himself not really expecting an answer as he needs to fall silent not to be talking over Luifer's greeting. "It seems... I may be in need of your services." he thinks and laughs, "Well maybe not your..." he waves a hand at all of what is Lucifer infront of him, "But.. Something you have in abundance, that they will need at a specific time."

He ponders a drink, and thinks about it for a moment. The grin widens a bit, the he looks from the drinks to Lucifer, "Why not.. Surprise me."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer rubs his collar, to those just looking at him it would seem he's just rubbing at an itch or something. Yet there is a method to the madness that is the man in the Armani suit as he shifts a little moments after. A smirk curling the edges of his lips upwards as he takes a sip of his whiskey. Attention on Wade Wilson as the man begins to talk and says...absolutely nothing with a lot of hot air.

Setting his glass on the table in front of him, he looks the man in front of him up and down a couple of times before shifting a bit more in his seat. "There are plenty of things I have an abundance of. Whatever you think I have, you could probably double or even triple the thought. If you dare to. So really, telling me that you need my services, something I am in abundance of, you are going to have to be far more specific than that." He then shifts so he can lean forward, elbows on knees, chin atop hands folded together.

"Do not think you can double talk me either, Mister Wilson. You want something. So just tell me what it is you want from me, and I can then determine if I can supply it to you."

Deadpool has posed:
Wad just grins, and nods then thinks about it and nods again. He tries to keep it realitivly on point so figures hell with it, and leans back against the bar turning to look at the room. "I am going to assume you know what these things are so stop me when I get to something new, and I like my own termonolgy" he chuckles, a bit looking at the cages. "I got this vampire, well it isn't more of some kind of feeling vampire." he waves his hand "I don't get it, but apperently he is some kind of sucker, or succubi, something like that as far as I can tell." he sighs at that.

Though after a moment he continues, "This person is going to be hurt, rather badly." he grins a bit looking up at Lucifer, "You have what he is going to need. I can not think of a better place for one such as that to recover." he glances around with a wave, "My request is when the condition is right, you step in, and help the poor boy out. Of course without mentioning me, or any deals we may of made."

He turns to look at him, and put a finger over his mouth for a moment, "This is all your idea not mine, I had nothing to do with it." he shrugs a bit, "Now the price for something like this, that... is what I am unsure of. As you have as you say triple what one may thing you have."

Lucifer has posed:
A drink is served to Wade, a hurricane glass with a pink concoction in it, lined with himilayan pink salt on the rim and garnished with a cherry, a pineapple and an orange. Complete with a curly straw and a little bright blue umbrella. The wench winks and then disappears again.

"There's only one person I know waltzing around with a demon like that in their head, and the last time he and I met, he had to tuck out early once we made eye contact." Lucifer offers, then takes in a breath and settles back in his chair. "Who's going to be hurt? The demon is going to hurt his host? I have a lot of questions, and the idea that a demon is causing the issues does not settle well with me. They need to stop playing their little tricks as far as I am concerned..."

Oh this is a problem. It's a problem he's been sort of weasling in and out of for a while but now it seems like he's going to have to take a big step in. "I mean there's only one thing an incubus needs... And I'm going off a grand assumption that I know precisely which 'boy' is in danger... which also means that if I'm right... I'm going to have to talk to Buffy. And if I continue to be right, I likely won't have to say your name and they'll know your involvement if you have any ties to the issue at hand." A pause. "The price will be paid by the demon in question. No one else. Considering the circumstances. You're just the messenger. So you shouldn't have to pay. Aside. The price for demons is...considerably higher. Considering they're out of my domain and playing elsewhere."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool looks over at the drink and smiles at it, he was surprised so mission accomplished as he picked it up to slowly look at it before drinking the thing not sure of even the order. I mean there had to be one, and the chances of his mind guessing it. He just chukles at the thought looking up at Lucifer as he talked remembering why he was even here lost in the conteplation of a drink for a moment, "I am surprised to be honest. Most ask me why.." he grins, takes a sip through the straw so he can keep the mask on. "Why Please WHy!" he declears and then shakes his head at his own joke. "Lets say it is then one name is as good as another. I get your dislike for those demons they are truely up to worse things then you even known."

The sipping gives him time to think just a little before the words come out so after a moment he continues, "The issue is I am not only the messenger, I am the executioner in this case." he watches the mans face to see if there is a reaction in that moment as he was curious, but continued, "I am also the one that will be at their gatherings, standing quietly behind them." and his grin doesn't widen just even out a little bit. "So again I ask do you still require no favor from me?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah. I see. So you're telling me that you're going to beat up Thomas Raith - the man - and just want a place for him to recover from said beating up. Putting him up in a room, here, at Lux. Which will potentially get *me* in trouble with Buffy and company...and also demanding a lot of answers from me, which, you're hoping I play Devil's Advocate and not give up any information." Lucifer boils down to a point and then shrugs.

"Silence comes with a price. My price is a favor. In essence, I am allowed to call on you anytime, from any wheres, to cash in said favor. Which will be explained once the favor is needed." He explains. "As for giving Thomas a room where he can physically recover. Well." There's a consideration taken, and then he takes a breath. "Soon as the demon inside Thomas knows where they are it'll be chaos. So we'll see how much the room will cost once it's all said and done." Then he raises a finger. "And if I wind up on Buffy and her gang's shit list, I will come after you. This is not a threat. It is a promise. I have worked hard for me and mine to become at least trusted by them. You fuck with that trust and I will have an issue."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool nods, and listen drinking his glass now empty with a slurp as he watches the process of cost to risk go through the mind of the devil. It wasn't a bad deal he was offering, but it was for something else whih was unknown. He had worked for worse he was sad to say, but it could be anything. He considered it a moment, "I have two conditions... No kids, and I won't kill Willow, or Buffy" he slurps with a grin, "You agree to that and I am good any deal any time." he even offered a glove hand. The look on his mask showed he wouldn't come back on those conditions.

While holding his and out he continues looking at him, "You are the good guy here, saving Thomas helping Buffy and their group get him back into the field." he shrugs a bit, "Honestly so jealous, but it isn't my role. Gave up on any idea of being a hero a long time ago," he chuckles a bit "Especially when I am so much better on my side."

Lucifer has posed:
"As if I would ask you to do any of those three things." Lucifer pauses. "I won't. Just so we're clear." A glance is given to the gloved hand and then he looks back to the masked Wade Wilson. Blue eyes flicker suddenly with hellfire flames as a hand comes and takes the gloved one offered. Somewhere within the depths of hell is a shake and shimmer, and Lucifer grins. Satisfied. "The deal is made." He offers simply.

Then, Lucifer stands, straightening his clothing a bit and picks up his whiskey. "Don't burn down my bar. Or perhaps you should go attend to your other matters. I shall see you soon, Mister Wilson. For now, I have other matters to attend." He turns then and moves to leave the VIP lounge where he had taken Deadpool. A glance to some shadowed corner and he murmurs. "Don't stay down here all night, you Minx." Then heads for the elevator to his penthouse.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool grins, and nods. "One must always cover the basics you know how people can be." with a sigh he doesn't order another dink instead getting up, and deciding if the person didn't want him to burn down his bar tonight he best vavate the area as things seemed to be in much safer states when he wasn't around. So off he heads out once again into the night to meet up with the two waiting outside. He gives them a suttle nod to follow as he heads back out to other places to do other things.

"What was that about.." one asks as they are leaving, only getting a smile back as Deadpool responded, "The blue moon was in the twenty fourth postion so the crystal must be charged." turning away to walk quietly for a while considering the plans. Not only that but he had to now take down a white court vampire which was a chore itself. All while being followed by confused vampires while he had given them the exact answer.. I mean.. it made sense to him at least.