13684/Dawn breaks, as do Minions

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Dawn breaks, as do Minions
Date of Scene: 31 July 2021
Location: Ausberg, Germany - Vankempf manor
Synopsis: A little never have I ever and discussions on experimentations.
Cast of Characters: Sinister, Lucifer




Sinister has posed:
The night was sweet. The night was long. The night went by without any actual sleep being had, with the fingering of Dawn's light over the horizon, the Cosmos slapped a restraining order on lewd activities right the and there, as all have limits. A gentle glow within red hair, all spilled against the pillow stirs Sinister to shifting just enough to be a better pillow.

Definitely fun in the trying! Again and again and again. But now, he reaches for his phone, bringing it to hand to check the time and observe that there's another video feed to be watched at some point. He drops it in the air to ferry to the bedside table and yawns. "I think... I am officially spent."

Lucifer has posed:
No sleep for the wicked. Isn't that the phrase? And Luci is wicked indeed, having no qualm to try as many lewd and enticing things throughout the entire night. Dawn breaks on fiery locks that spill over a Sinister chest as she curls there to use him as that better pillow. Nuzzles come and small kisses rain over skin for a moment before she stills completely.

As he reaches for his phone, she'll finally inhale a deep breath that isn't needed but the sound is fun to make. A slight stretch of arm and legs given before she hums and curls back up against his form. "I think that is entirely fair, and believe I am in need of a break as well." Though she does nose, and presses a single kiss to the hollow of Nathaniel's neck before giving a hum. "Shall I call for breakfast?"

Sinister has posed:
Stirring a deep breath in at the pepper of kisses, the spirit is willing but the flesh stirs only enough to twitch in its slumber, for there was definitely a limit reached.

Nathaniel's face turns, lisp brushing the very edge of her temple at the hairline as she dips to kiss, he smiles against the skin there. "As long as breakfast means we don't have to sit up, or move more than a little bit, I could stand some fruit at least. And tea." They'd had that last night also, with the strawberries dipped in chocolate which was a fun feeding exchange and contributed to some interesing games.

Entangled in sheets as well as each other, it's warm and comfortable at least. "I wonder if I should do some studies on probabilities of conception. I have a theory, which I've not fully finished examining, to see if my suspicion that divine DNA has infiltrated human bloodlines is accurate. I have half a dozen samples to work on, to phenotype. The comparisons need close studies though."

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh I surely do not intend to move an inch myself just yet. I have servants here now for a reason..." Luci murmurs while kisses are given, peppered a bit. The memory of chocolate covered strawberries is a definitely treasured one. "Fruit and tea. Alright." She doesn't move, but it may likely arrive shortly. In about as much time as it takes to make a pot of tea and bring it all to the room.

"Such studies sound interesting. But are they really for the sake of knowledge, or are they more out of true wonder if conception is even possible?" Luci asks, gently, hand pressed against Nathaniel's chest as she does so. "I am not going to stop you from any theories you wish to test or samples you wish to work on. You have them for reasons, and I gave them willingly." A nuzzle, gentle, because she can. "If you do, just promise you'll share the results. I am quite intrigued myself to be honest."

Sinister has posed:
"Yours, yes. THeirs, not so much. But there's holes in the law that do make my job that much easier, so that it makes it that much easier for human law enforcement and forensics. It's amazing what people will sign into law, for their own benefit. As soon as you leave it behind, your DNA becomes property of whomsoever collects it... I've had many a harvest at concerts and festivals as a result -- that's actually how I ended up meeting Loki, although I think he was looking down on my clean-up work." Sinister turns his head to face her, downturning it a little more, but unable to really see at such a protracted angle. His eyes change to the fierce gold of an eagle's therefore, to get that close up vision, alien and striking in the man's pale face.

"There are no less than three prominent mutation lines that carry significant physiological markers of celestial interbreeding, for starters. Given that all three of them bear similar traits that seem to be originate of non-human physiology, I have my suspicions. But yes... the conception studies may have some ..."

And then he stops, frowns a moment "...I'm not sure how I feel about that, now that I think on it. What if I am successful in extra-vitro conception. Should I keep the viable egg, or place it in stasis? Or terminate it?"

Lucifer has posed:
Luci shifts, finally, and even if it comes with protest, she'll untangle herself from limbs and sheets to actually sit up a bit more properly. Hell of a time to bring up a conversation such as this, but when the mind is open sometimes one cannot stop the thoughts that begin to swirl within it.

"Well, I did know that you've come upon most of your samplings without a person's direct willingness to give. However, you're right, in that possession is nine tenths of the law, and if you didn't extract it from the actual person, there's wiggle room in being allowed to say it's yours cause you have it now. All of that said, I'm beginning to wonder just what you mean in these experiments you're thinking on." She offers at first, giving a little yawn and stretch. "Are there different celestials which you've acquired DNA from, and that is what you plan on using? I thought these conception studies were only between yours and mine...if that were the case, then I would think a successful conception should be kept. Otherwise..." She trails off, seeming to think on it some.

Then there's further silence, before she shakes her head and offers a kind smile. "I think, in the end, you have to make that type of decision yourself. Unless you want a plethora of mini-ones roaming around..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's eyes drift to her as she sits up, a couple of blinks and they're back to red, as he no longer requires super close-up vision. A frown, as she appears to have misunderstood a measure and he glances into thin air, closing his eyes...

In the room, an image of Shannon appears, her wings spread and her hands reaching, a single feather appearing in his fingers (an illusion of course) -- then another of Warren Worthington, spitting anger at him, again with wings spread; both of them white as snow, Shannon and Warren -- a few consecutive images show both of these individuals able to heal with a touch, regenerate nearly mortal wounds on individuals. The looks, the physical features and the shared traits. "Neither of them are directly related. I suspect the ancestor or ancestors are much further back..." is murmured.

THen there's Jay Guthrie, with his crimson wings, singing songs that literally sway the mood of the audience that hears them with an angelic choir coming from -one- throat singing in harmony with himself. Shot and killed, getting back up with a regeneration factor /so/ similar to a celestial's own.

"I doubt all of them are your doing, but I think... if I look at the protein markers, I may find a common ancestor or a couple of them. If I do, and find that these markers are similar to yours... we will know if conception is possible. And then, conception -studies- can occur. You're not just an angel, you're one step up."

Lucifer has posed:
Luci tilts her head as those images appear one after another and Nathaniel explains the commonalities between the mutants who also are not directly related. Likely some way back when split of the family lines making them so far apart but related at the DNA sequence. That she understands. Plus there's the shared but not similar traits. Red wings versus white. Healing yourself rather than another (though it's likely they all can heal themselves in some way).

"Didn't you once mention, perhaps as a serious chide, that it's likely Warren may actually share DNA with me?" She asks, giving a bit of a chuckle, but then she sobers and nods. "So seeing if there are similar markers will determine if the...genomes are compatible? And if so, then conception is likely to be had. Otherwise, conception might be harder if not impossible?" Asking for asking's sake. She's really truing to understand.

"I mean, if I've fathered anyone messing around as Lucifer, that'd be news to me...but not surprising I guess? If it works for Zeus, Loki, and a handful of other gods, why not me?" She chuckles. "The difference here is we're doing it with intention?"

Sinister has posed:
"Yes. Calculating odds...." Sinister does a bit of mental math. "On accident, if they have markers shared with you specifically at a very distant ancestor. We're looking at... well, very minute probabilities on chance at least. Like billions to one. IF they have celestial markers at all. It could be sheer fluke. But there are legends aren't there? Nephalim."

Sinister is about to say more, when the fruit is delivered with the tea on a platter, brought in silently by the butler, set down without the looking at anything he should not be seeing. He departs with a "M'lady...Master..."

"Yes. Ah... doing it with intention, I should be able to calculate the odds of us conceiving. If it's possible. I don't know if it is yet, but now find myself keen to know."

Lucifer has posed:
"I see. Well, something to look into just for grins and giggles yes?" Luci offers with a smirk. "And yes. Nephalim are as much real as they are a myth. I've known a few in my times." She says this and then glances to Nathaniel to listen until they are interrupted by the butler. Though this just makes her smile.

"Perhaps a light lunch, but I think lamb for dinner. Rare. With mint sauce." She calls to the butler then. "Oh and dilled potatoes." Then she glances towards Nathaniel. "Do you like lamb?"

Then conversation moves back and she nods. Considering for a moment, she offers as delicately as she can, "What if it's proven that we cannot conceive? For whatever reason.."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, yes, of course. I used to love a good sunday roast leg, with rosemary also. I think it might just be written into the subclause of being from my era," Sinister chuckles, pressing his lips together as the jokes take the sting from things, but the seriousness remains.

He looks over at the door as the butler departs, then back. "Then we find away for it to work. I do not give up easily, my love," he replies, pausing a little in thought. "What are nephalim like?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Mmn..." Luci offers this sound before flicking fingers to summon an ash tray, and a silver case. The case opens to reveal cigarettes, not cloves, as they're from her stash and she takes one to place between her lips. The case continues to hover, open, in case Nathaniel chooses to partake. A snap of her fingers to light the cigarette with hellfire - which she'll also offer for Nathaniel should he take one. "I think dilled potatoes will go well with lamb. I also think I might be hooked on them for a bit.." She offers with a chuckle.

After the butler is gone, she listens to Nathaniel further and nods her head. "Oh I didn't think giving up was an option, my heart. It pleases me to know that you are willing to find a way to make it work if one way isn't doable." At that last question, she takes a drag off her cigarette while considering. "Assholes. To a point. Some of them are nice, but really it's like meeting a mortal with a complex but with actual powers cause they're part celestial." She explains.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister takes the cigarette, rearranging to prop partially on the pillows, dragging deep and as per usual, blowing out through his nose. An ashflick later and he wrinkles his nose. "So just about every empowered individual to a degree," he gets a thoughtful look then and reaches out toward her, laying his palm upon her belly and concentrating. After a moment, he shrugs and relaxes once again. "I don't know why I thought that might work or might uncover something but no harm in trying," he grins slightly. "I'm a thorough fan of dilled potatos. So simple but quite delicious for it."

"I feel a little strange for asking that, but it's a novel thing to me. My opinion of gods by and large, is mildly disgusted, though the one that helped us at the Magic Shop was alright. Hnnnmph. Well, now that I think about it..." he frowns "...I wonder if intent has anything to do with things." He looks at her thoughtfully. "Mythology tends to have demi-gods happening because the gods kind of want them to."

Lucifer has posed:
Luci takes another drag off her cigarette and then eyes it for a moment. "Hmm. I actually wonder if I should quell the habits for a bit, since we're trying..." A side thought while she feels him touch her belly and concentrate a bit. Her head tilts some and she smiles. "No harm at all...and it can take up to several days before anything really happens there. So do consider trying every so often if you're curious." A smirk then. "Mmn, sometimes it is the simple things. Amazing what a little herb can do to a meal."

"Likely does. I can't imagine things are all posh and proper upstairs. Nephalim exist because they are allowed to, because God has to let my siblings do something with their time. Grant them a day or few to come down here and have a little...fun...I suppose." She shrugs. "And yet I'm the traitor."

Sinister has posed:
"Better to ask forgiveness than permission, my love. I think they probably ask permission and you don't want to be forgiven for doing what you believed was right," Sinister looks at the cigarette, considering it carefully. "Does nothing to you anyway, as with all other toxins and pharmaceuticals. I doubt you smoking, drinking or indulging in anything will make any difference. It has to go -through- you to get to any life we might create, so if it doesn't get in?" He trails off, leans over for a kiss, then glances to the tea set and fruits. A little telekinesis and he's pouring them both a cup, floating an array of fruit in a great cloud of fruit-flies (ahahahaa) around the bed. Pluck as desired.

"If we do, do you care if it's a boy or a girl? Curiosity talking."

Lucifer has posed:
"You're likely right." Luci offers, in regards to them asking permission. Then she regards the cigarette, and his comments on those, and alcohol which causes her to chuckle. "You're likely right on that too. I just do this for the sheer of being able to...it does nothing for me, as we've proven." Tea is then served via telekenesis, though she makes a face as he brings the fruit over by way of fruit-flies. "...You're not funny." Spoken even as she smirks.

"You know. I don't really care. So long as it is a product of us...and grows to be a happy and healthy demon-child." Oh that grin won't leave her face. She plucks out a berry and pops it into her mouth to chew, following that with a swallow of tea.

Sinister has posed:
The fruit flies all vanish, illusion as they were, leaving the floating fruit defying gravity in easy reach. He takes an apple slice, crunching the crisp piece with a casualness, eyes dancing a little at the smirk. An orange wedge next, is sucked to gain the juices form it.

There's a snort though, at the 'healthy demon-child' comment. "That will happen at around puberty, I expect. I don't mind which it is, for my part. My expectations are rather nebulous on both counts genderwise..." he gets a distant look though, shaking his head a bit. "Proxies never ended up quite as I'd have hoped. Mild annoyance, disappointment or just a strange sense of pride."

Lucifer has posed:
Among the fruits is a lemon wedge, which Luci plucks out and sucks on without seeming to have a thought on it's sourness. She's an odd little duck for sure. None the less, fruit is munched and tea is sipped for a silent moment while rolling thoughts through her head.

"Oh very likely. Pointed tail comes first. Then the horns begin to grow. Eyes change colors. Skin peels off..." She explains, shifting her gaze to side-eye Nathaniel. Surely she couldn't know this is what happens, and is just trying to get a rise maybe? Possibly. There's really no telling.

Sinister has posed:
"What's underneath?" Sticking with the orange slices, the lemon sucking gets a lifted eyebrows. Well, why not? It is as it is, there are people that willingly and voluntarily eat Durian fruit after all. What's a lemon compared to that?

He rests his back against the headboard, half-lidded gaze all kinds of soft. "What are you thinking about?" asked quietly.

Lucifer has posed:
"The skin? Charred flesh. Kinda sickly looking." Oh. Now she's just describing the devil. "Kid'll have to inherit the pitchfork at some point too..." She actually manages to devour the flesh of the lemon, pulling it away from the rind and chewing thoughtfully.

"Me? Everything and nothing. If we'll have a child. The fun had while trying to make a baby. What to do with our time still here between everything else. Things to talk about. How boring I must be." She smirks, plucks an apple slice. "The usual things."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister blinks at those five words slipped in there, for the heck of it. He studies her as the lemon is finished, watches the apple join the dissonance of flavours on her palate with a quirk of lips. He shifts himself about, setting the tea in the air, so he can draw himself to sitting crosslegged under the sheets, all pale and odd looking. "If that is how the child chooses to be, so be it. I choose to be as I am. Choice is everything. And for that, I will forever thank you." He winks, takes his tea up and puts on a good zigmund freud accent. "Zo, tell me vhy you are sinking yourself to be borink, ja?"

Lucifer has posed:
Times like this, Luci can't tell if Nathaniel is just going along with the joke, doesn't get the joke, or just simply isn't amused. Either way, she'll continue to confuse her palate with another slice of apple followed by a strawberry and washes such flavors down with a sip or two of tea. "Honestly, the choices will be for the child to make. I will simply be happy with a product of us. Whatever comes of it, we will face together." She offers and then watches as he sort of shifts himself and takes up that cross legged position. When he speaks with that freudian accent, she actually lets out a laugh. "Oh my darling. I am simply not able to come up with much more topics to talk on. Or things to do. So I fear boredom will commence...but I've never truly been bored with you and I don't think you've been bored with me so...it's really just a..." She waves a hand. "Fleeting thought."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister tilts his head to the side at her confession, lofting eyebrows up. Blinking a couple of times, he taps his chin thereafter, a few steady drumbeats there. Sip goes the tea, slurped softly, then he gestures with a flourish of a finger. "Never have I ever... watched gilligan's island. I don't own a TV set, actually. I always felt it dissolved the brain and made people addicted to the gogglebox and not all the many things that one can do in a world of many wonders. I am -quite- keen on moving pictures though, it's interesting to dive into the imagination of another."

He gestures toward her with an incline of his head, a silent prompt for her to fill in something she never has evered. "Working on our own desire will be a creative endeavor, I feel."

Lucifer has posed:
Luci seems to think on things for a moment while trying to come up with her own addition. "We should watch Gilligan's Island. Well...maybe not that particular show...but some television is decent. Television series can be like mini motion pictures. The trash is in reality teevee. Which will rot your brain." She offers and then flourishes a hand. "Never have I ever...gone skinny dipping." A lie, right!? Except, as Luci, it's a truth. So it counts. That last little comment brings a smirk to her lips before she leans over to offer him a proper, but perhaps brief, kiss.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister grins. "I imagine the entire world and all that is within it, is something you haven't done, as you..." and then the kiss, sweet and graceful, with a brief touch to throat and on down to a breast. He cups his palm over it, sheltering it from the terribleness of exposure to the world and looks her square in the eye. "You will have to form a list of stories that you think I might enjoy in your company, make of it a date night event, with nibbles and nookie." He gives a little fondle.

"Shall we run pell-mell at the lake some time in our birthday suits? Or perhaps, such things are more interesting if there is a risk of being caught doing so?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Mmn, yes. That might be a truth. Yet I have memories of doing them as Lucifer, but I would much rather have my own to enjoy. Memories I mean." Luci offers with a gentle chuckle that turns into some sort of pleasured sound when kisses trail to throat. Breast. Which is cupped and fondled a moment and she bites on her lower lip a tad. "Mmn, perhaps I shall do that. Yes..." Offered softly.

"Oh being caught or not, is an either or thing. We could do it here at the lake. Someone else's pool. I care not." She grins. "Or perhaps both...just because..."