13815/The Experiment VI

The Experiment VI
Date of Scene:	14 September 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Sinister's lab has moved to Hell. Let the long term experimentation begin!
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
So a trip to Hell was made, and things were discovered. Like the survivability of one Nathaniel Essex thanks to a genetic injection of celestial force. Also a sort of debate as to whether or not the Vampire Sin will survive in the depths of such a place. A small tour, but nothing impressive. More like...this is Hell...let's go back now.

Hard to say if Sinister is wanting to go back to Hell anytime soon and begin the rest of his experiments. At least ones that might be doable within such a domain. At least this was a decent idea for long term wonders. Currently, Lucifer sits at his piano, simply letting fingers fall over keys, no real song being played, just a sort of play on whatever melody is in his head.

Sinister has posed:
Sometimes such things are just a pleasant thing to the ear and mind, a sooth to the soul. Just as it can also be the tune that sends the mind mad. Play the right cords, the right notes in the right order and discord is sown where harmony once lived. Sinister spent the day preparing in his lab, packing things up that can self-power and assist him if he takes his expriments to a different dimension; given that he has harnessed some of the power of the tesseract, his energies are not limitless but by far enough to power what meagre things he might need.

From the roof is a whoosh of wings as the circle of energy opens up and deposits a couple of trunks via cybernetic tentacle into an open space. The clack of talons, heavy and large, move over the ceiling of Lux and head for the stairs.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer doesn't even flinch when the circle of energy opens and some things are deposited. He does shift his gaze over at them, giving a little smirk, and then continues to play. Listening tot he talons as they clack over the roof and down the stairs of the fire escape where there is an entry/exit point to the Penthouse itself.

He'll wait until Nathaniel is inside, taking a sip of his whikey in the process of waiting, and then gives a nod to him. "Did you get everything you needed? Is there anything that we'll need to bring from here aside from the pet itself?" Asking because he's curious, and because he hasn't really packed anything from Lux at the moment. Course Hell is his domain, could be he has more things there than here - or something. "Also, how are you feeling about all this? Excited?"

Sinister has posed:
The giant raven steps inside, shedding layers of itself which fold inward, with a couple of downy underthings falling whilst it all compounds and contracts to the right shape. Sinister plucks a single short and midnight black feather from his cheek and holds it in fingertips as he advances, looking at the trunks with a smile and Lucifer with a broader one. "Time tends to be my greatest enemy. Not because I personally am pressed, but because others tend to be. I have all the time in the world, yet none at the same time. Too fleeting the moments can be. So yes, this fills me with all kinds of giddy enthusiasms," he flashes eyes wide, brows raised, smile wide with its full hit of dimples, a double whammy to smack his beloved with.

"I also packed a light proof, heat proof coffin, so that at least I can test whether Fido is durable. I suspect he is, given that there's no sun down there and he doesn't need to breathe or eat. I also got him a large hat. Almost a sombrero made of heat-proofed leather, so the ashes won't constantly sizzle. I'm being a good master, I think." He winks.

Lucifer has posed:
Oh if looks could kill... well he wouldn't die, but Lucifer would surely be feeling it. He already is, a sort of equated giddiness at the look of such pleasure on Sinister's face. Slowly he ends the tune he was playing in order to slide and stand from the bench and approaches Sinister, arms lifting so hands can touch against those very dimples. "Ah, if only I could see you smile like this every day... it becomes you a bit, I think." In other words, you look damn good in a smile, Sin, do it more. He also tries to take the feather from Sin's hand, turning to go add it to the rest of the feathers in his little box.

"Fido? Is that really the name we're going with?" He asks as he turns back from the box, all grins and a tilt of head. "I think he will be, but it is good to plan ahead... now then..." A look of contemplation takes over his visage as he seems to think out some things. "Go down, set up and settle in. Then... a tour perhaps?" He grins. "If you could see one place in Hell, where would you want to be taken?"

Sinister has posed:
Take? It's presented as soon as it's reached for. Here, have a perfect little diamond of black, grown just for you out of myself. I saved it specifically as it was just the right shape, or so the continuation of the smile, albeit without teeth involved and with a little wryness, replies, chasing the hands that touched the dips in his facial muscles with a kiss to the palm. He reaches hand to trail brief over Lucifer's back as the devil goes to put his token in his Lover's Charms box and looks over the boxes. One long cylinder opens and with a glance at the door to the lock up, the door opens, the locks unclack and the hissing is silenced by a gurrrk as the vampire comes floating out, to be encased in the cylinder for transport.

Could he have done that at any time? Possibly. Possibly not. Mental gifts in a feral state or a distracted mind are hard to achieve. "Probably not. Fido does seem degrading and I do wear him. Perhaps I should call him... No, no, everything sounds like a bodge. Do you have any suggestions?" And surprisingly as he watches Lucifer, his reply comes as a different sort than perhaps might be expected. "I've always had a fondness for the Ninth circle. THe worst, reserved for the most terrible of crimes. I feel that there'd be quite a few faced I'd recognize, with all their good intentions aside."

Lucifer has posed:
"I don't know. I fear giving it a name shows attachment of some degree and... well under the circumstances...there shouldn't be such if it's going to be terminated in the end." Lucifer offers, but also, there wasn't a name aside from 'the vampire' or 'Vamp Sin' that could then seem to fit the circumstances. He shrugs, and then smirks a little after delivering trinket to the Charms box.

The vampire comes then and then encased in a cylinder. A glance back to Sinister is given when the man speaks on his preferred place in Hell and Lucifer gives a chuckle. "In some ways I am not surprised that such is where you'd like to see... but also... I wasn't sure what to expect really. According to everyone it's all bad anyway..." Then he steps forward, and again. "Hmm, perhaps an entrance better suited for carrying things would do us good this time yes?" Asking and then tilting his head. "Whenever you say the word, my dearest."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister smiles a smaller smile, bows his head, regarding the floor. Didn't know what to expect. Expect the unexpected. He shakes his head a bit and gives a soft laugh. "Vasi. I'll call it Vasi. It's as good enough as anything - Va'mpire Si'nister." He looks at the cylinder fleetingly, eyes narrowed just a little bit and an inscrutable expression writ plain on his face.

He sniffs, glances at the trunks and equipment, including the cylinder containing Vasi and levitates the lot, turning about with his hands in the small of his back, inclining his head. "After you, my dear."

Lucifer has posed:
"Right then!" Lucifer proclaims and then smirks as he turns to a more empty section of the room and then contemplates a moment. Then he leans and grabs the floor, lifting it up with ease. What comes is an onslaught of sulfur and brimstone and the faint sound of all those moaned cries. "Mind your...well...mind. Steadfast and such, as we don't want you assaulted mentally like last time." He offers gently and then releases the floor which stays upright and a set of obsidian stairs lead down...

...down...down....Dooooowwwwn....until they're settled within the throne room once again. Seems to be Lucifer's go-to when he's coming to and from Hell, but that likely isn't surprising considering. He's at least grabbed a trunk to help carry things down the stairs which he sets gently on the ground once they've descended fully. After all things are down and they no longer need to go back up, something crashes and the rip in reality closes as if it were never there. He leans back a little on the throne itself and catches breath as that took a little lot out of the Devil.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's weightload is carried with ease, the joys of being able to wrap the mind around the whole of it and just let it float, like a balloon. They all float down here. "You know, you didn't have to, but I do appreciate the courtesy," he notes when arrived at the destination, a gesture made to the carry-on item whilst the rest of the luggage is a'portage.

He gestures behind himself as the stairs vanish also. "Can you literally open almost any gateway to hell? I mean, that was impressive... I suppose it would've lacked a little clout if you'd opened the cupboard and there was a stair though. The floor thing was boggling and you -know- I am going to be spending the next several days trying to work out how that even works in this demented little brain of mine."

Quietly though, he leaves the whole baggage floating and moves on closer, reaching hands to Luci's temples where he's catching a breath and leaning down to rest his forehead against Samael's, eyes closing. "Here..."

FLashes of debauchery, of greedily taking more than he ever should off of people that could spare none of it, then leaving only their lives when it was all spent. Vainglorious in the mirrors he's seen a thousand times, primping faces that are perfected to look -exactly- how he crafts them. Lust; oh that's a wash, the grip that it's had on mind, on gut, on thirst and obsession many, many times. A little 'top up' just for one.

Lucifer has posed:
"There is a huge difference between having and wanting. I know I didn't have to move the trunk. I wanted to move the trunk." Lucifer offers with a sly grin on his lips. "It takes a lot out of me, I mean, ripping holes in the fabric of reality between one dimension and the next is a pretty taxing thing. Hence why I usually just teleport. But this time we had things to move and..." He pauses. "I'm babbling. Yes. I can open a gateway to hell anywhere, anytime. I simply often choose not to because I don't need it myself to travel here and back again."

Then there's a sharing of something. Oh so many glorious somethings. Things that Lucifer can feed on and recover so much quicker with. Yes. That's good. "Mmn... thank you. I feel much better now." He offers this much, nuzzling against Sinister for a moment and then straightens himself a bit. "Now then... Onwards?" And he will shift to lead onwards if such a thing is desired.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister listens, intrigued by the concept. And of course, he could just spread wings and fly down here if he chose to. Oh so many ways, but Sin himself makes it complicated by having luggage.

"You're welcome, my sweet," he continues to consider the ability to rip holes in reality, but doing so with dramatic flare. A soft cluck of the tongue follows, "A moment," with a flex of his shoulders, the wings unfurl, much easier to flit down from the Throne on high, on its spire above it all. "Onwards. Although I'm not anathema to a lot of steps around a tall spire, it seems rather silly when there's now two with wings. More than that, I suppose, with the few that followed you all the way down, but..."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer glides down from the throne himself, and then ensures that all things are with them before he motions and begins walking. "Doesn't really matter how one comes from the throne if they're alone..." Course, he's not alone now and so maybe that's a moot point. Never the less, he leads onwards from the throne room into a hall that's likely only JUST big enough for Sinister to walk through...almost comfortably. It's almost like a hallway in the sickest looking dungeon ever with doors on both sides for different rooms. Lucifer finally stops at one and turns the handle to open the door and then leads in.

It's a blank space. All white and expansive - like seriously this room will go on for forever if one wants or needs it to. It's got a very 'clean' feel to it too, like what a room would have if it was for a lab, or any sort of medical or scientific study. "Here you are. One Hell-based laboratory."

Sinister has posed:
Lucifer has a tail. The physical human kind, though no doubt he could have one if he wanted, with a spade at the end and all that jazz, but let's not go there. He's been feeling so -good- about himself. The decor has Sinister looking all about himself with eternal fascination, the luggage following like obedient Terry Pratchett fans, though with considerably fewer legs involved. The curiosity is strong enough that he considers the doors themselves, the more ordinary, the more macabre, all reflecting the denizens within. On entering the room...

"Oh, look. It's King's cross station... are you Dumbledore? I suppose it might be the Matrix and here I am, without my blue pills..." Sinister asks mildly, as the luggage floats on past and occupies a tiny amount of space in the grand space that goes on into infinity. He looks up, over the white space, across the event horizon and back, fixing on Lucifer with a focused look. Moments afterwards, a tickle in the mind heralds the walls shifting shape, finding their bearings and becoming nice, clean white of a more solid variety. Basic equipment, as he brought his gadgets with him, it is simply benches and sinks, storage areas and cabinets, for now.

Lucifer has posed:
"I might very well be. Welcome to Hogwarts. It's Hell." Lucifer chimes with a grin and then chuckles. "I figured this would be the best space for you to work..." Offering that much more even as Sinister builds the walls to enclose the space a bit and gives himself sinks and benches...practical things. "And you're already making yourself at home..." A chuckle then. "Might be one more little surprise for you...but I'll let you set up a moment. I should go check on a couple things if you'll allow me a moment to do so."

Sinister has posed:
"Well, I could've out it all on a bench and yelled out of the door for someone to bring water regularly, but I thought this was a bit more practical," Sinister crooked smiles and looks sidelong, gesturing at the trunks which open and start to do a 'wizard's apprentice' moment of floating out and organizing themselves on the work surfaces he's laid out. Basic microscope, centrifuge, small fridge, CRISPR, computer, generator with a very peculiar battery, papers, test tubes, beakers, some basic acid and salts... the usual thing for a small mobile lab space. He looks away as it organizes itself, tilting his head a fraction with an inviting look of curiosity.

Brow. Spock!