13860/And now for something completely different...

And now for something completely different...
Date of Scene:	07 October 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	...and by different, we mean really different. That was a revelation.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
All in all, recent events could have gone SO much worse. Collateral damage alone, material and personal, could've been quite a thing.

The elevator dings.
Sinister steps out, with one of those looks on his face like he's trying to work out how he actully got away with it, which engenders and overall expression of amused incredulity. His costume melts away, replaced by white T-shirt and jeans, which frankly isn't what most people would expect to see him in and that's the whole point. "Overall..." he begins "...I feel I might just have gotten rather lucky there."

Lucifer has posed:
Once the woman had gone and it seemed all business was done, Lucifer left the camera feed, prepped a couple glasses of cognac and sat on the larger part of the L shaped couch. Though not against the length, just taking up one third of it.

When the elevator dings, his gaze goes over to Sinister and he gives a grin. "That one has quite the head on her shoulders, doesn't she?"

Sinister has posed:
"And the mouth on her," Sinister replies. "Sooooo many responses to the circle-jerk comment, I think my brain glitched..." he sniffs, stretches, then makes a kind of running leap and floats the rest of the way on his side, like he's a very slow man shaped pool ball, to where Lucifer is occupying couch space. Only when he 'touches the cushion' does he plop out of the air and rest his head in lap.

"She broke through all the locks too, didn't she? We might have to see about booby trapping one or two of those, except that then we might fry Franklin. Or Johnny." He wrinkles his nose at the last, but smiles with it. "That was the lady I was talking about, with the unusual and rather unique talent for taking power."

Lucifer has posed:
"I'm not surprised she broke through all the locks. She's the ex-girlfriend of one Remy LeBeau. Whom I swear I read the name of from your lips a few times. I think you've told me about him too. Is it a small world for you, my love?" Lucifer obviously did some googling - or something - to have found that information. Maybe. Might have pulled it out of a mind. One can never tell with him.

"I'm not booby trapping my doors. The lady will just have to lean manners. She tries that bit again with the locks and I will not hold back. I only did this time because...well..." He shrugs and leaves that thought hanging. A sip of his cognac taken, looking down at the man who rests his head in a lap, free fingers moving to stroke through hair. "Alls well in the end, though?"

Sinister has posed:
"Occasionally, it's practically the disney ride," Nathaniel replies, grinning fleetingly. "Yes, though, Remy LeBeau, gentleman thief out of New Orleans, generalized ass and personal annoyance, or he used to be. Since I have a bit of his brain in a jar, he's avoided me and I quite like that." On google, or in mind, either way the information was gleaned and hardly difficult to peek through the geneticists expansive library files. His 'warehouse' likely looks like the british library, but with fewer microphishes.

"Eeeh, you can at least think about it. It could be fun, if picking the lock fires a radioactive isotope that's generally harmless at the would be breaker and enterer, but one that can easily be traced with simple equipment. I may or may not have done that a time or two." He pauses, looking up sloe-eyed. "But yes. I believe so. She... agreed to experimentation. Mind, not without dangling temptation a few times, but I might be on to something here, with trying the nice-guy approach."

Lucifer has posed:
"It must have absolutely tortured you to place the nice guy for an extended period of time.... You must be absolutely gutted.." Lucifer teases with a gleam in his eyes, holding back a chuckle. "Though I am glad it got you what you wanted in the long run. Hopefully all of that works out for both you and her." Though he's curious. Almost too curious. "Are you somehow holding this Remy over her head?"

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, absolutely. I have a reputation to uphold after all, even though some actually grasp the subtleties," Sinister winks, then swings his legs off the couch to sit beside instead, reaching for the cognac to nurse. He sits very close though, several points of contact made along thighs to the knee and downwards to the feet. "Holding it over her? No, not exactly. She has no great love of the cajun. Bad break-up, untrustworthy, some major lothario issues. Southern belles don't take kindly to their gentlemen callers calling at other houses nearby, most times."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer thinks on things for a moment, and then whisks them to somewhere in the back of his mind where they can rest and be forgotten. "So, he gets the girl in the end, to do all sorts of poking and prodding on. I forsee you having a little too much fun with all of it. But what's the hope in the end of it all? To gain her abilities as well?" He's just curious, you see, and he's never really seen Nathaniel's work from beginning to end.

Sinister has posed:
Well, that's an interesting question to be asking and Sinister sips on his cognac as it's posed. And 'a little too much fun'? That ends up with a raised eyebrow. "Now, now, my dear, nothing like that I assure you. Although I will admit, that on occasion seduction has been a trick I've used, as it's quite lucrative, it ends up complicated quite often. Besides which, sometimes I just don't know what the hell I'm doing with it. I mean, I'm not precisely what you'd call sexy, most of the time. And I realize that I'm now waffling on that tangent and am therefore going to stop." He chuckles, leans in and kisses Lucifer's cheek with that statement.

Another sip of cognac, later "...more that I want to understand the nature of how her gift works, if it can be replicated in my Chimera project and whether it would actually be useful amplifying, or reducing its effectiveness. It's far too risky of a power to apply to myself. It technically counts as a physical ability, though rather more bio-energy based than strictly anatomical. What if I were to absorb a teleportation power that was unknown from contact?" He explodes his free hand. "Boom."

Pausing after that, he finishes the cognac and leans to set it back on the coffee table. "As far as I can tell it's non-selective. Full understanding of that talent is key to controlling it. For me and for her."

Lucifer has posed:
"Seduction and Sexyness - while they can work with one another surely - do not always go hand in hand." Lucifer offers. "I bet you I could make myself the ugliest man on earth and still get laid regularly. Cause of my charm and charisma.." He pauses. "And maybe also because I'm only sleeping with one person and I'm sure he'd love me no matter how I look..." A tap to his chin then before he chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh right. Well. Might be a good thing she didn't get a hand on me then, huh? We don't want you exploding all over the place every time we bring you back to life. You'll run out of lives, my little kitten..." Turning, he kisses a cheek and nuzzles a neck for a moment. "Though an understanding, and a control, that might be a good thing I think. Anyway...now that she's gone...what shall we do with our evening?"

Sinister has posed:
"Two. You're only sleeping with two people," Sinister corrects, then pauses, then stares. Devil doesn't lie. "Oh." Nope, devil doesn't lie, Nathaniel. "I guess biting doesn't count. Good gracious."

He had a whole thing in there where he was about to tease and do other things but now he's just looking at the fire, then looking a little dumbstruck at the Lord of Hell. SOmetimes known as Pookie.

"Wait a minute..." frowning, something doesn't add up here. "...no, no, no. You'd never be ugly." Not in his eyes anyway.

Come on brain, pull yourself together. "Well, I'd have had to give myself her talent for me to accidentally absorb teleportation from you and I don't know that that would be quite the same, as you're... not a mutant. It isn't genetically based with you, rather what-you-are based. Or is it magic? You've never said."

Lucifer has posed:
"No. Biting doesn't count. And...well.." Lucifer pauses here, just here. As Nathaniel works out some things in his mind and here comes the threshold of some truths not realized. "I haven't spent much time with him, my dear. The most I've seen him has been the same amount you've seen him in recent times. When asking him for a favour or two..."

"In your eyes I probably never could be. In what the world deems beautiful and ugly I could very well make an attempt to pass at ugly." He offers again before shaking his head. "I don't think Celestial powers are magic, but I could be wrong. As I can also perform basic spells, as we've seen. Rituals and the like." Another pause as some questions seemed to have been derailed in the moment. He drinks the rest of his glass and floats it to the table.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister at all this, just blinks a few times, very slow. He reaches out his hands, one to take one of Lucifer's and one to cup the devil's cheek, caressing along the cheekbone whilst getting lost in darkest dark blue eyes. Where skin touches on stubble, it scritches softly, the travel of fingers coming with the brush of palm, to the edge of the archangel's hairline - just a fingertip teases the faintest contact with an earlobe. As he looks, fleetingly, he is she, smiling at her partner, then she is he again. The devil's giving monogamy a try, just for the heck of it. You never know, it might stick - time will tell in all things.

"Well, maybe I should put on my rings and see if it's magic or something else that powers that, one time. Magic tingles." Basic spells? If Lucifer actually wanted to and had any desire to do so, he could master the necronomicon and the Ars Magika in a few nights and compete quite easily with the Sorceror Supreme. If he has ANY inclination at all to do so - like the genius kid in school who could get A++ on everything but is far too busy trying to figure out if he can persuade the lunchlady to give him double deserts just by smiling at her. "I'm so sorry. You asked me a question and then threw me a loop. I'm back now. What would you like to do?"

Lucifer has posed:
Gaze catches gaze, and Lucifer watches, as he feels that cupping of his cheek, the caress to his jawbone. Those scritches against his stubble gain a soft smirk, but it's what he gleans after that causes his eyes to fill with concern. He, she, and he again, but this isn't monogamy - dear heart. This is simply...he hasn't been able to find time to spend with his other. So he doesn't spend any. Perhaps guilt fills in the concern cause soon Lucifer is breaking eye contact, and pulling away from Nathaniel, going so far as to stand from the couch and pace away.

He uses the next bit as a distraction of sorts. "Might be worth trying... though what if it's not magic? Or what if it is? How does one really explain the power of a Celestial?" He offers. "We can do things no one can, not even the strongest sorcerer..." Well, maybe he also shouldn't say that, cause there are beings in the Universe, powerful ones... that just might could. Then they're back around - sort of - and Lucifer gives a shake of his head. "I don't know...I am not really of the mind or mood to do much of anything right now."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's hand drops away as Lucifer stands up and moves off. Not stupid, not by any stretch, he simply observes and replays what was said not to long ago. Comparing action to reaction like a good scientist, working it all out in his head. Eyes close briefly, whilst Lucifer's back is turned with a grimace that bespeaks 'idiot'. It's gone though, by the time he's regarded once again, watching the distance. So that's how the devil does it. He puts a hand to his mouth, biting at the edge of his thumb and looking from Lucifer, /away/. Mostly at the fire, as it's got a mesmeric quality to it.

"If it's magic, I have no cause to fear accidentally acquiring that ability, in theory, if I was an idiot enough to imbue myself with bio-force leeching. You can't absorb magical ability. You can't imbue it either, it's either there or it's not, as far as I can tell. No gene for it, just something in the make-up of the person as a whole." He replies. "And if it's not, that's a puzzle that is intriguing enough on its own. I strive to understand, as you well know."

Lucifer has posed:
Everything builds to a crescendo and then there's no more talk or push about doing anything. There's just, idling in the midst of conversations that have no pathing. Like trying to break thru walls that refuse to give.

"Let's go to the cottage." He finally, and perhaps suddenly, offers. "We can work on the garden and start to put up the decorations for the season...it will take all month to get the cottage worthy of the frights and treats we wish to give out."

Sinister has posed:
And pretend that this didn't just happen? Maybe there are tells! Sinister considers it though, looking from flame to the master of it and swings himself off of the couch with a lift of legs and roll forward. "Alright. You want to handle the actual planning of the walk-through of a haunted house and leave the animatronics and powered scares to me? Also, probably deserves a list of treats and tricks, just in case we get to do both." He's very blase now, isn't he? Blip on the road, rolling on over it without a puncture.

"Oh, just a moment..." with a look of concentration, he looks down at his legs and applies a little creative license with jeans, making them distressed and laced up the sides, spray painted with silver glitter along where the hem lies. A bit of creative tugging of the T-shirt turns it into a tank top with fishnet sleeves. Application of skull choker, peer at feet and three inch heels, which makes him briefly tower to even more insane heights, before he shrinks down, chest filling out in all the right ways, waist trimming in and features softening and filling out in places. Nathanielle checks her hair in an imaginary mirror, pulls a few strands around her face and twirls them into curls and sashays herself over. "Belt?" a black leather number with chains and a silver ribbon "...or no belt?" plain old hip hugger skinnies.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer sighs when he hears the tone of indifference in Nathaniel's words. Like the man is only doing it because it's something to do and not because there's a strong desire in kind to do it. Then, in a twist of things, Nathaniel is now Nathanielle and Lucifer glances over while she strides close. "Either one you want, I suppose." He offers.

"Could also just do...nothing at all...if you'd rather." He says gently, walking over to the piano to sit at and pokes at the keys. "Hell I'd rather do nothing at all and let you have time to stop being pissy at me, then go do something you'd only put half a heart into." Probably projecting just a little, since he's a bit upset with himself in this whole self-made loop of being upset for upsetting someone.

Sinister has posed:
"Well, you're no help," Miss Sin peers at herself critically, looks at the top, at her pants by bending over a bit and concludes. "Doesn't look right without the belt. Looks like the outfit isn't quite complete. I swear, the amount of magazines I've had to look through..." straightening as she puts the belt where it belongs with a thought, she lifts her chin with a suck in of the cheeks and a pooch of lips. "Would you rather I'd have had more emotion in my tone? I thought adding fuel to a fire was a silly idea, if it was in danger of exploding or going sideways. I assumed and I apologise for that, but you gave an implication that was not completely true. I'm not pissy at you. I'm just readjusting from a weirdly abnormal spike of feelings. You know what that's like, I know you do." She saunters to the piano, leaning on it with one elbow. "And since when was constructing a to-do list half-hearted? I think that's a man with a plan, or rather at the current time, a woman with a plan, delegation of responsibilities, making sure we work together as a team to get it done, because it's going to be /Eh-PIC!/" that last exaggerated with jazz hands at her jawline, fingers a'wiggling. "Sometimes you take yourself too seriously, Lucifer my love. Then again, so do I, particularly when I'm being all dour and tall and victorian gentleman. The ladies had all the fun back then, at being saucy and underhanded, as well you know."

Lucifer has posed:
"How else was I supposed to word that and not make it seem like I was complaining?" Lucifer asks, side eying the woman at the piano then. "It does look better with the belt." Admitting that much when she makes a decision and then he sighs, closing the piano to hide away the keys.

"You and I have been spending a lot of time together. Time that I have cherished immensely. But that also means I've not been spending much time with Vlad and I'm still in this mental cage of not wanting to...hurt your feelings....in some way." He pauses then. "And yes, the house will certainly be epic because you have a way with animatronics, and I can surely make a mean maze for them to get lost in. We'll have smaller tricks and treats for the kids who shouldn't go through the haunted house, parents who need to stay with one child while the older one maybe takes a trip..." He smiles then.

"Also, I recognize that while you've admitted to being the jealous type, you don't hold that feeling towards Vlad but there's always a nagging in the back of my head that if I say something like ... I'm going to go spend time with Vlad tonight, or...something...it..." He falters. This is all so NEW and he HATES it. "...Time with you has been amazing...but I have been neglecting Vlad in so many ways. I misspoke. I am currently only sleeping with one person...and I miss the other one...very much."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister shakes her head a few times, her expression a little difficult to read, but mostly just calm. There's no eye-rolling though. "Lucifer," she begins then just 'uffs' a bit of air and backhand waves. "For crying out loud, just go have fun in transylvania. It's not that hard, I don't /own/ you... neither your time nor your attention. Go! If you are missing him, just do it. Just let me know if you're going to be gone for a week or two and/or more, so I can get on with things elsewhere."

But now, she does look a little deflated and because of it, waves a finger. "I'm going to go use the washroom. I'm not all that inclined to go to the cottage right now, to be fair, but now it's for a different reason. Mostly because I feel guilty."

Lucifer has posed:
When everything he was trying to avoid seems to come all at once, Lucifer just takes it this time. Though now he feels more like he's being dismissed and less...anything else. He doesn't say anything for the moment, just lets her tell him to go and spend time in Transylvania - and lets be honest he'd never be gone longer than a day or two. When she mentions going to the washroom, and not to the cottage because of guilty feelings, he just lets her go. Wordlessly. He's already said enough hasn't he?

So he'll watch her go and then he'll sit for a lingering moment longer before standing. Once he's standing, it's one then two and then he's gone. But it's not Transylvania he goes to. Probing thoughts will realize he's gone to the cottage on his own. Spending most the night beginning it's transformation on the inside.