14002/So where do we go from here

So where do we go from here
Date of Scene:	02 December 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Lucifer, SInister and Constantine have found three of the four rifts of the elements and encountered the Villain of the piece, but the fourth, by dint of being of the same mind as Mister Sinister in clone form, points at the water contamination of Chernobyl nuclear fall-out region. This one will be a difficult one to fix...
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
Coffee was brewed early and remotely by the power of TK. And the smell of it first thing in the morning is a very excellent thing. Baths, champagne and cognac, bubbles, coconut shrimp and reaffirmations were a meal on their own. Dawn's first light and the Penthouse of Lux, bathed in that light, in full-on luxury, is a fine life, when it is a life you can share and show with others. "I call that a rousing success," says a thick purr of a rested voice "...no nightmares to be seen and I feel as if I have actually recovered my energies."

Spreadeagling on the bed, a long puurposeful stretch above and point of toe is a good way to greet the morning. "Do we have any porridge oats?"

Lucifer has posed:
At least the bed is big enough so they both can easily give those nice big stretches, all pointed toe and giving every muscle a good flex and release. "I believe that I completely agree with you..." The Devil says and gives a smile and then shifts to sit up. It's a slow thing, and it comes with more little stretches and shifts of body as he stands.

"I believe we do. Are you in the mood for porridge? Traditional sort, I would imagine, yes?" He asks while dressing himself in a log red robe and slips into his devil slippers.

Sinister has posed:
"A little milk and a sprinkling of sugar on the top, cut oats? I think that's the traditional kind, although I can't honestly say I've really looked at all the varieties that are available these days. I think I might have a temper flare in the middle of a grocery store, if I did. I swear, I think if I went to a green grocers these days, it would be a very surreal experience for me." Sliding out of his side, he slips into his black dressing gown and raven slippers and stands before the sliding doors to the balcony outside and it's Verona-like vibes, smiling lightly to himself. He turns, drifts over, hip-check hugs and kisses Lucifer's cheek.

"Oddly, not the bang-up english breakfast or tradition of sunday morning kippers... but it always used to make me feel ready to take on a day. I had my housekeeper make it for me from time to time, in the years pre-L." He heads to the kitchen area, pours coffee for himself and the devil and then simply perches on the breakfast barstools, elbow on the table and coffee in hand. "So..."

Lucifer has posed:
"Admittedly, I have steel cut, rolled and instant oats. I believe I started keeping steel cut oats for you since you're definitely more of a traditionalist." Lucifer offers and gives a smirk. "I think I'd take you shopping just to watch you have a melt down, or at the very least to listen to you lament over everything in the middle of the store." He offers this much more, hip-checked and kissed, before they go out to the kitchen.

Coffee poured and then perching, he watches Nathaniel for a moment and then he moves to begin setting up to make porridge. "Instant oats make porridge quicker, but they have much less flavor. Rolled oats are kind of a cross between steel cut and instant. But I don't mind making you steel cut oat porridge... it will just take a little longer." This explained, he weighs, measures, and sets a pot onto the stove to begin a slow simmer. Pouring himself coffee he turns and steps to the breakfast nook - across from Sinister - and leans forward while meeting his gaze. "So?"

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, is that what it is? A society that needs to be doing everything at lightning speed and yesterday, no wonder it makes things like instant oatmeal," Sinister wrinkles his nose. Poor Nathaniel Essex, definitely a traditionalist. But he does give a chuckle to the notion of the entertainment value of watching himself and gives Lucifer a playful glare. The coffee is sipped as he watches water being set to boil.

"So. Knowing that you know me and apparently, another me was the villain of this piece... I do have a fiendish mind. We have yet to find the water rift. I have a dreadful feeling I know how I would think about this and I have a feeling I know precisely where he has set it."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer turns around to the stove, removing the lid from the pot to give the oats a stir just to make sure they aren't sticking to the bottom of the pot. The lid returned, he pauses for a moment, looking back over his shoulder and then shrugs. "Do you? I wouldn't doubt that you believe such. As much as there is that individuality, if you think like him, then I can imagine you'd figure it out eventually."

He turns back then, settling back across from Nathaniel, lifting his cup to take another sip of his coffee. "So, where shall we go looking for this one?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister watches the dilligence to the pot. He looks so serious of a sudden, chases it with a sip of the coffee, then downs the rest of his cup and refreshes it from the karafe. There is a sigh "...Chernobyl and the lakes that feed the river that flows through that region and goes on to spread into the ground water of /all/ of the Ukraine." He almost seems to want to hang his head a little. Ok. Sip. Hide in the steam of it.

Lucifer has posed:
"Have there been any reports of things being wonky in any of those areas?" Then Lucifer thinks on it a moment. "Or is it more that because that whole area is fed by radioactive waters, people wouldn't think that anything they're seeing warrants reporting..." Then he frowns, because that seems like something a devious mind of Sinister would consider. He looks the man up and down as he fills his coffee cup and then tries to hide in the steam. A closer hand reaches to touch Nathaniel's shoulder gently. "What's wrong?"

Sinister has posed:
"What's wrong? Nothing really. Well... I say that, but it's more that if I'm right, you might..." he frowns at himself. "Actually, I'm an idiot. You found out who was doing the techtonic nonsense under the pacific and here we are having breakfast. You already know what I -could- do if I felt inclined to catalyze things to my liking." He sets down the cup, looks Lucifer in the eye, smiles a kind of goofy sidesmile and looks to the pot, back to the devil. "So it shouldn't really be a surprise that I'd be the kind that would feed radioactive waters to as much of the Eurasian and Asian subcontinent a I could, to catalyze mutation. And a lt of death. But radiation is very much a mutagen and a lot more readily available than Angel DNA, for example." He coughs once, floats the cigarette case over and leaves it open between the two of them as he takes one.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer pauses a moment, at least in word, listening to Nathaniel as he stirs oats again. They're getting thicker, so it takes a bit more manpower to turn them and make sure they're not sticking. He goes and pulls a stick of Kerrigold Irish Butter from the fridge, cuts it in half and throws one half into the pot, the other half is put back into the fridge. "I worried you might be thinking something like that. Like I might... I don't know. Now be able to separate the two? But our conversation last night helped a lot ... not that I was already thinking it...but it helped connect that separation." He pauses. "If that makes sense..." Stir, stir. Pause. "So we should go to Chernobyl."

Sinister has posed:
"THat's a relief to hear. Also I was worried about it, literally until I just spoke it outloud, so you're not the only one that had a tribulation associated with that... little bastard. Oooh, he made me so mad," he squares his jaw, nostrils flared and snorts once, sliding off the stool to go and stand behind Lucifer, slipping his arms around the man and squeezing with his biceps only, chin coming to rest upon his shoulder. He stands like this as stirring is done, breathing deep of the scent that is unique to the devil, kissing the man's neck at the end of it. His angel.

"Yes though. I think we should investigate that area but that one would be quite subtle and hard to detect. From what you said, the Fex are fish-like and mostly benign, but they'll move water. It's what they do. And in water, I imagine they'd be very hard to detect. And we can't bring John along, until we know for sure we're right, where it is and have a plan /before/ he goes in. You and I won't suffer. He... could die."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods to Nathaniel, smiling as he feels the man come up behind him, chin his shoulder and breathe deep before kissing his neck. He turns his head to kiss the man's cheek and then finishes stirring for now, replacing the lid and listening more.

"Hmmn, this is true... and I don't know if John is going to love or hate us for that. Especially if he knows it's a dangerous place that he literally should not actually go to..." Tapping fingers he takes a breath and then sighs it out. "About ten more minutes on the porridge my love. You said just a little salt on the top or sugar? And should I cut up some fruit?"

Sinister has posed:
"Just the porridge and a little bit of sugar and milk when it's cooked," Another kiss and squeeze and Sin laces his hands infront of Lucifer's waist, just being back support for the moment. "There are things that can shield a human from the damage of radiation, but it would be risky for him. We just have to blip to hell and decontaminate ourselves afterwards, or we'll be a danger to other people and that wouldn't be helpful in Lux, for certain. There's a huge resevoire of water that was previously used to assist in the cooling of the nuclear power station at Chernobyl itself that might be a good place to start, but this one, I fear, may be like looking for a needle in a haystack, unless we can figure out a way of detecting the Fex specifically."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods to Nathaniel's words as he explains how he wants his porridge served and then further explains how things will work when they visit Chernobyl. "Might have to see if John can offer us any sort of tool that will help...but let him know also that he's not allowed to go with us until we absolutely need him." This said and then, via levitation and such, he opens cupboards to bring over two bowls, spoons, sugar and milk. Turning the heat off the porridge, he serves it up, making Nathaniel's the way he's asked for it. His own is topped with a drizzle of honey as well and some fresh raspberries and blackberries. A few more are put in a separate bowl and everything is floated to the breakfast nook where they will eat.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister releases the man only reluctantly, but with a smooth of palm downward until contact is relinquished and porridge is served. The milk just breaks the porridge apart a little and makes it easier to spoon. "I wonder if he has a spell that would work for him." He ponders, but whilst the porridge cools just a little, he gestures to the devil. "Do you recollect any patterns of behaviour with the Fex?" he asks. "Honestly, this one... I can guess where he'd have gone, but I have no idea where he would've put it, because frankly, he has a pick of places where he could do a -lot- of damage to all of the former USSR and most of western Europe. I will admit, that I admire this possibility... all of the mutants that I have encountered from eastern europe and the USSR have had considerably more stones than average. The nature of the land itself, breeds a tough individual. They are good genetic stock to be poked in the right direction."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer stirs his bowl for a moment, seeming to consider things and then shrugs. "I never dealt with the fex a lot... I just know what they are and the element they represent. Though I am...fairly certain I will recognize them once I see them. Or...even feel them. I can try to...seek out their mystical quality..." He offers this much more and then takes a bite of his porridge, contemplating a moment. Porridge, when made right, simply melts in the mouth - but he has to chew a bit due to the fruit he added to his own. "I think the main thing we need to decide is when we want to go and at least assess a few hot spots where they might be...and go from there?"

Sinister has posed:
"Well, that can be done later on today, I suppose." Sinister replies, tucking in to the porridge now that he's let the milk warm out and the oats cool. Habit. He no doubt did not need to do that, but did so anyway, because of muscle memory of a kind. He eats several spoonfuls, very satisfied with what it elicits in his mind and body, then stops a moment to stare at the bowl, then at Lucifer. "My love, am I doing this for the right reasons, or is it just because I want to thwart my clone that thought it would get ahead of -me- in my schemes? I can't tell."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is about to agree about how they could go late on in the day, once they were done with breakfast and such of course. Watching as Nathaniel eats a few spoonfuls, but before he can say anything, there's that last question from Nathaniel. He sets his own spoon down and reaches to touch fingers at least against Nathaniel's arm - if not taking his hand completely. "You did not know it was your clone until recently. Before that, we were already invested in finding out what was going on and fix it. The issue is that now we know there are nefarious works behind parts of what is going on. So yes, you are doing this for the right reasons. WE are doing this for the right reasons. This cannot continue or it could be devestating."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister sniffs once, moving his hand to touch the fingers on his arm with his own for a moment. Affirmation, that's what that is. "I do not think I have grown weak, unlike what I was getting from my doppleganger. I thought what I was doing was being more progressive, harder to track, harder to elicit a frustrating thwart from." He exhales, shakes his head. "Apparently this is harder on me than I thought it was going to be. I am annoyed, Lucifer. Annoyed that it was my own clone that decided to villain at me and annoyed that apparently part of my psyche transcripted can't grasp 'getting with the times'. It makes me feel a modicum of disgust at my own self which I dislike feeling. I can chalk a good deal up to rebellious clone, but then I'm faced with the fact he was a print-out of myself and that means some of me just wants to go old-school with everything and I /swear/ it's exhausting sometimes, having to out-think all the individuals that want to tell me to go spin on a very sharp object, in as many words. I'm hung up. On /myself/! How ridiculous is that?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Weak? Far from it. I think this only proves how strong you have become." Lucifer offers. "Perhaps this is a sign that it's time to collect yourself - all of yourselves - and set out a new set of clones. A sort of... refresh? Reboot?" He seems to think on it a moment. "I might be way off the mark as well, as I don't know what it would take to do such a thing. And I am here, to help you along the way you know. Let you be annoyed with yourself, but not let it become an obsessive thing. Help you... tweak and amend what needs done." He smiles. "We shoud finish breakfast and see what we're facing. And if you behave, I'll take you to the Other and let you poke him with a zapper. Over and over. If it'll make you feel better."