14070/A little slice of ordinary

A little slice of ordinary
Date of Scene:	10 January 2022
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Ok. Not so ordinary. Lucifer summons a demon to do some dirty work, and then the couple shares coffee.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
So there was drinking...and a drunken Sinister. What happened after that for the rest of the night is for the walls and shadows to know. And they will never talk. Well, not to most people anyway. Lucifer has risen upon the break of daylight, started coffee - a new blend made from a mix of colombian's finest and an italian blend he's fond of. As that is brewing, he cleans up a bit from last night and looks around the penthouse once more. His safe space. Their safe space. Tainted by the work of the clones they need to destroy. For a moment he glares at nothing, and then decidedly....gets an idea. Though there's a glance back towards the bedroom, a moment taken to listen for footsteps and then he stretches out a hand. The room gets remarkably warmer, and he begins to utter in that ancient celestial tongue. A portal opens, rimmed in hellfire and reaking of sulfur, as a creature rises from the depths and sways a little. It speaks, with a wicked grin. "Yes master?"

"I have a job for you..."

Sinister has posed:
Ahhh, to being completely and utterly oblivious to such things! Waking up from previos night's drunkedness left the Doctor a bit blunter around the mental chops than usual, which isn't all that much of a surprise when one thinks about what an excess of alcohol /tends/ to do to people. No sound of footsteps, but there IS a tremendous sound of downpouring rain shower set on maximum. You know, monsoon level rain. Lucifer definitely has a few minutes for this, before the abluted Essex emerges and aims for the coffee...

Lucifer has posed:
"What would you ask of me, master?" The demon asks, it's voice a rasp and slightly echo-y.

"I need you to locate Essex Corp in Hong Kong. Assume their ilk, and see if you can get in. Then, I need you to learn as much as you can about what they are planning and how." He offers. A wave of hand and he produces a picture of Nathaniel, offering that over. "Do what you can, and report back to me."

"It will be done." Comes the reply and in an instant the demon forms itself into Nathaniel, looking itself over. Though, it says nothing more.

"Ah..you need a voice sample..well.." He glances behind himself. "Love, do you need anything?!" Calling out to the showering man.

Sinister has posed:
"Not that I can think of, other than Alkaseltza and a very long drink of water..." Sinister's voice, muffled a bit by the shower, is nevertheless very distinct in its intonations and decibel level. The pattern is easy for an alien ear to discern and it's probably a good thing that Demons obey the lord of Hell. Most of the time.

The water switches off and there's a pause, the sound of cabinets opening and products being applied. Maybe a minute or two more, before he pads out in his dressing gown.

Lucifer has posed:
The demon listens intently, then seems to take a moment to process. "A very long drink of water." Spoken like an echo of Nathaniel's own voice, and the demon grins once more. "As you command." Then it's gone, and the living room appears whole again. The only thing is that hellfire still burns in his eyes and will likely be there for a time longer.

The demon is likely gone just in time for Nathaniel to come out into the living room and Lucifer spins around, giving a smile. "Rough morning? Let me get that alkaseltzer for you..."

Sinister has posed:
Indeed, the Doctor emerges with more of a shuffle to his step than is usual, hair wet, applications of product applied, so he at least smells and looks good, as far as a man with no skin pigment ever looks terrifically ordinary in that department and he's rubbing his face. He's also wearing his ordinary smoking jacket in black silk with the matching pants, raven slippers only squaking a little because of his gait.

"I'll be fine in a minute or two, I swear..." hand dropping, the smile hits first, but then the hellfire in the gaze making those dark blue irises golden, red and orange of fire... THAT arrests his shuffle. "Well, hello you. You must be in a particular frame of mind, Samael..." is observed, he holds up a hand. "Lets just check and then have at it: They're in that cupboard, right?" Correct, they are.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well good. Last night is still rubbing off of you then, only more in the way of alcohol than scrambled brains." Lucifer offers with a smirk and then he tilts his head. "Frame of mind?" He blinks, then blinks again to try and put the hellfire in his eyes out. Though..." He clears his throat. "I might have done a thing. It may yield results. It may not. Suppose it all depends on what happens when it begins. Though depending on how linked your mind is with these...rogue Sinisters...that might make for an interesting head space."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister watches the blinking, ending up with a smirk and a voiceless snicker at the attempt. "You know, it actually suits you, so don't give yourself a conniption trying to make it fade away on -my- account," he notes, shuffling to the cabinet and taking it upon himself to sort himself out with the alkaseltzer and filtered water from the refridgerator. The nasty tonic does its plinkplink fizz aaaaaaah, then he pours a second glass of water, drinks that down, too and makes himself a coffee, creamed with bailey's. It really DOES help.

"Are you going to elaborate on the thing that you have done? Or am I better of not knowing for now?"

Lucifer has posed:
"I suppose that depends on how curious you really are, and how much trouble I'll get into for what I've done..." Lucifer offers, shifting to move to stand next to Nathaniel, hip leaning on the counter. "Do they suit me? Perhaps I'll wear them more often then..." A smirk, and then he reaches to rub a hand against Nathaniel's back before leaning to kiss against his shoulder. "Mmn...I love you."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister takes the opportunity to catch the back of Lucifer's head when he dips in, so that he can hold them in that position, his own face coming down to the archangel's crown to kiss there, warm breath against scalp. His thumb gives a few little rubs and ruffles before release. "Love you, too m'lord Morningstar..." pause, beat "...of course they suit you. That little hint of danger flashed for all to see, a promise to those that know the path of cause and effect, action and consequence..." he cackles, then sighs out a breath, taking his coffee to task for a long gulp.

"At its fundamental level, I trust you, Lucifer. If you have done something it isn't to my detriment, at least not by intent. We'll see what happens with whatever you did, I'm sure."

Speaking of headspace though, he inhales deep and exhales, concentrating for a few moments to allow his face to go through the subtle shifts necessary to transform him from Sinister to Nathaniel Essex, albeit vanity has him smoothing over the crow's feet after a while. Young. Vital. Who he'd been when he had different ambitions. A hand passes over his chops, feeling the stubble that comes with telling your cells to be human.

Lucifer has posed:
"I would never do anything that would directly harm you. I do wonder how successful it will be...." Lucifer offers and then he shrugs. "But not telling you, now that you know I've done something, feels like I am lying. Or even half lying. And I... I cannot do that." Or at the very, very least, he will be wrought with guilt and that can do bad things to Lucifer at times.

"I summoned a demon, made it look and sound like you, and sent it to Hong Kong. It's mission is to infiltrate your HQ there, and try to find out any and all details it can once it's gotten in. ...I figured...any more information we can have will benefit us in the long run. And if they find out it's a spy... the worse that will happen is it will wind up in hell for me to summon again."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, my." Nathaniel blinks at this, arching an eyebrow up in a perfect spock. He has good eyebrows for that. "Well. They are me. They'll try and figure out what they're dealing with if they find out, which will create some terrible havoc, as I've come to a conclusion that I doubt they ever would, that the only way to harm you and those like you Lucifer, is not by any physical means. And Good luck to them, trying to harm a demon. They're unlikely to care for mindgames, correct?" Just asked to verify his own conclusion, perhaps.

Taking another slurp of his coffee, he slips out of his robe for the other test of the moment, of muscle memory and familiarities. Turning to face the counter, he cracks his left shoulder, then his right and releases the wings, letting them stretch all the way up and out with a long, shuddering sigh that sounds relieved.

Lucifer has posed:
"Correct. Mind games are like child's play to them. If you mean the demons. Also you're right that harming me takes a lot of effort. When I'm not being mindfucked by my father. Holy blades, those wielded by my brethren...those can harm me. Not much else, so I've come to find out." This much more and he smirks, then tilts his head as he watches Nathaniel sip coffee, slip from his rove and faces the counter.

What happens next, those wings coming out in full force, causes Lucifer to gasp softly. "Can it be they've gotten more vibrant recently?" Asking as he reaches, stroking fingers over the plummage, and perhaps even preens a bit.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's breath stutters softly at the touch, but the wings? They just furl enough that they can be preened with ease, the feathers lifting to allow better access to shafts and down beneath, quivering slightly at one or another sensation. They look exceptionally healthy, truth is. The raven black has that sheen of corvid feathers everywhere, but the red fringe honestly looks like it's taken on a few more colours -- here and there there's orange, yellow traceries where red meets black. As if now they truly are reflecting flames from beneath.

"I don't know, I haven't had a close look lately..." Nathaniel murmurs, looking beneath them from the shadow that they cast to the man that admires them. "I just wanted to make sure that I could still call them out," he adds, equally softly. "Systematic testing of things that I knew to be true, in the hopes that they are things I still -know- to be true. This is the one thing none of my others have. I am the only one."

Lucifer has posed:
"They've got some new coloration it seems. Bit of orange flowing into the red... they look a lot more like flames at the tips. Just gorgeous..." Lucifer offers as he finishes up the preening and then smooths hands over the feathers. "And they are here, in all their glory. I am glad such is the case..." This much more offered and then he side steps once again, reaching to make his own cup of coffee. "Oh. The coffee. Did you...enjoy it?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's wings give a single whirr where everything fluffs out, then with another breath, quite sharp and deep, Nathaniel folds them to his back, but does not yet put them away. He looks to the coffee, reaching to the remains of his cup and bringing it to lips for a sniff of the aroma. "Rich. Medium-dark roast? It would go well as an end of the night blend, I think. Or if you plan on expanding Lux to have a patio in the summertime, as a proper latte fair. It's a clear flavour, doesn't leave any aftertaste..." he offers, lifting his in a toast before finishing off the cup and setting it in the dishwasher.

He then moves infront of the refrigerator and looks over his shoulder at his slightly distorted reflection in the surface of it, lifting the wings up enough that he can alter their angles oh-so-slightly so he can see what Lucifer's talking about. "I wonder why they've taken on additional colours. Why they seem so healthy."

Lucifer has posed:
"Maybe not expand on Lux. I might look into investing in a cafe of sorts. An exotic coffee shop with blends no one will find anywhere else." Lucifer offers as he watches Nathaniel move to admire himself in the fridge reflection. "Should I invest in a full length mirror for you, love?" He grins at that then before taking a sip of this coffee, Black for the moment. "I can throw out a theory or two that involves us and how much closer we've come in our relationship as time goes by..."

Sinister has posed:
Nathaniel scoffs at the offer of the mirror, looking from his reflection to the devil with a look beneath his brows, followed by a wry half-smile. "How else am I supposed to look at it all, except in a mirrored surface?" He lifts the wings up, brings the ends down infront of his face. "Don't get the full view this way." And back to folding them, he exhales, then with a shrug sends them back where they belong, leaving him just barechested. "I think the coffee shop is a splendid idea. It would bring in the ingenue, rather than your usual clientelle, which would be a wholely different experience." He smiles at that notion, gazing at nowhere, then to Lucifer's eyes.

"It's a good theory, honestly. Although, it argues with the scientist in me, I have to admit that this isn't mundane in nature, but mystical to a degree. I have no regrets." And no hangover it seems. The joys of regeneration are plentiful. He proffers his hand though, bowing his head as he holds it out, palm up. "Day is young, but I want to start it off right." And what a wicked grin he offers as he lets suggestions lie.