14100/Late Night Ponderings

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Late Night Ponderings
Date of Scene: 02 February 2022
Location: Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis: Lucifer, with the help of his Geneticist, comes up with a plan to try and help a friend of Luci's. Yes. The Devil has friends!
Cast of Characters: Lucifer, Sinister




Lucifer has posed:
After leaving Askante's side by the power of flight, Lucifer enjoys wing-flapping over New York for the short (in flying terms) distance from where they were perched to the balcony of his Penthouse. Alighting there to land, he immediately turns towards the mist-laden city and tilts his head while glancing down to the people he cannot see unless he pays really close attention. There are a few things on the mind of the Lightbringer that give him pause for thought instead of immediately going into the Penthouse to let someone know he's home. It's fairly late night as well, long past closing time of the nightclub at this point. A cigarette is produced, lit and smoked on while he leans upon the railing just staring off and letting his mind ponder.

Sinister has posed:
Nathaniel Essex, Telepath.

It isn't long before the door opens and a hot chocolate is brought out, with a happy dose of chocolate liquer and whiskey in there for some added oomph. He's also floated marshmallows on the top. He appears at Lucifer's side, after a brief stroke of the folded wings all along the primary... and the mug of steaming frothy alcohol and milk is proffered. He has one of his own, of note. "I take it it's your turn to have a moment of open air pondering, in the night air?" is lightly joshed.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer isn't startled by the appearance of Nathaniel, but he does straighten up just a tad as the man comes out with the offering of spiked hot chocolate. The mug is taken with a softly offered "Thank you." in return and he sips from it, letting the warmth of both the alcohol and the milk soothe his insides. It is still a bit chilly out here after all. "Mmn, I suppose it is. Working out in my head how I'm going to help a friend of mine with an issue it has. Well, there's a few ways I can approach it really, the tricky part is deciding which way is best. Not to mention... I need to find some books I think it would enjoy absorbing the knowledge within." He grins, sips, and glances. "How has your evening been?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister mentally catalogues 'it' and files it for later contemplation. Odd pronoun choice, after all. "I made a prototype hard drive cage. No power to it. I don't have the ability to enscribe containment on it, so I figured after I'd arranged the closed loop circuits, I'd wait. I also performed a physical on myself and am happy to say, everything is ticketty boo, except that I seem to have lost a little more muscle mass, though not to the detriment of my strength," just to show off, he flexes one of his guns. Still more ectomorphic than Lucifer is, by far. "All in all, a quiet but accomplished evening."

After a pause for consideration, "...how about a junior encyclopedia brittanica, with photos and illustrations? Always good to have one of those, for reference purposes." You know, except almost nobody HAS those, because: Wikipedia.

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah, a physical prototype that we can perhaps test? I still need to put together a nice curse to embed into it, don't I?" Lucifer asks and then seems to smirk at the idea. Another sip from his mug is taken just as Nathaniel flexes his arm. "Is losing muscle mass a bad sign? I mean you say everything is ticketty boo but... I thought losing something like that was bad..." He offers this much more and then ponders on the idea Nathaniel gives him. "You know, that's not a bad idea at all. It will love the visual references..." Then he furthers. "It's name is Askante. It is...the best way to describe it is an embodiment of something. Whatever that something is differs upon which embodiment you encounter. For Askante, it is the embodiment of fear." (The writer hopes they got this right...)

Sinister has posed:
"Normally, I would say yes, but I'm a metamorph with full molecular control. The resting body mass I hold can fluctuate up greatly if I desire it to..." And because this is fun to do every so often, he rather abruptly takes a deep breath and swells, growing to a height of twenty feet, looking down at Lucifer with a smile and a wave, with his chocolate mug in hand looking ridiculously dainty and as if it belongs in a miniature dolls house. "Fe fi fo fum and all that," his voice is even more booming, because well of course it is. Then almost like an exhale, he shrinks down back to the size he normally sports, giving off a little excess body heat as he does so, steaming in the cool air. A slurp of chocolate is taken, then a brow is arched at the description.

"THose exist?" all he can think of to say.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches all of this with a bland expression, all save for the hint of a slight smirk as Nathaniel exponents his size and muscle mass. Speaks and causes a slight echo of his words which boom through the fog. That ought to give Askante a few more moments of fear empowerment if anyone is on the streets to hear such a thing. "Alright. I get it. Show off..." He quips jokingly and then takes a slow breath in before letting it out slowly. "Yes. They do. Well. They did. That's kind of the thing I'm going to find out for Askante. It is lonely, wondering what happened to it's kin. I... offered to help find out, which it is eager to know, regardless of what the news is." He frowns then.

Sinister has posed:
"But of course," Sinister sips again, curling his hands around the mug, then floating out a smoke from his smoking jacket pocket, leaning close for the obligatory pop of hellfire and fag-dangles as he considers the conundrum. "Uhhhm..." he considers more. "Hrm," and a little more, with a frown. "I suppose approaching it from a logical and systematic manner would be appropriate, but it would be a matter of cataloguing references to such beings in scholarly and religious texts, across the world. I imagine that you could probably hire a research assistant with university and library clearances? Maybe even one that does work at the Smithsonian? They do love to look favourably, on people that donate large sums to research grants and scholarships."

Lucifer has posed:
"Perhaps. Though I am not sure if anyone is going to know of any stories about someone binding an entity of some sort of emotion or ... I even forget what all types there are." Lucifer admits. "I thought that, perhaps, if they're no longer bound to this realm...perhaps I could...call one? But your idea might hold merit... and a sizeable donation made would be a good thing. Even if I don't get what information that will help me." He smirks, then flicks ashes, smokes, drinks and sighs.

Sinister has posed:
The sigh kind of catalyzes a bettling of the brow on Nathaniel, looking Lucifer in the profile and pressing lips together. Come on, think! Use that ponderously wicked brain of yours, man! He reaches out, rubs at the base of the wing joint in a fond massage to ease the moment and a lightbulb goes off. "Oh, wait a moment..." Sinister thinks about this more, getting animated in the eyeball region and straightens up, looking back over his shoulder and out at the night, back over his shoulder once more and at Lucifer again. He reaches, tugs a feather a couple of times. "Darling, don't you have Pandora's box?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer hums a bit and closes his eyes when he feels that gentle touch against his wing base. The feathers ruffle a touch and the celestial smiles gently while finishing off his drink. "Ah, love, you are likely the only one who can soothe me when I am having a moment. Thank you." Though it's just after that Nathaniel seems to have a lightbulb moment and Lucifer looks to him with a lofted brow. Sometimes watching Nathaniel think and try to put his thoughts into words is fun. That last question though, he looks towards the Penthouse and then back and forth between it and Nathaniel a moment. "Yes. I surely do. Why do you ask?"

Sinister has posed:
All else is an aside in the moment when the lightbulb needs to shed its Lux upon the world. "Because the only thing that remained trapped in Pandora's box, when all the ills escaped into the world, was hope. THe embodiment of hope, so that Mankind would never be without it." Sinister replies, with a grin. "You may be able to have a conversation with one, from the comfort of your own home."

Only then, does he let the grin fade to a milder thing, "...You will always be welcome, my love." He reaches in once again, to give a bit more of a knuckle rub at the housing of the enormous white featherdusters, which transforms into an open palm to the back, just below.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks, ponders, and then blinks again. "Well hot damn, you're right... why didn't I remember that? I...I wonder if Askante would like to see..." He ponders on that a moment and then glances out to the fog. "Surely I can open it and close it back up again, right? WOuldn't be too hard, and maybe they'll go willingly if I say please.." He chuckles then.

That continued attention to his wings has them fluttering a bit and he gives a shiver himself. "I am glad for that. I hope that I reciprocate it in kind at least a little bit." He offers this much and leans into the man who gives him attention. Cigarette incenerated to ash in the wind as he does this. "Tho the hour grows... late-ish... perhaps I will open Pandora's Box tomorrow night."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's palm rubs, as proximity looms. He smiles. "Perhaps that might be a plan," is offered as he steps behind Lucifer, so that he can apply both palms to the muscles and tendons surrounding those pinions; thumbs knead as he leans on in, between the wings to place a kiss at the nape of the neck and to one side, then the other, for the sake of balance. He resumes kneading, when he has room to allow it.

"I assume, it's because you didn't think about it. Idioms come from a observed principle after all; familiarity breeds contempt. It's more novel to me than it is to you -- more fresh in the mind, once I realized I wasn't just looking at decorations." A few more kneads, then he steps in closer, thigh touching the back of thighs, pressing close so that he can enfold from behind, bracketted on either side by the white. "And you do reciprocate. Give a'plenty, touch those long wizzened cockles of my heart." There's humour in the tone though. "I am surely a bad influence on you, which is, I am sure, a contradiction in terms. But I'll trade that for a good influence in return."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer hmphs gently and gives a nod of his head. "That makes sense. I have it for safe keeping, and never knew it might come in handy for me one day. I am glad you remembered such a tale about the Box." He offers this, while he's treated to a massage and other distinct touches of the moment. "Well, I don't think we should really label our influence on each other good or bad. We simply influence. Inspire. I like that about us." There's a shiver, and another, plus a few other sounds that are taken by a slight breeze here and there. "If this continues here... I warn... I am not going to stop whatever may happen next."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's arms squeeze... to the fullest of their capacity which is extreme. But the devil can take it, that possessiveness of grasp, that covetous affection, as Essex draws him close and breaths heat where his face bends to shoulder and collar. It lasts, until a tremble of muscles relinquishes the need to grasp, have, hold and keep -- "...and I would not want to stop you." The reply is measured out with a nip to the neck and a long, voiceless chuckle, oh-so-wicked. "And what if I occasionally like to label our influences, hmm?" he chuckles, wriggling just -so- for a moment before he lets go. "I'm just going to take myself and my empty hot chocolate indoors. It's cold out here." He saunters a few steps, looks back over his shoulder, then fast-walks indoors, breaking into a mad little dash to the sink and beyond, afterwards. If that was not an invite, who knows what is?