14254/Thoughts that go Bump in the Night

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Thoughts that go Bump in the Night
Date of Scene: 02 April 2022
Location: Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis: The Devil, the Doctor and their Lycanthropes
Cast of Characters: Lucifer, Sinister




Lucifer has posed:
"Oh come off it!" Lucifer's voice - if one is awake - can be heard coming from the living room. He's currently looking at his reflection in the window, wings out but there's something...interesting? Going on with them. They're half-lings. That is to say, full wingspan, but one is white and feathered while the other is black and leathery. He scowls at the reflection for a moment. "You're better than this, Lucifer Morningstar. So be better than it.." He scowls even further because neither wing is budging. "I don't even know what the bloody hell is wrong here! There's nothing wrong with me or anything in my life so why are the pair of you being so ridiculous!" He then resigns and walks to the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass to pour himself a drink, down it, then have another, down it, and another....

Sinister has posed:
One supposes that sleeping or remaining focused through such things /is/ possible to do, but it's not an average thing to be able to do. Not that people having arguments with themselves is unusual; in the age of bluetooth, it sometimes seems like the norm on a day to day basis, but it's not all that common for -some- people. So, it causes curiosity, which kills cats and other critters. From the safe-room/lab-space the door opens and a nose peeks around the edge, looking over the sights of the evening. The nose is soon followed by the rest of Nathaniel emerging from within, checking rolled up sleeves as he does so and sniffing faintly at the air, just in case something odd is on the wind.

The bifurcated heteromorphic pinions are looked at, up and down with an eyebrow inching upwards as he strides on over, walking in a semi-circle behind the devil with his eyes on the wings the whole time, back and forth twice. He parks himself midway, leaning left and right to examine each separately. "There's a story here..."

Lucifer has posed:
"There isn't a story or if there is a story they sure as hell aren't telling me what the story is." Lucifer says this much as he scowls into the whiskey and then takes another drink. "I mean I think I know why one is being all black and acting up... but it also doesn't seem like it's the most appropriate reason either. How can wings - my wings especially - be jealous of each other.." Which may seem like an absolutely ridiculous notion to carry aside from the single fact that the other night when Sinister was getting over being bitten by the lycan... Lucifer only called forth a single wing to pluck a feather.

None the less he folds his wings back against himself a bit and glances over to the doctor. A little smile crosses his lips as he tries to be happy completely for the moment, leaning in to offer a kiss. "How goes things in the safe room?"

Sinister has posed:
The sweetness of a kiss is returned, but then there's an arch look. "How can your wings be jealous of one another? I can't imagine," Sinister says in a tone that's only a little bit droll. Regardless, he considers the two, fluffy and leathery, then steps close, reaching both hands to the join between the shoulder blades where the wings sprout from, in order to give the roots of both a jolly good massage. Clever physician's fingers have studied the way these particular wings attach, by looking at his own in reflection a time or two and knows the ligaments to manipulate. He then gives the feathery ones a doublehanded stroke, sandwiching the plumes between his palms to stroke from base to tip... just the once... before concentrating wholeheartedly on the leathery ones, taking both hands to rub and knead palms and fingertips at each joint in turn.

"I think when it comes to the end of the day, we know why my own wings have a life of their own at times, eh?" He chuckles, leaning in to give the membranes of the batwing a caress. "So far, my examinations in the lab have proved rather lacklustre, honestly. I am resorting to calibrating reflected light sources, to see if that makes any difference to the DNA sequence samples from our Scottish guests. Because so far, there's nothing abnormal about the DNA at all."

Lucifer has posed:
Clever physician fingers indeed, but also the fingers of a lover that want to offer some tender care to wings that seems to be having a tussle. These touches bring out a soft sound from Lucifer, and the feathers ruffle very lightly in a sort of thanks for being soothed. Then the leathery wing, receiving the same sort of attention, just sort of tenses and relaxes in it's own thanks. The wing also seems to tremble a bit while those joints are worked and this causes Lucifer to make even more soft sounds while the motion continues.

"Yours have because mine do? That might just be the case. Connected in many ways... though I'm still wondering why they've decided to be such pains now." He offers with a soft chuckle, a bit more relaxed now and perhaps not upset any more either. When Sinister offers what he's found by way of the lycans in the safe room, there's a sort of frown that comes. "Nothing in the DNA? So does that mean it's likely a transformation from some other reason rather than being bitten or cursed in some way?" A pause. "Light sources. Moonlight is just light reflected from the surface of... how do you plan to offer different sources?"

Sinister has posed:
"Origin definitely would seem to have some logic to it," Sinister replies with a chuckle, "I'm not sure how -much- logic, but we can conjecture, can't we?" He smiles, reaching the end of ministrations, he proceeds to give equal affections to both wings at the last, palms holding firm and gentle pressure from the base of each, all along the leading edges from root to base of 'fingers' on both. The action is repeated with a smile on his face, enjoying perhaps, the effect that it has.

"Not necessarily, no. It could be that I simply have not exposed the DNA to the correct stimulation for discrepencies to show; either not the right enzyme, or not the right light quality. Or I'm not looking in the right place on the DNA strand for abnormalities and given how many combinant possibilities there are for each genome sequence it's hardly surprising..." He tilts his head a little as he watches the wings beneath his hands for a while, apparently caught up in some OTHER thought in that instant. "I can artificially create the radiation and light spectrum from various different solar bodies, to see if anything makes a difference. It's a given that the meta of this is a form of photo-trophic reaction. That is a reaction to light itself, somehow measured by the organism. But it may also have a geotrophic, that is gravitational component. The full moon at apogee or perigee may have an effect."

Lucifer has posed:
The leathery wing, after gaining a bunch of attention, begins to do a thing it's never doe before. It shimmers and quivers, and slowly but surely the leather makes way to a more angel-wing bone structure and feathers begin to appear. Fully formed and radiant as ever. Lucifer gives a bit of a sigh in relief before wiggling both wings a bit and then grins. "Look. You made it happy again. Thank you."

Then he's listening to all the things Sinsiter suggests while talking about the science behind the lycans. Maybe this or that, but definitely not this other thing. Certain sources haven't been tested or tried, but can be mimicked in the end of all things. "Once you've exhausted all of that, if you cannot find anything, we might have to turn to different sources altogether. I should probably try and see what some of the books in my library might say about werewolves... it might be worth a look... see if I can help get answers somehow..."

Sinister has posed:
Lucifer can likely sense just a little bit of bristling from his Geneticist at that time. But before it can congeal into a sense of worry, Sinister speaks up. "Loathe that I must admit it, but I fear I may find that the science does not quite provide the full scope of understanding in this instance. Your assistance may well be exceptionally helpful; my own research suggested that there are numerous subspecies of lycanthrope, varied across the world. The common lycanthropy wrote of in novelizations and such, has its origins in the curse of Lycaon's folly. Good old Greek pantheon condemning cannibalism, particularly when feeding a person to a god. Anyway..."

He smiles though, that too can be felt. "I'm glad I was able to sooth the ruffled feathers. Most odd that was. Hi...." a tickle to the left wing, another to the right, where the tertiaries hang down and he steps in between both to slide arms around the devil from behind. "I wonder if divine anger could be a trigger."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer frowns just a tad and turns towards Sinister to face him completely. "Well, I know it's tough for you to admit such. Yet I think over time you have begin to truly embrace the idea that there are forces in this world that cannot be explained with science. Mystic forces and such that bend the way science works...anyway. I'll see what I can find out We'll figure this out together."

Finally, after they settle themselves and get one last bit of attention from the scientist before they decide to disappear from whence they came. Course this allows Nathaniel to press close to the Devil from behind with no cushion between them. "Divine anger? Like if someone is upset at me upstairs. Or perhaps downstairs even? Is this what you're suggesting?" He asks this, a bit surprised at the idea, but he shouldn't dismiss it entirely perhaps.

Sinister has posed:
"I'm getting there," Sinister admits. "But mostly because I haven't yet discovered the harmonics of magic enough that I could create a reliable device to measure it. So far all I have is my resonance rings, which work, but they're hardly what I would call terribly helpful." He nods though, when the wings vanish it allows stepping closer.

And then the last confuses the doctor as much as it apparently confused the archangel. "Huh?" Wait, frown, replay what you just said. "Oh! Oh, no I meant for lycanthropy. Given that in the original greek legend it was divine anger that catalyzed the transformation, I'm was wondering if the same might be true in a controlled environment. Which of course leads me to visions of you getting shirty with a blood sample."

Lucifer has posed:
"I don't know if you can ever make a device that can actually read magic on any true level. I don't say that for any other reason than there is so many different types of magic, and they all form differently... You'd have to create something for each type..." He trails off then and shakes his head. "I'll hush. This isn't fair to you... and I'm sure there's something that links all magic together that you can find because you're smart enough and keen enough to do so..."

He tilts his head and then gets on the same page with Sinister. "Oh! Right. Yes. Perhaps it could be something like that... but we'd have to maybe ask a god about it..." He laughs then. "And since these are Scottish Lycans, we might have to go for the Celtic Gods...and I dunno how easily approachable they are."

Sinister has posed:
There's a moment after Lucifer mentions the celtic gods, that Sinister just looks at him with a deadpan expression and widened eyes. "Lets not. I mean, I'm sure that one or two of them might not hate you with a feiry passion unrivalled by anything but the sun itself, but finding the odd one in the bunch is probably not liable to be easy. I expect Bridgit might not hate you, given that she and Angus Og are the male and female version of your original nomination, but..." he shakes his head a bit. "Somehow, I think we'll bungle along. Good grief, now I'm imagining you face to face with Herne and that smackdown could sell-out wembley stadium..."

Lucifer has posed:
"You know that makes me wonder if there are any gods out there that can put their grudges behind them? I mean... it's really a pity that they have to hold onto them for so long." Lucifer goes through the motions of lighting up cigarettes for the both of them and pours Nathaniel a glass of cognac. "There's likely a handful of gods and goddesses alike out there that I could get into a smackdown with that sells out wembley... I could even likely sell out carnegie hall..."

Sinister has posed:
"Kamadevi probably doesn't care. Similarly, most of the asian gods likely don't give two hoots about you. Neither would the native gods, but european ones? Oh, man..." Sinister takes the cigarette with a 'mwah' and settles on one of the bar stools, leaning his elbow on it as he contemplates. "I don't think the olympians much care either, honestly. They had already waned in power, before christianity really took off." He shaves the end of his cigarette carefully, enjoying the waxing philosophical as it is occurring. "I wonder if I'll ever have to face off against one of the divinity. I've encountered them, but fortunately, I've either out-thought, or out-manoevered. Getting into tangles that I'm not in the mood for just mangles my itinerary."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer seems to think on it for a moment and then gives a nod. "I mean you're probably right. It's really just the European ones I should look out for. I mean, I've ran into a few gods over here and really I've not had a bad time for it." This and he takes a drag off his cigarette before following it with a swallow of whiskey. "I think it's in our best interest to not ever have to encounter a god that would more want to pound us into the ground than talk to us. But... at least up to now we haven't..." He laughs a little and sips whiskey again. "Mmn...how much longer are you going to be holding the Scotts here?"

Sinister has posed:
"Agreed," a pause. "Avoid the russian ones like the plague. I think they're probably in the backwoods and sheltered spots, but they're grim and pernicious and probably extremely strong. They survived a lot of persecution on all sides. And I imagine the Deathless would not be remotely afraid of you." And he'll drink to that and does. The question there is given a due consideration, once again shaving his cigarette carefully into a cone. "Until I have either convinced the pair of them to trust me implicitly, which to be fair I haven't bothered to do yet... so that I can safely release them into the wild, find them again and potentially test a cure on them," Sinister contemplates. "You know, I've had a lot of practice with the more subtle variations of psychic surgery since we became close this last year."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head one way and then the other before giving a nod. "Noted. Avoid Russian gods at all costs..." Saying this much with a smirk before shrugging his shoulders. "Honestly though you would think we could all get a long because somewhere, surely, we have some sort of common ground." Then he listens to what Nathaniel says concerning the situation of keeping the Scottsmen that they pulled out of the country. "You know, I almost want to go back to where we were and maybe see how the townsfolk are getting along. Have we determined if either of them are, like, missing people?"

Sinister has posed:
No comment on the ability of deities to agree to a polytheistic society.

Sin sets his cigarette down on the tray and shifts himself about, bringing both hands together infront of himself, palm to palm, then opening a holographic screen via the network of sensors he set up in the penthouse. He pulls it taller, a bit wider, then flicks it back with a short backhand so the viewscreen is at a convenient watching distance. "Play Audio-visual file Lunatic seven," is instructed.

The screen starts a file, recorded in the saferoom. "Why're ye holdin' us?" - a female voice. "For your own safety, you have a condition." As human beings, the one is male, a young man in his late twenties with scruff and reddish brown hair. The other is a woman of a similar age physiologically who just looks older, perhaps by dint of a harder life experience. She has black hair and is quite short. The man looks more worried than the woman does. "There's nothin' ye can do frae us, man. Let's go." She sounds resigned. "Miss Kate Mcdonald?" "Aye, how'd ye know?" "No birth records of you, which is quite signicant in this day and age. And Callum Campbell... park ranger with the forestry commission." The man nods. "There's a missing person's report for you that goes back a month and a half. Can you account for your time?" He shakes his head, looking perplexed at Kate.

Lucifer has posed:
"So it was the ranger..." Lucifer offers after watching the video when Sinister shows it. He then tilts his head. "Is there a missing persons report for the woman as well? Do we know who reported it? Friends? Family?" He wants to know who is missing them, and perhaps is also wondering if there is something they can do to bring the family some peace of mind. Likely won't happen, but dare to dream.

"...I could probably get you answers..."

Sinister has posed:
"You could probably get -us- answers. Lets face it, this particular project has you just as invested as me, in a different way," Sinister replies, looking to Lucifer with a nod. "Yes, the man seemed to be going through his first transformation. The woman though, I think she might be the one that bit him in the first place. It was the ranger station that reported him missing... I think she did enough research to know she wasn't going to be facing a huge manhunt, but not quite enough to realize that the rangers themselves would have concern. Callum was more popular than she thought he was." Nathaniel reclaims his cigarette, taking the few necessary drags to finish it off enough to hand it over for incineration. "No missing person's report for her. I think she... perhaps even her family, are the originators of the curse in the area."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer sits there for a moment. He seems to be thinking. Then...he pours one more drink, tosses it back, and finishes off his cigarette. "Right then." It's all he says before he turns and stands before moving towards the safe room. He doesn't say anything at all, and just simply walks into the room however he can. By door or teleport or whatever. He steps inside and looks the two over. The man. The woman. And he smirks. "Well hello there. I hear tell we're all sorts of confused and wondering why we're here and when we're going to be let go... allow me to give a particular perspective here..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister blinks at the devil gets up with a purpose, watching him walk to the safe room, blinking again. Purpose though, has him tuning in with the holoimager and hitting record...

Presumably Lucifer has the key code for the door. If he doesn't, that was an aggregious teleport! But one supposes such things actually do make an impression. As it is, the two of them look startled, again, the man considerably more than the woman. "Look, mate... Ah dinnae want no trouble. Ye've been good tae th'two of us and ye ain't hurt us..." the man, apparently a bit more cooperative and aggreable to negotiation, opens.

"Callum, shaddap..." Kate mutters at him. Maybe she has better senses than he does. He got interrupted mid transformation, after all.

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh what's wrong, dear? Afraid your little friend here is going to spill all of your secrets? That's okay..." Lucifer walks in a wide half circle to face both of them by some sort of middle. "He's not even the one I'm actually interested in. We know all about him. Callum. Forest ranger. Missing person. He's actually wanted...." A few steps are taken forward and he looks at the woman. "On the other hand. Kate. It is Kate right? Or is this a borrowed name? Cause there's nothing on you. No missing person. No birth record. It's like you don't exist..." He offers, catching her gaze, "So tell me...what's the truth my dear. It's okay. You can tell dear old Lucifer..."

Sinister has posed:
Callum looks a bit taken aback, blinking a couple of times as he looks to Kate. Neither of them are restrained after all, they're in a comfortable room with a bar, a food supply and a double bed and a lab off to the side accessed through the 'air lock' between the room and the penthouse. There's also a couch which looks like it's had good use, given it is apparently not in the cards for Callum to be sleeping with Kate. His perplexion is obvious.

Kate hastily looks down, as if she knows that being caught in a gaze is a Bad Thing <tm> but it doesn't stop her talking. Maybe that initial contact was enough? Unlikely, but there are more ways to skin a cat, my dearie... "I don't. Mah name's Kate MacDonald, t'aint a lie. Ain't no kith nor kin as'll be huntin' frae me, tho'. Not since mah Da. Ye cannae dae more tae me as's been done by. Ah've no fear o' ye, Lucifer." Having looked down, she looks back up with defiance. "Th'curse weren't nothin' tae do wit' mahsehlf... but that's nothin' tae nobody, na?" Which means it's something to anybody. Particularly to her. "Sins o' th'fathers carried by th'chillun. T'aint fair."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer smirks a little. "No fear? Oh well that's good, I think. I don't like it when people fear me...at least not when they've done nothing wrong and have no reason to do such. And it's like you said. Sins of the fathers, right? It is a shame you have to carry such a thing..." This much and then he glances to Callum. "Yet poor Callum here. He's an innocent victim of all this. Cursed for life... which is unfortunate. And that might be your own downfall, Miss MacDonald." A pause. "So, tell me, is this something your family passed down? A curse from way back that you can't get rid of?" A smirk. "And if you could get rid of it... if you could be cured.... would you take the chance?"

Sinister has posed:
Kate's eyes lift, emboldened and defiant again. Hatred and hope war on her features, as she stares straight into the gaze of the devil himself. It's added to by the short woman folding her arms firmly beneath her bosom, defensively. "My Da had it. His grandmother a'fore him. Skipped my nan. Sometimes does that, skips a generation." The last time the villagers recalled 'the troubles' was twenty years back. "But this isnae mah fault." Except for Callum, perhaps. "Why should Ah be damned fer th'actions o' folks who're long dead?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh you're not being held accountable for the actions of the folks before you. Unfortunately, you gave in and you turned someone. You also bit another...who was able to be saved...but you still did a good job infecting him." Lucifer says this, walking right up to the glass that separates him from them, pressing a hand against the glass itself. "How did they die? Silver bullets to the chest? Beheading? Or is natural causes still a thing for your kind?" Asking this with a grin. "But this is why you are damned. But would you rather live like this and continue to rack up the numbers for which you are being damned...or would you rather live your life comfortably and without this curse...until such a time that you die and I claim your soul either way?"

Sinister has posed:
Kate looks briefly pained, but takes a deep breath, her jaw setting, lips that were thin already, thinning further. But then the tremble hits them and despite herself, despite her own faith that there is something beyond she could be redeemed to... her lip trembles. Twin tears escape, course down her cheeks, the welling of further such emotion threatened. She looks aside, closes her gaze to the world and presses lids tight, forcing the floodgates back. She does not respond to the accusations, perhaps because they hit the spot like a hammer on a nail. "Da was burned alive. They chased him intae a barn and set it ablaze an' I was alone. It's nae fair. But Ah guess life's nae fair, is't?" She exhales, forcing her breath steady. "If'n ye take me, is Callum free?" The tone has one of a bargain that will not be struck without clauses.

Lucifer has posed:
There's something about this moment that pulls Lucifer in a certain way. Like he shouldn't actually be the one making a deal like this. He shouldn't be the one having this conversation. He came in here with a mission. A purpose. Seeing those eyes, seeing those tears...that changed everything. He turns and looks to the camera and then back to the ones in that cell. "...You know what...give me a moment. I'm not going to answer those questions. Just... as hard as it might be. Trust me." Then he turns and exits the room quickly so he can walk near to Sinister. "...Geneology...it's in the blood. There'd be no way to know unless you could trace her ancestry. So the question now is...do we want to keep them any longer? Cause, depending on that answer, I'll need to go. I need to call on a favour."

Sinister has posed:
The captives in their comfortable cage look either baffled and mildly afraid, or confused and ashamed by turns. But that is recorded on camera and not on the retinas of Archangels.

Looking up from where he was monitoring the activity in the safe room, Sinister straightens up as the devil exits, letting his hand drop from his chin where it was acting as a bastion against gravity. "I can trace her ancestry. Actually, I can have plebian lab technicians do it and not take up my own time -- the human genome project and ancestry.com has been helpful in many instances..." he tilts his head though, studying. "I am keeping them until I've had a reaction from the samples I've taken. And failing that, from the individuals themselves. I cannot cure what I cannot isolate. And beyond that, if we have to keep them beyone easter, which is when the next full moon cycle is, well, we have the means to lock them up when open air fails."

Lucifer has posed:
"I would say that we could at least go and give some comfort to those who reported the ranger missing. Let them know he's been found, and he's well, but he's being kept in isolation while recovering from...something..." Lucifer offers. "Or, maybe we can let him go for now and then bring him back closer to Easter..." He looks back towards the room then and then chuckles gently. "I'm also going to be doing something I... well I've done before... but I like to think I do rarely. It's not like I ever want to torture people... of certain minds rather..." A beat. "She'll get forgiveness. Or the path of such opened to her. What she does after that, when this is all done...will be up to her."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister gives Lucifer a long look, then follows his attentio toward the safe room. He looks back at the holo screen, moueing his lips together as he considers the conflicting instinct that is riding him like a bitch at the moment. "Notifying the rangers is doable. I would rather not release... though I can implant compliance with returning before the moon, though that has its own challenges. Willingness may exist, but circumstance may defy." He looks back at the devil, his head tilting. "What do you intend to do?"

Lucifer has posed:
"If you want to keep them both here then that's fine. I just am not sure what we would tell the ranger station. Obviously we don't want to imply anything that will wind up being looked into. And considering the villages surrounding... who knows what sort of tales and rumors they'd come up with." Lucifer chuckles a bit then before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "I'm with you on whatever you think is best." A beat. "Also, it's not her fault she's this way. Passed down the family like it has been? She just acts on instinct. If we can cure her...then she can begin the road to forgiveness. Which I will lead her down...or at least show her the way. She's got the true faith. So I think it will be the best option for her. Callum is just a completely innocent bystander who wasn't able to do anything before we caught him. This might have even been his first full moment to change and we stopped it."

Sinister has posed:
"Aah," Sinister looks back at the holofeed, then slides off the stool, in order to pace back and forth a few times, thought provoked and tapping his chin with his index finger. "It would be a lot easier, if this was a mutation. I could simply inhibit that and send them on their merry way. But it's not. Sometimes, I rather hate magic for its pernicious refusal to be catalogued!" He grins crookedly at that, albeit fleetingly. "I wonder if Callum can be trusted with a zoom chat? I might have to monitor him closely -- also, I wonder if..." he presses his lips together "...I can definitely cure -him- without too much struggle, by acquiring a pre-contaminated DNA sample. I can get that off of a hairbrush or skin cells at his appartment. This Kate woman, though, she's always been one. I have no pre-contaminant DNA to sample that I could ablate the abherrant DNA from. It's problematic."

Lucifer has posed:
"Wait." Lucifer stops himself, then thinks. *Really* thinks. "If I've learned anything from you... DNA is the building blocks of genetics. Or maybe that's the other way around. But genetics are what they are because they have codes of our previous people..." He pauses. "I was going to ramble. Point being. She has someone in her family who did NOT get get this passed to them. It skipped a generation. Bones are a way to get DNA markers right? So...wait..." A lot of waiting... but soon Lucifer is going BACK to the safe room.

"Kate. You said this skipped your grandmother right? Is she alive or dead? And please trust me I am asking this for a reason... a good one." Breath. "A cure, and a path of salvation. If you are truly sorry for what you've done in your past... that's all my fa--God--cares about. Born sinners, but you do not have to die one..."

Sinister has posed:
Oh, dear. Help! "It may have skipped a generation, but the grandmother still is a carrier of it, or her son would not have received the curse. We are better off finding her mother, as the curse comes from the father's line. Even if the mother is dead, as long as there is a grave and she was not cremated, I can acquire uncontaminated maternal DNA from the tooth pulp of the body." Sinister sotto-voce informs, but enthusiasm has struck. He glances inside the room to the werewolves in situ.

Kate looks sidelong at Callum and back to Lucifer and there IS suspicion, just because she is a cynical kind of individual. "Me nana died when Ah was a wee'n. Five or six, ah think. Me mam..." wolf hearing "...could be joos' about anywhere in Scotland th'noo. She left me da when I was ten."

Lucifer has posed:
"Do you mind telling me your mother's name?" Lucifer asks this gently. He can feel her skeptism, and he knows that truth is in the path that is given. Cure first though, or they're not going to be getting much anywhere with either of these two. He gives a glance to Callum then as well. "And we'll settle the missing person thing. Let people know you're okay. But you must understand that letting you back out before we can cure you is risky." A pause. "We'll discuss more in a bit...I don't want to get too ahead of anything here."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister actually looks in on the two werewolves specifically at this, gaze penetrating and eyes narrowed. It's subtle though, no need to set people off with dramatic special effect light shows; he keeps his gaze human and the diamond hidden.

"Ma's name's Jenny Monroe. At least ah think tha' was her maiden name at least, her folks came ootae Aberdeen n' Ediburgh... Ah havnae seen'm since she left tho', they could be anywheres."

"Where do you live, Callum?" Sin asks it, the reply given seems prompt enough and he nods.

<<No lie in them. I have a clear picture of Callum's flat. I also have a good image of what she remembers of her mother and her aunt on that side. I ought to be able to find with some effort.>>

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods his head, keeping all this information in his memory banks for later. Though he does look Kate over once more. "And if we can find your mother... is there interest in seeing her again? Or would that just leads to a fight and a lot of unwanted emotional baggage not ready to be unpacked?" Asking this much more before he glances to Callum again and nods.

<<I think they both want what we're offering, so we should do our best to help them out. I can try to help find the mother..>>

Then he smiles. "Alright. Get some rest you two... we'll come back and talk soon." A beat. "Anything either of you are craving? Food wise? Drink wise?"

Sinister has posed:
"I could murder a steak," Callum says with a weak laugh, but otherwise shakes his head to Lucifer and his geneticist.

Kate frowns at the question, then shakes her head without a verbal reply. Maybe that's something that might happen later. When she's cured. IF she's cured. "Ye've been mighty kindly, fer jailers." She replies, apparently not quite able to -not- say anything.

Sinister however, walks away, taking out his cellphone to just hold in his palm and stare at. Data is transferring regardless, no doubt with instructions. "I'm sending some of my agents to Callum's place, to acquire good DNA samples from his place. They'll fish out hair from the bathroom sink, tooth floss, tissues, anything worthwhile."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods to Callum and Kate. "Alright. Thank you both." He'll keep in mind a steak for Callum should be given at some point. As the two leave the saferoom once again, he gives a soft stretch. "That, and I suppose you and I are back off to Scotland again..." He offers with a smile. "Delivering news and finding mothers. Should be a grand time... at least it should go smoother than when -my- mother was out and about..."

Sinister has posed:
Wait, what? "MOther? You have a mother?" That's a story for another time, no doubt about it!