14262/Laboratoire Sinestre - Paris - the Catacombs

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Laboratoire Sinestre - Paris - the Catacombs
Date of Scene: 04 April 2022
Location: The Catacombs - Paris, France.
Synopsis: Chimeric mice, cross-roads to hell and Rumplestiltskin. Just a regular day, really.
Cast of Characters: Sinister, Lucifer




Sinister has posed:
The lab in Lux is not very big. Even with spacial bending technology (And a little bit in the way of magic) it cannot be called large by any stretch of the imagination. Now, there are places in the world that practically beg for a hard to find lab to be situated in their midst.

This is one of them. There are things in the paris catacombs that make their own agenda. But they also avoid the territories designated as belonging to the english Geneticist, because of a variety of reasons. The first and foremost being that the doors to the labs are very hard to get through. And the denizens of the Beneath make for excellent unpaid guards.

Sinister also has labs /dedicated/ to certain purposes. This one, is actually his zoological study lab. Entering it is through a sunken crypt, cunningly labelled with un Motte de Juste of 'cave mirum bracchiorum' - which translates as 'beware of surprise tentacles' and is accessed by pulling on a carved octopus and leaning into the retinal scanner behind it.

"Welcome, to the menagerie." Clipped heels sound on the stone as the stone door slides aside to reveal a steel one, unlocked into what is essentially what it advertised to be. An enormous underground zoo.

Lucifer has posed:
Unfortunately even magic cannot help some of the barriers that cause the lab in lux to be unable to expand beyond certain means. This is likely so that people don't suddenly see Lux - or the building above it - begin to seem to breathe from the expanse and recline of such barriers.

So it is, they've come to Paris, to the lab which Sinister has hidden in the catacombs below. Because of course he would. As they make their way into the catacombs themselves, he reads the sign and can't help but laugh. "That's a clever sign. Though I hardly think anyone comes down here any more, even the most fool hardened." He pauses then and glances around. "I think there's even a crossroad point here somewhere...might have to go see if I remember how to get to it by walking."

This before they're walking into the lab itself. This zoo of a lab and Lucifer looks around for a moment to take in all the different types that are here, giving a whistle. "Wow. Impressive."

Sinister has posed:
Significantly perhaps, there are extinct species here. The first to greet are the aviary of Carolina parakeets, which simply enjoy their life in relative comfort. There's also a family of thylacines, and a pair of quaggas, which resemble what would happen if a donkey and a zebra got happy, only without the sterility and long ears. Most of the rest of the collection in the first gallery are insect, amphibian and snake species.

Sinister leads the way along the first gallery of the lab, the size of a football field as it turns out, along a gangway to the stairs down. Rows upon rows of habitats occupy each ring whereas the floor itself is the lab space.

"Every so often you get a lost tourist. There's still safe and well-illuminated trips down into the catacombs, for the sake of tourism, but..." Sinister shrugs, looking back. "A cross-road point?" looking curious. As the two of them near the floor, lights start popping on, with a tattle tale hum of electricity.

Lucifer has posed:
"It's a wonder nothing has happened here with the fact that you have animals here that literally should not exist." Lucifer offers. "And I don't just mean with like... government officials or something... but..." He looks upwards, yes, like he's looking towards heaven, and then shrugs his shoulders. "Not that I'm going to be blabbing to anyone anytime soon..."

As they walk further through, he does keep glancing around to the different animals. He also stops and pays particular interest to the snakes, looking them over and giving a bit of a smirk. "You keep all of them very well... not that I had any doubts of such." Then they move further in and he nods. "Aye. A cross-road point. You know, a place where I or a demon like Crowley, would meet people... there's a few of them all over the world. We like to have them in the spookiest of places." His grin remains as he explains this.

Sinister has posed:
"Well, in the seventeenth century, there was a productive occult and spiritualist scene in Paris and London that progressed into the 18th century. It doesn't surprise me at all, that some of that spiritualism morphed from conning people to actively attempting to summon the devil. Plus, there were occultists in Paris during the time of the Louis dynasties, in fact going back to the first King of the Franks, who was well... Norse." Sinister smiles a little, glancing up around the galleries. "I suppose I did play god. A tazmanian devil plays a good surrogate mother for a thylacine pup. There were enough taxidermied samples and other preserved individuals that I collected enough to recreate the species. I have dodo embryos in cold storage. You never know... what might be helpful one day."

His attention settles on the serpents then though, as Lucifer's eyes have lingered. "I have a considerable amount of south american and asian venomous species, because I don't trust men to not be morons. In fact, the Fer de Lance of brazil helped me create astounding painkillers and enzymatic agents that allow me to treat brain conditions."

Lucifer has posed:
"I can give you several examples of times that you've played god." Lucifer offers, looking over to Sinister with that grin still lighting up his face. "Maybe that's it. That's what drew me to you. Me with all my daddy issues and you... you playing the bugger for all he's worth..." A thoughtful look crosses his face for a moment and then in another breath it's fleeting and gone. "Dodo eyebrows even? Next thing I know you're going to tell me that you actually have a bug in amber and once you find a willing embryo you're going to give birth to a dinosaur. We saw how bad it could go in the movies..."

Then he's listening to the idea of the serpents and how they helped with creating painkillers and treats for brain conditions. That's an interesting notion to present to the Serpent Lord himself. "Interesting. Well... next time someone throws it in my face that I am just as evil as any other serpent I shall remind them of what a serpent is really good for.." A pause. "Much more than tempting Eve with an apple and a different...appendage..."

Sinister has posed:
"Don't need a bug in amber to recreate the dinosaurs. I have a farm of them in Antarctica." Sinister says with a grin and a bobble of his own brows, but that soon translates into arching of an eyebrow as he processes the rest of what was said. Blinking at the devil, he slowly turns around on the spot, looking up at what amounts to an Arc of species saved and back down to the fallen one. "I suppose I did. Unrepentently, I might add. Ethical concerns are hardly something that I trifle with," he chews on his cheek, twists lips left and right, looking back at Lucifer. "I thought you fell for my innumerate charms and winning personality, good looks, sophistication, wit, mind and broad spectrum of education?" He flutters eyelashes, then grins. "I suppose you did fall for my god complex, didn't you?" He whisks himself forward with a grand little sweeping forward step then and arrives at a workstation.

"But, do. REgarding the ophidarian virtues, that is. Only Christians paint the serpent as bad, nearly every other culture considers them wise, if deadly healers. Now then..." This particular workstation has a tank of mice in it. Little white mice, merrily going about thier business. "I wanted to share some success with you. These little pinkies are the survivors of Apophis stone ingestion."

Lucifer has posed:
"My my... we are quite the prideful one, aren't we?" Lucifer says this much as Sinister lists off all these qualities that the Devil is attracted to. "But yes, all of that, and the daddy issues." He says this much while moving along with the man, coming up behind him even as he is presenting his latest success with him. He wraps arms around Sinister while looking into the tank of mice. "Is that a fact? How many mice did it take to finally have some survivors?"

Sinister has posed:
The geneticist merely beams as he's teased. An arm slips around Lucifer reciprocally as the gaze at the mice in their little habitat. "Ten batches. The first six I just couldn't figure out the countermeasure for it and euthanized them before it got to a certain point. I actually had a breakthrough when I realized that I needed to inhibit the anabolic reactions in the cells somehow. The urge to build and fuel --" he gestures at the mice, all of which look quite healthy. "--All of these mice have the ability to naturally produce a polymerase inhibitor enzyme in their cells, as a countermeasure. They simply.. stop cell replication for a while, starving the growing foreign agent of the stone long enough to calcify the invasive element. I had to modify a particular leukocyte, that's the white blood cells that actively hunt foreign bodies and infectious agents... to be receptive to the stone's chemical make-up and modify phagocytes to emmulate osteocytes. They literally mass-bond to the foreign body and calcify themselves to make a shell around the agent." He sounds very proud of himself there, as he gestures around the zoological wonders about the place. "I had to splice genomes from the Walking catfish to help translocational osteosis be a possibility. So I moved the research to here." He smiles. "The last living example of the placoderm, or armoured fish. The rest of that family of fish died out in the devonian period."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods along, appreciating the fact that Sinister sort of breaks down some of the more technical wording that he's using so that it's better for him to understand. He follows the explanation as best he can and then tilts his head one way, the other, before giving another few nods. "I'm not going to try and re-explain any of that. I do think I understand most of what you have said." He offers this much before looking to the mice. "So they're all nice and healthy and doing all the normal thing that mice should be able to do?" Asking this even as he reaches into the tank - if he's not stopped - to pick one of the mice up and get a closer look at it.

Sinister has posed:
"Yes. Other than that they're permanently altered to react to energy draining effects. THey're supermice," Sinister replies with a smile. "Essentially, they became weak and slept for a lot of the time, whilst thier immune systems did the work, then perked up afterwards and went about their mousy lives. It was more or less a modification of my cancer ablation therapy. It just took me a while to think of a foreign element as a cancer, as the Apophis element isn't what one would classically think of as a cancerous entity. Once I altered my thinking... in part thanks to you... I realized I could adapt therapy."

Lucifer has posed:
"Thanks to me? How in the world did I help you science your way in and out of this one?" Asking this while Lucifer holds one of the mice in his hand, scritching it if it lets him and otherwise lets the mouse do mousy things. Like climb and explore - but only a bit. He does want to keep an eye on the critter so that he can safely place it back in the cage if he has to. "Still, it's good that you've come up with a sort of cure... but... are we scared that someone is going to be breathing in stone bits anytime soon?"

Sinister has posed:
"Well, no, not precisely, but knock-offs of the original apophis stones are still out there. I removed the one that was in the original victim that caught my attention but it had already done incalculable damage. Mind, the woman got her wish... that diet pill she took did the job, rather too well, I fancy." Sinister watches the mouse just doing what mice do, which is sniffing and scurrying. Feeding it a seed will probably make it do cute things. His head tilts as he studies it, tall and proud and with his hands tucked into the small of his back as he holds himself inadvertantly in the picture of victorian prim and proper.

After the consideration, he offers: "You make me think outside of the box. Tangentially, rather than laterally or obliquely. What I have learned from day to day interactions with you Lucifer, could fill volumes of scientific doctrine.... but I have no intention to share what I've learned. This is mine and mine alone, the ability to think beyond the field of usual and logical application. After all, extra-dimensional elements that have a mystical empowerment do not come into the purview of science on a daily basis. But there are rules that you obey, which are measurable and immutable, but not grounded in physics and biology in a strict sense. But knowing you... how you work, how your powers and abilities tap into a cosmic force beyond classical endeavour? You help."

Lucifer has posed:
Oh look, there's something on the table that Lucifer can pick up and feed to the mouse. It's a seed and he holds it until the mouse takes it to begin trying to crack it open and eat the inside. His gaze shifts to Sinister and he smiles. "Ah, I offer a perspective that you didn't consider to even exist or explore until you met me." He sums it up in a nice little sentence. "I like how you explained it better..." This with a chuckle and then he shifts to put the mouse back in the tank. "So...what else did you want to show me?" Asking this, and it's likely they'll spend some time down here, talking and letting Sinister show things off until they're done and then Lucifer may just go look for those crossroads since he's here anyway...

Sinister has posed:
Oh, there are many things that Lucifer ought to see whilst he's here. The sheer collection of snakes for one. Each of which has their own application of nature to science that is quite astounding -- the Copperhead, the Bushmaster, the Brown snake, the Russell's viper, the King cobra, the Diamond back Rattler... each of whom have contributed a great deal to Nathaniel Essex' understanding of how to deliver medical treatments. And the world, of course. A brief pitstop is had by the aquatic collection, where he expounds his studies of various marine life and thier own superpowers, including his attempts to replicate the abilities of the Immortal Jellyfish, which can revert itself to an early stage of its own lifecycle at will.

But all of it is catalogued. All of it could be looked at if the devil had an inclination.

Hunting for an elusive empowered crossroads is a different fish entirely. The tunnels are dark. Some of them there is no light at all, which means their route is utterly by memory or by extra sensory perception, some of which is come by naturally to Archangels, but less so for those that were once mortal men.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer enjoys all of it, seeing all the different animals - snakes and aquatic creatures especially because for some reason those might be his favorite. Though now that he's been here once, he can bring them here again in a hurry if need be. Or whenever they need to check on animals and experiments and such.

In the meantime, it's time to find a crossroads.

He'll lead Sinister by holding the man's hand at times, some spaces may become to narrow so he'll have Sinister hold his back pocket. There are sounds down here. Unearthly ones. Or maybe it's all in one's head? A wail here, a cackle there, and the devil's hand...is it still a hand? "Oh. I got your attention in a way the other day talking about my Mother. Did you have any more questions about that?" Perhaps trying to keep Sinister's mind occupied.

Sinister has posed:
"Well, yes. I have heard you rail against your father plenty of times, but never against your mother. And frankly, the sources of information in that regard are woefully lacking. I had assumed you simply sprung fully formed from a thought, via your ah..... your..." There's silence punctuated by a snort here, as Sinister fails to find the right words for the moment "...dammit, Creator doesn't sound appropriate. You never had a childhood, you never grew in the physical sense. I had assumed. And assumption I suppose, makes that ass out of u an me."

Fingers curl tight in the back pocket, because one never wants an accidental encounter with the sewer.

Lucifer has posed:
"Yes well..." Lucifer begins while they continue to make their way through the catacombs as careful as possible. He does pause here and there, just to make sure he still has his bearings and knows slightly where he's going. "I don't recall a child hood. I'm pretty sure the big bang that people talk about is a bit more literal than they actually perceive it to be." A chuckle is offered there. "I don't have much to say about mother, really. She watched my father cast me out, didn't do a damn thing about it, and then father cast her out not long after."

Pause for effect.

"She's been in hell ever since..." Well, "Aside from one moment of her escaping and a slight fiasco that caused. But otherwise... she's one of my demon's favorite play things..."

Sinister has posed:
It's nearly possible to /hear/ the slow blink behind, as Sinister digests this mental cookie. "That puts everything into a mad sort of perspective," he says quietly. There's more cogitation to follow, with fingers curling into the back pocket further. "So after this great celestial collision, you all popped into existence? That's an entirely unfair pregnancy, when you think about it."

More pause. "You know, you might be more accurately said to have 'parental' issues, overall, Lucifer. How did ... wait, I thought people couldn't escape from hell?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer stays silent for a moment before giving a shrug of his shoulders and a nod of his head. "I wouldn't even say she was ever pregnant. She's the Goddess of Creation. Likely just helped Father bring everything into place." He says this and then gives a chuckle at the last bit Sinister says. "Right. Thus the fiasco...cause her escaping Hell meant that dad was wrong. So...that was a disaster we had to fix pretty quickly..."

They turn down a corridor that slowly but surely begins to open up more and more wide until they can walk side by side. After several more feet, and a doorway of sorts later, they're entering a large circular room. Torches suddenly light up all around and there are three other exits not including the one they're coming from.

In the middle of the room stands a lone figure, encased by a cloak, and standing on what can only be a Summoning Circle. What's more is that this presence feels *familiar* to Nathaniel. Might even be an echo of Nathaniel's name floating around the room.

Sinister has posed:
"Well, omnipresent, omipotent, omniscient, infallible. Except there's two of them, so I think one or the other of them has to be letting something happen. I'm not sure I buy that though, devious and long-reaching with an overaching plan just makes you a manipulative bastard with a temper." Sinister muses /that/ too, pausing as steps slow. "Oh, we almost there?" Letting go of the pocket so that there's an easier adjustment to ingress, he all but pauses in the archway.

There's immediate suspicion, of course, eyes settling on Lucifer, then the figure in the middle of the circle. "Automatic trigger? The summoning crossroads equivalent of an answering machine?" he inquires.

Lucifer has posed:
"I have always said that my father is a bastard. No one ever really believes me. But then, why would they? Christians think he's the best person ever, athiests don't believe in him at all, and agnostics believe in A thing but not THE thing." Lucifer shrugs then. "Ah, this is it... actually..." He says and gestures to the now torch-lit room. "Kinda impressive still, if I say so myself. Oh and the summoning circle is still here..."

The figure in the middle of the room - which seems to not be seen by Lucifer? - floats a bit towards the two of them. The sound of Nathaniel's name intensifies and then there's a whisper of all different sorts of derogatory names the man's been called in all his years of existence. They echo and bounce and seem to be screamed but also whispered. A few tend to begin to take on familiar voices - parents, wife, even his children from his first marriage.

All the while, Lucifer has walked into the room and is near the summoning circle. He looks to be saying things but...nothing from the Devil can be heard by his Lover.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's lips twitch, a sour expression alighting on his face. But then, when weirdness intensifies, the ruby in his forehead manifests visibly and glows -- to the extend that it radiates light in an arc all around his forehead and his eyes, which were just dimly aglow, flare and edge toward white. Whispers, as many of them as there are, are pushed aside by quite THE potent mental shields.

Mental shields which Lucifer is now behind also, because he's linked up to Sinister's mind. <<Lucifer, see what I'm seeing. Hear what I'm hearing.>> -- a cast of the hand repeats the whispering and the shape of the figure in the centre of the room, invisible to the Celestial as it appears to be. <<Some asshat is playing silly buggers with me.>>

"I'll have you know that I wear most of those names as a badge of honour and I truly don't have a conscience in this regard. My parents are long dead. My wife bled out. My children were cursed by her inferior bloodline. What -exactly- are you trying to hound me with?" is politely, but firmly said to the .... spirit?

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes a moment, but soon he's also taking a step back once he can actually see the figure in the middle of the room. He also hears all the whispers that are bounced around the room and looks over to Sinister who has his ruby out and is pretty much isolating everything. He smirks, but then he scowls, mostly because he knows who this figure is and it's not impressing him.

Within the catacombs of Paris, where people are no longer allowed to travel - not even with a guide - there are stories that people have come anyway. They most often do not resurface and if they do, they recount tales that seem completely out of this world. Insane. And their minds are changed for forever. Here is one of the bits, but in the presence of the Devil, they tried to hide themselves - as most will say that there is a gate to Hell within the catacombs and here is the halfway point of reaching it. The Crossroads.

Lucifer's eyes flash hellfire and he stomps a foot down causing the figure to flail and fall flat on it's ass. There's a sudden gust of wind from nowhere and the robes rise to hit the ceiling leaving a mostly naked male figure scrambling and hiding it's eyes. As if it doesn't want to look his Master in the eyes. "We've talked about this, Stilskin...never when I'm around..."

All the whispers and such have, obviously, completely stopped.

Sinister has posed:
The flair for the dramatic has Sinister looking all around at the walls, then the figure as the wind upends him so ignominiously. He steps closer to the centre now, up and beside Lucifer and with a fwoosh of wind of his own, the black flame wings manifest and arch high, slowly, flaring out until they beshadow the figure on he floor and block out the candles. His gaze goes all the way to white flames as he stares down, lifts a hand and metronomes his finger side to side with a soft tut-tut-tut.

"Ach wie gud das neimann weiss das Ich Rumplestitlskin heist..." He leans a little closer to the figure. "Do not ever play silly games with my mind again. I have trapped more potent creatures than you in a prison you cannot escape from without my permission. Do -not- piss me off, are we clear?"

That done, he straightens up, wings still flared and looks about the place. "So, this is like a mystical telephone to the hellfire dimension is it?"

Lucifer has posed:
The demon - if it can be called that - finally gets up off his ass and gives a horrific giggle. "Did not mean to displease the Lord of Hell. Master is kind to not simply dispense of his legion." Eyes turn to the one who sprouts those black wings and that giggle comes again, but says nothing more before spinning in a pirouette and then disappears in a flash of smoke.

Lucifer lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Something like that. People tend to claim they see all sorts if they ever get this far. The shadows play tricks on even the strongest minds because they're unaware. And yes... there might be an entrance to the hellfire dimension. It's been a while since I've come here." A pause. "Sorry he did that...rest assured he won't again. But this is his home, in a sense, this is where I sent him to do his best work. I mean, at least you can admit he is good at what he does?"

Sinister has posed:
Letting his wings settle again, Nathaniel gives a begrudging nod of the head. "One will give credit where credit is due, if I were not me, that would have been extremely disturbing. As it is, a cheap parlour trick playing on the mind..." he glances at his wings. They're still up a bit and ruffled. "Oh, you two can stop that, too. Oversized pair of hackles..." They whirr, but remain a bit flared and mantled as he looks back.

"How was this established? Do you recollect? And I /do/ have to ask, did you ever answer summons yourself?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shifts just a bit so he can step behind Nathaniel and his hands lifts to begin running fingers over those ruffled feathers that don't seem to want to calm down. Soothe, rub rub, soothe, touching and caressing just to sort of settle them a bit. "Well yes, he also underestimated his target...or maybe he was just showing off that he could still work his tricks. I don't know. Demons are as demons shall be..."

A moment is taken to consider those next questions. "I don't...really remember? There's always been spots in the catacombs for cults to come and do their worshiping - no matter how strange or over the top their faith is. Likely back in some olden day witches and such came here to practice their magick. Makes sense that over time connections would just...linger. Or at the very least, become attached to the crossroads. And yes, I did answer summons myself. Gotta keep that quota." He grins then.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's chin lifts, his head rolling back a tad at the soothing and smoothing of the feathers. The wings seem to breathe as they're stroked, pushing against the hands as if to feel them more, then gradually, oh-so-gradually easing down to properly folded. And after a few minutes, toward the end of lucifer's recollections, they vanish with a whirr of primaries. "Have I mentioned lately how strange it is to feel the need to do that, when you're trying to make a statement? It's like an instinct; pissed off and boom. Wings. I've had to actively think about keeping them in once or twice." He inhales deeply, more or less instantly regrets it and idly fans the air just beneath his nose. "Note to self: Do not inhale too deeply, when in a sewer, even a dry one." Then he glances over his shoulder, turning thereafter to stand oblique to Lucifer.

"Where do the doors lead?" he asks, indicating the other passageways. "But I would suppose that makes sense. Much like a kiln, a crematorium, an abettoire or the like, enough repetition of an act leaves permanent hallmarks upon a place," A soft shake of the head and a chuckle follows, dry and soft. "I imagine it got you out and about."

Lucifer has posed:
"It helps make a statement. A point. It's all a part of the allure that comes with having wings and power to begin with." Lucifer explains. "Though, I've never thought about it. Sometimes I bring them out, sometimes I don't. I guess it depends on how much of an impact my eyes make..." As the wings disappear he smiles and then chuckles. "Yeah, ah, definitely not the best place to breathe in deeply... which is why we're lucky cause we don't need to breathe." Well, he doesn't, he forgets if Sinister technically has to still.

"Further into the catacombs, and mostly into mazes with no exit. At this juncture, there really is no way back to the surface except by going forwards, sideways and upside down." He offers. "I mean yeah, for a little bit...but in those times this is just the structure. It sort of became...uhm...apart from itself? Like we were here, but never actually *here*..."

Sinister has posed:
"True. Although if I want to make sound, it helps. And sometimes it still occurs simply for the sake of muscle memory, mostly trained out..." Sinister rubs his nose instead, finger and thumb closing his nostrils a few times until with a sniff, he smiles. "Much better," then quietly. "I can't do the eye thing. Not the same way. Blind, abject terror and the worst migraine you've ever had, sure. But the eyes are just red and glowing, unless they flare some. Or I'm being dramatically polymorphic, I suppose." He looks up at the archways, moves to stand in one and stare on into the dark. Then to the other two and back to the first. There is a frown. "Ah, I see. Once you enter you are within the reality beneath the reality, inside the labyrinth. That passage won't go back the way it's supposed to?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Well I like how your wings flare to prove a point anyway so... there's that. It becomes you, really, and it is a part of who you are now. Embrace it, my lovely Raven." This said as he steps closer and proffers a hug and a nuzzle. "Ah, yes. That's about the way of it. Perhaps by design or by mysticism... who knows. But we can get out easily enough. Either back to your lab or home or wherever." He grins. "Nothing can really stop me from going one place from another except for very extreme circumstances. So we... by default ...are never lost."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister softs his breath out, eyes closing and lips pulling the smallest smile at the pet name, they're not all that common. Thusly, it's mildly surprising, but not that much, when he's embraced. Only his eyes were surprised, after all, the rest of him was totally ready for it. Although when he cracks one of them open and glances around again, he can but giggle a bit. He attempts to stifle it, but it just comes out as a snort instead. "There's something just a little bit amusing about all this, you know. This..." an arm goes around, the other gestures at the cross-roads and catacombs "...is the stuff of nightmares and thriller movies. But for us, it's sightseeing and trips down memory lane. And I'm imagining the singularity of time having a laugh on some cultist or black magician, viewing 'My lovely raven' and the Devil himself all happy and cuddlesome and having a serious crisis of identity."

Lucifer has posed:
"Amusing. Appealing. Inviting. All sorts of things, yes." Lucifer offers. He's not entirely sure what to say to most of it, having really made his points and Sinister's responded in kind. "So... where shall I take us then? I mean we could always explore the rest of the catacombs if you truly wish, but without a light source there's nothing but nightmares to guide one through..." He chuckles then.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister chuckles more. "REally, those crazy kids should just listen to the soundtrack, shouldn't they?" He moves a foot toward one archway "Nuuuuuuuuuh-nuh..." then another "...NUUUUUUUUUH-nuh..." and the third "NEE-NEE-NEE-NEE!" Swinging himself about face to face with Lucifer, arms around him, loosely. "La-di-dah-didah. Just give in. He can teleport. You'll be out of here with your socks and underwear intact." With a big grin, he looks up at the ceiling. "Maybe a snack in one of the cafes on Montparnasse and then home?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer raises a brow and then gives a laugh at Sinister's antics. "You know, I love how you've become a bit more open and...somewhat...silly's not the right word I want to use but... playful? Than when I first met you. I mean I love Serious Sinister but Playful Sinister is fun too." He wraps arms around and nods. "A cafe and then home. Oui, oui mon ami!" And so that's where they go, to enjoy a cafe in France and then home to New York.