14334/Just a feather

Just a feather
Date of Scene:	23 April 2022
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	Okay, so it was a foul trick played. Happy birthday Nathaniel Essex.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
Nights are delights at times, boors at others and sometimes, they are just a smorgasboard for those that can sense the urges that lie inside the human (and inhuman) heart. Tonight was, well, to say that it was rather fun for the devil is probably not an understatement. Occasionally after all, the club gets rented out for events; often galas, sometimes auctions, sometimes opportunities to rub shoulders or perform a sting and occasionally it's ahhhm... fetish night. Yes, that was a very, very satisfying experience for the consumate Host, no doubt.

It's the end of that night though, a few individuals are still packing up, one or two at the bar are having an after hours tipple, demonstrations and podiums are being collapsed and for once, at the end of the evening, people are putting their clothing back -on- rather than the other way around. There were quite a number of very interesting and interested faces here, that was for sure.

The moon is very full. It must bring out the animal instinct or the urge to cavort...

Lucifer has posed:
Not only was the Devil loving all the nourishment he was getting from the lust and carnage that filled the club tonight, he also used this as a way to give Sinister a certain kind of present. Of course he played into his voyeur tendencies in some areas - for those of the exhibitionist mind. Then there were the rounds or two that he went on the rack at Sinister's hands (if the man wanted) or with others who wanted a go at the Devil. You can have a fetish and not really make it sexual after all. This was a night to enjoy anything one's heart could desire - and perhaps a little more.

With the end of the night upon them, Lucifer is now fully dressed once again and trying to shuffle most of the people out the door. All the cleanup is happening with a staff of people who will surely keep their lips sealed with what's happened this night and everyone goes home happy and satisfied.

Lucifer comes up behind Sinister after a moment and nuzzles into his neck from behind. "Happy Birthday."

Sinister has posed:
There was a time or two taken on the cross of Saint Andrew. Who doesn't love a good flogging? And for that matter a drawing on the hoist that was brought. Nothing quite like it to get the kinks out of the spine, than to be stretched and held taut like an elastic band, mid air. You have to have good muscle tension to manage it though. Broad shoulders roll back just slightly at the nuzzle from behind, the head rolling to the side as a gaggle of puppy players finally get their leashes under control and out the door. Sweeping commences, literal and metaphorical, with poking noses into bathrooms etcetera.

"This will be one to remember, I feel, simply because I haven't really done anything memorable in years. Oh, with the exception of deciding to build a new creation or two..." A glance back is given, though he swallows rather thickly. "I do hope it was fine dining at its best, however. I would be quite vexed if you hadn't indulged."

Lucifer has posed:
"Quite fine dining indeed..." Lucifer offers, and then tilts his head at the last thing that Sinister says. "Oh I indulged plenty, my love. We will definitely have to do this again. Perhaps sooner rather than later... oh but how limber the body feels after a few rounds of unadulterated fun..." He offers this while shifting to stand more at Sinister's side than behind him.

There's a pause as he side eyes the man aside him. "And you? Please tell me you indulged yourself in a few areas? I would hate for myself to have had some fun and you did not..."

Sinister has posed:
"T'was a study in the psyche of a crowd, very different than other crowds. I may have dipped in and out all over. It has me rather hungry, truth be told. Do we have any bar snacks left over?" You know, the kinky ones that the chefs only got to make for tonight. Sausages and fun. Burger baps and artful arrangements. Peeling vegetables in an interesting manner. He looks over, almost through Lucifer for a moment, nostrils flaring. "Ohhh, yes, we do..." taking stock, he darts eyes sidelong. "And I do love practicing with the cat of nine tails," just dropping that out.

There's a mild urgency though, something he rarely does given there's a surprised yelp from the sunken and hidden stair alcove to the kitchens, as someone got a thought thrown into their head all unexpectedly. "And a bloody mary, I think. Or something with zest."

Lucifer has posed:
"I was going to say, we should have plen--..." Lucifer begins only to stop himself when it's announced that they do have more foods for the man to eat. At the comment about the cat of nine tails, Lucifer just grins. "Well you can practice that any time you like, love, and you have the perfect most willing subject to practice on as well..." This much before he hears that yelp and spies a mid-thought tangled Sinister.

"Bloody mary? Alright...Well do you want zest or do you want spicy? Or a little of both?" Asking this much as he will use the answer to determine just want drink he'll make up for the man.

Sinister has posed:
"Both, I think. Yes. Both sounds capital," Sinister stares a moment longer toward the kitchen alcove, then 'starts' out of it with a wolfish grin. There's a fire burning just beneath the surface of his gaze, for sure -- Jez, aka: Jeremy, one of the part timers, brings out a tray of whatever was left over from the fun fooding, including some rather beautiful arrangements of food that were never actually used in the nantaimono that was demonstrated. Japanese fetishism; always make sure you have some extra finely prepared food designs, just in case you drop it wrong off your naked model. Can't be having that, now. "I shall have to bring out the one with all the knots in the leather," he murmurs, only to settle and fidget. He doesn't appear to be aware of just how much he's doing it, but it's extremely subtle in its own way -- Still of body, moving the eyes, excizing a very slight line with a fingernail. Moving the hips oh-so-slightly.

"You know, I rather liked the food fetishism. That might go down well as a social deviancy at one of the more lavish dos that happen around here sometimes." The sausages are snagged, chicken wings, a couple of kinky carrots, but mostly the meat and they are consumed at a strangely polite guzzle.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer notes all the little things. The way Sinister is acting, from the sort of gluttony over food - meats in particular - to the desire for something zesty and spicy to drink. Still, he smiles and turns to make a quality bloody mary - but he makes it spicier than normal and adds a bit more zesty zing to it in the form of lemon-lime salt. "I know you sometimes have to eat to replenish a bit of yourself, your energy...and that you don't have to eat all the time...but right now you're seeming like a wolf who hasn't eaten in days and just found a bountiful buffet." He offers this while handing over the drink. "Wash it down, love, and maybe slow down just a bit. You're not completely human anymore, but that doesn't mean you have a black hole in your stomach."

Sinister has posed:
Cocking his head up at the challenge in the form of observation, "You take that back, I am not remotely human any more..." he shouldn't be doing that with that sausage, using it to gesticulate with. The end is bitten off, with a solid chomp, but he snorts amusement with it, dipping the bitten end in mustard, an incline of the head given at the presentation of superlatively spiced beverage. That slathered end is used to gesture once, again. "Technically, I'm a plant. I occasionally photosynthesize. You, too." He snickers "We're artfully attired vegetation." But thereafter, on advisement he does slow down, toying with the carrot as if to fend off the chicken wings.

"Do you suppose anyone knew this was my birthday bash?" Odd question to ask. Also, he takes out his pocket watch, with big ben engraved on it and pops it open, tapping a black and white painted fingernail just so on the moon phase showing on the dial.

Lucifer has posed:
"You are not *entirely* human anymore, and quit trying to fight me on the verbage I use. Hell between all the genetic twisting and turning you've done to yourself, plus adding celestial into the mix... the fates know what the bloody hell you are anymore." Lucifer offers, mostly in jest, and eyes the sausage for the moment that it's gestured at him before the tip is bitten off. "I do hope you never look at my cock as hungrily as you're devouring that sausage..." More off color commentary, but it feels like it must be said. "Also, we are not vegetarian by any means, nor are we plants that photosynthesize... I get about as much nutritional value from the sun as I do from a steak - which is none." At this point, he's going to need a whiskey just to get over all the innuendos he's skipping around at this point.

"I don't...really think anyone knew really. Me, myself and I of course. Some of the staff... but none of those who attended..." A pause. "Did you want them to know?" Then he glances to the pocket watch, noting the moon phase being shown. "Full again?"

Sinister has posed:
"I'm rather certain I don't know any more, other than to say I am the future architect of proactive chimerism. Mind, I doubt that I could recreate what I accomplished, desperation has its own motivation behind it. But I imagine that lesser beings than yourself might be helpful," Essex scoffs mildly at the inferance, batting his lashes once, rather slow. "I would never dream... although it would be an honourable mention in the Darwin awards," the carrot is peeled, or rather flayed into its pieces, nibbled upon with a crunch and a nod.

"A month since, yes." He looks upward toward the ceiling, smiling satisfied to himself a moment. "Do I get to be exceptionally smug now, or later? Our little laddiebuck from the highlands, Callum... is sleeping soundly."

Lucifer has posed:
"You can be as smug as you want to be anytime you wish to be it. Whether it actually has merit is another thing entirely." Lucifer quips with a sparkle to his eye. "At least there is that... and there is also the other one." A pause. "Never did go and actually search for her grandmother, did we?" Asking this with a slight wince. Cause that's a piece of the puzzle he'll need to begin...something with the woman. Watching Sinister flay a carrot is an interesting thing, and he'll reach for a piece of cheese to nibble on a moment.

Sinister has posed:
"No, we did not. But we need to. She isn't...wasn't the priority for me though. What he told me, was that if it's stopped from fulling taking hold before a certain point, it is treatable as one might do a particularly pernicious immune disorder. She on the other hand, is a different story -- she is a true cure, not a prophelactic." Sinister muses, watching the cheese with a similar fascination. Hunger, it begets hunger, on and on. "One can cure proto-lycanthropy of that ilk, by what is essentially genetic ablation and restoration, as long as the organism has not been entirely converted. In other instances, however..."

He pops the last of the sausage in his mouth and takes a deep breath, exhales it and draws another in deep, hands grasping the edge of the bar top as he hunches his shoulders up. The black and white nails elongate and hook into blunted but vicious claws, to be stared at with that hunger in his gaze amplifying to a red glow in their core. It all then melts away as he lets his true face out.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well that's fair. Can deal with her and the genetics of it any time. When I think with Callum there is a certain...time limit? Like you were saying, since we stopped him from turning fully...well.." There it was. Sinister said it, so Lucifer doesn't need to repeat it, really. Though he does watch his lover for a lingering moment, especially once the man begins taking deep breaths, those nails elongate, and then... oh no...

"Nathaniel? You're... but that can't be... We stopped it. We... we healed it..." Didn't they? His feathers are supposed to heal someone fully. So why does it seem like the man is turning into a beast. "What's going on?"

Sinister has posed:
Werewolf! All that was human sublimed, it was very smooth though. Very smooth, indeed. Like a natural, rather than a forced transformation. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr "...RRRRRRRRrrrrarr. Who knew, it left an imprint." Black as black, with glowing red eyes and ebony talons. "Oh, sorry..." GRrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaar! Ears prick, then twitch backward, followed by standing tall, reaching for another chicken wing. This is little more than a morcel tossed to waiting jaws. "Infection then cure on a shapeshifter seemed to leave an imprint. I never felt like I got the proportions right, when I was practicing this before." Sinister gestures at himself, by way of indication.

"You can smack me if you like."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer just kinda stares at Sinister for a moment and then shakes his head. "So, you got bit. You were going to transform in a wholly nasty and forced way a month ago, which we cured with a feather..." He starts. "But it left something on your genetic makeup so now you can simply.." Wiggling fingers as he finishes, "turn into this?" A pause. "Or...did you do something without me knowing? I mean I don't mind either way cause..." Well, he could think of a NUMBER of things those claws can do. "In fact. Upstairs. Now. We're going to put some of this primal of yours to a very thorough test. In the bedroom. Right now." And off he goes to head upstairs and bedroom-ward.