14812/The Raging Archangel

The Raging Archangel
Date of Scene:	16 March 2023
Location:	Darlington Park, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Lucifer had some energy to spend and Sinister obliges. Nick stays to watch everything up to and including Lucifer flying home. Naked.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Phantasm (Drago), Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Sunnydale is a place known for the supernatural. Mostly vampires. Actually, likely almost always vampires. Yet there are beings that exist here, creature and person alike, with a link to the arcane. Magick stores selling bits and bobs, practicing witches and warlocks forming covens and sacred bonds. The Devil could do a lot of wonders here if he ever found himself bored enough to show himself to a coven or two.

But no.

No Lucifer is here for a more personal reason. Even after the night he and Sinister shared a moon or two before, there's still something pent up inside him that he just can't figure out what to do with. So what if a few sheets, lines and balls of fire go up into the air and then disappear? The ground isn't being scorched, nothing is being destroyed, and Lucifer is....having fun? Venting? Letting it all out? Who's to say. There's likely safer places to do this too but - for now - this works.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Let's be honest, Nick may have been expecting some form of festivities with a holiday that bastardizes beer by dying it green just a day away. But walls of fire in the park with fireballs? The hell?

The phantasmed bird flies over to soon find that to be a proper assessment as he spots the devil being the source of the pyro display. Curious, and needing to see what' going on, the bird flies in closer, making sure to avoid the pillars of flame that pop up near his flight path. Upon getting closer, he lands upon a nearby park bench, watching quietly for a few more moments.

Sinister has posed:
It is just about the weirdest kind of fireworks display that there could be for now. Park benches are a nice viewing spot though as dusk descends -- Ooooh, aaah, pretty! Except without the booms or the sparkles or the whizzes. Maybe a few individuals even think that's exactly what this is.

Sinister, legs folded at the knee, is all neat and tidy where he sits, a slim black tailored jacket doing wonders for a slightly retro style, the leather is shiny. There's also a raven on either side of the park bench, looking up at the fire displays with black beady eyes, this way and that. The birds don't seem remotely scared by the phenomenon.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lets a few more fire flights go before he just yells out in anguish and then huffs a scoff. "God damnit. No matter what I do I still feel something all pent up inside and it isn't letting to." The Devil speaks, looking over to Sinister and then sees the two ravens next to him on the park bench, a chuckle coming from him then. As he walks towards Sinister he also notices a hint of movement and his gaze shifts to the third raven sitting there without seeming a care in the world. "Nice to see you pop in, Nick." It's a presence thing. Lucifer's used to it now. "Any ideas, Nathaniel? I'm open to suggestions at this point. Cause I cannot just go a raze an entire city. That would be bad."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The phantastic one of the raven crowd glances over to the other birds for a moment before looking back to the display. When the flames finish and the frustrated cries are emitted, the bird gives a slow nod. Ah. "Is it like the feeling of just being stuck in a monotonous cycle or there's stuff just in your way from doing what you want?"

Sinister has posed:
First one bird, then the other makes a soft caw; the left one (the sinister) wings up to land on Lucifer's shoulder, there to preen the hairs around his ear and rub its beak. It turns eyeballs at the exact same time as the other, onto the third bird. Sinister has his eyes on the devil though.

"There's several extra-hell dimension beasts that wander around here, toasting one of /them/ wouldn't be a disservice to the township..." he shrugs, though. "I think this might be more than simple destruction you're needing to vent, though. Maybe? Perhaps this is less about the over angelification and more about the reason for it? It could be that /what/ you are, wants answers and that whole wrath incarnate whatnot. Good evening, Nick. Good question, but probably a complicated answer."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer leans a bit into the preening beak of Sinister-raven while listening to the question posed from Nick and the offerings from Sinister himself. "No. I'm not questioning anything. If that were the case I'd be more brooding than wanting to destroy things." He turns his head a bit to look in Nick's general direction. "I threw too much power into something and didn't get enough kick back. So now I'm sort of stuck with this want to be all destroy, fire, brimstone, suffer... which isn't a feeling I like..." It's a feeling he had to shoulder one too many times in Hell for the sake of his duty there. He gave up that duty, and he doesn't really want it back. "Anyway... if we see an extra hell-dimension beastie, wouldn't be too bad to take it out. Or I go with the original option B and just go lay waste in Hell for a little while."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird tilts his head to the description of the causing factor. "...Wait- Are you saying you're having a tantrum because of performance issues or a lack of return on investment?"

Sinister has posed:
The right raven fluffs up alll the feathers on its head and neck, letting out a single churlish kind of sound that's an awful lot like a laugh. "Hush you," the sidelong from Sin, he reaches up and shuts the raven's beak with a pinch of fingers. He looks at the Nick raven though, with a drop of his chin and an arch of an eyebrow, sliding grey eyes over to Lucifer to guage -that- response.

Meanwhile, the one on the devil's shoulder takes wing, soaring up into the night sky, and away, to some dark venture perhaps.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shoots a LOOK over to Nick and then curls his lips into a smirk. "I do not have performance issues. The issue is that when we were within the other dimension, I went all Archangel on Evil Sinister, broke the diamond in his forehead... but the kickback was...lacking. And I still have some pent up unused energy... but no where to safely put it. Least not here..." He leans his head back to look up at the sky a moment. "Like I just want to fly into the skies and unleash this power down upon somewhere. Hell on Earth like. But without really making Hell on Earth..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Oh. So more like you built up a lot of energy expecting the battle to end all battles and it was more- pfft." The raven makes a whistling sound while extending a feather like a finger, swishing it about to illustrate the path of a balloon being let go and blowing all over the place.

The bird grows quiet for a moment, figuring he's losing the audience with this line of discussion. "...That reminds me... I've heard about cursed coins where if people come in contact with them they're getting possessed by fallen angels or demons and just, burning up in the process. Is there any truth to that, and if so would dealing with something like that be a good outlet for this excess energy?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister glances up at the sky, then down at his lap. The remaining Raven on his right hand side looks at him then also looks at his lap. Thumbs a'twiddle. There's a small intake and exhale of breath, not as much as a sigh, but a little greater than a huff.

In the very distance, but audible, is a bellow, a bit like that of a crocodile.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods towards Nick-raven. "Precisely that. The diamond exploded and then...there was nothing. I landed. I bound the bad Sinister in chains that I knew he couldn't escape from. And we took him back. The end. I was still in Archangel form when we exited the psyche." He offers this in explanation further and then raises a brow hearing the rest of what Nick has to say and ask. "I mean... I've never heard of such things? But remind you the mythos of Hell is drawn by many a deity. So maybe not me, but someone else?"

He's about to say something to Sinister who has gone quiet, but then his ears perk at that distant sound. "...Should we be able to hear a crocodile from this far away? I didn't even think crocs existed in Sunnydale..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird nods to the suggestion of perhaps another deity being responsible, "Alright, I'll bring it up with Harry. I've already told him you had better things to do than something like that." He gives a glance over to the bird of Sin.

The bellow from the distance causes for Nick to turn his head once more. The purplish black bird tilts his head. Lucifer's comments about crocodiles makes him wonder. "Other than Florida, I don't think there's crocodiles in the US at all. But- In Sunnydale I wouldn't rule anything out."

Sinister has posed:
From the otherwise quiet one on the bench: "It's not a crocodile. I don't know what it is, but that is certainly not it. It's coming this way by the by." He negligently flips a hand in an arc and a dome forms over himself and his raven side-kick. Not over anyone else, it might be noted, though: "Nick, do you require a bubble of shielding? I don't know. Luci most definitely doesn't."

Another bellow, this one closer and then a surge in the water cracks some of the last little ice-patches by the shore and one raven, winging it like a hellhound were on its tailfeathers, comes barrelling in toward them from along the shore and dives straight toward the group.

Lucifer has posed:
"I truly do. Exploding humans with fallen angel power is definitely not in my pocket of things I let happen." Lucifer offers this once more to Nick, like he's simply re-confirming the bird-man's thoughts.

Then his attention turns towards where Sinister is pointing to. As the ice cracks on the lake and something begins to emerge. "Oh... this sounds like it's going to be fun..." A look back to Sinister with a grin. "Testing me, my love?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
When Sinister inquires to his need for shielding, the bird gives a shrug, "Eeeeh I should be fine?" The questioning tone's not meant to worry but, it's Sunnydale. It could be a magic threat and magic's kind of got its own rules.

As the raven comes barreling in, Nick shifts to the side to allow the bird a chance to fly behind the group. "...I think we should sit this out and let Lucifer handle this." There's a hint of amusement to the tone, "Since he's got the excess energy and all."

Sinister has posed:
"Testing? No. I just am hoping to flip the switch on your pressure cooker and let some of the steam escape," Sinister replies, flicking his wrist again toward Nick this time and another dome arcs over the raven and the... other raven. It isn't even panting, which is probably significant. Regardless, "Indeed, Nick. I'm sure if he needs us, we can poke our hands in."

A very small bow-wave impacts the shore, because truly there's only so much that can be displaced without there being an earthquake. The creature is probably about the size of a bus, overall and about the same general mass. Four ropey tentacles with sharp hooks at the end, the kind that usually get found on such things as Humbolt squid, lift and sniff at the air somehow. Its head is crocodilian, but easily twice the size of an elephant's and it does sport tusks, too! Armour plated and piggy eyed, the squat tail is beaverish and clearly for propelling it through liquid. And gawds does it stink! Mostly of stagnant water and storm drain.

Lucifer has posed:
"Sulphur and brimstone... the fuck did this thing come from?" Lucifer asks, waving a hand in front of his nose. "I've smelt better things come out of Hell compared to the likes of you..." Okay. Tentacles. Croc head. Tusks. This is one ugly creature, and it's threatening the city! So Lucifer can play hero, let off some steam and everyone goes home happy.

So long as no one else knows this was all here.

Course, as much as he does fun things with fire, he can't just shoot at this thing. It looks armored. Ugly in the eyes too.

Holding a hand out, Lucifer's barely-used-sword of fire and steel forms in his hands, his own eyes flash hellfire, and he Grins(tm). "Alright tall and ugly. Let's dance..." And he takes off running towards the creature with sword held high.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As another bubble forms around Nick and the other raven, the bird looks to it. "Thank you." He offers in response, glancing over to Sinister. He looks back over to the creature coming in, frowning for a moment. Thoughts of the hidden lab with the creatures spliced together comes to mind. Judging from the appearance of the creature, he should be thankful that smell is one of the senses he loses when phantasmed. Ew.

When the sword appears. The bird's head nods in a silent approval. That's a pretty cool way for a sword to show up. The closest thing he has to a sword effect would involve asking something of one of Lucifer's siblings, whiiiiich he's not all that inclined to do at the moment. "Have fun!"

Sinister has posed:
The beasty squares to the incoming Devil-charge, its squat legs spreading a bit wider and lowering its centre of gravity with a digging in of stubby and blunted claws. Those were not really designed to be weapons but tools, luckily enough. Incoming, incoming, it gives that low bellow once again and once Lucifer is within range, a tusked snoot comes a'swinging around at the same time as two of the tentacles attack from opposite directions; the aim is to deflect the incoming strike and possible lacerate with the sharp 'hook teeth' in the tentacle ends. Or snag. It might look ugly, but it actually has a measure of intelligence. Big sharp firebrand is probably not what it wants hitting it, ysee!

"It was rooting around in the storm drains, moving toward a school. I thought it might be advisable to give it a headache and a goose chase." Sin calls over, looking to the Nickraven after. "You're welcome. I figure it's good for potential body part shelter."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer isn't really going to need help. He's either going to wind up killing the beast - which means they'll have to find a way to get rid of it - or he'll end up causing it to sink back where it came from. All he needs to do is expell some energy, some force, and having an actual focal point for such does wonders.

He manages to sprout wings and take to the skies just before the tentacles get him, but his sword strike was deflected. He calculates some things for the moment and then grins. It may not be holy water, but Lucifer runs hot enough he could likely make regular water boil. And with the energy he needs to expunge? Well...

So he dives down, not towards the creature, but into the water. There, he sits. He doesn't have to breathe, so he can just sit there pouring his energy out until the lake begins to boil - it won't take much time considering really.

Croc-squi-beaver soup anyone?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The raven frowns to the mention of the creature advancing towards a school. Considering the amount of supernatural creatures that target the young, the creature's motivation equation is not totaling out to sunshine and happiness.

"Good call." Nick admits, eyes narrowing as he watches the battle going forth. His thoughts seem to focus more to the fight currently going on, the movements of the creature and the general response performed by the angel.

When Lucifer pilots himself into the water, the bird's head tilts once more. Odd move. But as some fish in the water start to float to the surface it becomes clear what's going on. Ok, that's not something he can do...

Sinister has posed:
That was a good idea that was, except... the thing is clearly aquatic and although it is low slung and piggy eyed, those tentacles have the ability to smell, just like a squid's would. And like most things big and small, it can tell the difference between hot and cold. And disturbances in its element. The water /does/ begin to boil, this is true enough, the creature shifting its weight some as things become a bit uncomfortable and it readjusts to the devil's current position. Then? You do know it's got a big flat, powerful tail, right? It sort of does a crab-wise shuffle through twelve to three of the clock and brings its butt around for one hefty, flat-surfaced thwack. Like tennis with angels. It follows that up with all four tentacles hitting the mud and pushing upward, to do one of those terrifyingly mosasaur kinds of jaw snaps!

Being accidentally eaten isn't likely to kill Luci, is it? nah. But it might be amusing to watch the after effects. And you never know. That MIGHT cause a blink or two!

"I thought so," Sin comments, extracting a small bag from his coat pocket. Sherbert lemons. He proffers them, after having taken one.

Lucifer has posed:
Well now. This likely wouldn't be good for most anyone else. For Lucifer? It's just another day in paradise! Still, he'll have some things to say once he's back on the outside from the inside of this disgusting beastie.

<<It ATE me!>> Comes words suddenly into Sin's brain. <<Also, it smells HORRIBLE in here. Is this what people smell when they get a whiff of sulfur and brimstone?! Absolutely disgus--awww and now I've got stomach acid on my shoe!>> He continues the rant for a moment, but even while he's ranting, he's busy. Outwards are armored, innards not so much. The creature likely makes a flailing sort of gesture, like it wants to quickly evacuate something bad that it ate. Welp, times up!

There's a sudden burst of fire and energy, and the exploding inside out of the croc-squi-beaver creature. Viscera and chunky flesh bits begin to fall everywhere!

And there in the middle of the carcass that once was is Lucifer, who for a moment looks pissed at the world...until he begins to double over with laughter.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks to the offered treat and smiles, shaking his head. "No thanks you. I don't eat when like th-." The bird stops, "Did it ju-?" Nick does not get to finish his question as the sky is filled with whatever-the-hell-that-thing-is's guts. As it pitter patters downwards, bouncing off of the loaned dome, the bird sighs. "I'm so...so...SO glad I can't smell or taste anything right now."

Threat gone, Nick looks over towards Lucifer, watching quietly as the club owner still seems quite put off for a few moments. But upon the laughter, the beak twists into a smile as well. "Feeling better I take it?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister puts his hand over his mouth at whatever was thought to him, the attempt to stifle the grin more or less successful. <<I can only imagine...>> comes the brief reply. The intent though, was enough for him to thicken the dome of protections a little, to make sure that the rain of croc-squi-beaver doesn't crack that it. Only when the mist of fleshy bits, innards, guts, partially digested nasty and bone fragments have utterly landed, does he lower the domes.

"Definitely one for the memoirs, then my love?" the laughter is contagious and that's said between snickers.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer flaps wings to sort of fly-glide close - but not too close - wait...

Lucifer first takes to the skies for a quick jump-dive back into the water. He does a little dance, washes off as much viscera as he can and the fish that were boiled earlier come back to life and carry on like normal.

He also comes out of the water and begins to fully burn-char-ash away the pieces around the park. Making sure that none will know of what happened here.

"Much better. However, once done here I'll need some Sin-clothing so we can drop this entire suit and shoes to the cleaners. Then go home so I can deep cleanse that stench away." He glances to Nick. "By the by, did you stay at the Penthouse any? Enjoy your time?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Bubbles and threat gone, the bird shifts forms, becoming very Nick like, save for the mirrored effect on the man. Judging from appearances, the threat may be gone but the stink probably lives on. He idly looks to the mess before Lucifer's question brings him back. "Hmm? Oh the Penthouse is nice. I did play your piano a bit. When you weren't back after awhile, I figured it might be better if I waited at home for you to just call me."

Sinister has posed:
"I think that can be arranged," Sin replies, popping another sherbert lemon in his mouth to suck on. There's a grin for Lucifer though, even as he's watching the clean up, the burn up and the friendly questioning. "You do more than I. I can manage chopsticks, when nobody is looking." Dusting his lap off, he glances to the pair of ravens, both of whom take flight straight at him and kind of... poof into his personage.

Moments get spent adjusting his cuffs, flexing wrists, then with a crack of every single knuckle on both hands, he weaves out of his own skin, pulling the form of a container of sorts out of his own self. It's molded, shaped, transforms from skin to steel and seems in the end to be an air-tight box. It's floated off a ways, opened remotely by mindpower and is gestured at imperiously with a reverse-nod and point. "I'll note: it may be better to just bury that suit in the bottom of the ocean. But at least in that, we can prevent everyone in a mile's radius from getting nauseus."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer huffs a little. "But these were my favorite shoes..." Though he does, begrudgingly, go towards the box and strips down to his birthday suit. The clothes are all put into the box so that he is naked, with no shame, and the stinky ruined clothes are ready for burial.

"Well Nick. It was a pleasure to see you. Perhaps we can regale you with our tale on our next meeting." The Devil gives a Grin(tm) and then looks himself over. "Eh. I'll fly home like this...it's a bit more freeing..." And then he just...takes off to the skies to do just that.