16693/Double Dragon, Italian style

Double Dragon, Italian style
Date of Scene:	02 February 2025
Location:	Hotel D'Azure -- Somewhere in Florida
Synopsis:	The Dragos reunite. It is a thing. It even touched a cold heart.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer, Phantasm (Drago)

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Sinister has posed:
So, what happens when you get two dragos in the same place at the same time? Reality MIGHT just collapse. Or it might devolve into a world full of awkward glances and silence.

Or there might just be odd drinks had, from the same pitcher, so that its clearly evident there's no drugs involved (or they're exceptionally tolerant of it all) but also, there's just minibar bottles. And snacks in snack packs. And absence of the usual kinds of hospitality that the Devil and his Sin are known for.

Quiet music plays. The curtains ARE drawn to prevent potential sniping...

And unbeknownst, there's static interference, heat interference and destabilization and a strange effect where the penthouse of the hotel simply ceases to exist in all senses of perception. It is still there, but sometimes mutation makes for an odd power set.

The brain tumor of a poor teenager that was 'saved' by the Doctor used to make finding their room so hard to do. They were, after all, invisible to everyone... all the time... made it very hard to treat them.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer wouldn't tell Nick what was up. Nope. Just a post-concert surprise. And one hell of a surprise it would be. How do you just tell someone they're going to see their father?

And yes, Lucifer is not going to play the proper host this time around. He's more interested in how all of this is going to go down. Perhaps be ready to flee with either a Savio or a Nick...depending on how it goes.

He enters with Nick, as Savio's already been taken to the room. Set there waiting...and waiting...and...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The mini bar bottles and snacks were likely provided by the hotel and consequently though available... they are not partaken in. Instead the guest of the guests, one Savio Carmine Drago stands quietly, glancing about the room. Sure, he's had the practice and training to get visual cues for the layout of the room he's in but the DEA didn't train him on another matter.

Long delayed reunions.

Then again they also severely dropped the ball on extracting him from his assignment so- is it really that surprising?

As the elevator doors part in, Nick follows alongside Lucifer, glancing to the devil curiously as he tries to sus out what the surprise is. Head turning, he first takes notice of Nathaniel but the presence of another figure in the side of his vision causes for him to continue to turn his head to observe the newcomer.

The beard and long hair doesn't help with the connection. But despite that, there's a general sense of...familiarity with the man before him. Nick's eyes squint, trying to place the figure. Supposing the surprise as being meant to be a good type there might not be as as much caution as usual. But as he realizes the other man is just standing there, his brows lift.

Savio is quiet, letting Nick take his time to visually process what's going on while taking advantage of the closer proximity to take in a visual assessment of the younger one. It doesn't take him as long. Nick hasn't really changed much visually for the past few years. But the general countenance around Lucifer seems...encouraging.

Savio smiles, bringing a hand up to remove the hat, giving a better view of the eyes. "It's been a long time, Michael."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister finishes with his last gadget -- the mystically sensitive might realize that there IS something going on here, the chaos is being woven in weird ways, thanks to that last 'invisible to the whole world' gadget.

He nods to himself, looks over toward Lucifer as the archangel arrives with his long-distant nephew, the red eyes of his shifting focus to son, then to father in this encounter.

Fruity drinks are poured. Two. One is brought to Lucifer, whereupon he stands, one hand reached to the opposite hip. A loose possessive arm-around.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer does a little shuffle-shuffle away from Nick as the kid walks in to find himself standing face to face with his father. Then he's joined by Nathaniel, handed a fruity drink, and wrapped in a loose yet possessive arm-around.

<<Twenty bucks says someone is getting punched. Just not sure if it'll be before or after the hug...>> Lucifer shares to Nathaniel only. Because they have that special mental bond.

Then he takes a long sip of his drink and ponders a cigarette.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick remains still. The usage of his real first name making him curious. He doe-

...

Wait.

Seeing his own eyes mirrored back, and not getting any form of introduction from Lucifer or Sinister, he's left sorting through potential relations that he'd know of prior to running into Lucifer. So this might t-

Actually no. That list is very...very...Very short.

In Nick's mind the look of the other man shifts to the side as the mental image of an old agency photo of a younger, clean shaven man sporting the same look is set to the side. Add a beard...lengthen the hair...age slightly...

Nick's lips part as he blinks. "...Savio?"

The taller man nods. "Okay, first off it is good to see you Michael. And this is a-"

Savio doesn't get to finish his sentence. As Nick finishes processing his guess to be correct, he lunges himself at Savio, wrapping his arms around the former agent.

To Savio's credit, he suppresses the instinct to fight back a grap-

Oh.

It's a hug.

Savio glances down, hands lifted as he perceives the reaction received. Huh. He thought he'd have to give more an explanation first but-

Arms lowering, he wraps them around his son in return.

Eileen, if you could just see this...

Sinister has posed:
Maybe she is, somewhere out there. THe souls of the dead do continue, in some capacity.

Even the scientist in the room will admit that fact, even if some of the things he's seen defy logic or rationale -- he can usually be counted on to find some kind of way of describing what he's facing in terms he can wrap his head around.

The hugging between father and son, this reunion after so long -- direct parentage is different than distant, in so many varied and complex ways, that it does prompt him to glance at Lucifer's profile and squeeze juuuuuuuust a little harder.

<<I wouldn't take those odds. He's a soppy fellow, is Nick. Even if he'll pull himself up via the bootstraps. He felt the absence quite strongly. But ear-bashings? I am certain something is going to explode there.>>

Lucifer has posed:
<<I was more going for being a bit unable to control all the emotions suddenly surging within him... but I suppose you're right...>> The silent conversation between lovers continue as the scene unfolds in front of them. A rushed hug. Lucifer actually smiles at this, and then quickly injects...

"You see, now, why I could not rightly tell you what was going on, Nick. It took some convincing to even have Savio join us here...I wasn't sure how your reaction would go..." He smiles still, and then goes silent again.

Another sip of his drink is taken and then he lets it float beside him while he goes through all the motions to light up two cigarettes, offering one to Nathaniel as he often does.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick lingers with the hug motivated by a good four years of being deprived of the capability. There's no use in arguing for longer as prior to that he had been operating under a completely different narrative he had been given. But still...

Four years is still a long time.

As the initial greeting comes to an end, Nick takes a step back to give back breathing room to Savio who seems a blended mix of comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. To the mention of Savio needing convincing, Nick looks over to his father, head tilting.

"It wasn't quite how it sounds. I did want to see you. It was more because of how he introduced himself to me."

Nick gives a slow nod, "...The devil comment?"

"...Honestly not that, more the killing me later comment."

The rocker's brow lifts as he turns his head, looking over to Lucifer, questioningly.

"He has an odd sense of humor. Barnes was better at speaking the language."

Sinister has posed:
"Black humour, I think they call it. Mind, he's very good at laying down the not-so-subtle threat as a line in the sand. Our first encounter," Sin nods to the devil at his side "...ended up quite the pissing contest. Marking territory and all that. And then there was ... well, a lot that I'm not going to disclose, because frankly, that's my own mind and none rightly should know the whole of that. Suffice to say..." he leans over and kisses the devil on the cheek, grins without parting lips in a Jack-the-simpleton sort of beam and sobriety hits a second later with his returned gaze.

"In all fairness, I'm probably the more dangerous of the two of us. But I'm on my best behaviour." Deadpan, thy name is Nathaniel.

"We were followed by the by. But I would like to note that the one following you has died of an unexpected and violent brain aneurism." Is he serious? As Death and taxes.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tries to feign a look of innocence but he knows it's not going to work. So he sets his gaze upon Savio and inclines his head. "I retract that statement. Honestly I never should have said it to begin with but I have a horrible habit of saying things I don't truly mean in order to get someone's undivided attention." Then he pauses. "Got you here in the end of all things, tho, didn't I?" And while that may gain an elbow to the side from Nathaniel - he feels it's worth it.

"Considering you could likely literally explode someone's brain with a thought. Yes. You are more dangerous than I. In the moment. That can flip on it's head depending." You know. Should Lucifer go all Angel or all Devil. That shit scary, yo.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Savio turns his head to look over at Sinister to the mention of being followed.

"Very strong telepath." Nick offers up in explanation to the un-initiated.

The former agent nods slowly. "Ah...Well. That is concerning." On several levels that is. At the very least he has to be thought of as dead in the main drug centers along the eastern coast line, Chicago, and Michigan. "Any chance you picked up on the for whom ?"

Nick looks over to his father for a few moments before looking back to Sinister. "Which one were they following?"

Considering the context of the statement it could be Savio which- based from what he got told of the point of Groundbreaker- Yes. That would be very problematic. "...Have they finished extracting?"

Sinister has posed:
"I have to say, I wasn't paying a particular amount of attention as to which one it was that was the primary source. I could extrapolate that later, by examining the residual thoughts at a slower pace, if that would be of any assistance. But yes, telepath..." And Sinister may likely find Savio now, unless he's very deeply buried, for quite a while. If he felt inclined.

"It could have been that they were after one or other of us, too." He indicates Lucifer and gives the devil just one simple look at the 'foot in mouth' observation. There's the wry smile and a soft guff of amusement.

"I think though, that from this point onward, I should offer to do a thing that I would rarely do for anyone. If you both wish, I can connect you both. You would... know. If the other was in danger and roughly where they are."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes the moment of discussion and such to pull out his phone and...as discreetly as possible...snap a picture of the Drago reunion. The picture is then sent to Wade with a text of <We did it.>. Afterwards, phone is put away and he plucks his drink from the air to take another sip from it. He doesn't really have a motion to put forward while Nathaniel is making offers and offering what little information is had about the one who followed them.

"Either way, sounds like it was dealt with soundly. Another victory for us." Though, it does make him wonder if things are going to begin amping up now. Especially since they sort of brought Savio Drago into the light - even if it was for a good cause. This might be the catalyst that drives them for the next little while - impending doom an always close second.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Savio takes a deep breath and sighs, "There were a lot of people." He sort of answers Nick. "I'm not directly involved with the process so I'm not fully up to date on it. Right now my only job is to lay low and avoid showing up in certain areas."

Nick nods. "The passes?"

Savio nods, "Yes. Too bad that tour had to be cancelled. Glad you ended up getting a booking nearby." To the offers by Sinister, Savio looks over to him. "Could you?" Another glance is flashed to Nick, questioningly.

Somewhere up north a phone vibrates. Certainly it will be welcome news when the messages get checked.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister simply nods his head softly to Savio. Answer enough there, he looks over to Nick though, as there'd be two minds in that particular connection.

"It is up to you though, I won't broach where I should not." He flicks a look to the phone that was put away, no doubt at all that someone's going to be pleased with his work later on.

His fruity drink is finished, refilled, set aside and he clears his throat in preparation for an answer.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is, once again, sort of in a spot where he's not sure what to do. The other three are discussing something, and then there will likely be much to talk about between Nick and Savio. Honestly, Lucifer is sort of at the point where he might just want to leave the two alone so they can catch up without other ears listening in.

It's a suite, of course, so there are a few bedrooms, two bathrooms, and even a kitchenette. It's also been booked for a few days. However long any of them end up using it is up in the air, and it can even be extended if necessary.

"I...am going to go do something elsewhere... so you three can finish up and then...perchace we give the family some time to talk amongst themselves, my dear?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well, if you can determine who they were following and for who that'd probably be helpful." Savio clarifies. And despite it probably being a problem for anyone, part of him's hoping they were following the telepath and not him. Or his son. From the basic gist of the conversation Nathaniel would have the easiest time dealing with that.

Also if it turned out to be him, he'd probably end up getting relocated again.

Which, does bring up the second offer. Even if he did get relocated, it would probably be a more secure way of arranging a future meetup than getting the handlers involved.

Savio looks over to Nick. "...I'd be ok to that if you are."

Nick nods slightly."I understand." He pauses, contemplating things. Just... HOW well would Savio react if he got a rough estimate of Nick being in the Savage Lands or another dimension?

But all the time spent trying to get a meetup in only for it to get trashed by some assholes blowing a hole through a shelter-

...

Fuck it.

Nick nods. "I'd be ok with it too." Nick agrees, looking over to Lucifer as he starts to excuse himself.

Sinister has posed:
"Then I shall make this the case," -- And here's the moment where things are rather underwhelming for what is being accomplished. Sinister simply walks on over and raises both his hands, almost like a catholic priest in benediction; maybe that's the point, to create a subtle acquiescence to the action... to place a hand briefly over the 'third eye' of both Dragos. That is all that there is, plus a slow, deep breath.

"It will take a little bit of concentration to get the hang of. You'll... feel. For a while. I'd enjoy it, as Lucifer... suggests you do." There's a smile for them both and an incline of the head, then a nod to Lucifer. "I want to see how much I can spread out on that bed. I'm going to assume quite a bit. And there's truffles. Come."

And off to the secondary suite, to give these two their privacy.