2118/Where Loyalties Lie

Where Loyalties Lie
Date of Scene:	21 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Ahadiel

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Lucifer has posed:
    The rhythm of life and good living breathes through Lux. Smoke hangs on the air in blatant violation of New York smoking laws, except the concoction never came from any sort of burnt tobacco at any historical venture. Fine cones transform into cinders on brass dishes secreted here and there. The mostly female staff prowl through the dim interior but drink delivery is strictly by the bar tonight. Whatever licentious sins are on tap, the clientele seems to prefer whiskey, wine, and strong coffee cut by powerful liqueur. A darker shade of pale, Lucifer leans back against a stool without sitting on it. His handsome suit cut to personal shape stands out a little for the details and accents, insouciant as they are. Cufflinks marked with an alpha and omega, say, or the collar unbuttoned slightly to bare his throat are all markers he's not too stodgy. Not owning a place like this where half the staff probably originate from elsewhere.
    Definitely elsewhere. Humans enough revolve around the dance floor but those keeping rooms in the hotel and the private quarters of the main level are all sorts. Beings; godlings; principalities; lost dreams. He'll cater to them all in exchange for brutal neutrality. His drink is raised to his mouth and he waits, extending his sentience through the morass of beings to find the odd notes out.

Ahadiel has posed:
    There's not an odd note, so much as there's a perfect note of pure clarity, a C-sharp of the Divine Symphony walking through the club. Physically, she looks to be a rather attractive redhead, pale skin and green eyes showing an Irish heritage... or that's the intention anyway. She wears a shimmering crimson dress, gold thread giving it an almost fiery effect. Walking perfectly in heels, she's walking casually towards the bar, drawing a fair bit of attention... though she doesn't really acknowledge it in return. Then she leans in at the bar, and smiles at the bartender, "A Manhattan, if you please." She then pauses, and her eyes drift over towards Lucifer's direction, noting him there... not that a discordant note such as his is hard to miss.

Lucifer has posed:
    Perfect clarity indeed. For a being who may well be highly attuned to that divine symphony, it's a struck bell and a clavier hammered under a finger. He hooks his arm against the bar. His drink slides back to a waiting cardboard square marked simply with 'Lux' in gold against a black backdrop. Allowing himself a few extra moments to trace the note back to its source, he masks that veiled interest while at least two of the barstaff continue to pour from the taps and open bottles behind him. He doesn't particularly seek to draw attention but then it's a lost cause, one destroyed in the first moments of creation. The bartender has no issues preparing a Manhattan for the new guest.
    Lucifer is a pitch too pure, that's the whole problem. The tremolo effect drifts after him, muted, as he gestures slightly. "Good evening."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles faintly, "Good evening... Morningstar." Because, well, the note Lucifer rings is impossible to miss for anyone that can sense it. Which she can, as she turns to look at him slightly, "I mainly wanted to see if the rumors were true." Even the Silver City has gossip, after all, and Angela tilts her head a bit, "I have to admit, this is not quite what I expected." She almost sounds... amused, a faint grin quirking her lips as she regards Lucifer.

Lucifer has posed:
    Morningstar indeed. He doesn't express any outward shock at someone calling him that. Instead, the dark-haired man chuckles almost to himself. "Is that what you've decided to do? Well, tourism is a major industry here." He could laugh, the sound there for all to see. "I would be a poor host failing to encourage commerce and wonder but a little." He hasn't bothered reaching for his own drink from where it lies happily unguarded on its neat mat.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela hmms, "Well, I haven't been in the vengeance business for... a while. Actually, I've lived in New York the past century or so. It's been nice to have a large enough place to settle in a bit and do what I'm here to do." Her eyes seem to sparkle a bit, and she then takes her Manhattan, looking at Lucifer, then she raises her glass, "To retirement?"

Lucifer has posed:
    Lucifer picks up his glass. His toast is something done with a pale amber drink. A clink of the wall to Angela's leaves a resonating sound in the air. "To retirement." Agreeable on that front. "What is it you're here to do, then? Take in the sights, save souls, the usual?"

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles, "Actually, I've been an artist for the past... three thousand years, give or take. It's quite liberating." She sips the Manhattan, then says, "But otherwise, pretty much that. Though saving souls is a tricky endeavor, as I'm sure you know." She looks a touch amused at Lucifer, "How honest an answer would I get if I asked you a question?"

Lucifer has posed:
    "Certainly not here." The dark drink touches his lips and tilts, giving a stain of liquor to heighten the tingle on his mouth. He licks away a trace of the flavour. "Though yes. The act of creation is quite liberating, come to think. It's good to see you expanding on your horizons with art. Formative discovrey, and the like." Not quite concealing a droll smile at that, Lucifer peers into the depths of the glass rather than confront the angel with those impossibly intense eyes of his. "That's an act of faith and speculation, I suppose."

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela grins, "Why did you do it? Retire, that is." She chuckles, "And being creative... inspiring creation, is very intoxicating. More so than this drink. Though this is a very good drink." She doesn't shy away too much from Lucifer's gaze, sipping from her glass as she waits for his answer.

Lucifer has posed:
    Lucifer considers the question from the privacy of his own closed expression, though he can make the slightest smirk speak volumes. In this case, it does a fine job as it has all along. The tincture of shadow and light balanced in this place tends to draw out contrasts, too. He's acutely aware of that, reading for changes in expression and posture like a master painter sketching out on the canvas. "The great question. Why do the same thing for all eternity?"

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela actually laughs at that, "Touche." She raises her glass towards Lucifer again, then finishes her drink, setting down the empty glass. The light always seems to catch her perfectly, just because it does, though her shadow has the faintest impression of wings emerging from her backless dress. Of course, no wings are visible on her physical body. "Why, indeed? Some could, but I... well, couldn't."

Lucifer has posed:
    Has he wings? Naturally left for someone to guess on that front. She isn't getting an answer that easily. Lucifer gives that same faint smile he had on a few moments ago and then before that. "Then that makes us a pair. Nothing to be gianed by staying an unchanging, stolid force." The crooner at the microphone is changing sides, off to get herself something to drink and leave the space simmering in darkness. He watches her move and then looks back to Angela. "I'll need to excuse myself. Work to manage." He gives the faintest rueful shake of his head.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles, "The next time you have an open mic night, I might just have to come by, and surprise you." With that, she places money for her tab on the bar, along with a very generous tip for the bartender, "Good evening, Lucifer." Giving him a bit of a wink, she then turns and strides out of the club, looking like a tiny slice of Heaven is walking out that door.