9518/A Helpful Ritual...Right

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A Helpful Ritual...Right
Date of Scene: 10 October 2019
Location: Sanctum Santorum - Base Floor
Synopsis: In light of the busted ley lines, Lucifer comes offering a chance for Felicia to help. She jumps on the chance. How? A ritual. NOT a kidnapping.
Cast of Characters: Lucifer, Black Cat




Lucifer has posed:
It's only been a day or so. And he's back. That sleek, overwhelmingly handsome tall gentleman at the door of the Sanctum. His suit is a rich dark blue this time, tie and shirt ebony. He has a frozen yogurt in his hand, and is slowly enjoying it, as he approaches the door. He doesn't knock, he just comes into range, leaning next to the door, and ... enjoys his yogurt, watching the street with endless patience.

Black Cat has posed:
Maybe it's Fate.

Or luck?

Lucifer isn't waiting long with his cup of frozen yogurt. There's the sound of someone approaching the door internally and by the tone of voice, it's not the good Doctor. The door nearest to the leaner opens and out Felicia swans dressed in a forest-green peacoat and sleek black pants tucked into brown riding boots, a small cream-hued purse slung over her elbow. With her platinum-blonde hair done up in a proper bun this time, it leaves her neck bare in its graceful lines and no wispies floating loosely.

In her speed, she only barely has time to divert from bumping off Lucifer's shoulder. It showcases her innate agility as a thief; the sliding side-step comes to a smooth halt with her hands appearing to stop shy of being affected at him as curled weaponry, nails and all. Her jage-green eyes gone sharp soften in recognition; it's like a knife being slid away.

Felicia then laughs once, her mouth closing to curl into a pleased little smirk. "Well, gosh and golly, look what the cat dropped off."

Lucifer has posed:
"I prefer that analogy, as opposed to suggesting I might be a baggie of shit left on your doorstep. Of which I most assuredly am the /opposite/. Both to that and a dead mouse or bird," Lucifer says, rolling his spoon in the frozen yogurt.

"You do remember the ley-line concern I stopped by about before?" Lucifer asks, as if he were there to remind her that he let her borrow his Tupperware. He also seems to have zero qualms about talking about it right on the street in full view or hearing of anyone. There's not a lot of secrecy to the man.

Black Cat has posed:
With beige kidskin-gloved hands, Felicia closes the door to the Sanctum before she takes up an easy stance before the Devil on her front stoop. It means a hips-akiler pose once more accented by the tie of her coat's belting about her waist.

"I have a memory of concern about the ley lines, yes. Did it have something to do with Miss Zatara's house? She did have to scoot abruptly." By the subtle wince, the Cat does have sympathy for the magician and the unknown pleight of her home.

Lucifer has posed:
"Her house? I have no idea. I didn't stop by her house," Lucifer answers evenly, with an entire lack of interest. He isn't here about Zatanna, it wasn't in his thoughts, but now it is. He considers. "I suppose she may be interested in this," he adds, eyes scanning the street. Then there's a little shrug, and he looks back to his yogurt. He's not eating it anymore, just stirring it.

"A fissure is opening nearby. I decided to be generous, let you know, so you can come close it up. I understand how much trouble and pressure everyone here might be under, so I'm doing my part." Lucifer decides he's done with the yogurt, and moves aside to put it ... on a parking meter. That's where that trash goes. Right there.

Black Cat has posed:
The Cat tilts her head. She's intrigued despite herself to see the void of concern for Zatanna's home and then the shift to follow. Is this guy...for real, she wonders? Then comes the tip dropped before her feet about the results of the ley lines' shaken state.

"I...see," Felicia replies immediately, drawing out the self-identifying vowel out almost musically. "And by 'you' closing it up, you mean the Sorcerer Supreme, right? Because...that's not me." She grins as charmingly as she can manage. "I'm the hired help."

With slippery notions and sticky fingers.

Lucifer has posed:
"Whoever's available, I suppose. Have you never done a ritual before?" Lucifer asks, curious, as if she'd claimed she has never seen 'The Bachelor'. "We'll have to change that. It isn't difficult. You'll want your standard materials, plus a few extra things. Do you need a list, or are you familiar?" Lucifer asks, stretching his back, and settling his hands on the sides of his belt.

Essentially, it seems, if this conversation is to continue, she's going to learn to do a ritual of some kind.

Black Cat has posed:
Felicia is openly surprised at the sudden and unexpected twist. Never has she even thought to risk dabbling in the tomes she's read in her spare time mostly out of idle curiosity (and an appreciation of the illuminated designs within them, being an art major).

"Oh. Uh. I need a list," she admits with a turn of her hand off her hip in half a shrug. The hand closes and those red-red lips roll closed against an excited smile -- a tiny 'eee' escapes her regardless. "Yes, yes, I need a list. I can help, yes. Here, come on, there's all sorts of things inside."

In her thrilled state, the Cat unlocks the Sanctum's door again and zips back inside, clearly expecting Lucifer to follow.

"I've been wanting to help out forever." She turns on her toes in the foyer and gives the dark-haired man a smile absolutely wicked. "You know you this makes you one...//very// slick character?"

Lucifer has posed:
"I'm not a tome of all things magical, but I know what you need for /this/," Lucifer answers, absently, though he actually checks his watch, as if unsure about how long this adventure may end up taking. Rituals, so time consuming.

"All right, you'll want magical component storage. Eye of newt, that sort of thing." He's kidding but also not kidding, his liquid-cool smile says. His grin is slippery, just as she mentioned.

"Does it now? You are too kind. I do know, though, yes. It has come up in the past," Lucifer chuckles, following her, though his manner is entirely relaxed. A ritual is not special to him, but her excitement is, and he's smiling at her. In particular her wicked smile ramps him up too, and she gets a full grin in answer.

Black Cat has posed:
"I wonder why it's come up." By her tone, Felicia doesn't //really// wonder, but it's rather a lazy parry for the twinkling look she gets back. Turning yet again on her toes, she swans up the grand staircase and to one of the small rooms off the main hallway leading beyond the open floorplan dedicated to the conversation of relics. Glass cases on wooden pedestals stand in rows and on the walls.

"He's got them alphabetized," she explains after entering the room itself. It's close inside, the air dry and cool, still in the way of a curator's care -- probably to stop ingredients from reacting. Felicia leans against a small work table and begins plucking one finger at a time from her glove, eyeing Lucifer with a knowing sliver of a smile.

"So...what do we need?"

We. Oh dear, she's fully in on this endeavor, apparently.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer looks a little bored, or put upon, but he looks over the racks of items. "At least there's good selection," he says. "Grab a knapsack or box, then," says the long-suffering man, walking into the pantry-like room, shrugging out of his jacket. He finds a place to put the tailored affair, and begins rolling up each black sleeve to mid-forearm as he skims over the labels, dark eyes quick and efficient. "MMmm mmm, archdemon shavings... right..." His long piano-fingers pick over the stored items.

"Ooh. Wyvern tusk? It's been a while," Lucifer says, opening that, pulling one out. That goes in his pocket. Then back around. He picks out a few more things, and then squats by a box of candles, removing six.

Black Cat has posed:
Jade-green eyes mark the rolling of the sleeves and revelation of forearms. Delicately removing the final finger from the kidskin gloves, Felicia tucks them away into the pockets of her coat.

"Sure, a box is easy." Stooping in her lean, she reaches into the shadows of the workbench's underside. One comes out, cardboard, about big enough to hold a stack of three encyclopedias. "This will do, I bet." The thief then steps silently over beside Lucifer.

"Are we talking me needing to put down some blood for this? Because I'm aware that's touchy business, using your own blood to do things."

Lucifer has posed:
"Blood? Certainly not /mine/," laughs Lucifer. Then he blinks. "Oh. You're serious. This isn't blood magic, you're not resurrecting your dead relatives into zombie corpses today, just shoring up a leyline," Lucifer says, quirking a brow at her as she brings over the box. He begins to load it with the things he's collected: nothing very heavy, not really, though it does start to add up when he puts the candles in loosely.

"Which I don't recommend as a choice for starting out. You'll end up with a demon possessing your furniture," Lucifer adds mildly, snaring a box of salt finally, and gesturing to the door. "All set here. Library? You'll want to read from a tome, because I'm not going to recite for you."

Black Cat has posed:
The thief considers each item put away into the cardboard box and blinks down at it once the collection seems complete. What is even in the ink bottle? That's not ink -- it's waaaaaaaaay too purple.

"I think I'd be in trouble if we ended up with one of the settees trying to eat people," Felicia quips with a subtle smile in her tone. "Library's this way." Quickly, she leads them to the expansive collection of books stretching out in many shelves beyond.

A snap of the Cat's fingers and the lighting comes on. "Not everything's magical around here. You should see the power bill." The box is set aside on a nearby study table already semi-cluttered with rolled scrolls and other smaller closed and ornate boxes. "Which tome are we using?"

Felicia might not have a tail or triangular ears atop her head, but curiosity has her perkily looking at Lucifer, again shooting him a dimpled smile. It's so fun being in cahoots!

Lucifer has posed:
"As if my club didn't have a horrifying power bill. One could use it to torture people in hell," Lucifer teases with a wink, but he's already now exposed to the library. He releases a huffed breath, looking around. There's a lot there. He picks a row of books, and then immediately turns back around to come out of it again, picking another area. This goes on two more times, before he picks a book off the shelf, striding out directly, and drops it into the cardboard box.

"This place is distinctly lacking in hot librarians," is what Lucifer says as he walks back out, expecting to be followed. He snares his coat on the way through, though he holds it loose over his shoulder, hooked on two fingers. His physique looks good in the suit, wouldn't want to prevent her from enjoying following him.

Black Cat has posed:
"Yes, well...if you'd asked, I might have been able to help you find the book," Felicia notes lightly as she follows along behind him. Indeed: she must ask after whomever his tailor is, the yoke is perfect on those slacks. "But you looked like you knew what you were doing. I didn't want to step on your toes."

A beat before she continues speaking more nonchalantly by tone.

"So how do you know how to do this ritual anyways? You must know magic. Nobody just walks into Copperfield's library and pulls the right book off the shelf without having some experience under their belt."

Lucifer has posed:
"I'm very familiar with rituals; I should be, I've done a few million by now, but who's counting? I wouldn't call myself a caster or wizard. It's sort of a hobby, at most," Lucifer says conversationally as he goes towards the front of the Sanctum, and then outside. He pauses there, orienting. "I suppose we could walk, but /why/? I'm parked over here," Lucifer comments, waiting up for her now, to walk next to her as they go. He doesn't seem to be aware that he should offer to take the box away from her, because he doesn't at all.

He'll take it to put it into the back of his expensive convertible, though, and will open her door for her. Those things are on the devil's radar. "Not to worry, only a temporary kidnapping," he whispers to her, playful.

Black Cat has posed:
"A hobby," the blonde mouths to herself as she continues to follow along in his wake. A little shrug to herself is acceptance. Living in the Sanctum has rearranged her preconceptualized notions about hobbies as is. Felicia is certain to close the door behind them as they leave the mansion and while she does slow in her walking for a marked second, both courage and pride step up to convince her that this remains a good idea.

It's taking pressure off of the Sorcerer Supreme, right?

Right.

"Gosh, I've never been kidnapped before!" The thief whispers back even as she slides past him to settle in the passenger seat of the convertible. "I won't tell anybody, cross my heart." One fingernail sketches a deliberate X overtop the left side of her sternum.

"But where are we going anyways?" she asks in a more conversational tone after Lucifer's in the car as well.

Lucifer has posed:
"Just three blocks; a hotel. I figure we can pick up a space close to the area, go from there," Lucifer answers, starting up the car with a deep demonic roar from the engine. A grin is flashed at Felicia, seeking agreement about his fun little rocket of a car, as he pulls out into traffic really abruptly. There's some honks. Lucifer entirely ignores all of them. His style of driving is more than a little bit swift and wild. The three blocks will blaze by.

And the hotel parking is extremely easy: Lucifer pulls into valet, flicks his keys at one of the workers. Another valet gets Felicia's door for her. Nobody questons Lucifer; this is all entirely normal: so normal that Lucifer just breezes into the lobby, goes around three other people, and gets the attention of the man at the desk. "Meeting rooms, west area?" He asks. "The Columbus lounge is in the west wing," supplies the clerk. "Perfect. Consider it in use," Lucifer tells them, and looks at Felicia. "To the elevators, then."