Owner	Pose
Sinister	It's a day that's suffering quite strongly from multiple personality syndrome. Over the skies of SUnnydale and presumably Melville also, as it's not really all that far, it's sunny, cloudy, gloomy, bright, was raining earlier, now has a good thunderhead over the horizon and is both windy -and- sticky at the same time. If this was good old Blighty, it would cause clothing indecision and a lot of staring out of the window, if one were to have to go out in it. Here though, most people have either taken to the malls, are indoors on their computers in coffee shops or are hustling to where they need to be, just in case. Perfect situation for Sinister to be ambling about the township, staring and taking pictures on his phone, of both real estate boards, shopfronts and empty lots. He seems to have been at this a while and is distinctly 'human' looking at the moment, but if you can sense souls and have a connection with one for one reason or another, he probably still stands out like a standing out thing. Possibly like a thumb that is sore.
Lucifer	Lucifer is wandering. Has wandered. Melville and Sunnydale aren't too far apart, but that's not really of any concern to him. He could walk, skip around the world, and be back before anyone would be finished with breakfast, lunch, or dinner. The weather is fitting, and he glances up at the skies as that thunderhead continues to build, idly wondering if he should just go ahead and let the skies rip open. Then he's looking forward once more, sensing a familiar presence, watching as they take...pictures? Curious. Lucifer is actually slightly damp from having walked through the rain earlier and not having bothered to dry himself off, even if he easily could. "...I don't take you for a sight seeing tourist...course, if I did, then I'd be wondering why you're taking such...odd..pictures."
Sinister	Sinister lowers the cellphone, regarding the shot and running it through a program as Lucifer approaches. He puts his thumb in the middle of the screen and the phone goes a bit haywire as it works whatever magic it's working, also. He looks slick, like a neurosurgeon or a highly overpaid lawyer. "...." turning to the familiar voice, his mouth opens, observing and stating the obvious because occasionally these things need to be done. "You're damp. Why are you damp?" There's a shake of the head to follow this. "Running a few checks against insurance rates here. And real estate value. And other things. Hellmouth apparently. Is that like... /a/ hell?"
Lucifer	Lucifer looks himself over a moment and then looks up at the skies before his gaze shifts back to Sinister. "It's raining." He offers. "Well. It's raining a bit over in Melville.. and then it stopped.. then it started again. I believe there's a phrase in the South when there's rain and sun mixed together. It stars me. Something about...the devil is...meeting his wife? Eating his wife?" He thinks more, and then shrugs. "I suppose it could be? Are you thinking of buying a business here? Or buying a building to run a business from?" His voice is curious, but not much more, as he stops about an arms length away from Sinister while making his inquiries.
Sinister	Sinister's eyes look over the top of Lucifer's head toward Melville. "Oh, I suppose it is. I can see the streaks..." he seems to have blue-grey eyes at the moment. They suit him. "Just as an observation, that sort of thing seems to be very prevalent in southern states, Ireland and Yorkshire for some reason. They name all kinds of things after you." The phone continues to work like a mule on speed. "Considering it, yes. Mostly, if there's a market for outreach. I've been running certain numbers," and his phone is not happy about this "...there's a high mortality rate, a large number of orphaned individuals, an overworked social services department, the insurance rates are extremely high and it seems to have a high turn over, unless you're in certain industries. The investment would seem to be risky."
Lucifer	Lucifer shrugs. "And the rest of the world names things in all various forms of God and Christ, and yet no one bats an eye. Something gets named after me and it's like it's a cursed thing." A pause. "Ah... beating his wife. The devil is beating his wife is the phrase. Oft used in the southern states of this country...I guess to further show just how evil I am.." He shrugs as he chuckles. "Well I suppose it all depends on what kind of business you intend to open. If there is a draw to whatever services you will be rendering, then the risk might be worth it." Lucifer offers, looking over the buildings for another moment before his attention goes back to Sinister. "I'd ask if you'd feel better with a benefactor, but I know you've got the financial padding to take the hit, so why does it concern you? Aside from hating failure, which I'm sure is part of it."
Sinister	Sinister stares up at the guttering around one building that looks as if something at one point, had to dangle from it and may well have been overweight. He looks back at his phone, just as it goes 'bing'. Flick-flick. Switch page, flick-flick. He pockets it then. "Honestly? Hmm. Not so much the failure, as this could easily be set up as a charity. Tax break. Even if something happens, that's barely a drop. Mostly, it's camouflage. I'm not sure that it wouldn't draw attention, which I'm never particularly keen on. I might have to take precautions." Looking back at Lucifer, he looks ever so faintly constipated, then seems to realize how silly that might be and relaxes, laughing. "I am fussy. I'd say it's endearing, but too many people would argue against that."
Lucifer	Lucifer tilts his head and then chuckles. "I mean...is this the part where I point out some sort of pot and kettle situation? Lux is, as much as a business adventure, a way for me to hide myself within the world." Saying this much as he looks around for a moment longer then back to Sinister. "Are you going to at least humor me with the idea you have in that pretty head of yours, or am I not privy to such information?" The skies over head darken a little more as the thunderhead builds, the air drops several degrees in temperature and a subtle chilled wind blows. "We might want to find cover soon..." He comments a bit further before glancing up at the skies above them. "Wonder why the skies are so angry today.."
Sinister	"It's early june on the coast. Thunderstorms happen. Although..." Sinister lets that draw out, sounding relatively convinced that there's unnatural influences going on. He gestures toward the Magic box, helpfully, then seems to think twice about it and tracks along to a little coffee shop. Sugary mochas! Setting to walk... "You remember back when your contract singer kept giving me raised hackles? I actually do invest in underprivaleged areas. This place has a hospital, some outreach programs, but I'm genuinly wondering if it could use a group home, for those bereaved by S.N.P. and other acts of the supernatural. It works out in the end; if I spot a promising individual in my system, I can moderate and observe. If not, I can produce indebted individuals that often seek to give back what they received and thus I can pluck from a decent and also already trained in how it all works...workforce. I have institutes all over the world, but I'm always open. Places of supernatural energy often have side-effects, so it's worth considering."
Lucifer	"They do. I actually sometimes like watching them. Listening to them. I just don't think I'd like being caught in one..." Then again... "Well. Not alone anyway..." The Devil smirks and then notes that Sinister is moving, and so he shifts to walk aside the man, following to wherever he seems want to go. As he then talks on, Lucifer listens and then he smirks. "So, you'll take in people, use them for your own gains if you think you can, and those you can't you'll send back out into the world - but in better regards than they came to you in..." He seems to state that in a phrase, but also a question, yet not really a question but a statement. It's complicated.
Sinister	"In a nutshell, yes. Occasionally, it even works out in their benefit. More often than not, actually." Sinister nods, stepping in through the adobe archway of the little cafe, though the deck area is covered. "London Fog and whatever my friend wants," Sinister puts a twenty on the table and finds a perch to perch on, looking to the now rather heavy looking skies. "Do the storms ever answer?" he inquires "In the language of weather, I suppose sometimes convection can be moody. I storm watch sometimes, when the sky reflects inner thoughts it can be cathartic." He eyes the devil then, head tilted. "How do you like the face? I was trying for smooth professional, but likeable. And how have you been?"