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Sinister	It is a weekday morning, trolling slow into afternoon, on a wednesday. There really aren't a lot of visitors to Coney island at this kind of time, even if it IS summer and schools have just let out. Mostly at the arcades and amusements, food stands and otherwise, there are young kids with parents, it isn't what you'd call prime time thrill-seeking and the aquarium? There's perhaps two dozen people inside. One of them sits infront of the large tank of atlantic oceanic life, gazing as a skate flaps by, watching sea bass being large and boggle eyed. There is something about a gargantuan fish tank that is rather relaxing. There's a reason after all, that people do go to Aquariums and sit there the whole day long, just watching, maybe reading... Kelp fronds waft. In the middle of the viewing auditorium, center stage, Sinister does NOT look like an abomination. He looks like a regular, if reasonably well dressed fellow, watching a flounder brush past the glass, flatfish body turned as if posing for a photo op. But there is -something- odd. Not a prayer per say, or even a phonecall, just... a signal. A beacon in the astral plane that says 'I'm here and I'm curious' which most of the time? Would do diddly squat. But you never know, when you've been touched by the fallen Archangel.
Castiel	Castiel hears the call and, after a moment's consideration, gives into it, appearing as if from nowhere, his presence the same as ever. He really does need to get another trenchcoat. This one's definitely got a bit of powdered sugar on the lapel from the donuts he had. In fact, still has, as he lifts the last one up to his mouth and takes a bite. "I always liked the ocean. It's quiet. Most anywhere without humans is quiet, but the ocean is at least pretty on top of it. The moon is quiet but it gets really boring." He turns his head towards Sinister, "I somehow doubt you've suddenly grown devout. You called?"
Sinister	"Well, I left a voicemail, I suppose. It's better than that infuriating 'wrong number' tone," Sinister replies, nodding slowly. "It's a myriad of existence, the ocean. Teaming with life and so much of it varied, different, deadly, amazing and sometimes seemingly impossible. What we find in the depths, it's infinitely unbelievable how that dance choreographs itself." Sinister looks at Castiel, the donut dust, the general lack of care to appearance. "You're an odd one. And I must suppose, entirely lacking in inner monologue." He taps the head, then gestures a mime of words out of the mouth. "Truth, without cushioning can be savage, but you weren't wrong." He proffers a brown bag with Coney island fudge in it, of a variety of flavours, watching herring in a school. "In the interest of a second chance at a first impression; I am Nathaniel."
Castiel	Castiel finishes his donut, sucking the remaining sugar off of his fingers. He then reaches into his pocket and gets out a napkin he took from the local diner, wiping off his hand. "I do not believe they are dancing, unless they are dancing without music. I am not privy to the inner workings of fish. Maybe they have songs in their heads." "Castiel," he says in response. "I did not mean to insult you. I was only noting that you were a rare creature and used the term I had been given. I forget, sometimes, that my fellow angels were often unkind to things and people they do not understand," he says. "I should remember. I am one of the things to which they are often unkind."
Sinister	Sinister leaves the fudge on the seat between them. If a sweet tooth strikes, it will strike. He selects one with pecan pieces and examines it, looking down at the treat and not the passing of yet another school of herring. There's a lot of herring. They tend to be prolific, which probably explains viking obsession with them. "I know. I gathered that from the lack of other expressions of hauteur and derrogation. It tends to be telling. You were simply blunt." He glances sidelong. "They do. Fish that is. Communication is a strange kind of pulse harmony and dissonance. They can't hear, they have no ears, but they sense and see the world like they were dipped in synethesia." There's a pause, a thoughtful plucking of a pecan to crunch. "There aren't many angels that walk the earth. Did you saunter downward, or ... you aren't like him, I can tell that much."
Castiel	Castiel shakes his head, "I did not fall. I was not part of Lucifer's army," he says. "I came to Earth on a mission. Then I finished it. But in the process, I became...disillusioned. I am no longer certain in the righteousness of my fellow angels. And I have become more sympathetic to mortals than is appropriate for my station. Also, food is very good. I like food. I have not had a body before and it is an interesting experience." "I try to do good where I can, as best I can. I do not aspire to much more than that anymore. Angels were not made to think and, now that I do so very much of it, I find that it mostly just leaves me confused."
Sinister	Sinister angles his head to the right, lifting his ear to Castiel's words as he pulls off another pecan chunk. "Intriguing how individuality can strike," Which probably isn't a common theme amongst the Host. They are as they are, but generalized as a whole and named individually, but identity? It puzzles Sinister, apparently. "In one, all things become something to indulge and feel in all its rawness, the highs the lows, all of the experience. Another, it hones to a specificity. Life is amazing." He looks back at Castiel then. "I imagine that there's a very long list of what is confusing. Anything particularly pernicious and vulgar in its commonality that piques?"
Castiel	Castiel considers for a moment, "I have considered vices. I do not understand how to determine what is bad and what is good. Smoking is bad for you, but is something that is bad for you automatically a sin? I do not think so. Is sin even really a thing? I was taught that sin and evil were the same, but they are not and I do not know how to decide which is which. I know evil when I see it. Or, at least, I always thought I did. I know longer know what I know," he says. "That sounded better in my head," He admits.
Sinister	"Self-determined thoughts are annoying like that," Sinister agrees, finally enjoying the piece of fudge. Two bites and its gone, but each bite enjoyed. "I had a similar catharsis, before I became abominable. I questioned how one thing could be permitted, when another was not. Why a barrier was thrown up to advancement and healing, evolution... becoming better than you were, because it was considered 'wrong'. I came to the conclusion it tends to be the lowest common denominator in a society that generates need, but the elite that determines the higher mind. We should not, we must not, strives over the I need to, I have to. Philosophy has boiled it down as best it can in a variety of avenues, but none seem to have got it right yet." He shrugs then, looking back at the fish for a period of silence, smiling at the sight. "Welcome to the mass of self-determinated chattle. Occasionally, we surprise ourselves. Most of the time we muddle."
Castiel	Castiel nods, "Muddle. Yes. I have muddled. I encountered a man a few days past, one who was of medieval extraction. He still held his beliefs, his attitudes, but he seemed like a foreigner to me. I once would have answered his prayers casually and now I do not know that he is right. I think, perhaps, he is a madman. Maybe all the angels are mad. Maybe even He is. I do not know. He does not talk to me anymore." "I do not believe in elites. The humans I have found, they are all good at some things and bad at others. It would be better to recognize the value in all, not just in some," he sighs. "I am not the first to say such things. I do not find most people listen."
Sinister	"Oh, Elites exist, but they are such only in their own perceptions. I consider myself elite, in that I have had rather longer than the average plebian to come to my conclusions and that most people are liable not to think more than what is infront of their own nose. Also, that the baseline of intellect is determined by the lowest in a group, not by the highest. It doesn't make me right." Sinister shrugs lightly, gazing at the water again for a protracted period. Once again, Castiel becomes the focus thereafter. "God is in the details. I highly doubt he's in the gameplay, just the game. I am also athiest, which is probably a wildly contradictory statement to make, given who I speak to and who I associate with. But I do not consider your father to be the Almighty. He is simply another thing. Another aspect, considering that he has quite a bit of competition on terra firma these days. Proof tends to deny faith and I never had a lot of that to begin with. But I still enjoy a good theological conundrum."
Castiel	Castiel furrows his brow, "I..." he says but then he stops and just stares at the fish for a long while. The idea that God is not God, but just another being, powerful but not infallible, the very consideration of that feels like it should cost him his grace. That his wings should dissolve and fall to the ground to even entertain such an idea. They do not, of course. He stands as he is, as he was. What would it cost him to lose his faith? He knew what it had cost Lucifer. "I do not know if you are right or wrong," he says at last. "I have no measure anymore of how to determine such things. Truth is impossible to grasp. It slips through my fingers like smoke."
Sinister	"Evidence tends to speak toward its own truth. I've met other gods and they do not seem to be powerful spirits, they seem to be their own thing. It doesn't make it wrong -- you're one of the host of the Christian god, but these days I do not know if he could devastate the entire planet. And everything that the bible has rained down, has been rather localized. The niponese nation for example and the aborigine people of Australia, the natives of Alaska and nunavut they all carried on existing, when the flood wiped out others. What I am curious about is -that- symphony. Maybe that's why I like watching fish and their songs, so much," Sinister ponders that, then after a short pause. "Have some fudge. It makes everything better."
Lucifer	There is no fanfare to the arrival that occurs. In fact, Lucifer makes damn sure that while he knows where a particular person is, and has joined him in the same location, there is nothing that determines his arrival. The Devil remains among the shadows, hidden in a way so that he may see but others cannot. Trickery at it's finest. As Nathaniel watches the fish that he seems so keen to do, and offers fudge to the Angel, something...happens. Fish have a way, you see, somewhere in their inner workings is just this knowledge to go -that way- and in a group. Yet, for some reason, the school(s) of fish that swim among this tank suddenly...do not adhere to such. They flit about, seeming a bit more chaotic in their paths, until seemingly finally they do seem to have a cohesion about them. Spelling out a single phrase of 'Im Sorry', for long enough to be seen until they are released from such a state and go about their usual Just Keep Swimming path of normalcy.
Castiel	Castiel eats the piece of fudge and carefully considers Sinister's words. To some, they might seem a temptation, Nathaniel not much more than another form of serpent. Of course, Castiel knew the serpent in question well enough already. "The creeds of the Earth never mattered very much. It was all just humans doing their best, understanding what they could. But yes, there were some that Father favored over others. And some that...shaped us, I think, in the way that they believed. I do not know." The words in the fish get a faint smile and Castiel can, of course, sense Lucifer's arrival. "You do not have to apologize. I came into your house and I insulted your guest. Even if I did not mean to do so."
Sinister	"Theologically speaking, middle-eastern culture wrote the Host into their shape and then other things wrote them out of it. I imagine if I was trying to perceive you all as a four faced, bestial and human, six winged creature that sang with a thousand voices and struck men blind, I would be in trouble. You are as you are..." And then something is happening in the tank and he studies it, frowning as a small child looks up at the right time to be terribly in awe, then utterly confused as her mother completely missed the fish doing funky things. "But moooom..." trying to draw attention back to the spratlings and their amazing message, it's gone by the time it's ever even glanced at by the oblivious. They trundle off to the touch pools with the little girl looking back over her shoulder trying to search for the magic. Sin looks at Castiel at that, squints because there's a reaction there and looks around purposefully by his own right. He doesn't aknowledge the apology though, as it perhaps was meant for another.
Lucifer	Both? Both. Both is good. He did commit offenses to both Castiel and Sinister so it only serves that the apology was to both of them. The magic is gone from this tank, but he watches the little girl who continues to look for it and maybe in another tank or two, when she's watching, a fish will flip. Or turn circles. Nothing too much but at least a child will go home thinking good magic is in the world. To the others, well, he wasn't there in full, and then he is there in kind. Behind Nathaniel, and close enough that the man can surely feel his presence. "It was I who made the assumption that my guests would be insulted by your words. It turns out, I did what most do when assuming. In many more ways than just attacking you with words outright." The man speaks, shifting to stand aside Nathaniel - but not in any way to block or hinder full conversations. He does side-eye the scruffier looking humanoid that is Nathaniel and inclines his head. "The apology is as much yours as it is Castiel's. I am sorry, Nathaniel." A pause, an unnecessary breath. "How are you both?"
Castiel	Castiel nods, "I have heard this phrase. It makes an ass of you and me. I think you have a better ass than me, though. I haven't looked in a while," he admits. "I often do not understand the effect my words have. Centuries of silence will do that to you. I have always been a warrior angel, meant to act and not to speak. Or think." "I believe that Nathaniel and I have come to an understanding of sorts."
Sinister	"Ahh," feeling the presence as it bleeds into the world, as maybe when focused fully, he doesn't immediately sense the presence of Lucifer, Sinister lets his mind catch up. His smile is a subtle thing, even still. Fudge is lifted from the bench beside himself and proffered up. "Fudge?" Because it does make everything better. Go with it. RUN with it. "Apology accepted and acknowledged. For my own part, I did not mean to make you feel scorned, Samael... and I was not attempting to be aggressive or divisive, only to challenge you on your word choice." He nods toward Castiel. "As you challenged Castiel on his." He looks at the other angel then, even whist reaching a hand to touch the devil in the small of his back, in a small affection. "It turns out that Castiel just has the divine equivalent of asperger's syndrome."
Lucifer	Lucifer reaches for a piece of fudge, examining it for a moment before he smiles and pops the whole bit into his mouth. There's a problem with this almost immediately in that fudge is fudgey, and a lot of it at once can render someone fully incapable of speaking. So...the Devil is silent...and just shifts to actually have a seat on the bench next to Sinister. Chew. Chew. Chew. He nods to the words offered to him but the Devil and his mortal shell are at a bit of a disagreement on what he should be capable of doing. So he might be a moment..or..few.
Castiel	Castiel leans back into his seat, "I am not familiar with that term. I will have to look it up sometime. I am still learning how to 'Google'," he says. "I do not have a computer. I use the one at the library, usually, or I borrow the ones other people I know have. There is a witch girl who is very good with computers." "I do not always know how to interact. I have spent a great deal of time alone."
Sinister	"I find it's very helpful that I can just talk to the machine," He can? He can. Sinister can do that, just hasn't exactly demonstrated it. "It makes finding what I want a lot easier." Looking sidelong to Lucifer, he tilts his head a moment, then the casual contact becomes a little encouraging rub. You can do it. Beat that fudge! Looking back to Cas, he licks his lip lightly. "The human mind can go wrong or sideways in so many ways, with trauma or genetic anomally or what have you. Honestly, it's rather impressive that the psyche remains intact as much as it does. Asperger's is on the autism spectrum, the self-world view that isolates mind from society. It's on the close end to normal, where the juxtaposition of sociatal norms and language expression don't quite jibe up, as the individual cannot easily read societal cues. You picked words based on your understanding, not on how their meaning might be transferred and gleaned. It's very common for such people to have the same habit. It often takes them years to build vocabulary and gauge acceptability by reception."
Lucifer	Lucifer finishes the fudge, at least enough that he can likely talk decently enough. "That is very good fudge. Will need to pick some up on the way home." He offers and then, "Well. We cannot change the past, of course, and I am still getting used to.." He gestures. "A lot of things." Though so many of those he does not wish to confess in front of his angelic brother - so he'll leave that for later. Speaking of which, he looks to Castiel for a long moment. "Alone is...lonely. Boring. It often does not feel good." Then he picks up on something. "You spend time with a witch? Willingly?" He smirks then. "What's her name?"
Castiel	Castiel purses his lips, "I have had acquaintances of many types, Lucifer. While witches have traditionally been the enemies of angels, I have found some to be worthwhile. This one is named Willow, I believe, although I did not inquire closely. She seems like a complicated young woman. And it is not like that, I have not yet encountered anyone who finds me...attractive in that human way."" "And yes, you are right, the past cannot be changed. Except through time travel, which is very difficult and more likely to just create a splinter reality rather than correcting your own timeline. Unfortunate."
Sinister	"Willow? My my, she does get about a bit, doesn't she?" Sinister comments, quiet as he watches mackerel darting like electric silver. With his gaze steady, the track of the darting is followed until the vertibrate is out of sight. Talk among brothers, uninterrupted. "Ye Olde Fudge store," just for the FYI.
Lucifer	Lucifer gives a chuckle and a little side nudge to Nathaniel before giving a nod of his head. "I was just about to remark the same sentiment. Willow is a darling...from the one and a half times I have been graced by her presence." This said and then he tilts his head to one side while regarding Castiel for another moment. "Is this a longing I sense in you, Castiel? To have someone who is attracted to you in such a..." He gestures idly with a hand. "Humanly way..." A side glance is offered to Nathaniel then. "Perchance if I can convince you to join me at Lux, we can stop for some on the way. Though, I have taken much of your time lately...so if you need to attend other business after. I understand."
Castiel	Castiel looks away, his cheeks flushing in a very human way, "I...suppose that is true. I have seen so much of it, in stories told from human to human. It seems one of their most essential essences. I do not think I will understand them until I have. But I am n ot sure that I am a suitable partner for a human," he admits. "I have no business anywhere, at the moment. My purposes are my own."
Sinister	Sinister's eyes drift from fish to a different kettle of fish altogether. He looks at Lucifer at the side-nudge, lips parting briefly, attention roaving features that the archangel picked out for their impact and his lips seal closed. There's just a smile, that faded thing again and he places his hand on the devil's knee, giving it a squeeze. He looks over at Castiel, then back to Luci. "The nice thing about having minions is that they do get on with things in your absence. I am entirely entitled to spend my time as I please. I am patient." He notes that to Lucifer, a flash of red fleetingly in his gaze as he looks at the devil, then back to Cas one last time. "Then don't love a human. There's a whole sea of sentient minds out there. I suspect you will have to discover your type though. Or experiment wildly, that can always be fun."
Lucifer	"Nathaniel isn't wrong. Things and times have come to pass that there are a myriad of beings you could spend time with. Socialize, mingle, whatever you wish. But..." Lucifer holds up a finger then. "Do what is comfortable to you, or what brings you comfort. Push boundaries as you are fit to, yet do not overdo it." He smirks. "You have witnessed what happens to the overzealous. I know you will never make the same mistake as I have but..." A waved gesture. "A simple reminder, straight from the Devil's lips." Then he's looking to Nathaniel once more. "Well, that is a fair statement. I still stand by what I said. Surely my presence gets boring and trivial after days within it."
Castiel	Castiel considers what they're saying. He feels a mixture of interest and excitement alongside a certain anxiety and trembling at the center of him. He has been a pure thing, in many ways, at least in his mind. Would he fall, like Lucifer, if he indulged such appetites? If he did, would that be such a bad thing? Would it cost him his grace? "I don't know what is comfortable anymore. I've never even had a body until recently," he says. He has no real idea how to express his feelings on the whole matter, other than to say to Lucifer, "Thank you for your...advice."
Sinister	"He's been at this a lot longer than you, the whole mortal coil thing," Sinister observes, but can't seem to help the below-brows look he shoots at Luciferr. "Stop being demure. Are you bored of me? Am I trivial? If the answer to both of those is no, then suck it up, buttercup. I'm still in that state where I want to explore things and find folly." He looks about the aquarium afterwards, then on being sure that they are alone here, lets his gaze unfocus. This area is just boring, go ahead, go around, be elsewhere. Have a sudden need for the bathroom, go to the gift shop, get a corndog. All sorts of suggestions sent out to ensure privacy, then he clears his throat with a few 'hem hem heeeems', clapping his hands together and rubbing palms. He stands up, moves to the front of the aquarium and bows, "Castiel? Allow yourself to experience and consider." He glances at Lucifer also, then with his heels coming together, spreads arms and lifts his chin and shifts in a cascade of faces, forms, sizes, shapes, man to woman, woman to fuzzy, to alien, to angelic looking, young and old, colour of skin, style of hair. It's possibly mesmerizing, but also does play a whole cavalcade of options before the naked eye of Celestials.
Lucifer	There's a moment, a sort of 'hrzzt' that takes over Lucifer's face in the briefest tenths of a second. Minimal, but still there, and then he recovers like it was nothing. A slip of the mind, but in many ways, a pleasant thing. "I can be demure if I want to be. Of course the answers are no. Try to find all the folly you want, I have doubts you'll be successful - especially if last night isn't being counted." Then, about to speak further, when Sinister does as Sinisters do. The whole room is empty but for them three and suddenly it fills with all sorts of treats. He looks, he grins, and then he glances to Nathaniel's true self. "Do I get to pick one to bring home with me too?" Cheeky git he is, and only slightly serious. A look to Castiel then, but he says nothing, itching to see the reaction from the Angel.
Castiel	Castiel had been about to say something, but even he can't recall what it was. Sinister's sudden panoply of desirables sends the angel's head spinning a bit. How can he measure what he wants, what he doesn't want, how he should respond? He's never felt such things before and, even as he feels themn ow, they seem scattershot. Men and women, human and otherwise, they all seem to provoke him in one way or another, even if, perhaps, the image in his mind of a particular handsome hunter does tend to rise to the surface of his thoughts, only to quickly be cast away again. He can only imagine what Dean's reaction to that would be. "I...such th ings are not...foods on a menu, you can't just...choose," he says.
Sinister	"LOve is not a choice," Say several different voices at once, as one melts into the other to another to another, but Aha! Dean Winchester, or something very akin to him. Sinister looks down at himself, shrugs and grins that grin. You know the one. The one that's about to stuff itself with hamburgers or spin a line. And in Dean's voice: "Huh, wouldn't have pegged you for lumberjack shirts and scuffed jeans. But I approve of the rest." He looks at Lucifer a moment, gets an odd look and bangs the side of his head a couple of times, as if to dislodge an errant fly in his cranium. Fleetingly, he's Sam, then he melts back to himself. "Maybe," he says with a quirk of lips and another lift of chin to the devil.
Lucifer	"You do know I tease right? Though...that would make for an interesting bit considering you and I both can..." Lucifer shrugs. "Shapeshift." He doesn't always have to appear as a ruggedly handsome, five o'clock bearing scruff of a man. He could resemble anyone, anything, and look any way he chooses. It's a thing. He just hasn't quite poked about enough to see what all can come of such things. The serpent got into enough trouble already. Though he does give this 'Dean' a once over and smiles approvingly. "Personally, I think he's a rather good looking fellow. So something tells me there might be an issue that's holding you back, Castiel."
Castiel	Castiel turns away quickly, keeping his head down for a moment, "Don't. Don't look like him. He wouldn't like it," is all he says. And there's something obvious there, something not quite heartbreak, because he never allowed himself to embrace it in the first place, but the idea of there being something he had never even allowed himself to want because he knows it cannot be. He takes a deep, deep breath, "I think his phrase would be that he does not...swing that way," he says with a shrug. "He is still my friend, although I have not seen him in some time. The life of a hunter is...strange. And the life of an angel even stranger," he says. "I do not wish to deal with that. Or think about him. I would just like to have...fun."
Sinister	"Then with you, methinks... it is not about what they look like, it isn't a physical attraction Castiel, but a spiritual one. You appear to know inherantly that it's not just skin deep. That does open up a whole interesting box," Sinister considers that, then climbs the stairs to the middle of the auditorium once again, to stand by Lucifer's side. He looks at the lord of Hell. "I think you'll look very fetching if you came to a sinner as a pomeranian." He says this deadpan. "Who could resist -those- charms?" Smile! Big fatuous, cheeky-ass grin, full of teeth and eyebrow bobble. To mitigate it, he stoops for a simple kiss and touch to the elbow, attention drifting back to Castiel. "Lucifer, I think we should introduce your brother to a Chinese buffet, or maybe afternoon tea at the Savoy. Or better yet, chili fest and rib cook-out somewhere in backwoods Nebraska."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks at Castiel for a moment and then tilts his head one way before it goes the other. Interesting. Very much so. He does make sure that the visage of Dean goes away when Castiel requests it, and then he rolls his eyes and looks to Sinister. "I'll come to you as a pomeranian one of these days and see how you react." Now, perhaps, anytime the man spies a tiny, barky pile of fluff he'll always wonder. IS that Lucifer? Possibly. That simple kiss is returned, a touch to the shoulder gained in response to the one on his elbow. A smile before he glances back to Castiel and actually gives a sigh. "Can we introduce him to a tailor first? He needs a new wardrobe." A pause. "Or at least a new coat."
Castiel	Castiel laughs, "I like my coat," he says. "And I've been shot, stabbed and burned alive enough to know that clothes don't always last very long. I would feel bad if I had nice clothes because I would only end up tearing them up. But maybe, for an occasion or two, I could try something out," he says. He lets go of the thoughts of Dean and shrugs, "I do like chili, but it does give me what I have heard called 'hell's own farts'."
Sinister	Sinister makes an 'oooo' of his mouth, flashing eyes at the threat of bundle of fluff deceptions. If it comes true, it might well create a bizarre obsession and perhaps a spat of Pompom thefts. He 'mwahs' then considers the sartorial disaster area. "That would appear to be an argument out of kind. That is all old. If it's been through as much as you say it has, it's a part of you, much as Lucifer's wardrobe is. Perhaps you just haven't figured out how to whip up a new pair of loafers, yet." He gestures at Castiel's frame. "I can't explain it, Samael, this is your avenue. I just make my clothes out of myself."
Lucifer	"Well. I manifest some things. I purchase others. But then I'm also not consistently in harms way hanging out with hunters, demons, and witches all the time." Lucifer quips, looking at Castiel once again. "So what's the issue? Afraid that a little wave of your angelic hands will piss off father? I am asking sincerely. Cause if I remember correctly, your mission on Earth is...over? Ended? And yet you still come here. So why not have a little..." He snaps his fingers and suddenly he (himself) is dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, another snap and he's in a three piece suit, a third snap and he's...buck naked. Finally he snaps again and he's back to wearing slacks and a button up shirt of red. "Fun. Which you say you want. Fun should start with you...and then you can extend it to others. So what's the *real* issue, Castiel? Again. I'm asking earnestly so I can truly know."
Castiel	Castiel stares for a few moments and blushes again when Lucifer makes himself nude. He puts his hands in his pockets, "I suppose that I don't know how," he says. "I have not ever...indulged myself. In anything. I know you have always been rebellious, by nature, willing to throw off the authority of God, but it is...new to me, okay? I have millenia of experience being something other than...whatever I am now," he says. "I do not mean to upset you, I am not being obtuse or...trying to be difficult."
Sinister	Sinister watches Lucifer go through dramatic gestures. It's always fun to observe the casual easiness on display, that took millenia to perfect. He touches the archangel's shoulder which just happens to correspond with the moment he's naked, looks down and up with a grin and pats the shirt-covered shoulder that appears afterwards. He turns from Lucifer then and advances toward Castiel, cupping his own chin to stroke, his other arm crossed over his middriff and tucked beneath its partner at the elbow. "Alright..." he muses, then seems to come to a conclusion with a click of fingers and point at the younger-to-the-earth celestial. "I have it!" point and smile darkly. "Can you manifest your wings for me? I know, cheeky to ask, but I've seen a few times lately."
Lucifer	"You're not upsetting me, Castiel. It's fine. You're new at this. It's...rather endearing in a way..." Lucifer offers and then he watches Nathaniel for a moment. "Also, you indulge yourself plenty. Donuts? Pizza? Chocolate whatever it was the first time you walked into Lux..." He smirks. "You just have to think of what you want...and then...manifest it into being." A glance back to Sinister as the man has an 'ah ha' moment which causes his head to tilt. Curious and intriguing. Oh this day is turning out to be so fun. "I assume you mean Castiel's wings, but I can bring mine out just as well."
Castiel	Castiel sighs at Lucifer, "I am not you, Lucifer. You are an archangel, I am merely...an angel. A soldier. I cannot simply create things out of nothing. Especially now that I am bound to a human body. My limitations are greater than yours," he admits. He seems confused by Sinister's request but, with a shrug, he relents. A pure and radiant white light manifests around him, sending out sensations of harmony, of strength, of potency, as a pair of feathered wings appear at his back, casting shadows out through the torrent of light.
Sinister	Sinister's eyes close at the manifestation and perhaps Castiel will feel a little tickle in the mind at that precise moment. "I would not object to seeing yours either, love, but you are correct I did mean your brother," he says back to Lucifer holding his hand up, palm out and fingers curled juuuuuust a little bit. He reaches forth, eyes still closed and 'touches' the aura that surrounds Cas, with a force that feels just a little tingly. He bends that force inward, with the faintest of pressure, just a fingertip. "Tap tap. Feel that? That is what you're using. Bringing something out of nothing. You can do it too, Castiel, you manifest. This is what that is. Manifestation. Take that feeling..." tap tap "...hold it in your mind and make your trenchcoat clean."
Lucifer	"He's got the right of it. You only *think* you're without power. But really... you just need to learn how to tap that power. And do not sell yourself short, Castiel. You are an Angel. A creation of God to be such a powerful thing." Lucifer offers, even as he turns to sit on a bench again, claiming bag of fudge to take another piece - and a smaller bite.
Castiel	Castiel isn't quite so sure, but he decides to give it a try. He keeps his glory manifested for the moment, even as he draws on the grace at the center of him. He's always been fairly powerful, certainly one of Heaven's most fearful warriors, one who's slain perhaps more demons than any other. And yes, his light does clean off his coat. It even knocks out a few of those wrinkles. "I could have just gone to a dry cleaners," he admits.
Sinister	Sinister grins widely, feeling the little blip on the radar of whatever it is he's doing, he steps back and lets his hand drop, laughing out loud at the comment as he opens his eyes. "Well, look at that," he clucks his tongue, sidling back to his bag of fudge. "My pecan cream," pluck! Pecan removed and fudge square lifted, he winks to Lucifer.
Lucifer	"Perhaps. But there may be times when you are in need or want and such is not available. It will become easier the more you use it. You won't even need to draw your grace. It will just...happen as you wish it to." Lucifer offers with a smile. Then he looks up at Nathaniel, back down to the fudge, and up again. "We will need to buy more. This is exquisite. And addictive. Also, other flavors. Do they have a strawberry one?" He seems to drift in thought for a moment before actually leaning a bit against the man is he is allowed.
Castiel	Castiel selects a slice of fudge for himself, very carefully, "I will...try," he says. In truth, he has little craving for power. He has been a powerful thing for his whole existence and, while he has served the will of others well, it has not done him a great deal of good towards his happiness. He sees the pair leaning against one another and cocks his head, "I realize now that you two are romantically involved. I apologize again if I interrupted anything last night. Although Dracula was there as well, so perhaps I was not."
Sinister	Sinister does not object to the leaning. Devil sat, Sinister standing, he puts an arm around shoulders and draws Lucifer in closer with it, pondering his fudge. A small bite is taken, because as was discovered it's fudgey and jams the jaw together. Duh. "They have all manner of flavours. It's over by the old spine-rattler rollercoaster, tucked underneath the arches... Janine is cooking the batches today, I think she said that the key lime fudge was particularly good. Strawberry shortcake, too." He looks up as he gives a squeeze. "Yes, we are, but it wasn't so much of an interruption as an interlude. Intermission, perhaps? Last night was a strange one, overall. Not as strange as the coffee shop incident, but..." he shrugs. It's up to Lucifer to say one way or another about the lord of Vampires. "By the by, Castiel? I understand that it is a little after the fact and we have been over that it did not bother me, but I prefer human mutate, as a nominclature for what I am. I was human, uncovered the hidden code inside of myself, spent a long time fiddling around and doing appalling things to other people to figure out if I was applying the right technique, then made myself into what I am. And I do not think I ... turned from god's likeness, so much as I can now wear any one of them I wish to. Actually, if I'm honest, that was a long and protracted plan and I had to activate quite a number of key abilities along the way to get to where I am now. A good deal of it is self-defense and self-improvement."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks, glancing over to Castiel as he is further drawn closer even though Nathaniel stands and he sits. Does the Devil actually blush? Sometimes, especially when sort of called out on things such as the company he keeps and why. "Nathaniel is right. It was an intermission...and things sort of cascaded downwards from there. At my own fault, so it is known." He offers and then he chuckles. "The vampire is another. He and I are also involved romantically. It is a wonderful thing, brother, the love of another felt so deep on levels that even - I think - are not normally known by us celestial types." A pause. "Surely we have...had...the love of our father. The love of each other. But there is something about the thrill of romance, as well as what all may come with it at different times. Up to and including the pain of it. I...I actually do hope that if this is something you strive for, you find it, in someone who is worthy enough to love and be loved by you."
Castiel	Castiel listens carefully. Lucifer in love. What a strange world this is. "I am happy for you, brother," he says at last. "I do long for it, whether with a man or a woman or something else entirely. I would like to find that connection. I would like, very much, to be wanted. I do not know if that has ever been true, in my life. I have never been an object of desire. Merely a conduit for His will." "I should have known, if you would do such a thing, you would do it in the most unconventional of fashions."
Sinister	Sinister looks down at the slick-backed black head of hair beneath him, tips his chin to the side and cracks his neck left, then right, pointedly. That tends to herald something, a tell of sorts as he plays with the hairs at the nape of Luci's neck. He looks at Castiel then, his eyes exceptionally blue. "What do you imagine that nature of love to be, I wonder?" he muses. "It takes all sorts of shapes and forms," he eats his fudge, placing it slow on his tongue and moving it eeeeeever so slowly to his cheek, licking each digit in purposeful demonstration. Hand at nape slides into hair and scratches a path along scalp, then he releases Lucifer, stepping away from the proximity of the archangel to advance on Castiel. It's a fluid manner in which he looks left, right, weaving his head about as if taking a measurement of the warrior angel. "How can you never have felt wanted?"
Lucifer	Are people still being kept at bay? To not be allowed to come into this room and stare at some fish? Lucifer becomes very aware of the surroundings and also equally aware of the conversation and where it might be leading to. Even if it doesn't lead to all endings, a level of tact should likely be kept. That being said, he's also enjoying the absolute shit out of this and doesn't want to interrupt it just so they can move locations. A keen eye watches Nathaniel after having enjoyed such attentions as the toying of his hair and watching the sloooooow way that the man eats his fudge. When he's stepped from and Nathaniel approaches Castiel, there's a smirk. He dare not answer for this brother, but he has a strong idea - which could also be entirely wrong. So he just watches.
Castiel	Castiel watches the display of fudgery with a very conflicted expression, feeling things that he hasn't really felt in the past and isn't sure he should be allowed to feel, regardless of his current state of divinity. "I just...haven't," he manages to say. "In my ethereal form, I never had a...carnal aspect?" he says. "Yes, Lucifer, I know you probably did, but you have ever been an exception to our kind," he adds. "And now I do and...I find it...complicated."
Sinister	"Never knowing what you're missing," Sinister murmurs, shaking his head faintly. "I have travelled astrally, a seperate thing from my physical self, but I always know the depths of myself, likely because I have knowledge of who and what I was, am and hopefully ever will be. It must sometimes be overwhelming." He doesn't break eye contact all that time, but he does now, looking back over his shoulder. "Well? I can fly us all away from here, but it's much quicker if you do so." He says to Lucifer, then looks back at Castiel. "Or you, if you have the same knack."
Lucifer	Lucifer stands and approaches Nathaniel and Castiel, tilting his head one way and then the other. "I can certainly take us all there if wished." He offers, his eyes settling on his brother for a moment. One arm snakes around Nathaniel's waist, because he simply has to be in contact for them to travel together. His other hand reaches out to Castiel. "If you are comfortable, then join us. The choice is up to you. No hard feelings if you decline." Is offered, because it has to be. He's still all smiles as well, if one can find reassurance in that.
Castiel	Castiel regards Lucifer for a long moment and, to be fair, picking up subtext isn't entirely his strong suit, he may not -fully- understand what he's being asked, not because he would be against it, but he just wouldn't quite conceive of it on his own without someone definitely pointing it out to him, perhaps with illustrations. But he reaches out and takes the hand, "I will join you," he says. He's not sure what he's in for. BUt he's sure it won't be boring.