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Sinister	Explaining bad ideas (or potentially terribly good ideas) to your lover when he is prone to just occasionally going 'why the hell not?' has all kinds of potential for dire consequences. That conversation probably happened in the wee hours when sleep isn't a requirement and distractions from other pressing matters have a priority to occupy the brain. Of note: This is NOT Cove cottage, this is Club Lux, fundamentally because Lux does have a couple of 'strong rooms' for ... reasons. Promises made to ancient undead and just because you never know who you might have to lock up for a while, if they're having a bad day. You see, the topic of the potential experiment was this: "I wonder which mutations combine well with vampirism and is there a control that can be exerted? There was this annoying contagion brought about by a mutant power with a disturbing side effect, but that wasn't true vampirism. I should study that. Also, I rather want to know how bad it is.... We should ask Vlad, shouldn't we? What could go wrong." So Sinister is ambling about the penthouse, pacing to keep himself occupied and NOT looking at the other Sinister that's staring out into nowhere on the long couch, nothing so much as a shell of a person that blinks every so often. Lights are on, nobody is home.
Lucifer	What could go wrong indeed. Potentially nothing, potentially everything. Hopefully they wind up in some sort of middle ground. The conversation was something not wholly expected but also not really unexpected either. Sinister has a curious mind, and often that leads to things happening. In many glorious ways. Lucifer has a mortal shell he can be put into when he wants. Why not give Sinister a little vampire. There's all SORTS of things Lucifer has in his mind that go a bit aside the actual testing and scientific exploring one wants to do. So, all that decided, and things prepped....he uses the coin to tug at a Dracula's mind. Some things he does just to let Vlad know he's thinking of the vampire, but the coin will actually call and say 'hey come visit', in it's own special way. While doing this, Lucifer looks Sinister up and down a moment, brow raised. "You look nervous..."
Dracula	Sometimes all it takes to make a bad idea good or a good idea bad happens to be perspective. And sometimes perspective is a bit of a wonky sort of thing. In the centuries of his life, it could be said that Vlad has indulged in both good ideas and bad ideas to varying degrees of success. Or failure. The mudmen had been particularly amusing and both a good and a bad idea for a number of reasons. Flicking his tongue out, Vlad licks a bit of blood from his lips and steps away from the corpse on the rooftop, his fangs receding. His hair bleeds from white to black, falling lightly over his shoulders and upper back. His eyes shift back to dark brown. One of his hands lifts and he makes a minute adjustment to the collar of the long peacoat that he wears, and he starts to walk down the spine of the rooftop. He reaches the end of the roof and pauses there, a shadow of darkness amongst the nighttime shadows, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. Listening. One of his ears twitches slightly. A hint of a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and, though it is some distance from his current location, his gaze drifts in the direction of Lux. "Interesting," he says softly, his tone deep and as dark as the night around him. "What could go wrong, indeed." There's a chuckle that slips past his lips, and then he steps lightly off the rooftop to be swallowed up by the waiting shadows. He reappears just outside the door of the penthouse. The shadows slither away as he lifts a hand to knock thrice upon the door.
Sinister	"Do I?" Siniser replies, casting a look over at Lucifer with a fleeting flash of his eyes wide and a grin that matches. "Nervous excitement, I assure. Plus," he moves over to the couch to crouch down infront of his doppleganger, staring it in the face. "I'm always a little uncomfortable about staring myself in the face like this. I usually just have one hoisted out of the tank right when I'm about to inhabit it. This one is just staring." It blinks "...I don't like how it looks at me." Reaching out, he pokes himself in the cheek, moving the flesh around like putty and with a pinch at the chin, smooshes his clone's lips out in immitation of a goldfish. "There's probably all kinds of psychological issues that could be compounded by this sort of activity. Maybe I should do my hair in little pigtails. Let you attack it with a magic marker." He narrows eyes at the clone. "Stop staring at me." It closes its eyes. "Good boy." Pat-pat on the head. The knock has him looking that way, then looking at Lucifer as he straightens up and sets to pacing about once again. "Well, here we go."
Lucifer	"Uh huh. Now you know how I felt when I was staring at myself... knowing that either way I was looking at either mortal or immortal me." Lucifer quips in a teasing manner while watching Sinister deal with the clone he is about to inhabit. A tilt of his head then before he looks to the door when that knock comes. The roof access. He walks over but waves a hand so the door opens without manual labor and soon he's standing in front of Vlad Dracul. "Ah, my dearest Vlad. Welcome." He offers, approaching for a hug and a kiss proper once the vampire does enter. There's a pacing Sinister, a clone on the couch and ... otherwise nothing much has changed. "How have you been faring, my dear? Feeding well still?"
Dracula	With one possessed of such keen hearing as what Dracula has, he listens in on the conversation that drifts to him. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he makes a slight gesture of his right hand and invisible fingers gather the sides of his hair to the back of his head to secure them there with a bone clasp. He tilts his head a touch to one side, listening to the pacing steps and finding himself to be possessed of a certain curiosity. As the door is opened, his attention shifts to the front and thus to Lucifer as the devil comes to stand before him. A smile quirks at the corners of his lips and a spark of amusement shows in his dark eyes as he inclines his head towards the fallen heavenly host. "Thank you, my dear," he says, moving to step within the penthouse suite itself. The kiss is welcomed and given in turn, the hug accompanied by the wander of one of his hands down Lucifer's back. He turns his gaze further then and raises an eyebrow just a touch. "It seems I have a knack for appearing when there is an extra body laying about," he comments, sounding bemused. "It leaves me wondering what the two of you have been plotting whilst I have not been here to bear witness to your musings," he says, glancing from one to the other of them. There's a certain amount of attention that he pays to the coins, but on the flip side, there's a certain amount he doesn't pay them either. Eavesdropping on everything would be particularly rude. "I have been well, indeed. It is oft best if I keep well fed. The alternative can be... messy," he comments, quirking a smile.
Sinister	"Well, I could make one for you, but it would be quite strange I feel. I am rather certain that I could not make a mortal version, as any untouched DNA you possess would be quite, quite old by now and fundamentally useless, Vlad." Sinister proffers that as he turns to the roof access, watching the ingress of the ancient prince and the greeting of lovers with a faint smile. "I would be happy to create one of your current state though, it would be far, far easier than reconstitution, if something were to happen to you. In a torporous state, I imagine it would be quite a simple thing to have a blood bag hooked up once a week to keep it viable. Or it might not even require that without animae to give it movement. I don't know, I would have to ... ahh... experiment." Which brings him to walking forward, in order to air-kiss the elder. "And I would much rather get that kind of thing right, before I provided a finished product. That brings me to entertaining a query-- would you be inclined to assist me in such an experiment, using one of my own clones as a test subject? With an added bonus of me being fully capable of experiencing transformation to vampirism by vicarious occupation of said clone's brain? I find that I've a bee in my bonnet."
Lucifer	Lucifer nods his head as he steps back from lovers greeting and listens as Vlad remarks about keeping fed or else. "Yes, I could see how such a thing as you not keeping fed could be...messy. Just remember that if you cannot find a victim, then I am always ready to help fill a need." He says this much and then steps back as Sinister then approaches and informs the vampire of his thoughts, musings, and ultimately the request. In truth, he isn't quite sure how Vlad would feel about siring someone...or something...that may very well be not a steady kin. At the same time, he's not one to speak for the Vampire Lord, hence why Sinister needed to propose the idea to the man himself. A shift back further, and then he turns while Geneticist speaks to the Vampire, walking to the bar and pouring them each a glass of their prefered drink. Cognac for Sin, Whiskey for Vlad, and a Whiskey for himself as well. The drinks are then levitated and served to their intended while he remains silent and simply present. Listening and observing otherwise. Interest piqued.
Dracula	There is a long look that's given to the clone, and Vlad lifts his right had to make a slight gesture as he gives his head a small shake. "I have no wish for a mortal copy of myself to be made. I remember the chains of mortality and the sting of pain upon flesh, and have no greater desire for it now than what I did in those times," he comments, his dark gaze shifting to Sinister. "Providing there is an DNA within me that has been untouched by what I have become," he adds, inclining his head towards the fellow, a smile quirking his lips. "To create a lifeless vessel that awaits occupation should those who attempt to deliver ill will upon my flesh happen to succeed, that... that is a thing that ought be done. Reconstitution and the time such a thing requires can be a tedious process. There is a certain amount of experimentation that ought be done, aye. I do not believe that such a vessel would need the blood until it happened to be occupied by my life force," Vlad muses, his tone thoughtful. In exchange for the air-kiss, he shifts forward slightly in order to lightly brush his lips against one of Sinister's cheeks, should the other allow it to be done. "We will take the time for such experimentation. Perhaps sooner, rather than later," he suggests. If he has reason behind it, he doesn't go into details. There are always those who are looking to kill him, once and for all. His tongue flicks out, brushing lightly over his lips as he listens to the request that Sinister has, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. "This clone of yours... I trust it has not inherited any of your regenerative abilities? The vampiric condition, as some term it, is a thing that can be fought off by such things. The transformation is not a hasty sort of thing. It takes a few days for it to be completed," he explains, glancing briefly towards Lucifer before his attention turns to Sinister. "In broad strokes, it works thus -- the host, if you will, is brought into contact with the enzyme that causes vampirism. Then the host is exanguinated. Typically, over three days, the body is then converted into that of a vampire and is revived. There are a number of basic abilities that vampires tend to inherit, if you will," he adds, going into a bit more detail. "I will extend to you a period of a fortnight in which to study it and kill it. If it lives yet come the end of this period then I will kill it myself," Vlad says in a sort of final tone. These, it seems, are his terms. His gaze shifts over to Lucifer, and he lifts a hand to collect the glass of whiskey as it's brought to him, and then he bows in Lucifer's direction. He lifts it, taking a sip of it whilst he considers some of the previous words that had been said, and he gives a nod. "I appreciate the offer of it, Lucifer. My taste for you has not waned, and when comes the next time I hunger, I shall visit you to satisfy it," he says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His attention shifts back to Sinister, and he lightly swirls the whiskey in his glass before he takes a sip of it, studying him for a long moment.
Sinister	Sinister allows the brush of lips to his cheek and doesn't yet return to his pacing. No, now he's keeping that carefully controlled, to the point of having a rigid stranglehold over it all. "Acceptable conditions and indeed, it does have my healing factor. That's of no nevermind though-- I can stop a gift from working with but a thought." And just as a reassurance "...As long as it's rooted in genetic mutation that is. You both are quite safe." He sniffs. "I should have plenty of time to extrapolate useful data from the test subject over that period of time and a few days grace to catalogue experience also. It may prove helpful for your own self, later, Vlad. When next the urge to dominate the world comes about, as it's bound to." He grins, looks at Lucifer at this juncture and bobs his eyebrows up and down once, sipping his cognac to completion in the wake of it and glancing at the dregs. "I feel I should take a bottle of this to my lab sometime, it really is quite a fine distill you carry here," setting it aside, he walks to the clone on the couch and with the diamond in his forehead glowing some, reaches out to touch the matching one on the other's forehead. "On-off button." Its eyes open again. "I didn't tell you to open your eyes." And they close once again.
Lucifer	"So while you two play Vampire Roulette... or... whatever... I wonder what I shall do in the mean time..." Lucifer ponders as he then drinks from his whiskey while walking back towards his bookshelves. "Perhaps read a book or two? Maybe peek inside Pandora's Box for a bit of fun?" Though, he then realizes one thing and glances to Vlad. "Ah...one thing...uhm..." Yeah he's about to put a damper on the moment but there's no 'good' time to drop news. "There was an...issue...with the twins. And they decided to kill themselves rather than wind up killing their mother..." He gestures towards Sin. "We're dealing with it the best we can. But since you're here, and it's happened, I wanted you to be aware." Which can, maybe, account for Sin's wondering and desire for experiments. It keeps his mind occupied...and if this one will take days...well... that might be good for a few different reasons. That said, he turns back to his bookshelf, seeming to browse the bindings for something that might interest him.
Dracula	The Lord of the Vampires sketches a slight bow towards Sinister as his conditions are accepted, the movement causing some of his hair to drift forward over his shoulders, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He reaches out to set aside his whiskey, and then he smoothly unbuttons the peacoat that he wears before lifting it free of his shoulders and off. He drapes it over the back of the couch, and then his attention shifts to the clone for a brief moment before shifting again to Sinister. And he gives a small nod. "I am not unwilling to allow a few days' grace in order to allow you the time to have all of the data catalogued. I am curious to see what you will find out in that time," he says, sounding a touch curious and amused, both. Then he chuckles softly before he gives a nod and a wink to Sinister. "The urge does seem to make its way back about now and again. It has been a little while since the last time," he muses, a spark showing in his dark eyes. He reaches out for his whiskey again, picking it up to take a sip of it as his attention is caught by Lucifer, and one of his eyebrows quirks. "You are welcome to help where you see fit to do, Lucifer," he offers, inclining his head slightly towards the devil. He tilts his head a touch to one side as there is the hesitation which comes before the actual news itself. His gaze turns to Sinister as the news is shared, his expression turned solemn, and he looks briefly between the pair of them. "I am very sorry to hear of it having happened," Vlad says softly, a gentle tone to his voice. "If there is aught that I can do, please let me know," he adds, his tone solemn and respectful.
Sinister	"Distraction is a powerful thing, Vlad." Sinister says, tapping the diamond in his clone's forehead one more time and this time, when the eyes open, he stoops to stare right into them, his expression devoid of emotion at all. "This was not the first time, I have lost my own offspring. I find that the second time around, the ache is bone deep. I suppose that might be one of the reasons I tend toward vicarious parenting of pet projects. I really should stop doing that." He frowns, straightens glances at them both, though in truth lingers on Lucifer a little longer and then down and to the side. Shame? No. But he's very good at hiding things deep, when he choses to. A gesture is made to the clone with a bow of his head to Vlad, "Be my guest," as he walks over to the bookshelf and leans there, arms and ankles crossed, half-lidding eyes and gazing. The clone's eyes flutter several times, he frowns, looks up and around, looks at his hands in his lap and grows a claw, poking the palm of the opposite. A welling of blood emerges and after a moment or two, fails to stop emerging. By the bookshelf: "Voila. Off-switch. Wax on. Wax off. Tasty treat though, I still taste like me."
Lucifer	"I do have a sudden curiosity about pain transmission. I suppose since they're clones you won't feel anything...and yet if you're connected to your clones by the mind, wouldn't you feel what they feel? Think as they think along as apart from their thoughts?" Lucifer offers this while reaching into a particular box and pulls out a black feather. One of several he kept, but this is one of the less perfect ones. The perfect one is at the bottom of the stack of few. "I appreciate the sentiment, Vlad. We will speak of those things soon enough. For now, I just wanted you to know. In case there may have been...concern?" Even if he was messing with a clone, there's just... well Lucifer doesn't know. He was just speaking to speak maybe. The Sinister by the bookshelf is met with a kiss and then a rest of forehead on shoulder. "Sorry. This is your moment. Maybe I should go do some paperwork or something... seclude myself for a moment or several..."
Dracula	"Indeed, it is that," Vlad agrees, his dark gaze resting on Sinister. He has engrossed himself in a fair few distractions across the course of his lifetime. He softly steps towards Sinister and lifts a hand to place it upon one of his shoulders, should he be permitted, and a gentle squeeze will be offered there before he lowers his hand once again. "It is what pet projects are for, is it not? To be doted upon, to steal our attention, to distract us," he says softly, a gentle tone to his voice. "There is no need or reason to cease doing so," he adds, inclining his head slightly. He understands the loss of family, the loss of one's offspring, though his own loss of such tends to occur in a different sort of manner. His attention then shifts over to the clone upon the couch as he is thus invited. The scent of blood does, forever and always, draw a reaction from the hunger within him, even though he is well fed. The crimson spark rises in his dark eyes, and his tongue flicks out to lightly brush over his upper lip. There is a flick of a glance towards Sinister and he gives a small nod. "The philosophical nature of the essence within the host adding to the tastiness of the meal, so to speak, shall be left up for future debate," he comments, inclining his head slightly towards Sinister. He would prefer to bite Sinister than a clone, though he doesn't say as much in the moment. He steps around the couch in order to stand in front of the clone, watching it for a moment. "I am appreciative of the knowledge being shared, though I had wished and hoped for better news. I was concerned, yet had not found a way around weaving it to words, as yet," he says softly, that gentle tone returned. "Lucifer, this moment does not belong to any one in particular. If you are present then it is yours to share in and savour as much as it is ours to do so with," Vlad says, his dark gaze lifting from the meal of the clone to the devil for a lingering moment. "Prithee, Lucifer, stay," he requests, looking down briefly as he inclines his head towards Lucifer. His attention returns to the clone once again, watching it for a brief moment. Then he steps forward slightly as he lifts a hand to place it at the side of the clone's neck, and he leans forward to rather promptly bite the opposite side of the neck. There is a moment where it seems that there is nothing that happens, and then Vlad starts to drink the blood of the clone with every intent of draining it entirely dry. To leave it a husk.
Sinister	Sinister's actual eyes close at the kiss and the lean, the clones eyes going a little wider at the advance of Vlad. There's attention being vividly paid there, by the not-sinister body. Anticipation and actual tension when the neck is touched and tilted AND a swallow and oh-so-slight gargle and hiss. Murmured by the Sin beside Lucifer. "I can feel every heartbeat, every fear, every nerve jangle. I can put myself in two places at the same time in a complete sense, when I'm in the same vicinity as the one I control. I am both it and myself..." The bite and swift progress toward exsanguination have the upright version of Sinister buckling at the knees and clutching to Lucifer's shoulder with a sharp exhale, hand going to his own heart and pressing there. "Being a multitude at once is usually fleeting, a skim across minds, autonomous and imprinted to me. THis is not that. Trust me." So the clone clutches at Vlad's shirt and there is a fight, an attempt to shove back an iron tide when exhaltation and the following fear for life itself takes fleeting hold, even though ... it's just a clone. It isn't when actively ridden. No more than Lucifer's little human is not him, when he occupies it like a suit.
Lucifer	And so, Lucifer stays. Mostly because he was asked in so many ways by both people in the room. He replaces the feather back where it came from and just in time as well. Not a moment later, Sin is doubled over, clutching at him, while sharing the moment of the clone's life being taken. Lucifer glances over and gives a little grin. There is something about all this. Pride? Lust maybe? Gluttony? A few sins that he could drink in for the moment and empower himself with. Given the things he's done the last few days, he could use such a thing truth be told. He shifts to hold Sin close against him, to help the man stay mostly on his feet. "Easy does it, love..." Saying this and then gives a little grin, pulling the man as upright as he can. "Tell me... how does it feel? Hmm?"
Dracula	The Lord of Vampires is assuredly a predator, and there is a certain air of it that imbues the very air around him. The reactions of the clone do naught to dissuade him from doing as he had agreed to do for Sinister. And the hiss it gives reminds him of a kitten, in a way. One of his ears turns slightly towards Sinister, listening to the words that are said, and that may perhaps lend some alteration to the feeding for him, given that it's felt by Sinister as well. There is a slight shift of his weight, and his dark eyes slip closed as he continues to drink. Vlad doesn't seem to mind or notice the clutching at his shirt, and the attempt to shove him back doesn't even move him even a little bit. His hand grips a touch firmer, and it is only once the last droplet of blood has been drained and drunk that he eases his fangs from the flesh before withdrawing his head. His tongue flicks out, brushing his lips, and he opens his eyes to look towards the pair of Lucifer and Sinister. With such a feeding, he is full and overly so, brimming with power that nigh begs to be used and given form. Yet he doesn't give in to the temptation of it, and he softly slips his fingers away from the clone's neck before he takes a half step back from the clone.
Sinister	GLuttony has a very definite hold on the aura of the moment, as does Lust. And oddly, a little envy, slipsliding along like a tendril of ivy poking in at an oak tree and craving what that mighty tree has, that it does not. Inch by inch, the green-eyed monster can kill such a tree. Sinister's hand on Lucifer's shoulder seizes, much as the clone's does upon Vlad. There's a spasm there, as strength of one fails, even though the other's remains intact -- were it not for Lucifer holding the geneticist up, he would be crumpled on the floor and heaving to gain breath, when there is none. "It burns. Tunnel vision. The point of the bite is so intense... it hurts /so/ much that it confuses the senses and makes it feel like euphoria. I can't hear. I can't see..." He coughs, gargles a little, arches shoulders backwards. It mirrors a spasm from the him that's on the couch, like a landed fish drowning in air, there's an arch, a grimace and strangled expression, where an instinct to shapeshift and create more sanguine humor takes a desperate hold. But it was blocked, along with regeneration and ... "I feel like I'm falling into black. I can see stars though. Sparks in my eyes. I can feel my heart ... dying."
Lucifer	"Easy does it..." Lucifer is stronger than he looks at least, so even while life continues to ebb from the clone and vicariously affect the true Sinister as well, he's able to keep the man kept upright. Though, even that might actually have to be succumbed to eventually and he shifts to gently guide Sinister to the chair adjacent from where his clone lies. "Though all of that doesn't sound good. Are you going to be okay? Like..." He looks to Vlad, and it would almost seem that Lucifer is going into a slight panic. "I thought it would only really be affecting your clone.."
Dracula	The Lord of Vampires had no need of the blood that he consumed, and yet... he drank all that the clone's body had to offer. Every. Last. Droplet. Gluttony is assuredly present and here in these moments. Blood is life. Blood is power. And there is a thrum of it within the aura that surrounds Vlad, an almost swirling darkness of it, a nigh tangible thing that teases at the edges of one's senses. It is a long moment before he opens his dark eyes which glitter nigh like onyx caught in a flicker of firelight, and he drinks in the sight of the effects that Sinister yet experiences. Oh, he could drink more, for the hunger is ever-present, but he holds himself fast where he stands near to the couch. "This death holds within it a rebirth that will come. The conversion of the body will begin. When he revives, it will be with hunger and need for blood. Feed him not of yourselves for when he revives, he will have no control of the hunger. Feed him on what you keep on tap for me below. The hunger is a beast that knows no bounds," Vlad says softly, giving a small nod towards the pair standing near the bookshelf. He tilts his head a touch to one side, looking from them to the clone and back again. "There is a link and such things travel both ways across it, if I am understanding it correctly. What the clone experiences echoes back," he says softly, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "He did not die even when I drained all of his blood. This will not kill him either," he adds, a gentle note touching his voice. Vlad seems oddly certain of that.
Sinister	"I won't..." Sinister mumbles but his head is still swimming in the midst of what part of his mind is experiencing in -that- body over there. It makes him nigh torporous and effort to speak seems to have become a little harder in the moment. "...I still regenerate. But... Buggerit. Whathesaid." He waves a hand loosely at Vlad and shudders, swooning in the connection. Luckily, it's only for a short while. But we're going to make this interesting, because well, currently unconscious swooning Sin in Lucifer arms, with no breath and no heartbeat. Oh no, no panic. Nope. None. Nu-uh.
Lucifer	Lucifer nods and seems to relax for just a moment. Even when Sinister begins to sort of become heavier, more dead weight in his arms. Which comes after he begins to sort of lose his ability to speak or...have a coherent thought it seems. Which also doesn't seem to bother Lucifer for the moment.... What DOES bother Lucifer is when Sinister goes unconscious. Not only that. He's not breathing. There's no heartbeat. And Lucifer sets the man in the chair and shakes his head. "No. Nononono...this wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to...to..." A look is given to Dracula then. "This is death. He is dead. What the everloving FUCK?!" It's not directed at anyone. Really. Lucifer is now just back to more visible, tower toppling levels of PANIC.
Dracula	Sharing a mind with something that is dying is a challenging thing. Vlad hasn't any experience in doing so, but he can imagine it. He's held people in his arms as he drained their life and killed them whilst he's held them. He inclines his head slightly towards Sinister at the words that are said, that bit of a smile remaining at the corners of his lips. His hands rest lightly at his sides, and he remains where he stands near to the couch. Watching and listening. He hears when the breath stops, and he hears when the heartbeat stops. He tilts his head a touch to one side. His gaze shifts to Lucifer, and he gives a small shake of his head. "It is not death, Lucifer. Do you remember when I drained him of blood and turned him into a puddle? He was not breathing then, his heart was not beating. Yet he was still alive, it did not kill him," he says softly, a gentle tone to his voice. Vlad seems entirely calm. "He is not dead. Give him a few moments, Lucifer," he adds. Only then does he move to step away from the couch and approach, and he gently places a hand upon Lucifer's shoulder.
Sinister	Only one Sinister in this scenario is dead. Or rather, in the process of being converted. But truth, when your mind is dragged down by a powerful experience and all that you are is controlled by that mind, down to the minutest detail and inner working of every single cell... well. Maybe the zinging radio static in the mind would ease things a little bit. If the devil concentrates it's still there -- then the white noise that is that crackle of connection roars back to life like the knob on the radio just got turned to the right station and with that surge comes an enormous and gasped intake of breath into the lungs. Deadweight becomes animated weight once again and Sinister grabs the arms of the chair he was sat in, rigidity claiming him a moment afterwards, followed by a violent slapping of his own head with both hands, as he lets go of the arms. "Back. BACK! Get back! Let go!" commanding tone, the diamond in his forehead flares red, glowing and radiating energy for several seconds before he calms down. "Oh my -word- I don't envy you, Dracula. I'll play lets pretend every day of the week, before I endure that again. You have my -respect-."
Lucifer	"I..." Lucifer stops himself and then nods his head. "I remember. It's just... he was a puddle. It was expected that he didn't breathe and his heart didn't beat. This is... he's still..." There's a gesture and then Lucifer laughs a little. "My brain cannot seem to process it when it's in his actual bodily form." Then that body comes to life again and he jumps just a little. "What the hell are you ordering back? Is everything alright?" Of course it's not! The man just came back to life! A breath. Another. He smiles finally. "Pretty wicked trip, eh?"
Dracula	Indeed, there is only one Sinister that is dead and that one is only a clone. Although 'only' is a term to be used a bit loosely given the link between the clone and the real Sinister. One of his eyebrows quirks up slightly as he hears that sharp intake of breath, and he faintly gives a nod. It was what he expected would happen, it just needed time. Time, sometimes, is a large piece of a puzzle. A flicker of surprise rises up to show in his dark eyes at the urging of back, but Dracula doesn't move away from either one of them. He tilts his head to one side, his gaze holding upon Sinister. "Everything has a price," he says softly. Then he half bows in a respectful manner to him. The cost to all that he is, is the hunger. The ravening hunger that is never sated, never full, never satisfied. "Thank you, Sinister. It is one thing to be told of it and quite another to experience it, to feel it," he says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. His attention shifts to Lucifer, and one of his eyebrows quirks up slightly. "Indeed, he was a puddle. So think of him now as a human shaped puddle but with more substance," he comments, a touch of amusement to his voice. His gaze turns back to Sinister, watching him, studying him.
Sinister	Sinister is not quite hyperventilating, but the dragging of breath, whether needed or not (And clearly not) is something that seems to feel vital. And vitality is something he is quite pleased of having right now. A hand on his breast taps a couple of times, as if dislodging a frog from his throat and he calms down enough to tap his temple, gesturing from his own head to the clone's. "It is dangerous to follow the dying. When the mind is connected, the fuzziness at the point of expiration can be like quicksand. I was telling myself firmly to let go, because if I did not I was going to..." he gestures at the torporous corpse on the couch. "..." catching up "...I am not a sentient puddle. I am far more than that, thank you very much. That is quite cheeky, you know. I mean I /could/ call you a walking talking column of necrosis, but that would just be rude."
Lucifer	Lucifer cannot help but actually laugh at the quip Sinister gives at the end of all things. "No, but you were turned into a puddle at one point back when and Vlad was just trying to help me get over the idea that you were dead in my arms." A pause. "Like dead dead." Which would have just made so many things having been done in vain, to a point. He then looks over at Vlad and smirks, leaning up to lick at the man's lips. "Mmn...you had a little left over....just there..." Offering this before stepping back some. "So... should we move the clone while it...incubates?"
Dracula	"The dying are always dangerous to follow lest you follow them that one step too far and end up keeping them company for the end of time," Vlad says softly, a hint of a smile touching his lips. One of his eyebrows quirks up and he does his best to refrain the grin that threatens as he inclines his head towards Sinister. "Indeed, you are not a sentient puddle. In that moment, you held the appearance of one and yet as you said, you are much more than such," he agrees, giving a nod. Then he softly clears his throat. "I am a walking and talking column of necrosis. Well maintained, under most circumstances. It is not an inaccurate description," he says, with some amusement. His attention shifts to Lucifer, and he inclines his head towards him. "For the three of us, dead is not dead. Death is a mild inconvenience that is owned by a few moments and then we recover from it," he comments, the corners of his lips twitching. There's a slow and slight tilt of his head at the rogue-ish nature of the devil, and he steps in to kiss Lucifer full on the lips, should he be permitted to do so. A lingering kiss, and he gives a sharp nip of Lucifer's lower lip as he parts the embrace, and then he winks at the devil. A glance is given towards the clone, and then he lifts one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. "It will be fine anywhere, until it revives and seeks blood. I make no guarantees of its behaviour. The young are oft ill behaved savages," he comments.
Sinister	"That would be a vigorous 'yes' then," SInister turns one hand palm up and lifts his wrist a little bit, levitating the corpse from the couch in a boneless flop. It looks quite aesthetic, except that it's him which is a bit creepy when you think about it for too long. "I'll just give you two a moment and go store my nosferatu self in the strong room." He gooses Lucifer though as he does so and leans in to kiss Vlad's ear as he heads to do just that. "I would call you a well preserved pile of formaldehyde, if I was being generous!" is called back when he's just out of /easy/ reach.