Owner	Pose
Sinister	It is late in the day. The sun went down some four hours ago and the hour is approaching midnight. Sinister had slept in under the wonderful rays of the sun, had kissed his Devil fare-thee-well and dressed himself in his most precise gentleman attire -- the pet remained chained in the locked room, slumbering in the hours of the sun, when he bound the corpse in TK bonds and created a shield bubble around it, before teleporting it and himself out of the Penthouse. He DID say he had some work to do which would not be conducted here... And so the Zzzzzzzzzzzzap of electrical transport rings manifests in the lock room once again and the worst hissing fit and rattling of chains imaginable. "Now, now. Be a good beastie and eat up. It doesn't taste great, but it works..." the calm tones echo a bit, becoming clearer as he exits and moves to monitor on the computer screen, sitting and watching the action within.
Lucifer	Lucifer wasn't down for much longer after Sinister kissed the Devil fare-the-well and went about his own business so that he could do the same. After all, bills don't pay themselves, and while he has a few he would trust with the financials he also...doesn't quite trust them. So he often does them himself - or at least balances the books when he feels the need to. Cut the payroll checks. Hire some people, fire others. All the usual ins and outs that comes with being a business owner. He's also not been long home, stretched out on the sectional lengthwise, whiskey in hand, legs crossed and a book in his lap. He hears Sinister's voice before he really notes that his lover is home and flips the pages in his book while taking a sip. "Everything go according to plan today, love?"
Sinister	"Oh, yes, yes indeed. Went swimmingly and I did /not/ accidentally kill my clone, either. There was a risk of that, but nope. Suitable shielding. And the thirst is now taking care of having to drink that rather unappealing synthblood. It works, mind, but it's not the same at all. Rather like having diet coke when you really want original pepsi." Sinister looks over the readings he's getting, watching the computer screen. "Good day? Cross all the T's and dot the i's?" He presses a button on the computer. A splutplut noise suggests a lot more synthetic blood got dropped in the lock-room and he leaves the camera recording as he moves on over to settle himself. He has a cane with him tonight, with a rather pretty ruby quartz in the hilt, made of ebony and bound by silver. Yes, silver. He rests it on the table gently and sits, leaning over to give a 'mwah' to the cheek.
Lucifer	"You know, everyone misses a grand opportunity with that phrase. You can turn it into a joke and break a little more ice if you say cross the eyes and dot the tees..." Lucifer offers, tipping back his glass to sip more whiskey. Another glass comes floating by, filled with Sinister's favorite cognac. "But yes. All of my affairs are in order and I am now able to breathe a little clearer knowing that Lux hasn't burned down and none of my employees are chomping at the bits for anything." His ears perk a bit and he tilts his head back some before looking towards the locked room and back to Sinister. "Speaking of chomping, he seems to be sucking down a fair bit. Suppose if it's all the synthetic blood then that's okay, and at least it's doing the job right?" Leaning forward and up a bit as he's mwah'd, to perhaps turn the head and capture the lips for a more proper kiss. "Maybe he can have a little bit of actual pepsi later....if he still desires..." A smirk. "So. What's the biggest thing we learned today then?"
Sinister	"Touche," Sinister laughs, his voice halted as the turn of chin puts mouth to mouth and he gives a slow, sentimental smooch with a stroke of his index finger up and over Lucifer's adam's apple from suprasternal notch all the way up to chin. He claims the cognac, then, taking a sip oh-so-close to his companion with a sloe-eyed look beneath his lashes, head tipping to spill inky black down over tailored vest and smart leather dress coat both. "Actually, the greatest lesson learned today is still being learned. I amputated one of its arms and I'm seeing just how much blood is required to regrow a limb. So far, it seems to be approximately two humans worth, judging by the sensations I'm gleaning off of it. It will still be hungry, thus the extra." He glances over his shoulder toward the door. "So, just a handful of vampires in a very tight situation would make a serious dent in a population, if they had reason to. Precise amounts are important to measure, as it can relate to impact on populace." He looks back. "Also, the beastie is sensitive to UV light. It makes it itch. But it does not burn. However, sunlight seems to conflagrate in approximately one point five seconds, from solid to ash. Just a pinky finger and I fed it well after that."
Lucifer	"Mmn, well those surely are some tests you could not perform within the room. I'm glad that they gleaned new insight...and that you're still learning. Also, it's nice to know the synthetic blood works...even if it doesn't taste all that great." This much offered from Lucifer before he shifts just a bit in his seat. "Now. We've tested many things... but I am sure there are a few more things itching to be discovered. What more do you have in store for this little...vampuric pet as we've come to call it?" He asks, sips whiskey and watches his up-close lover with a serene grin over his lips. The Devil seems in good spirits tonight.
Sinister	"The sheer volume of consumption necessary to sustain after injury is problematic and I think I can probably find a workable solution to that, with concentration of nutrition; make a synthetic superbag. If there's alternatives..." Sinister says, pauses and looks at that serene grin "...they can be marketed and provide an alternative lifestyle for those that do not deserve to be hunted. Hmm?" He smiles, rests a hand on Luci's own at that and offers a squeeze. Well, well. There may have been a measure of alterior motive in all of this. "Even if some might not like it all that much..." he looks to the room, the computer. "I am currently measuring what they do with the excess water." He looks back, then intimates with a gesture to sit behind Lucifer and act like a living cushion and chairback, arms opened in invite. "Time is the enemy, my sweet. Long term effects I cannot study in the time I have. Do you have any suggestions? I sometimes do not think of all possibilities when my mind is focused on minutae of physiology and pathology."
Lucifer	Lucifer shifts a bit as Sinister offers to get behind and act as that living cushion, settling back so that both he and Sinister are comfortable but he still has his book, and whiskey. "Well, my love, it's simple. We go to a place where time has no meaning... where you can spend what feels like weeks and it's only been minutes. Days and it's only been hours... and so forth.." Saying this even as he sets the book aside, makes the whiskey float, and then sparks up a cigarette. "Course, we'll have to test survivability... but...if you want to know long term affects and we have..." he does the math in his head "...roughly a week left? That could be a long while in the right places..."
Sinister	Yes, see that's one of the things that SInister just wouldn't have thought of. "I'm sorry?" but he is a quick study after all. "Ohh. Oh, I see." He sips his cognac, swirling it around the glass and resting it on his knee, bringing his nose and lips close to the heat of Lucifer's neck, kissing a line from shoulder up to jaw over that dark stubble. "I should go to hell with you. Would I be... free? Or would I have to remain confined and away from the demons, or risk... things happening?"
Lucifer	"It will be the Devil to deal with if the demons try anything. First we need to see if you can survive. Then we'll deal with who does what where. You planning on walking up to some people and saying hello?" Lucifer chuckles a little before clearing his throat. "I think you will be save since you are my guest, but I do not wish to fully promise that and something tries to happen. We shall see how it all goes hmm? As it could be one way or the other." But still, anything tries...anything...and Lucifer will be quite cross with them. And Hell hath the fury when the Devil is scorned.
Sinister	Sinister looks over to the computer and by proxy the beast within its little fortified room. Thought of a deep nature takes him, sucking on his cheeks as he does so, jaw firming up. "I believe such a thing is a worthwhile endeavour -anyway- if I ever want to actually visit certain places in Hell, for the sake of..." he lets that hang, looking down at Lucifer's upturned regard with an intense look that rivals the feral vampire's stare. He rests his lips and nose in hair, eyes closing a moment. "I would like to see where you called home for an eternity. I find what I've seen of it to be limited. Probably purposefully. And yes, we will see if I can survive. I'm not human after all. Not fully. Not any more."
Lucifer	"It can surely be arranged then. Though, should we perhaps have your little puppet kept watch by someone? Only drag them in when we know it's safe to do so?" Lucifer asks this while taking a drag off his cigarette, blowing smoke into the air and then shifts to where Sinister could puff if he desires. A dropped comment, a hint in the air, and he gives a nod. "Well I would like to show you my home, but I must admit it's rather...bland...comparatively. All the same everywhere you turn, and one wrong turn in certain catacombs can lead to permanant entrapment within a maze." Explaining this much and then he grins.
Sinister	Sinister leans over to take a long suck upon the cancer stick. It's not like he'll ever get that. He inhales deep, exhaling slow through his nose. "Well, I can arrange a minion to basically dust and tidy the penthouse for you, press 'deliver' on the blood administration." Nathaniel tilts his head up, eyes flashing brightly for a moment. "Coopted one of my more fastidious ones. Slightly obsessive compulsive, the perfect choice for keeping things spick and span. And not dropping the ball on feedings." Silence follows as he finishes his cognac, sends it floating off to rest on the washing tray. "It's like a honeycomb of alleyways isn't it? Each with someone's personal hell in it? But there are circles according to myth and various lexicons over the ages. What circle is the Labyrinth?"
Lucifer	"Ah good. I think Vlad's been keeping himself away for reasons. Nothing personal of course, at least against us, but the sire being close to the sired can sometimes have affects you wouldn't want ruining your little experiments." Lucifer offers this much and then grins. "And if I can get the Penthouse all spic and spanned at the same time, well then, I might just owe YOU a favor or few." Chuckling at that, he finishes his whiskey and the cigarette, disposing of butt and glass in their own ways. "I believe that would be level eight...cause...you know..." He draws figure 8's and gives a laugh. "I thought it was charming... most don't like the play on words and symbols but..." A shrug. "Anyway... we can visit the catacombs if you want...as I have my ways out if necessary..." He thinks on it then. "And it's not really levels so much as it's sections...I think. I don't know. Never really thought about it until now."
Sinister	"Let us away then, at least for a test run. I'd say we should take a quick jaunt, to see if there are ill effects. THe last time I was there, well... and the time before that was unusual circumstances." He smiles though at the eight. "Moebius loop. Makes sense to me - turn it the other way and it's Omega. Honestly, the subtleties are lost on so many plebians..." He clucks his tongue, winks and reaches for Lucifer's hand, to kiss the knuckles. "My lord."
Lucifer	"Right then..." Lucifer speaks after his knuckles are claimed and kissed, shifting to stand and then offers a hand to help Sinister up. It's really nothing more afterwards than him drawing the man close and the two of them are engulfed in flame for a lingering moment that - when it disperses - it's quite obvious they are not in Melville any longer. One always thinks that hell is just a place of heat. Lakes of fires, people screaming...but really...it's more a cavern of hardened magma that's cracked in places from where things shift about. It's hotter, sure, perhaps unbearably so, but perhaps also one doesn't just spontaneously combust upon appearing here. It's really the screams that get people. The sound of countless moans that are just so much off key to make it unbearable which gives you two things to focus on. The heat or the noise. However, they are currently in the throne room, where which a grand chair sits atop a mountain of obsidian stalagmite. Sharp and threatening.
Sinister	Well, more a throne pillar. When you're the only one in hell that has wings, it's easy to reach it and watch your domain. But likely it can be a room at whim. There was a sharp intake of breath, then closing his eyes against the wall of heat, which takes moments to adjust to. Sinister frowns, holding at Lucifer's waist a little tighter than he usually does and rocks on the spot a moment, head bowing over as the screams and more... the minds behind them all, assault him. Concentration takes him and moments afterwards, he has his countenance back to calm composure. "My shields are up. Really, I should've thought of that..." he murmurs, releasing only after he's looked hellfire in the eye, so that he might turn and look at what to many might be a nightmare. "It is vast," he says, little bits of his skin blistering with the touch of ashes, but healing a moment thereafter. He SEEMS unconcerned with that. "And it seems... very lonely, up here."
Lucifer	"It is..." Lucifer offers, and for a moment he simply takes in the sound and the heat. Takes in HOME...as much a home as anywhere else has been to him. One hand lifts to touch against the pillar where his throne sits above and he stills a moment. Anyone's guess what he's doing, attuning himself or simply saying hello? Just popping in? None the less, the moment fleets and is gone, then he looks to Sinister once more. Seeing the blisters as they ash, heal, only to ash again. "The noise got to you, didn't it?" Asking this as he studies his lover a moment and then shakes his head. "I don't think I like this idea as much as when I first thought of it..."
Sinister	"Not the noise. The minds. The mind is the seat of who you are, your soul. So I can hear them. I cannot hear them now," Sinister burns a little more, ashes, heals, brushes off the debris. He glances at himself where it impacts on him and frowns. He rubs his palm over his forearm, staring all the while, then lifts his palm off of the skin, fingers curling just so, as if balletic. The glow that had imbedded into him when what he was gifted by Lucifer fully manifested, rises to the surface, making him limned in a level of light, given the fires of hell all around and he gazes at it, moves his arm to catch a bit of smoldering detritus. No burning. "Well, well." He brings his arm around, though his face ends up wth a gouge-sizzle-heal. "Adaptation is the key to survival, isn't it? Maybe your subconscious had designs, that neither of us knew."
Lucifer	Lucifer seems to think on things a moment and then he nods. "Yes. You do have a point..." Offering those words before he looks more upon Sinister. "I am afraid I cannot turn them down, or even off, as that would mean not punishing them and...well.." He gestures. Damned for eternity. Before he's able to say anything more, he watches as Sinister brushes off his skin and that ethereal glow takes over, the celestial that has been embeded into Sinister seeming to take some sort of affect. "Well now. Isn't that interesting. Course, it makes sense. Angels can travel between Heaven and Hell, it's just that I can't go to Heaven myself. So...you got a little angel in you. Congrats. Perhaps you can survive hell after all." Then he seems to consider more, pacing a bit in front of his throne. "Now we just need to do something about that toy of yours."
Sinister	"Of ours," Sinister corrects, repeating the slow motion to draw out the light on the rest of his exposed skin. It's quite artistic, the hands about his face, pulling that sheen to the surface of his skin, where it my luxuriate. "I didn't ask you to turn them off, or tune them down. I just needed a moment to compensate, on my own accord. Isn't that part of what you admire about me? That I have talent in different regards to yourself?" He winks, then sobers. "Those that deserve it, should endure."     "I doubt I can do the travelling part. But it seems, when I focus upon it, I can exist here. The only trouble is, if I forget to subsume it, I'm going to sparkle. The travesty of it all. But..." he ponders a moment, tilting his head to the side as he trawls his library of schlock horror and pulp fiction "...aren't vampires damned? Shouldn't it be the case that the Pet will survive much more easily than I would have?"
Lucifer	"Perhaps. But there is the youthful nature that must be taken into account. I would think that an immortal undead like Vlad might survive hell a bit better than a fledgling." Lucifer offers. "Still. You have a point, and I suppose that's just an extra experiment you get with this one." A grin then before he looks around once more. "Well, we have at least answered the question of can you survive here, and it seems you can, for a few good reasons." A smile then as he shifts to wrap an arm around Sinister's waist. "What next?'
Sinister	"Next, I suppose, you show me a few of the sights." Sinister sways in the arm about his waist, reaching to take the free hand to sway to the beat of his own drum; an echo of Paris, of Lux in the 20's night, a dance just itching to happen, that never does. "A little one for tonight. The test was after all, successful. And next time I shall know to keep my shields up." He leans in to claim a kiss though, whilst ash rains down and the damned moan their torment on high. Just another day at the office.