Owner	Pose
Lucifer	At least this time there's a more defined destination for them to Hell. Lucifer does this thing where he pulls up the floorboard of the penthouse and then they walk down the staircase that appears there. Once through the 'doorway' - it slams shut and they descend further. Down, down...right into the lab that Lucifer has managed to build here for Nathaniel and his experiments. They're carrying a coffin that has Clone Vampire Lucifer within it. "Do we want our vamps to meet? That was one idea I had but... I wasn't sure if you would be of the mind to allow that to happen."
Sinister	"It should, for the simple sake of figuring out if anything strangely territorial triggers. I can't imagine that might happen, but the lived or unlived experience is also part of the puzzle." Nathaniel replies, ferrying the coffin along to rest alongside the other that's already in situ. He glances about the laboratory, which seems as clean and sterile as when it was left the last time, although various experiements and readings have apparently come to a stop. There's a narrowing of the eyes though, folding arms as he glances around the place. "Is this place psychoactive to my mind, by the by? Or solely to your implementation, my darling?"
Lucifer	"Meaning will this spot in particular react to the things you can do with your mind?" Lucifer asks gently. "It should. In theory. I mean there's a few things you couldn't have set up if not right?" Asking that as he looks to the coffins now side by side. "Also, yes. Territorial. Perhaps even..." Well, feelings don't travel do they? But if it's them controlling the puppets...oh Lucifer just shouldn't think about those sort of specifics. "One way to find out..."
Sinister	Sinister nods. "Indeed," though he doesn't immediately set to the holding tanks so to speak. Rather, he moves across the lab and holds up his hands, palms out and fingers spread to the wall. Eyes and diamond glow brilliantly, as does a nimbus around his hands and the wall is opened wide, forming corridors and barred windows, cots and room upon empty room, turning the laboratory into a portion of an asylum of sorts. Walking into it, his hands still raised, he stares out of the windows to the nebulous unformed cloud of limbo essence and lifts his hands higher; like water colours in the rain, viewed in reverse, shapes form, then clearly defined visuals. A fence, lamp posts, gardens, walkways, filled with half-seen shapes of the memories of people. He tilts his head, eyes going brighter and then to the white end of the spectrum and nurses and doctors, orderlies and occupants appear, also ghostly until presence of mind, or presence perhaps of HIS mind, bring them to life. It's night outside though, a benighted city outside of the clean and orderly halls. He then heads back, closing a door behind himself which now has a window to that world within and looks to each of the coffins and lastly to Lucifer, gesturing to a bed a little ways away, surrounded it seems by a forcefield of his own mind. "I'll have to initiate the transfer, set a timer and get in my own not-head."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks and watches as Sinister builds a world here, or appears to build a world here...or is it a memory? He isn't sure which. Could it even be a memory? Then he has to wonder...well...they'll both be out of their minds so to speak, in a literal sense, and thus perhaps backup is a necessity. Though...this feels familiar as well. Like he's seen Nathaniel do this before. "This is going to be quite interesting..." Offering this and nothing more as he walks over to the bed and lies down upon it. "I love you. I shall see you again when this is all finished."
Sinister	"And I you, for the rest of eternity," Smiling, lights out is a simple thing. Like falling asleep. Perhaps to dream, perhaps to live in happier times, at least in a portion of the soul. Then, there's the cold that descends. Warmth flees, then there is stillness and the click and whirr of the coffin's lid release. It slides down, then clicks open -- the sounds of the hospital within this pocket are real, people talking, activity going on outside of this room and this lab. Then a similar clink-chunk occurs, to the tune of the other coffin releasing. The Vampire Nathaniel sits up, cracking neck audibly and makes a face, pulling back a lipsmack that suggests a rather unpleasant taste in the mouth. Vaulting from the container, he looks down at where he laid with a look of lingering disdain, looking up and around, eyes narrowed. TEsting perhaps, how good his memory is, vs how good vampiric senses happen to be. "I think I did quite a good job here, of recreating this field hospital. Familiarity, in that a borrowed memory made a borrowed scenario for a diabolical devourer in another dream. That was bits of Bedlam." He quietly moves toward the warming 'souvide' bath in which sits snacks. "This is going to be an adventure in the equivalent of a TV dinner."
Lucifer	These travels become quicker, or at least seem quicker, as soon Lucifer is sitting up in the coffin. He looks himself over, and then to the Vampire Nathaniel and gives a little smirk. "Seems like it." Offering that before he shifts to vault himself out of his coffin then walks around a little bit. "I need to conciously remember there's not a lot I can do here now. I should probably stay within this room. Me going out there...would likely cause a bit more chaos than I want to." This said and then he sniffs around a little bit, looks over to his other body and raises a brow. "Why do you say that? TV Dinners are boring at best...aren't they?"
Sinister	A blood bag is tossed over. "Not so much boring, as slightly unsatisfying," Sinister replies, taking his own and staring at it for a moment with a sigh. It's brought to his mouth and the blood-straw portion of it where the bag was filled is bitten off and he sips on it, like it's a juice bag. Out of the corner of his mouth as he sucks "...it tastes pretty good. This is the variant I was talking about with Vlad, but although it takes off the edge... eh, you'll see." It does taste good. But it's not spicey fresh. It's the difference between a nice salisbury steak made from scratch and a TV dinner. Or however you wish to slice that. Lasagne home made vs store bought. The nutrition is there, but no matter how good, it's not quite the same. A gesture is made to the hospital beyond. "That's partly why I fleshed out our little loop, so that we could explore, without risking..." he points at the actual door, head tilting back and gazing upward. Yes, definitely more gaunt as a vampire and the sharpened features are very obvious. To vampire eyes, ears and nose, there's quite a bit of earthiness to him, as if at some point, he's made sure to roll in the dirt like a dog might do. The characteristic clinical and clean scents of Sinister are absent.
Lucifer	Lucifer catches the blood bag that's tossed over to him, looking the bag over a moment as Sinister explains where it came from. The blend it is. Why it tastes like it does and how it is inferior. Then he looks over to the door that leads to the hospital portion that Sinister created. He uses a sharper fingernail to poke into the bag and sticks a steel straw into it to drink from. "I can sense them. All of them. All fresh for the taking..." Then he checks the door to see if he can open it and walk through. To scent them out...to be the hunter. With a grin.
Sinister	The door opens easily enough, the ward beyond occupied by the denizens of this loop. It smells real. Sounds real. THe heartbeats are real, surely? The scents of a hospital, sterilization fluids, less pleasant odours of human making, they hint at the nostrils also. The details are profound, from moles and scars, to the subtleties of human skintone. THe background hum of a slightly flickering lightbulb, the squeaky wheel of a janitor's mop and the soft swish slop in the distance. Rustling of leaves outside in the gardens and grounds, "Oh, good. I did a good job then..." Sinister murmurs, moving silently up beside to look out, lost in a moment for the beat of a heart. Then he smiles faintly. "I'm sure they'll give a clinical reading of capacity, kinetic measurements and the like, if action follows reaction accurately," nodding back at the machinery which may just be in the walls of the hospital out there.
Lucifer	"Seems like you did an excellent job....but I wonder what precisely we're hunting here." Lucifer shifts to take a step forward, one and then another. He sniffs the air again before taking another drink from his blood bag through that metal straw. "They can't be mortal...no offense, but you don't have that kind of power here. Neither can they be demon...for mostly the same reason. Yet..." Coporeal enough that there exists in this hallway of the Infinite Room...people. With a closing of his eyes, he brings forth a sort of vision of those before them. Opening his eyes, which are stark red at this point, he can see, hear, and almost taste the morsels before him. Them. He has to remember that Sinister Vamp is here too. Then, in a blink, he VOOMs to the closest, a nurse with red hair and deep green eyes. "Well hello there, gorgeous..." Circling her waist with an arm as he mezmerises her. Or...tries to. Vampy powers and Celestial powers differ, he'll find.
Sinister	Sinister holds back in the doorway a little, smiling a thin, knife-like smile. A single digit is brought up to his head, tapped against his temple and the hand falls away. He had a year to practice things, to craft mind manifestations out of memory. Very realistic illusion; without knowledge that is what you face, it breathes, eats, talks, screams, runs, bleeds... And behaves along a prescribed set of rules. Be a human? It's human. React like a human, it's a human being all a projection of a cunning mind. He leans into the door jam, watching the predator in action. The nurse startles, begs the beginning of an 'excuse me!' all indignant, saving that the face infront of her is handsome and somehow dangerous and the eyes; it is not hellfire in the vampire Lucifer's eyes but the burning of blood. Mesmerization? It's possible but definitely would end up being the vampire power, not celestial in origin. Hypnosis that has her staring and vaguely paralyzed, mouth with its cherry red lipstick, hanging open. An orderly yells out, starts running toward as he sees miss Scarlet being accosted by a very handsome stranger with pale skin, only to run full tilt into an invisible wall. He staggers back, winded, then his neck snaps suddenly to the side, to the tune of Sinister making a twisting gesture in the air. "So easy. I forget how easy it is." He curls a lip back from teeth, then his expression sobers and sombers up and he starts to advance on the paralyzed orderly before his heart stops. Grabbed, dragged through the air by mind, teeth sunk deep and drained.
Lucifer	Miss Scarlet tries to say something. "Ah, ah, my dear...shush now..." So this is how the vampire does it. Rendering his victim motionless, paralyzed, and for a very brief moment Vampire Lucifer wonders how it would look to have her hanging on his wall like a trophy. Weird. Yet somehow appealing in a very singular sort of way. "It will be over quickly...I promise..." Words spoken further as he zips around to then be behind the woman. Tilting her neck in such a way before teeth sink into flesh and he drinks. Not only drinks, but drains. Every. Last. Drop. Letting the corpse fall to the floor once he's done. "Oh that was amazing... I want more..."
Sinister	It's a very different form of hedonism. An indulgence, a giving in to the sin. REally, if one thought about this for any length of time with a logical head on, making Lucifer into a vampire would be a very foolish thing to do, if one did not want to create something of an ever increasing indulgence. But we're not entirely IN our right minds, are we? This is part of what this experiment tells us all, that some things are not the kind of things one should do. If Sin should never be a vampire, then the devil surely pips him at the post by an entire neck. The symphony of panic begins in earnest then. Two people are dead, one a sweet seduction and a goodnight kiss never to be woken from, one a swift and potentially merciful end, but brutal nevertheless. Sinister laughs, vooms forward into the corridor, looks left into a ward full of convalescent ... soldiers? Broken arms and broken legs and heads all wrapped up. Like shooting fish in a barrel, that is. But the staff, oh but they run -so- nicely.
Lucifer	Definitely...definitely not in our right minds. The goodnight kiss is over, the woman dropped and then he listens as that symphony begins to play. Wards are too easy, he wants something that can run. Flee. Like your life depends on it! Oh wait. It does. Not that running will get you anywhere if you're the next target. He moves too quick, and that mesmerizing he can do, that paralyzing moment he can give someone... He'll drink until he's full leaving nothing but a few handful of corpses in his wake. Not like they're going to really GO anywhere. This is Hell. There's no where to really run.
Sinister	And outside of this 'scenario' in the data collection laboratory, brainwave patterns are being vigorously documented. The pleasure center spikes, the instinct becoming stronger, spikes of focus arriving in the nature of exerting newfound dominance; these all have a pattern played out on the mind maps recorded on Sinister's machines. His own are far more controlled, but frankly they weren't when he got left here for that accidental while. They were quite chaotic for a good bit. Soon, the static are eliminated and all that is left are those that are outside, or those that are hiding. And hiding brings a different kind of hunt, the scent, the sound, picking up on the smell of fear, the pounding of a heart through walls, behind doors. They are the monsters in this B-movie. Those handsome kids should never have had sex in the linen closet. Nurse Ratchet should never have been skimming drugs from the drug cart. THat doctor should never have been drinking on duty. All punishments for the wicked, for the wrong doers who don't ... but what about the virginal? The honest and the innocent? Death in this scenario is indescriminate. The last prey for Sinister is the chaplain, who preached his words and diddled his housekeeper, in the bed he shared with his wife. He's not killed, just taken to the point of begging for a mercy. It seems, to Sinister, in the blood-flecked chapel of the hospital, to be somehow wrong to end whe he should offer that ending to another. He waits, crouched over the weakened chaplain whose faith wasn't all that strong at all, in this scenario, studying the man's face, reading it, the emotions, all the while with his own showing none.
Lucifer	The Vampire Lucifer hasn't had enough time to really quell all of that. For the moment, fresh from slumber, he only knows the hunger. The hunt. He will do and take all that he can until he is satisfied. The metrics for him are likely a little off the charts in comparison to Sinister now, but equal to the beginning days. Tracking on point for the clones it would seem. Still, it is definitely further proof that neither the real Sinister or Lucifer should ever be turned. Ever. The world will never be ready for it. His last victim is a female, a final kiss given and the body droped to the floor. Then he shuffles towards the door to go back into the lab. They have to leave some fodder for later right? Perhaps not. This is all being destroyed at the end. The data isn't, but the physical lab and everything within it will be gone. He looks around, looks back behind him, and then forward again. "Hmm. Now I wonder what we should do to occupy our time." He offers with a chuckle.
Sinister	No merciful death for the chaplain. Sinister merely pats the man's cheek and vooms out of there, moving fast through the corridors of the hospital and catching up with Lucifer as he walks toward the 'way out' the lab. Behind him, from the furthest point out, crumbling inward, the hospital disassembles itself, pixelating, all those that are dead becoming nothing more than a figment of the imagination, until... once they cross the threshold back into the lab space, the watercolours in the rain have run to indistinguishable. "Store data, back up folders." A simple command by Sinister to the machines, then he closes the door behind them. It melts into the wall in the aftermath, leaving nothing but smooth surface. "You are a deadly lover. I am considerably less kind, because my heart is not theirs to touch." He muses this, placing both hands on the wall, turned away from Lucifer for a moment or two. Taking back the fangs. Chasing the blood-hunger from his gaze. Then he turns, looking over his shoulder at the clone, a wicked edge to his gaze and the gleam oh-so-red, turning to walk toward. "What do you taste like now, I wonder? How do I taste? We ought to know." ZIP, infront, looking eye to eye, head wending left, then right like a snake's. There is a smile in his gaze, but barely a tug on his lips, just a wry edge. A hand is raised toward Lucifer, as if to touch his cheek, then it diverts at the last, to present the pale veins of his wrist, reaching silently for one of the devil's own.
Lucifer	"Yes well...apparently I may also be a bit picky..." Lucifer offers this with a little chuckle as they enter the lab. The world behind them disappears. It was real enough at least, since he feels satisfied. None the less, a brow raises as he looks over to Sinister once the man asks that particular question. "Heh. I don't know if we'll taste quite the same as our real selves..." He offers this, even as he faces Nathaniel, sees the hand that comes oh so close to brushing his cheek but then, no. It flicks and offers wrist instead. He brings his similar sided hand up to cup that offered wrist, allowing Sinister to take his own other. Arm sniffed, in that french lover type of way and he kisses from inside the elbow up towards the wrist. Kiss, nip, kiss, flick of tongue, kiss, kiss..and then without warning fangs sink into flesh and he drinks from that which was offered.
Sinister	Real enough to the psyche, which here is a different kettle of fish than it is in most places, given that for many souls, that is all that they have. A mind. Nathaniel's approach is considerably less french. From him, is a lick, tasting the skin, a slow attention to that from the edge of sleeve with the tip of tongue all the way to the pulse point that does not exist, at the wrist itself; bottom teeth are scraped there, a cool breath making skin cooler by the exhalation on moisture and then a clutch of the limb upward and a puncture that slices close to bone. Consider how one tastes to the other on a day ending in Y when only one or the other happens to be vampiric at the time. Then consider this is the first time vampire has tasted vampire and all the legends that tend to go along with the power of blood to blood, for one that lives and breathes it. There are all kinds of myths about the power of blood to sing to itself or to the blood in another's veins, when it is of the same ilk. It has a power to make a bond - Dracula's very nature controls all of his bloodlines, from least to most, pulling at the blood ties and in this situation, these two are brothers -- sourced from the same fangs, from the same bloodline. Like as not, that taste can be found in both, with their own flavours. The echo of heaven imbedded in hell, stolen from grace. The echo of a life that once was, metamorphosed over time into something fluid enough to be anything but who he once was. But that /taste/.... It seems to take Sinister at least by surprise, his shoulders tensing and his eyes opening a fraction further than they were; like calling to like. His suckle becomes little more than a sip, savouring the contact over that with his tongue, shared vitae, /concentrated/ life. He makes a strangled sound as his hand clutches that wrist tighter, holds IT alone, like a lover might.
Lucifer	So there it is. A mingling of cursed blessings, and blessed curses. That faint hint of denied heaven, to torture for an eternity. Faint on the backend, like his blood is just dusted with such. That is Lucifer blood, tenfold and concentrated because the vampire only has a pulse when he has fed. Only knows its last meal until the next one is needed and yet somehow their flavour hint remains. So, too, when Lucifer bites, sinks fangs, and tastes, he finds that concentrated pleasure of clergy drank but then something more upon the back end. That faint feeling of a life that once was, no longer is, but not because of loss, but gain. It has become MORE. The only thing missing is the nanowhatchamajiggers that Sinister's true blood is filled with. Does the clone have them? Perhaps not as many, if any at all. And yet...and yet...Lucifer is addicted immediately. Himself, Sinister, Vlad, the last supper...he can taste it ALL and it becomes feast for famine for a moment.
Sinister	Nanowhatchamajiggers? What are they when they're at home? No nanowhatevertheyares exist in the real Sinister either! But the polymorphic cell structure remains intact, so even vampirically, he tastes like 'I could be a poptart if I wanted to' or the equivalent of such fizzy addiction goodness to the palate. But drinking from another vampire is very hard to stop doing, when you've started and becoming lost in it makes time go even squiffier than it usually does in the loops of hell. Willpower ends up happening with a strained "Nnnnnnnnnno..." though it sounds a little tortured to the ear, wrist pushed away resentfully. "That tastes too good. Feels too good... have to stop it." A step back, but he can't seem to go much further than that, still holding onto the Luci-clone's wrist, fiercely. Though the holes remain, there is no gushing blood and like as not, that too will heal swiftly as bloody red glow stares. "You taste like being trapped willingly in forever, in the dark. We'd never get out."
Lucifer	Something that started with an 'N' was used to describe something in Sinister's blood. It not being in the clone's blood will likely help in Lucifer not becoming a ferret again anytime soon. Or something. Who knows! Willpower is likely somewhat present for Vampire Sinister, who has had a bit more time to sort of build up a stronger willpower than say...the novice Vampire Lucifer. Even after slaking such thirst in the hallway with potential not-really-there victims, and a meal before that, there is something about the blood he drinks now that is just....more. His wrist is still held by Sin, and he's not easily letting go of Sin's wrist that not only does he still hold, but still drinks from. Even as he hears the words offered by the other, there is no sign of slowing down or stopping what he is doing.
Sinister	Lucifer. That word could come from a thousand miles away. Someone else's ears might even be hearing it. LUCIFER! Just a little more urgency in the tone this time, but sweet nectar is so seductive to the bee. Come, come, suckle upon the honey... ">>LUCIFER<<!" How dare whoever this is jostle the vein so? That's just rude. Interrupting such a blissful thing is worthy of a snarl surely, or a glower of the red eye. Nathaniel's fangs remain out, that's his face there, right? No, no, he's in the imagination. "Please, my love... stop. You will never want to stop otherwise."
Lucifer	No! The vein is mine! Lucifer hears the gentle coaxing that becomes louder in his mind until it surrounds him and adds to the idea of the vein being removed from him. He does snarl just a bit, and when he finally pulls back, it's almost like someone grabbed the back of his hair and YANKED! just to pull him away. It startles him for a moment as everything comes back into focus, and then he drops the arm and steps away once. Or twice. "Damn. That...that was...I don't know. I don't remember much. It was like everything went dark around me. The only thing I knew was the taste filling my mouth." It's as much an apology as anything without actually saying he's sorry. "...Are you aright?"
Sinister	Sinister's eyes drop to the fangs, licking lips and swallowing. His fists clench, unclench and he stands his ground. Barely. "Yes, having all kinds of trouble with controlling my legs. And the rest of me, which is really strongly wanting to be a magnet and just attach to its polar opposite," he mutters, borrowing scientific analogy as a means of coping. He continues to stare at the fangs, rolling to the balls of his feet, then forcing back. Swiftly, he rubs over his bitten wrist, closing holes there and hiding that scent away from nostrils, though it is unfortunately still very much there. Temptation has a terrible price sometimes, when your senses have been heightened by the very thing you -asked- a damned man to do. You unlive and you learn, right? "Fffffffffffuck," Oh my word he swore, taking a step, then two forward and reaching up to Lucifer's face to cradle the jaw. It's odd though, his thumbs just go to the roots of the canine teeth and pull back lips, so he can stare at the sharp, elongated white, clearer. There's a whine, like an upset wolf.
Lucifer	Lucifer sets his jaw for a moment and then takes a breath, and then another. "I can sympathize... This is..." He pauses and then tries his best to turn away. Look away. Even with the wound closed he can smell Sinister's blood in the air, feel the pulse of his dead heart, and so many other things. Sweet death come quick before they ruin each other. He's then approached, hearing that swear and finding Sinsiter in front of him. Cradling jaw, staring at canines. >>Love, if we latch again I know I am not letting go...<< And yet he's not sure what to do, hearing that whine, arms moving to hold against Vamp Sin's hips gently.
Sinister	The tip of Nathaniel's tongue touches at the sharp point of his own carnicial tooth on one side, a reminder to himself. "I thought I'd thought this through. We had no idea, did we? If we indulge we will want more and more and more. I already feel the gnawing to taste that again..." he exhales all the breath he holds "...I love you too much to let this happen, even if a part of me would happily surrender and get stuck in an eternal loop, all to myself. It would be a lie, wouldn't it? And what ruin would come." Gently, he lets go of the fangs, letting his hands come to rest on shoulders. "I should put this body down. Take my mind from it and let you free, whilst I still have the desire and will to do so."
Lucifer	"No. We didn't have an idea, and even if we did, I don't think we could have accounted for this to hit so hard." Lucifer offers, watching and listening to Sinister even as he fights the urge to latch on to the man again. There's a soft whimper from him at the denial of a certain sort of loop...but Lucifer understands on the whole. "Yes. I think...I think that would be best. Put these to rest. Give them back to their creator...you have all the data you need from this experiment, right?"
Sinister	"I could be more thorough, my dearest, but I dare not. Some things must be based on supposition and logical, sequential conclusion and remain as theory." Sinister exhales, then reaches his hand up one more time, to push back lip and gaze at that sharp, sharp tooth. A different life -- and it will not be. He walks back to the coffin, lays himself down in it and gestures for Lucifer to do the same with his own, locking himself in place. Eyes close as the lid does and shortly, his true self sits up, giving a full on shiver as he gazes over toward Vamp-Lucifer, reaches a hand out toward where he lies, then stares at True Lucifer's face. Red eyes glow bright, brighter and turn to white as the mind that belongs -right there- is placed where it's been for a million and more years, prior to one precocious geneticist deciding to screw around with transplantation.
Lucifer	Lucifer nods, and says nothing, for anything he says now might just turn into a plea for them to stay. To delve. To venture. It is a dangerous path that they should not walk. So, he moves once free, to the coffin and lays himself within. Eyes close as he waits for his mind to move once more. A few moments later and True Lucifer's eyes open. He gives a shiver of his own as he sits up and looks around, eyes finally shifting to Nathaniel and he reaches a hand to touch against the man's cheek. "I love you. Shall we take these up top now and bring a Vlad to dispose of?"
Sinister	"I suppose we should. Get rid of the temptation," the warm cheek still feels a little cold, as if chilled. Channelling perhaps a little of what he was not all that long ago. He looks up, though there's ceiling and the smoke of hell's fires up above, like he's looking to the world above. Looking around, the pieces of equipment that were brought here, to catalogue and analyze are switched off one by one, floating to the chest which contained it all, until everything is shut away with a 'click' including the two entities in their coffin shells. "It's his right to take away what he granted, isn't it? The sun could do the job, but it's somehow fitting. Though," he muses "...am I brave enough to face death again, I wonder? What an adventure that would be. I think perhaps for a different lifetime, in a different universe where I'm not quite comfortable with being very much alive." He stands, proffers his hand to Lucifer and nods to him. "Ashes to Ashes and dust to dust."
Lucifer	"I don't think it's a matter of being his right or not, it was a stipulation of the gift." So regardless, they agreed to something and therefore - well - Lucifer takes that sort of thing seriously. He's bound by agreement. Not that he would have denied such a thing. There's a moment taken to watch as the lab is all packed back up - just like Mary Poppins - everything into the crate including the coffins. Like a solid bag of holding or something. That next question has Lucifer tilting his head. "Can we not test that theory? I really do not wish to see you die, even if you would come back..." Then he stands and nods, takes that hand and manages to get them back to the Penthouse. The room they were in, within Hell, will implode on it's own soon enough and be like it never existed in the first place. "Whenever you're ready...I shall summon Vlad."
Sinister	The world collides with the senses like a mach truck, when you've been keeping your telepathy in tight rein all the while you were /else/where. It rocks Nathaniel enough that one of the chairs becomes a catching mitt for him losing his legs, wings popping out with a schripp of sound to act like a buffer to stop him from bowling over the back of it. A hand going to his forehead and the other to his jeans pocket. There's but a nod. "I don't know that I can quiet my mind enough to even try at the moment..." Is said very quietly. "New York city... Lux... is noisy when you've been in the quiet. But they don't..." scream, beg, plead, moan in misery, rail against their own fate that they imprison themselves in. He looks up at Lucifer.
Dracula	It was a contract, of sorts. A verbal one, but for someone who is of such an age as Vlad, it is one that is just as binding as one that had been written down and signed. The Lord of the Vampires is yet within New York City, though at the moment, he stands atop of the Statue of Liberty. He looks out over the water in the night's darkness, a darkness broken only by a sliver of moonlight. His black hair is mildly tussled by a slight breeze that passes around him, and he is like a dark shadow within the night. His gaze lifts to the sky, watching for a long moment, and he makes a slight gesture with his right hand. A thick layer of clouds roils in, and a hint of a smile touches at the corners of his lips. The rain will start soon, and the long black peacoat that he wears slightly flutters at the tail end of it. His hands move to rest at the small of his back as he watches the storm build. A rumble of thunder mutters darkly across the sky, and he gives a small nod as the first raindrops start to fall. One of his ears gives a slight twitch, and he turns his head a touch, his eyes half closing as he listens. He says nothing at all, and he steps lightly off of the statue, shadows swallowing him up in only a moment's worth of time. Shadows skitter and swirl within the penthouse, thickening and growing before they expel the Lord of the Vampires. A slight flick of his fingers causes the shadows to be banished, and he takes a moment to look from one man to the other, studying each of them in turn.
Lucifer	"I wish I could help you sort the noises so they aren't bothersome. I didn't even think of that between here and there." Lucifer says, his tone an apologetic one. Hands stroke through hair and over the feathers that caught Nathaniel, at least showing some measure of comfort if he can. "IS there anything I can do?" He asks, then, because maybe there is something he just doesn't know yet. As those eyes look up at him, he smiles softly and leans down to offer a tender kiss to the man. "...but they don't what?" Then there's a flutter, a change of the air, and for a brief moment Lucifer's gaze shifts to the other who has entered the building. A nod given to Vlad before his attention turns back to Nathaniel for a moment. "Good evening, Vlad dear. I hope you are well?"
Sinister	Fingers in hair and over feathers is infinitely soothing. Tensions visibly ease in wings, much more subtley on features, cemented by the kiss. "...Torment themselves in their own psyche. Some of them do, I suppose, but not to the same extent. It's very, very loud. And this is just different. I'll be fine, I just got it with both barrels." Sinister replies with a smile, looking to the spot where Vlad Dracul is about to manifest just as the vampire arrives in his veil of shadows. A bow of the head is offered, looking over soberly, flicking eyes up to Lucifer and over at the coffins, patiently sitting there with the rest of the luggage.
Dracula	The elder vampire tilts his head a touch to one side, and he moves no further into the room than what the shadows had put him. He inclines his head towards Lucifer, a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "Good evening, dear Lucifer," he says softly, bowing slightly towards him. "I am well, aye. I hope that you are also both well?" he asks, a flicker of curiosity to his voice. His gaze flicks lightly between the pair of them, looking over each in turn. One of his eyebrows quirks up a touch at Sinister's question. "We are the creators of our own torment, as it might be said," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. There is a brief glance towards the pair of coffins that rest with the other gear, but his attention readily turns back to the living pair of men. "I trust that the experiments yielded a significant amount of data for you?" he asks, that thread of curiosity returning to his voice.
Lucifer	"I understand. So long as you'll feel alright soon, that is what matters to me." This said as Lucifer nods and then leans over to nuzzle Sinister once more. Still providing those small gestures of comfort a moment more before easing away. A glance of his own is given to the coffins before his attention turns back to Vlad. It's then that he approaches the Vampire Lord, offering him a tender kiss in greeting. "I believe it has, but that rests on Nathaniel to confirm. I will say...I have a much better appreciation for your existence, my love. I am left with a wonder on how you truly do it."
Sinister	Sinister's body eases back after Lucifer gives a final sooth or two, the wings relaxing entirely where they cushioned him. A moment later and with a little wince of his features, he falls that last little way into the chair as they vanish. A deep breath taken into the very base of his lungs and he exhales, looking toward Dracula with a nod. "A great deal of data that I shall be spending a great deal of time analyzing and cross-referencing. But as Lucifer said, the greatest yield of this all, is a more fundamental understanding." This expressed, he looks back to the coffins. "They are highly seductive, whilst at the same time being something else entirely. And I know deep down that I should shed any further investment in the experiment, before I find myself entirely addicted to it."
Dracula	The Lord of Vampires steps lightly forward to meet Lucifer, and he slips an arm around Lucifer as he leans into kiss the devil. His fingers lightly stir at the small of Luci's back, and he quirks a smile before he gives a nod. "I have faith that there are a great many results that the experiments yielded, depending on what those experiments were," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tilts his head at a part of the words, and then he gives a small shake of his head. "My existence has been tempered by decades. It is somewhat different than one who has been newly created," he says softly, a thoughtful note to his voice. "As to how, well.. there are some days when it is easier than others," he adds, giving a small nod. "What has brought about this newfound appreciation?" He gives Lucifer a gentle squeeze, and then he steps softly from him, to approach Sinister. He shifts slightly, leaning forward to lightly touch his lips to the man's brow, if permitted. "It is their nature, at least in part. They are predators, and on a different scale than the creatures of the wild happen to be," he says in a soft tone. "If there are questions that you find yourself with, then you are welcome to ask. I will try to find a way to answer, if I am able to," he offers, giving a small nod.
Lucifer	"I think the hunger was the best and worst part. How it always lingered, no matter the meal...and it sometimes took a great deal to not give in." Lucifer offers. He had returned that kiss, and leans against Vlad a moment as they speak. Three glasses of cognac float from the bar to where they all are and he plucks his from the air. "When we did give in...oh...it was wonderous...but then." He sips. "Then we fed each other..." He cannot help the shiver that courses through him even from the memory of what it felt like when that moment happened. The need, the desire, to stay and have. To taste of his lover in all the ways possible. A breath is taken and then he nods his head once more. "It was dangerous. We almost didn't break away from it. You likely wouldn't have had clones to come destroy...as I am sure we would have dusted each other." Or something like that. Another breath and he sips more from his glass. "So... speaking of the clones..."
Sinister	Sinister doesn't shy from the kiss. He does give Vlad an odd kind of look, as if that's still a novelty for him, which indeed, it might be. The elder warlord is given a wry smile and a touch to his hip, before the gesture translates to a wave at the clone coffins. "I can only imagine when bonds have been formed in a family group of vampires, how devastating it is, when the hunters become the hunted. Something in that concentrated life-force is stronger than smack. Even when returning to ourselves, I found everything tasted like ashes for hours afterwards." He looks up at Vlad again there. "I should never become a vampire. It would be a very dangerous proposition. We should share some of the observations, allow you to review the scientific data I collected so you can see it in actual, measurable means, but... we feel we should terminate the tempation, a little earlier than planned."
Dracula	"Ah, the hunger," Vlad says softly, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "It is ever present, and it matters not how much one consumes for it always remains, from one night unto the next," he adds, a thoughtful note to his voice. "The sound of the blood in the veins can be heard, as can the beating of the heart. Knowing that there is blood coursing those veins only stirs the hunger further." He lifts a hand to lightly catch one of the glasses of cognac, giving it a light swirl before he takes a sip of it. "I have done so before... fed a vampire, and fed from a vampire," he comments. He offers no details, but he does have experience with it. He looks to Lucifer, and he gives a nod. "It is dangerous, aye. Though for one to feed from another would not kill either of them. It creates a sort of loop," he muses. There's a brief glance towards the coffins, but he says nothing of the contents of them. There is a smile that turns at the corners of his lips, and he gives a nod to Sinister. "We are hunters and we are hunted. There are bonds between those who are of a family group of vampires, those who are sired by the same vampire. Sometimes they remain as the vampires age and sometimes they fade over time, with age," he says softly, a touch of amusement to his voice. "It is how food tastes for me and why I tend not to eat much of it. It does naught for me," he says, giving a small nod. He lifts his free hand to lightly brush his fingertips over one of Sinister's cheeks, if permitted. "To be a vampire is dangerous for anyone -- I will not turn you and make you like I am," he says softly. He glances towards the coffins for a brief moment, then back to the man before he gives a small nod. "If that is what you wish, then I can terminate the clones with finality."
Lucifer	"I stand in agreement with Sinister. There is something alluring and terrifying about that existence. If you could even turn me into one...I shouldn't become one either. For what it's worth." Lucifer offers this much as he sips a bit more from his glass. There really isn't much more for him to say in this moment and so he shifts to sit on the couch, adjacent to where Nathaniel has slumped, and stays a bit forward in order to rest one hand on Nathaniel's knee. "But yes. The clones are yours to terminate as you wish, dear Vlad."
Sinister	Sinister claims the floating cognac then, leaning forwards as Lucifer rests hand upon knee, almost subconsciously lifting his cheek to the very faint stroke from the vampire lord. There's a rumble in his throat then, not a whine, but a sound low in the throat of large predator that escapes and causes a blink. "Damn my mind," coughing, clearing his throat, he mutters "...ignore that. I did not think that you would, Vlad. But now, I know I would actively fight a widespread infection, were one to break out. The strong could control, but the weak and there are very many that are weak, would be deadly."
Dracula	The Lord of Vampires turns his attention to Lucifer, and he gives a small nod. "Aye, there is. It is an existence of many facets," Vlad says softly, his tone thoughtful. "It is not often that I give my word on this topic, however I find it prudent to offer it now -- I grant you both my word that I will not attempt to turn either of you," he offers, looking from one of them to the other of them. He swirls his glass slightly, and then he takes a sip of the cognac held within it. "I will terminate their existence. There is a room within my keep. A solarium, of sorts. It has a roof that opens, and allows the sunlight to fill the room. It is a room that was designed for the destruction of those such as myself. There are chains sunk into the floor, to bind wrist and ankle of the one who is to be killed," he explains. His gaze shifts to Nathaniel, watching him. There is a smile that quirks at the corners of his lips, and he gives a soft chuckle. "Your mind is too interesting to damn," he says softly, sounding a touch amused. "I will not be creating a flock of vampires. Yet, at least."
Sinister	"Vlad, again, it's not you that I'm worried over. And the fact that we have places where sudden neck rupture is a common cause of death, tells me that there are those less prudent than yourself. Like as not, ones who are not your bloodline..." Sinister snorts at the compliment to the complexity of his brain, but he seems... a little more relaxed, knowing that their experiment will be properly and thoroughly terminated. "I almost pity them. By the by, my clone will take approximately five seconds to burst into flames. It isn't instantaneous conflagration. I did not test Lucifer's for flame resistance. By the by..." He looks over at the computer hooked up to the safe-room cameras, considers as he looks to Lucifer, then lifts both hands up, palm to palm. Opening them wide, a screen materializes in thin air, about five foot from them. A push of his hand puts it further back and a pulling of the corners makes it a lovely mini cinematic. What plays thereafter is the footage from Vampire-Sin's awkening in 16x speed, parallel to the brainwave readings that occured the hours prior. Cognitive dissonance occurs in fleeting little sparks on the neocortex of the brainscan, then vigorous activity centered in the medulla oblongata and amigdala region of the brain, along with the brainstem. Autonomic and instinctive region, alongside the pleasure/pain center. During those first moments, the activity is very obvious and even when 'green hued' calm claims that portion of the brain, it still spikes considerably more than it would otherwise, even when the cortex and neocortex resumes function. Perpetual hunger/thirst, in scientific data.
Lucifer	"I do not forsee my clone taking any longer to burn. It's not infused with the hellfire that I am..." Lucifer offers. He doesn't burn. It's that whole immortal thing. He cannot be injured, and the only reason why he ever bleeds is when he's willing himself to do so. Otherwise, zilch. Another sip of cognac is taken and then he manifests a silver case from which he plucks a cigarette. Lights it with a spark of hellfire, which he'll offer to anyone else who might take a death stick. "I did think there'd be more flash for this and not just, chain them down and set them afire with sunlight..."
Dracula	"I did not think that you were concerned over myself, however it is never a bad thing to offer one's word to ensure it," Vlad says, half bowing to Sinister. "It is too common of a cause of death. There are other vampires within the city, I have sensed them," he adds, giving a small nod. He hasn't sought to touch their minds at all, or to control them if he even could do so. "You have no reason to pity them. The pain of their burning will not last for long," he comments, a small smile touching at the corners of his lips. "If you wish, I can return to you the ashes so that you might bury them as you see fit," he offers, tilting his head a touch to one side. "They will be chained within the solarium until they have become ash, regardless of how long it might take." He turns his gaze to the screen that materializes, and he tilts his head a touch to one side, watching. He studies the images that played out, and there's a flicker of curiosity in his dark eyes. "I understand that this is brain activity, but the science behind what it means is not something that I am educated in," he says softly, his tone thoughtful. "What does it mean?" he asks, the curiosity obvious in his voice. His gaze flicks to Lucifer, and there's a hint of a smile that tugs his lips. "If you wish to witness their deaths, you are welcome to do so. Both of you. The sunlight burns, and it is a painful thing. There is fire that comes with it as well. It is not enough to kill myself, but it is more than enough to kill those two."
Sinister	Sinister finishes his cognac in one long flick, setting the glass speedily off to the washing area. A cigarette is taken, lit by leaning toward Lucifer for that little spark of the inferno and drags, letting cigarette dangle from lips, sucking every so often as he glances at the computer, which boots up. It starts taking readings from sensors implanted in its hub and he looks to the holoscreen. A flick of his wrist scoots the video to a side-bar and a current brainscan shows; his own. He focuses on the screen and the frontal lobe and cortex regions brighten, flashing colours. He then presses lips together and everything in the room not pinned down by bolts, levitates a foot from the floor. During it, the cortex flares a LOT brighter, as does the grey matter in the middle of the brain, flashes passing across the mid-brain of the corpos collosum (the bit that connects left and right) in a kaleidoscope of activity. "Higher mind functions. Psychic abilities are most of them rooted in the cortex region, that is cognitive thought areas of the brain. A few, very select individuals, the woman known as Jean Grey being one of them, have a synergistic higher and mid-brain activation, with involvement in the medulla. This makes her a lot more powerful, as brainpower is exerted in the extreme between all areas of the brain. But it also makes her unstable, as the subconscious and instinctual is emotionally dominated and can act up in situations of stress and trauma. Now..." He waves the cigarette. "Addiction," taking a drag, the area of his brain flaring is more toward the base of the brain with flashes here and there elsewhere. He reaches out to Lucifer on the couch then, pointing at the screen as he leans in to kiss the man's lips at the corner, flaring up the cortex, but also significant areas of the medulla. "Attraction and pleasure principle, in instinct." Flicking his hand back to show the playback, he pulls up a second screen with Lucifer's readings. "Very similar activity in both neonates. Significant changes in brain chemistry make the lizard brain and urge worm considerably more active. Humans at least and those rooted in humanity, are not generally used to having that region amplified. And it never dulls. I ran scans during slumber, during various other activities. Control comes over time, but it never surpresses. There's some other significant readings that I measured." Feeding for instance, sparks what look a little bit like fireworks from the mid and hind brain, all over the place.