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Sinister	Yesterday was strange. No stranger than days usually get, but definitely a little on the weird side. Rainbow melty women and irrascible eggs. Then good fish and chips, a'la Mystery Mansion's endless doors. That was probably a miracle that it opened anywhere remotely close to a chippy. But eventually all things conclude in coming home, having a good shower, small talk into the night and such things as that. Checking on progress reports with the minions by staring out into space. Listening to good music, having a dance... that sort of thing. ANd then there was Tuesday. Tuesday kind of happened and is often the case, work gets done when the hours are filled with people and general business conduct. Except perhaps it was an odd Tuesday. Karma or some side-effect of John Constantine, though that might well be doubtful. It might just be a side-effect of the universe. At the club someone had three live llamas delivered, for absolutely no reason at all, though the order looked right; took some time to work out that was supposed to be Viva Llama, a bad translation from spanish and mistaking actual animals for crates of peruvian small press import. Someone fell off a building not that far away and miraculously survived, which got a bit of camera coverage where it isn't exactly welcomed. Not a red carpet event, no celebrities on a Tuesday... etcetera. ANd then? Evening rolled around and there's a tit for tat of an absence of a usual mind presence. In this case though, concentrating on a ring of his making, or really thinking about it finds a strange mix of consternation and black humour drifting in the depths where Sinister lurks.
Lucifer	With a hope to sort of keep the radar a bit less blippy, Lucifer had actually stayed at the Penthouse for once. He got some business done, and then there was a delivery of llamas. Yes. Llamas. Those things will spit on you if you're not careful. No wait. That's alpacas. Well he doesn't want to risk it with the llamas either so he makes a few calls and gets all that sorted. Back upstairs, he drinks some whiskey, pays some bills, submits the payroll...takes a shower, trims his stubble, and otherwise just gets ready for a nice night in with Sinister. Who doesn't show. And then he thinks on it, he realizes there's a sort of emptiness where that mind used to be. They really need to quit doing that to each other. At least Sinister left a blip - intentional or not - and so Lucifer follows the kernel to find the treasure of Sin.
Sinister	With a mental map, it lands him somewhere in the Tropic of Cancer. Further, the ring he gifted Lucifer is an extremely good homing beacon; given that it's literally part of his life force and there's a telepathic link besides, bringing a mental map of the earth itself up -- and frankly Lucifer's been alive for billions of years, this is probably like the back of his hand -- the coordination leads to a ring of fire island, part corral atol, part volcano, in the middle of nowhere in the pacific ocean. The kind of middle of nowhere where the multitude of Christmas and Easter islands reside. The great chain of Polynesia. Further, once mental GPS coordinates have been ascertained, it's the matter of a thought to blip right to him. This was once a little slice of tropical paradise, honest it was. But on the horizon is a great, almost termite-moundlike structure of bio-organic skycraper, under a surreally peachy pink, yellow and lurid orange dome. The City of Tomorrow... if tomorrow had a taste in sunset, flechettes and absurdly phallic architechture. Sinister is sitting on a deck chair, staring at this ediface of the surreal. "I am -soooooo- sorry. Clearly my collective subconscious has no filter and a distinct lack of panache..." said without looking "...there's a mutiny going on."
Lucifer	"Well this isn't self mutilation then curled up by a fire naked with your bloody clothes strewn about... but I suppose it'll do for a silent night." Lucifer quips as he walks up and then sits next to Nathaniel. He doesn't sit on anything but air - as Nathaniel is not the only one who can do such a trick - and then he just sort of rolls his head to the side to look upon the other man. "A good night of fucking for your thoughts, my dear. What plagues you?"
Sinister	"Well, if that isn't an adequate payment, I don't know what is..." Sinister chuckles, then gives a sigh, looking with a roll of his head to Lucifer, to the air, to Lucifer again and last to the citadel. He waves a hand at it, rolling wrist and flailing fingers. "You know when something seemed like a good idea at the time?" He begins, then grunts and fishes for cigarettes, lights one and proffers the tin, using his lit smoke to gesture at the towers again. "This was a 'what if' everyone lives in harmony, kind of gig. Ish. Sort of. Only not really. I've had my moments, lets just say that. Erm. You know, I don't even know where to really start, here..."
Lucifer	Lucifer claims a cigarette, lights it, and listens. "I know when a lot of things seems like a good idea at the time. Then perspective changes, or an idea goes slight...and suddenly the good idea at the time becomes a bad idea in the moment." Offering that while taking a drag, looking at the citadel for a moment. "That's one hell of a thing to hope for, my dear. There will never be a moment when everyone lives in harmony. It sounds like a good idea, but it will never come to pass. There will always be an opposing force. It's a balance act, you tilt it too far one way or the other and things get...fluid. In a bad sort of way."
Sinister	Sinister gestures again, rather grandly at the citadel. "I both hope you want to investigate and am secretly crossing fingers that you don't. Welcome to Barr Sinister, my dear. Where if you are not Sinister you are nothing." He says that grandly, then scoffs at it, snorting through his nose. "They are all me. And those that are not me, are clones of individuals designed to integrate with, or be subserviant to, the ruling class. You set a few rules, you create the scenario, you populate the scenario and then on a Tuesday of all days, you end up discovering that there's a civil war brewing and a mutiny is on the rise." He shakes his head a few times. "I'm sorry I went radio silence, but you didn't deserve the day of mental incredulity I've had, when dealing with a Tuesday."
Lucifer	Lucifer tilts his head and looks back to the citadel with a newfound curiosity. "Oh I definitely want to go and investigate this now. Witness a mutiny first hand? Who in their right Devil mind would NOT want to go see that?" Another drag is taken off his cigarette and he blows smoke into the air, considering for a moment. "Well... at least you had a somewhat interesting day..." A pause. "Except you missed the llamas."
Sinister	Sinister slowly turns his head to look at Lucifer, sat on the air. This singular expression continues for about thirty seconds. If this were a comic strip, it would've occupied an entire two pages, to prolong and fully express the essential 'moment'. "Nope. Now I need to know. //LLamas//?" Off to the right of the city ahead, a plume of an explosion jettisons several tons of building material out into the ocean and shoots a plume of smoke toward the heavens. Distant sounds of structural destabilization can be heard and one of the towers on that side falls off.
Lucifer	"Yup. Llamas. Three of them, to be precise. Delivered to the club on the premise of badly translated order forms. It was meant to be a case of Viva Llama...a peruvian small press import." Lucifer offers and then takes another drag off his cigarette while sort of looking into everything and nothing at the same time. At about the same time he takes that pull off the cigarette, that explosion happens and Lucifer kind of smirks. "Mercy me. I had no idea these cigarettes were THAT strong?" A chuckle then. "Your doing or is this the hand of the civil war mutineers?"
Sinister	"Oh, good grief," Sinister shakes his head with a dry chuckle. "I think multilinguism ought to be a pre-requisite for working in Lux requisition department, then bad translations wouldn't happen. At least that's the theory," glancing at the cigarette he snorts and flicks a brow up, a long, thorough draw of his smoke taken, before he proffers the butt toward Lucifer for incineration. "Not my doing. This appears to be what happens when the reds and the blues go at it -- or there might be a third party involved that want to tear down the tyranny. That happens on occasion. Shall we?" He rises off the deck chair, glances at it and shakes his head, taking a lazy walk along the sand (which is lovely by the by and covered in tiny shells) toward the surreally hued citadel.
Lucifer	"I just want to know who tried to order Viva Llama to the club. Like was it supposed to be a special order or something?" Lucifer offers and then shrugs his shoulders as he takes the butt from Sinister and incinerates it into oblivion. He's still smoking on his when Nathaniel gets up himself and begins sauntering along a step behind the man. "Hmm...well then...I believe this will be an interesting thing to go view." Offering this much with a chuckle before incinerating his own cigarette and catching up the pace to walk next to Sinister then. It's a lazy walk, and he enjoys the company. "This really is a lovely place though... it's a shame the inner workings are at war."
Sinister	"It's a Tuesday. Sometimes well... I'll go for years without there being an incident, but... well..." Sinister looks sidelong at Lucifer, then clears his throat and looks back toward the citadel. "Everything here is Sinister, except for a few pertinent clones. As I noted, it was a kind of social experiment. They propagate, as their constitution is akin to a virus. Life forms that arrive here, end up infected by Sinister and become Sinister themselves, if they stay any length of time. They also grow one another in vats." He explains this, stoops to pick up a sea razor shell that's intact and smiles at it, proffering the perfect oblong to Lucifer. There might be a reason he picked it up, the inner lining is the exact right shade of mother of pearl that it looks similar to his skin in Hell. "The idea was to give them rules; there had to be order, there had to be structure and there had to be organization, to craft society out of it. THey've been democratic, autocratic, oligarchic, tyrannic and currently they seem to be experimenting with anarchistic, if that explosion is anything to judge by." Out of the citadel a whole lot of guards are swarming like well organized ants. They're all wearing rather grand victoriana garb, accented in reds. "Ahh, it's the reds. Maybe they're holding the lower levels." It is a bit odd to see every face the same. They're all him. But the difference is seeing the vast array of expressions from a multiplex of Sins.
Lucifer	"It is very much a Tuesday..." Lucifer reacts and then watches as they continue to get closer to the citadel. "You say this again, and act like you're using it as a determent for us to go. Yet here we are walking ever closer. To see what's going on with all the Sinisters there making a ruckus." Glancing over at the shell as it's proffered, he smiles as he takes it and looks it over. "Glorious. My Sinister Shell. I know precisely where this is going..." Offering that comment with a grin as he sets it aside. "I mean none of these are a bad thing. The experiment might even be worth the cost of whatever gets torn asunder... perhaps they should also learn how to rebuild once either side wins..." He glances, tilts his head, and then smirks. "Look at all that red though..." Every face being similar doesn't seem to bother him. The garb has him smirking a bit as well. "Is this where we yell the Devil is coming? In the style of The British are coming?"
Sinister	"You could, but I have absolutely -no- clue how they'd react to that. This is actually the place where I came to realize that clones end up being ever so slightly different from one another. The sheer volume of them made it rather clear. Aaaaaaand...." "HALT! Who goes there in such fine and stylish attire? State your purpose here on Bar Sinister, Sinister person!" "Are we doing this again?" The real Sinister asks. "Well... I... uh... It's protocol. Theta will have our stars if we don't obey the protocols." "Right, right. Is that whose in charge this time?" "Erm." -- Several sinisters look at one another and one shrugs with an exaggerated 'Iunno' expression. "Yyyyyyyyyyyes? Yes. I'm going with yes." "You don't know do you." "Well. It's probably Theta. Same twirly moustache." "Aaaah. So why are you exploding things this time?" "Ah, well, uh..." "...." Sinister looks blandly on, then looks to Lucifer and back to the red festooned 'captain'. One of the less vacuous seeming Sins is peering at Lucifer, formulating shapes that are almost words but not speaking out of turn. Sinister seems to catch on to this. "He is not Sinister." A chorus of AHAS! -- "But he is also mine." -- A chorus of awwws.
Lucifer	The only good thing here is that all THOSE Sinisters look the same, but HIS Sinister is dressed a bit differently. If this were not the case, Lucifer might well get lost. Then he smirks, steps behind the man who is a few inches taller than him and then steps out the other side. Looking...more Sinister-ish. "Ah! But I -am- a Sinister. Do not try to fool them..it seems we are caught." Then LuciSin is giving a smirk. A very coy one. "No answer to the question of why things are going all kablamo in the fortress? Did someone smoke around the gun powder again? You -know- that's dangerous..."
Sinister	"AHA! I knew it!" "Oh, I say, very snazzy." "Snazzy? Who says snazzy?" "He's a bit short for a Sinister..." "Are you sure? Maybe he shaved a bit off the bottom?" "Did you bang your head when the parapet exploded?" So goes the chorus of approval, as the Captain gives a bellow of "Atteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!" and leaves off the 'shun' from the end. It nevertheless gets all the reds standing straight and not gossiping. "Very good." A salute is shot off and the far-off look from the Captain seems to suggest he's trying to think about the explosion in a logical sequence. "We have rogue elements, sir. A couple of the sinisters from the lower quarters went missing and ever since then we've had an appalling spate of vandalism. Moustaches and glasses have been drawn on dozens of the IMperial portraits, graffiti on the walls, it's not /cricket/ sir." Sinister is still staring at Lucifer with both eyebrows raised. He points a finger... waves it... fails to find the words and simply sidelines it with a look back to the Captain, mouth open still. "Rogue element? Since when?" "Oh, about three or so months back." !!!
Lucifer	Lucifer looks himself over and then raises a brow. "Perhaps you're just tall for a Sinister." He quips and then gives a stern 'hmph!' before looking back to his Sinister. Listening to the conversation between the two. "Rogue element? So one of the clones isn't acting along with the hive? Going completely off on their own tangent!? Ooooh this MUST be good..." He seems a bit...too happy...to hear such a thing. Though he can almost tell Sinister is a bit...distressed? "...Can I go find them??"
Sinister	"Ohh," the sinister that commented looks down at himself, then seems to go about eyeballing his fellows, planing his hand above his head to attempt very unscientific measuring against his peers. One of the ones behind him bonks him with their truncheon and rolls eyes. Distressed is a strong term. Mildly perplexed is a better one. "Interesting," Sinister intones with a chinstroke, looking at LuciSin with one brow inching up a bit at the gleefulness bubbling just beneath the surface. "I don't see why not. Captain! Make sure we have all access passes, quick as a whistle, chop-chop, come on lads, we don't have all day..." Clapping his hands briskly. It is comedic, watching the scrabble become suddenly organized trot-trotting in synch. Sinister starts briskly walking in their wake, leaning sidelong to murmur sotto voce. "You are far too chipper about my rogue elements."
Lucifer	"Pssh. You're just stoic because you've been running this thing... or letting it run itself... for who knows how long. I don't think I've ever met a rogue element of you before. Also.." LuciSin pauses in his talking while the others move about their tasks in the moment perhaps. "For someone who doesn't let anyone else but himself in save for now when it's someone you truly wish to share it with... you sound like Walt Disney." A pause so he can grin. "All access pass indeed..."
Sinister	Still in a low tone. "Oh, I must commit ritual suicide now, the shame of that is going to haunt me for the rest of my days," Sinister chuckles lowly. "But seriously, that's the only way we'll get past all the protocols. It would get frustrating very quickly otherwise..." what he thinks about his rogue elements, well, he keeps mum about that for now. All access pass appears to be a rather grand eppaulette with trim and tassles and five whole stars on it. One and only one is settled on LuciSin's shoulder, as it seems Sinister himself is not going to be obstructed. There's probably a story there. It might involve a lot of dazed Sins and or clones flying everywhere. They are escorted past the outer circle, then the majesty and current strife of Bar Sinister is on full reveal. Authority figures, as dictated by the fanciness of their clothing appear to be organizing their various little troops to search high and low and the reason being that the giant statue of Sinister in the town square has a traffic cone atop its head and writing scrawled in pink paint across his chest reading 'Independent thought! Do any of you have one?' -- This seems to catch Sinister with his head tilted a moment snorting in what /sounds/ like amusement. "If you were a rogue element in this loony bin, where would you hide in plain sight?" he ponders.
Lucifer	"Oooh look. A special badge just for me..." LuciSin quips as that all access pass is pinned upon his person. "I mean, you know me, I can be such a sucker for protocol until it gets mundane and boring. Oooh... swaggy..." This as they walk past the outer circle and into the inner workings of all this. People scramble - sort of - like they're trying to figure out who is who among the pinkly painted postulant portrait. LuciSin takes a few steps forward, and then walks halfway around the statue and eyes it up and down once more. "Well now, there are a few ways I think we could find out. Seems like they're in... mid-Victorian age? Perhaps? Renissance time maybe?" Not another word is said until he shifts into the middle of the room. Ish. Waiting for people to clear out. Sort of. And then, he takes in a breath.. "MARCO?!"
Sinister	"Yes, more or less, they go with what they know. Knew. It's a bit basic, I suppose. But the fanciness of attire is new, I think they've decided pomp and ceremony is a way to enhance their caste system..." Sinister watches as Luci circumnavigates the edifice of Sin's glorification and symbol of the Imperium. And then that. He blinks several times, "That's never going to..." "POLO!" "....work." "Oh come off it, that silk road hack? Like good british explorers didn't find plenty of places..." This from a regalia festooned magistrate type, after directing a bunch of blues up to do recovery in the blown turret. Sinister peers about the square, narrowing eyes. It isn't the one that yelled 'Polo' that he homes in on, but rather a plainly clothed Sin with a mop and bucket, keeping his head down. <<Lucifer,>> the thought reaches out <<Him. He's thinking how moronic the masses are. He practically cringed when someone yelled Polo.>>
Lucifer	Lucifer smiles, in that way he has, in that way no Sinister may ever smile so it likely looks...wonky. He also shifts his gaze back towards his Sinister, giving a sort of smug look to the man, as if telling him 'told you so..' in a non-verbal type of way. "Yes, yes. Rally the masses, go forth, clean up and such..." He offers as he pretends to be looking around the room some more while walking closer to the one with mop in hand. The one Sinister pointed out to him mentally. Then he turns, gives a little whistle, and is about three and a half paces from the one who cringed and thought people were moronic. "You know... for trying not to stick out like a sore thumb...you're not doing very well..."
Sinister	You have to give it to Mop-Sin, he looks up with absolutely the best poker face imaginable. "Who me?" A glance about the square wary, but who wouldn't be when called out infront of the braying reds and the fussy blues. He continues to mop his spillage. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about sir. I'm mopping. There's a spill?" Deadpan. <<He's thinking -- what did I do? I don't stand out, how does he know.>> The veil of amusement has descended over Sinister. "Janitors are invisible in your quarter sir?"
Lucifer	<<I want to take him away. Like touch his shoulder and whisk him outside when there's no one looking...>> LuciSin responds to Sinister-mind. His eyes seem to shift and glance around once more. "It was how you didn't react just a moment ago. Course I could be blind. Do you think I could be blind?" A pause to that last question and he shakes his head. "Only because I'm not around to see them work."
Sinister	"Well, that's hardly fair, is it? I would have been in trouble if I had reacted and I'm apparently in trouble for not reacting. That's a no win scenario..." The janitor Sin frowns, then looks a bit dumbfounded. "Oh, bollocks." He casts about, sure he's about to get lynched. <<I would say go for it, my dear. Take him out to the deck chair and I'll meet you there.>>
Lucifer	Lucifer just grins and shakes his head, looking about once more, then again. When no one seems to be looking - or wouldn't be bothered about the sudden disappearance of a janitor - he places hand on shoulder and the two...disappear. When they reappear at the deck chair, LuciSin is now Lucifer again and he moves to sit in the deck chair proper, waving a hand so another appears aside. "Have a seat. Take a moment. Don't worry...I don't think you're in trouble. Much..."
Sinister	The reaction is priceless though, to suddenly not being where he had been. The Janitor is still holding his mop and it suddenly ends up as a bow-stick, which slaps him over the head with the wet end. "Jumping jahozefads! What the... where the..." Dropping the mop, he fights it to the ground then stares around, at the chair at /Lucifer/ now and straightens his spine up, looking wary and why not? "You must be one of the elite. They tend to have gifts that us plebians do not share." He opines, sighs a little and looks back at the citadel, around and at the deck chair. Apparently sitting with an 'elite' is a novel experience and probably against etiquette, as with a look of defiance, he plonks his bum down in the seat with a flounce of arms to the rests. "Well, if I'm going to hang from the scaffold, I will flaunt the rules." He glances at Lucifer. "You've probably already been told, but you are not Sinister." "No, that would be me." Landing nearby, the Real Sinister lands, starts to walk with a smile on his face.
Lucifer	"Yes, which makes me wonder why that is. I mean...I very well know that I am not Sinister. Sinister knows I am not Sinsiter, so why does it have to be a bloody announcement like it's the worst news ever." Lucifer offers, glancing over as the Real Sinister approaches them. He grins, another flick of the wrist and an apple appears in his hand, red and shiny, from which he takes a bite. "Then there's you... you're a little different from all the others yourself aren't you? Go on. It's okay... you can tell us.." Another bite into the apple. *Crunch* "Oh and..." *munch munch* "For the record..." *Crunch munch* "I'm Lucifer Morningstar."
Sinister	The real Sin draws on up, sitting on the air as his want, but in this instance lazing on it like it's a chaise longue. The Janitor gives him a wary look, but the gesture from Sin has him blinking a few times rapidly and looking similarly warily at Lucifer. "The devil. I'm talking to the devil? Oh, the apple is so appropos." Sinister meanwhile holes his hands up in a rectangle "Click" Janitor's eyes dart back to his progenitor and he twitches his nose to the side, sighs faintly. "Well, why not? I suppose. There's a kind of poeticism to my capture that suggests the road to hell was paved with good intentions." He throws hands up faintly, palms up in a what the heck gesture, looking back at the citadel, then at his 'captors' so to speak. "One of these things is not like the others, mmm? Relegated to meniality by the batch I came from. I suppose I should be saying 'Ready to Serve' in a monotone with a vaccuous expression. I make note that you're not Sinister as a measure of warning. If you're not Sinister here, you're nothing. Or you're else. Those that have said that they were, when they clearly were not and landed on our shores anyway... well, they soon were. It's like a verbal agreement to join with us, be one of us... and lose all sense of self. There's a few of us. I won't betray them though. I rather like the notion that there are some that will think contrary to the mainstream."
Lucifer	Lucifer listens to Janitor for a moment, tilting his head while his story is told. The fact that people who visit this island become incorporated into it as well has a brow raising. Glancing over to his Sinister, he gestures. "Is this true? This place runs like Davy Jones' ship The Flying Dutchman? Taking in anyone who crosses it's path and agrees to soul and life changing demands?" Then he grins. "And /I/ am the Devil...whoo..." There's another moment taken to regard the Janitor, and he takes another bite of his apple, almost done with his treat. "So. What are you then? Do you remember? Clone or wayward traveler?"
Sinister	Sinister glances at Lucifer under brows, head tilted and lolled. "I told you, I had a few issues once upon a time. I still do, but they're different issues," he lofts eyebrows and looks from Luci to the Janitor. The lowly Sin snorts and slaps his knees, stares, frowns and lifts hands up with the shrug he gives. "I don't know. I assume a batch, but I could be wrong. At one point his Imperial Majesty did have a little pet project involving a perpetually cloned version of a woman that could not be saved and a particularly annoying valiant that kept trying to save her, in a kind of groundhog day of misery. They were Sinister too, but they didn't know it. Some of us have his gifts," he nods to the real Nathaniel Essex. "Most of us don't. I might have been a pacific rim pirate, for all I know, that got shipwrecked here. I might be a clone. Sometimes, I think I imagine a different life, but then I wonder if that's just a fabulation of the collective." He lofts his chin, a little proudly. "Maybe I'm a part of this experiment after all -- The seed of what becomes a meritocracy born of rebellion."
Lucifer	"Well that's interesting. Very much so indeed. I could almost see this as an above ground, this plane, version of Hell. Just sent the weary to this island. Eventually they might become self aware or simply waste away..." Lucifer says this, but he doesn't mean it as a slight. He's actually enjoying the thought process. even if Sinister may think otherwise towards his comments. "You've been accused to destroying part of the citadel. They're blaming you. Did you blow it up? On accident? Purpose?" I'm curious really.."
Sinister	The janitor shakes his head. "I didn't. I was down in the square. I had to be to make my message heard. I think that was one of the others. Some seagull and nesting bird droppings -- they never stay long enough to be absorbed... head off to sea again. But mix it with the right substances and you can make quite a little bonfire of the vanities. They'll just regrow the crystal. It all ends up being pointless, so it's petty little rebellions, to try and break the monotony, try and give a message, get it through the heads of the masses that they -can- think. They can know what they're doing. That they're not just following some unknown plan by the higher ones." Hmm. Interesting. "Hell? I suppose it could be a hell on earth. It certainly is, if you are still self aware. And am I even self aware? As I said, I might just be part of the experiment. The grand design. Doing what I'm supposed to do, to evolve things. I might not be the observer in this strange quantum mechanics that by my actions, change the outcome by the observation."
Lucifer	Lucifer considers this one for a moment and then tilts his head one way before it goes the other. A final bite of his apple before he incenerates it to ash with a flash-bang of hellfire. He doesn't say much of anything for the moment, considering the janitor and then looking back towards the citadel for a longer moment. Something about how it's all coming together doesn't sit quite right. "So what do we do with this one, Nathaniel?" Asking as he looks pointedly at his lover, giving a grin.
Sinister	"Well, now we've tagged him, I suppose we should release him into the wild, to roam free with the others." Sinister replies, fishing another cigarette from its case. He proffers the tin, floating it out between both the devil and his clone. The Janitor seems surprised, but takes one and pats his pockets for a lucifer to light his fag. Smile boys, that's the style! Sinister's own is lit with a zippo and he puffs away for several moments content. "Or I could terminate this one, to save his friends from retribution. I actually just came by to check up as something felt blippy in the back of my mind and well, this madcap silliness was ongoing." The Janitor's hand is shaking a bit as he lights up with a match.
Lucifer	Oh. Lucifer didn't really think about that. About the consequences of actually tagging the person. Now they had to make a choice that was either throw them back into the life they hate or...terminate them? Surely there's a better option. "What about taking him with us? He'd fit in with Lux, stay in one of the rooms of the hotel. Earn a wage by keeping Lux clean..." Lucifer offers this and glances over to Sinister while taking up his own cigarette, lighting it with a snap of hellfire. "I don't even think seeing another with your face around Lux or New York would make anyone bat an eye because they know you and your ways... I like this one." Then he turns to the Janitor. "What do you think? I mean, it's your life. If Nathaniel okays it... you wanna go somewhere different for a while?"
Sinister	Sinister's eyes blink twice, in a lazy batter. He considers the proposition, looking from himself to the Janitor. He gets off the air, walking close as the other with his face, trembling, takes a drag on his cancer stick. Quietly, he pokes the clone in the forehead, where the diamond of red resides. "Shapeshifting powers, activate. On and off switch, or am I just being silly? Who knows..." there's a moment of the other being quite taken aback by that and he pins back in the chair, arms on the handrests clinging tight. His fag dangles and spills ash on his apron. Sinister smiles. "Right. Now," there's a flare of the jewel in his own forehead, the ruby light spilling out and the Janitor convulses a little bit, his face contorting until well, he has a skin tone and resembles, but isn't quite... Nathaniel Essex. Maybe a cousin. He has dark brown hair, not black and his eyes appear to be a pale winter blue. "Good enough. Shapeshifting powers off." Another flick of the forehead and Sinister turns to Lucifer with a voila gesture of one flourished wrist. "Can't have two of me, one doing clean up, what WILL people think? And you have to make sure you change his litter tray."
Lucifer	Lucifer watches as Sinister approaches the other, does a little shapeshifting boogaloo and all of a sudden there's a distant cousin sitting near them. "Also, you need a name...can't have you going by Sinister all the time either. So if you could be called anything, what would you prefer?" Of course, he's also a bit concerned that the clone/alter/whatever seems quite fightened and put off by what's been going on. This however does not stop Lucifer from taking hold of that flourished wrist and gently tugging Nathaniel into his lap. "I should have known you would have gotten jealous over yourself. Especially if your other self would be in close proximity of me at any time." A grin and then he captures Nathaniel's lips in a searing kiss. "Just remember... no one will ever take the place of you."
Sinister	The Janitor meanwhile, is just looking a bit stunned and yes, just a little afraid. But then his cigarette drops, causing a sailor's blue streak of cussing as it singes his chest and he catches the smoke up, staring as his hand comes into view. He holds it up, stares more, then stuffs his other hand into the pockets of his apron to pull out a simple steel comb. But in the dull polished reflection he stares at his face, distorted there but nevertheless visible. "Bartolemew's backside, my face!" he exclaims, then laughs a little hysterically, flicking the cigarette away to poke and prod at it, feel it, his nose, his cheeks, his ears, pulling his hair down to stare at it. "Shit on a brick!" Another burst of laughter. "A name? Uh. A name. Sam. Yes. No! Johnathan. Johnny. I... I think I remember dreaming I was Johnny, once." No last name gets offered. Just that. APparently that's all she wrote, folks. Meanwhile, Nathaniel is spilled into lap. The deck chair isn't terribly happy about this and creaks a bit, that's now close to four hundred pounds of weight. The fabric makes interesting sounds. And a blistering kiss, on top of that? "MmmmmmmmmmmMMMmmmm, yes. Well. Appearances and all that."
Lucifer	"Appearances indeed. Just so long as you know that YOU are mine, and I am YOURS, and noone nor nothing will get in the way of that. Try, maybe, but succeed? Not on my existence." Lucifer offers to Nathaniel, giving another searing kiss as if to seal those words into some sort of pact. He then nuzzles the man before his attention goes back to the other one. "You kinda look more like a Sam, but if you want your name to be Johnny, then Johnny it is!" He grins, takes a drag off his cigarette, flicks ashes and blows smoke skyward. "So... you ready to embark on a new lease of life?"
Sinister	Sinister does not reply for the time being, allowing the newly minted Johnny to giggle himself into calm again. Sometimes, just having your /own/ face is a thing you really, really can't get over. It's important. You return time and time again to -your own- face. Your own nature. Yourself. In his case, pale skin, red eyes and these days... wings and all. "Hell yes. ANYthing but staying here. I think I might just weep, in a bit." Johnny replies, staring at the comb again for a couple more moments, then pocketting it, looking at the citadel of Bar Sinister with his chin up and his eyes narrowed. Then he turns his back and simply waits having born witness to a dark miracle. Sinister after all, has a heart. And only then really, does Sinister reply and it isn't in words. He gets up, drawing Lucifer with him and folds himself down a measure, pulling the devil in for a very close, silent, but meaningful hug. Head bowed, he turns his face to bestubbled neck, inhales deep and breathes out slow. SQUEEZE. Nod that's felt more than seen.
Lucifer	Things work a bit backwards for Lucifer. As first, he stands as he's led to and then returns that meaningful and tight hug. Holding Nathaniel for a lingering moment, enjoying the nuzzle and feeling the nod from him. "Ah, my love, those words will always be true. Hold onto them. I love you." It's him that slowly peels back a bit and then looks Johnny over. "Ah, but with a new look comes a need for new attire. We'll have to see my tailor to get you, Johnny, some suits and some casual wear. A whole new wardrobe. Then we'll make the room you get at Lux more you as well. No pressure. We can do it in stages so you're not too overwhelmed, but these are some ideas I now have for you if that's alright." Then, he guides, Nathaniel to walk with him to Johnny's side and - one hand on either shoulder - the trio of them disappear in a whirl of black and end up in the Penthouse above Lux. "Ah. Home sweet home... one of them anyway."