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Lucifer	Last night's date went extremely well. Dinner and drinks, a drive around New York and then back home in bed? What more could Lucifer have asked for? When the night wound down and both he and Sinister contemplated eyeballs it was likely all while tangled up together beneath the sheets and just being close to one another again. There's never any real telling how long Lucifer 'sleeps', aside from when he closes his eyes it's dark and when they open again it's light. A glare is given to the windows and then he takes a moment to assess the bed. Is there still someone there? Are they still tangled up together? He almost doesn't want to open his eyes and find out the truth regardless of what he thinks he feels while remaining completely still.
Sinister	Well, the bed is warm. It's got weight in it -- catalogue of body parts, hands, feet, legs, arms, torso, head.... and there's weight that doesn't account for body parts. For one, there's an extra head, leg and arm in this equasion, which may take a moment to process in the moments of former eyelid contemplation. The weight of a head on his shoulder, a leg over his own, an arm across his midriff and a slow, deep breath taken as animation returns to these foreign parts.     "Mmmmmnnnnnnnnn," goes from a noise to a yawning tension and a press against the side, a clutch sheets and then a lazy stirring of fingertips and eyelids. Sinister cracks open an eye, red as ruby against the porcelain white and smiles lazily. His hair is atrociously bedheaded, but it's short enough now that it just looks creatively and slightly madly touselled. "Morning, you."
Lucifer	A sharp inhale of breath is taken as his eyes open to finally take in the world. The world that's laying right there with legs crossed and head on shoulder. Lucifer turns his head a bit to kiss the side of Nathaniel's own before giving it a soft nuzzle. "Morning you." Returning the sentiment, and not moving any further than to just give a liiiiitle stretch before clearing his throat. "Should I go make us coffee? Breakfast? Or should we not move for like...another ten hours..." Though he chuckles and shakes his head. "Actually, continuing from a bit of revelations last night. I think we should talk about a couple of things. One being your actuality of moving back in and the other of..." He pauses to contemplate. "I want to know if you mind being present when I talk to Vlad about him possibly moving in as well? I think that will help him realize it's something we've both talked about and agreed to...or...something. I can't think of the way to explain it properly."
Sinister	Sinister's smile can be felt as the kiss lands, movement against lips. A nuzzle is given with the bridge of nose against the devil's jaw before a bit of a reshuffle occurs to get his head comfortable on his living pillow once again, a kiss planted on pectoral muscles as a salutation to the morning. "Frankly, I don't want to move or at least another little while. This is /exactly/...." he punctuates this with another kiss "...where I want to be. Where I'm meant to be, even." He tucks his hand in against Lucifer's side and stills there, listening to the words that get hashed out, albeit awkwardly. "You want me to be there to rubber stamp the approval of this harem arrangement/menage a trois kind of dealio, to add legitimacy to it. I get that. And certainly. I think. We've come a long way in our ability to all be in the same room and not get weird, which I say is definitely progress." He chuckles voicelessly at this, leaving the other significant part of the things to talk about unsaid for the moment, in order to give it due process. "The actuality of me moving back in. That sounds almost like a legal term, doesn't it? The actuality. Read all the fine print. Bodily fluids required for signing."
Lucifer	"Mmn...alright. No moving. I can handle that." Lucifer offers with a chuckle as Nathaniel goes on about how Lucifer wants him there to sign, seal, deliver the approval of...whatever this is. "Yes. That is definitely progress and I feel will only get better with time spent together." When the topic shifts to the actuality of Nathaniel moving in and he compares it to legal terms, fine print, and sign in bodily fluids, Lucifer laughs. "Oh you. I only make the people I despise sign contracts in blood..." He says this as a tease. "What I more meant is...making it a truth? Making it happen? At some point you'll need to actually move back in you know..."
Sinister	Sinister snorts softly, but grins with it, lifting his head up off of Lucifer's chest in order to squint at the air space just in the middle of the bedroom floor. Ozone crackles, a ring of electricity and one of those bio-steel tentacles unfurls inward and neatly sets a singular suitcase in the middle of the floor, before it clicks open. What's inside? Comb, brush, toiletry products all of which float out and zip off to where they belong, before the suitcase (it's a samsonite in electric blue, by the by) is withdrawn again into the portal by the helpful tentacular extendy-arm. "There. Moved back in. With the exception of the wardrobe, which never went anywhere. It confuses me, so I left it here." Settling back down, he grins, then stretches, one arm up and trembling, like he's reaching for enlightenment with splayed fingers, then he rolls onto his back and occupies WAY too much space. "I imagine blood-signed contracts are a tad rare anyway, despite all the myth and folklore. From what I gathered from Constantine, blood magic is a bit dodgy." He looks down at his toes, then up at the ceiling, and lastly rolls his head to look to his companion once again. "Oh! I should..." concentrating again, this time a larger ring of ozone opens in the main room and from the 'thud' something heavier got set down in there. "...move in the lodger."
Lucifer	"Oh I see. Just take the toiletries and run? So long as your hair can look on point..." At which Lucifer reaches to tossle Nathaniel's hair a bit more. "Well that surely took less effort than I thought it would, and I didn't even think it would take too much..." Knowing that the man likely would have help such as he did, the fact that only a handful of items needed to be back for him to be moved in, well.. Regardless. Lucifer leans and kisses gently once, "Welcome home." Then kisses again. Though there is a moment where he finally breaks and shifts to sit up a bit. Mostly because that thud was heavy sounding and he's now curious as to what the hell just got put into his room. What could 'the lodger' actually be?
Sinister	Curious minds, curious minds! Well, he'd have to actually get up, or do a quick port-poof out there and back again, to find out for sure and certain. "Well, I make my own clothing, with only rare exceptions where I just want something exceptionally fine made by someone else's hand. Walking through the world naked as a jaybird essentially, is terribly scandalous, I think." Sinister murmurs, but after the kisses were done, he side-eyes the devil sitting up a bit to get all cat-with-something-interesting. He follows the invisible line of sight with a glance out, then back to Lucifer. "If you really want to know..." he murmurs, extending a hand in the direction of the hallway and turning his wrist face up. He flicks it, like he were moving something vertical from horizontal then beckons with a fingertip. A glass-like coffin floats into the archway of the bedroom, the inside laid out like a comfortable bed with a sleeping Vlad the Impaler lying in state within. Or rather, standing in state, eyes closed, arms folded loose over his chest. He looks very wrong though, in that he is dressed in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, which just... makes the mind boggle.
Lucifer	"And there is a wardrobe filled with things that you might decide to wear. Though I think most of it came from that day where you went a little wonky outside a clothing shop? With mud people?" Lucifer tries to remember the details he was given but comes up a little short perhaps. Then he's being curious about the other item that was brought into the penthouse and soon is taking in a glass coffin with a very familiar face. "Ah. Yes. The clone that your promised Vlad you would put together for him. He looks very odd wearing just a t-shirt and sweatpants. Almost...normal..." And Vlad is anything but. Normal that is. "Mmn...so nothing on the agenda for today?"
Sinister	"Nothing I can't take care of elsewhere," Sinister replies, looking over at the clone and tilting his head. He sits up then, glancing at himself for a moment, before willing a smoking jacket and silk pants into existence and with a sigh, sitting up at the side of the bed, beside Lucifer. "It really does maximize my efficiency, to be able to operate in multiple minds at once. I have my limits though," he knows this for a fact. Has experienced it, when he had a bit of a psychological meltdown. "ALthough that limitation might not be scientifically accurate; I was operating five of me at once, plus exerting microcellular telekinesis on a sample of your DNA, which is incredibly taxing to do. You have to be exceptionally precise, whilst exerting fundamental will upon the sample at the same time. A little too much and you pull apart the whole chain of gene sequences." So that's how he did it. Now we know. "But yes. The first time I drank from you, the results were a bit trippy. Mud people, shoe obsessions, obsessions in general, my OCD went ballistic."
Lucifer	Ah, so they're getting up now? Lucifer watches Nathaniel for a moment as he dresses himself, and then slowly gets himself out of bed. He'll walk to his closet and settle on jeans and a tee shirt. Acid washed denim, the tee shirt reads 'I can Explain it to you but I can't Understand it for you', and he puts on socks. It's getting colder outside which makes the floors cold and that can be a little uncomfortable to someone who walks hot. "Well, at least that let you know your limits, and that you could do all of that and still extrapolate celestial DNA. You are an amazement to behold, my love..." This and then he comes back to bed to sit next to Nathaniel again, offering the man a kiss and a smile. "Mmn...I'll need to shutter all the windows if we're going to call Vlad here this morning to talk..."
Sinister	Sinister reaches into thin air, brings palms together and pulls them apart, making a holographic tablet. "All the blinds?" he asks, toggling the buttons that have no actual contact -- one by one, the blinds descend and turn to exclude the light. "I upgraded..." he murmurs, with a clearing of his throat, dismissing the tablet. "But... eh, yes, I suppose we're up. Well, you started it. Sort of. You sat up." He teases, brushing his hands through his hair afterwards with an almighty yawn and stretch, smacking lips. "You have some of that coffee, right? The proprietary blend you created? Why don't you make it whilst I call him..." palming one of Dracula's coins which at some point was cleverly slid into the pocket of his jeans as if it had /always/ been there and elder vampires hadn't just had this moment where they thought they had but dreamed it. Ahem! He focuses on it, holding it up to his eye as if looking through it to a far distance. "Interesting. This isn't psychometric, but there's a telepathic link to it. How unusual."
Dracula	Unless one would happen to wish to witness the ashification of a vampire, then it is a prudent course of action to close the blinds. The sunlight is a harsh (and painful) thing for even a vampire of Vlad's particular lineage and standing. It doesn't kill him, but it's likely something that's guaranteed to make him angrier than a swarm of bees that've had their nest destroyed. And it also makes him -hungry-. Visually, the coins which both Lucifer and Sinister are in possession of look exactly alike. There is nary a difference in their appearance either in what's stamped upon them nor their thickness or any other physical aspect of them. And they are as black as midnight. There is no earthly distance at which the coin ceases to function in the manner that Dracula had bespelled it. As there comes the familiar tugging sensation from one of the coins, Vlad stops fast in his tracks. Which, given that he's in the form of a massive grey wolf, imposing and huge, a form that seems as though it has been plucked from some long-lost age, is entirely accurate. A muscle of one of his shoulders twitches slightly, and he takes a long moment to look down the thickly forested trail that he was following. He growls, his lips peeling back briefly as he allows his quarry the respite of escape, and then he chuffs a breath though his nose before he tilts his head to one side to focus on that particular coin. Oh, he knows that coin. He knows each and every one of them. But that one hasn't summoned him before. He gives himself a brief shake, takes a step and then a bound into shadows that swallow the form of him. And within the penthouse, there's a swirling mass of shadows that appears a touch suddenly. There is a momentary roiling of them before they seem to jaggedly split and sunder to allow the beast to step from within their ebon folds.
Lucifer	"All the blinds. We can use natural lighting. And the fireplace." Lucifer offers with a smirk. "Yes, I sat up because I heard a noise. For some reason I thought you had placed the lodger in the bedroom. Then, because of my curiosity, you showed it to me anyway." He grins. "So really, who is to blame?" Then he shrugs, obviously being jovial about it, and then gives a nod. "Yes. I can make some of that proprietary coffee...absolutely." And with a proffered kiss, Lucifer makes his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to put the kettle on and begin to prepare three cups of said coffee. The shadows are felt before anything else is seen or heard but when the beast thunks into the living room of the Penthouse, Lucifer turns with brow raised. Can he tell that the wolf is actually Vlad? It's likely...but he's still going to have some fun with it. "Uhm... love... are you sure you summoned Vlad and not Fenrir? Cause a wolf just landed in our living room..."
Sinister	"Well, I know what we'll do, we'll blame the cat." That they don't have. Still Sinister chuckles, then rolls to his feet as he feels... well, it's something. Like the approach of a mind at the speed of a bullet, nevertheless it takes it a little time to manifest into the folding in of shadows and arrival of... Well. He's stepped into the living room, around the glass coffin that stands upright by the bedroom archway. "Looks more like one of Odin's wolves, honestly. Fenrir by all accounts is a tiddly bit bigger." He considers, his head on one side, then indicates the kitchen with a point of a finger and the far end of the living room near the bedroom with the other at the glass coffin. "There's coffee and coffin. Both of which may be relevant," his smoking jacket hangs open, a whole lot of white skin on display, but he's wearing black silk pants. No shoes or socks, he doesn't run hot after all. The coffin ups and floats over, displaying the truest likeness of Dracula within it, except fast asleep with arms loosely crossed over his chest and dressed of all things in sweat pants and a T-shirt. "I probably should have done armour and a wolfskin cloak, but I worked with what I had at hand. I'll need to establish a link between you and it, then it can lie here in the safe room being a handy dandy back-up plan."
Dracula	There is a moment in which the grey wolf does naught greater than drawing in a breath, his nose sifting scents into their constituent parts. Identifying them and perhaps filing them away. His sense of smell is even greater as he is now than when he stands on two feet. He steps forward, moving softly and easily, with a predatory sort of grace to his movements. His crimson gaze flicks briefly in Lucifer's direction, but then returns to the one who had thus summoned him. Returns to Sinister. There is a breath that's chuffed through his nose, a sound that seems more amused then anything else that the comparison of his current form to that of either Odin's wolves or the mighty Fenrir himself. The suggestion of both coffee and coffin each seem to earn his attention, and there's a ear that turns in either direction. Decisions! He considers them for a moment, then gives himself a brief shake that goes from head to tail. Shadows skitter around about the form of him, seeming somehow to condense it almost. They grow thicker and darker for a moment before they dissipate of a sudden, and this time it's to reveal Vlad in human form. His black hair is shorter than oft it is, layered and with a bit of curl to it. He's wearing a loose fit and partially unbuttoned black silk shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black boots. And perhaps not surprisingly, it is the coffin -- and its contents -- that earns his dark gaze, which has settled to black with crimson cores a-flickering. "'Tis quite like looking upon one's reflection. Save for the clothing, which is a trifle and not the important part, besides," Vlad says softly. His gaze passes from top to bottom and back again of the be-coffined form of himself. "It is a strange thing to look upon one's self in such a way. I must admit that I was surprised when I felt your summons, Nathaniel... and this, I was not expecting this. It is a most excellent piece of craftsmanship."
Lucifer	"Blame the cat that doesn't exist for a fault that isn't necessary which caused the likes of us to rise from bed?" Lucifer inquires. "Perfect." This and then he's in the kitchen making coffee, and while the coffee is brewing, steeping really, he's come face to face with a wolf. A wolf he knows is Vlad but he has a little fun with it. A tilt of his head one way and then the other when Nathaniel appears and likens the wolf to Odin's own, there's a chuckle from the Devil. "If Odin is sending his wolf to me, then I would actually be legit terrified. The ravens I can deal with. The wolf?" He shudders. Then Vlad the Wolf becomes Vlad the Vampire - on two feet and not four. Dressed simply and with shorter hair - a change which causes Lucifer to grin. "I said it was quite uncanny and then questioned the dress. To be fair, Nathaniel worked hard and it doesn't really matter, but I don't think you'd look so well in just a tee shirt and sweat pants. It's just not you." Then he turns back because the coffee is nearing it's completion and he begins to pour three cups. "Yes. Color me surprised when Nathaniel offered to be the one to summon you while I make coffee... It's one of those little quirks I love about him."
Sinister	"Thank you," Sinister replies, then smiles with some spark of enthusiasm. "Actually, it was my studies into myself when a vampire, that allowed it to be successful. This was grown from your cheek cells, but not in the standard manner of a cloning process -- I had to differentiate the cellular matrix, revert it to stem, then cultivate a new you in an embryonic state, /without/ insertion into a sterilized ovum. I literally had to grow you in a vat of blood, as dead tissue does not actually regenerate in the same way. But the cell didn't know it wasn't supposed to be you, so now, a little longer than anticipated, but nevertheless successful, you literally have a second body that is you, not just a clone. But there's no mind in it, as the brain is dormant and has no experience -- I will have to link your mind to this, so if and when your body is destroyed, your mind will automatically be able to find this housing from the astral plane and re-inhabit." Which is the scientific way of saying the mystical reconstitution. Apparently, there's some actual scientific mojo that accounts for a level of dust becoming a vampire when blood is poured onto it in sufficient volume. A bit of that DNA persists, like a virus. He gestures then to the kitchen. "He'll want a kiss, a cuddle and a thorough something or other, not sure what. But the coffee is quite pleasant. Also, he wants to talk to you about something, which has my blessing. I'm here for moral support and extraneous clone explanations. By the by, I like post-modern Tepes. That suits you."
Dracula	"There might be a cat. It is like Schroedinger, yes? There both might and might not be a cat until it is proven that either or neither is the case," Vlad comments, sounding a trifle amused. He looks to Lucifer and chuckles softly before lifting a hand to lightly pull his fingers through his shorter hair. "I feel as though the terror that my forms might inflict has been defanged when I appear privately amongst the two of you," he comments, a touch of amusement lurking within the words. Perhaps he'll have to do some practicing amongst the sheeply humans. "Manners maketh man, not clothes. Clothes are a simple thing to alter and change. Although clothes to lend a certain something to image and presence," he muses, giving a small nod at that. "The true craftsmanship is the body that the clothes garb," he says, taking a moment to look it over once more. He seems quite pleased. His gaze turns to Sinister even as Lucifer is speaking of him, and he gives a small nod. "It was a most pleasant surprise," he says softly. To have been summoned by Nathaniel, he means. Then he tilts his head a touch to one side, listening attentively and unblinkingly so. "I did not realize that turning you would have such a result. That is a most pleasing turn of events. Oddly, it does not surprise me that it had to be done within a vat of blood, given my nature. It seems oddly fitting, in fact. It may have taken longer than what you had anticipated, my dear Nathaniel, but it was a much shorter time than what I had suspected for the process to take," he says, half bowing to Nathaniel. His gaze turns to the body in the coffin, and he gives a nod. "Of course. I am not entirely sure what is required to accomplish the linking of my mind to the body, but whatever must be done, I assure you that I am willing and looking forward to it," he says. Looking forward to the linking, not the needing to make use of it. He steps towards Nathaniel and, if the other man is willing, he will place a kiss to one of his cheeks. "Thank you, Nathaniel. Your efforts on my behalf do not go unnoticed, and I appreciate them all," he says softly. His attention turns to Lucifer, in the kitchen, his gaze following the devil. "It seems quite likely that all such things can be rather thoroughly arranged," he says softly, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. He steps lightly, quietly, over to Lucifer, slipping an arm around him and leaning a touch against him. "I might need a detail or three about that thorough something or other," he comments, a touch of amusement to his voice. His attention turns back to Nathaniel, and one of his eyebrows quirks up before he looks over himself, briefly, before looking back to him. "Thank you, Nathaniel. I may, perhaps, indulge in it somewhat more oft."
Lucifer	Lucifer is busy with finishing up the coffee, and lets Nathaniel and Vlad have their conversation about the clone of Vlad. The science behind it and how Nathaniel managed to bring it to fruition. Meanwhile, he soon floats a cup over and towards Nathaniel at about the time that Vlad comes to slip an arm around him. "I assure you, I do not know what thorough something or other that man is talking about." He offers with a smirk. "There is, however, yes something that I wish to talk to you about. Grab a cup of coffee and we can sit and chat by the fire in the sitting room." Then he pauses and smirks. "Unless you and Nathaniel wish to go play clone mind linking first." Stalling? Lucifer? Of course not!
Sinister	"Oh, there's a cat," Sinister says with a nod, firm on that point. Why? Well. He bows his head, spreads arms wide, like the hanging of Jesus and then there is a swell of shape, muscle manifesting, twisting his form as he lets out a gutteral sound, falls forward to all fours and grows all in all about five times his bodymass, gets a hell of a lot of fur, black though because we have a theme, tiger-striped, a small lynx-like tail and SERIOUS sabre teeth, easily two foot long. Amusing though it might be, the floating coffee is caught and redirected toward a coffee table. <<Cat.>> The thought is amused, as the mastodon shakes itself all over. <<I do love the science museum and samples found frozen in the permafrost of Siberia. I can do Mammoths and wooly rhinos too. I'm small for a mammoth.>> There's a yawn, and the sabre tooth pads to the kitchen, rubs his head upon Devil and his Vampire lord both, then goes to the couch to hop onto it and park himself to lick a forepaw. A very large forepaw. You could ride him like that. <<That reminds me, I am fairly certain that a fun little vacation to the savage lands might be interesting for both of you.>> Luminous eyes look up and a purring rumble escapes him. <<Meanwhile, I'll be the fur rug by the fireside.>> Pause, beat. <<Lucifer, quit beating about the bush. If things go well, I shall have plenty of time to seal that deal.>>
Dracula	The elder vampire turns his gaze towards the coffee, and he reaches out to claim a mug of it. He lifts it, breathing in the scent of it before he takes a sip of it, savouring the flavour of it. "I suspect that he may have plucked that notion from somewhere within your mind," he comments, sounding a touch amused. He keeps an arm around Lucifer, leaning a touch against him, and then he gives a small nod. "I am always willing to speak with you about anything and everything," he says softly, inclining his head slightly towards him. "The sitting room and a fire await," he adds, lifting his coffee mug to gesture minutely in that direction. His gaze turns then to Sinister, and he raises an eyebrow slightly as he tilts his head a touch to one side. "There is always the potential for there to be a cat of any number of stripes when you are present, Nathaniel," he comments, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. "You have a freedom of form that is a touch envious, if I must admit," he adds, his eyes showing a spark within them. He has limited forms, although he does earn the benefit of one more when he feeds from Sinister. He slips his arm from around Lucifer in order to bring his hand to lightly stroke his fingers over Sinister's head in a fond fashion, scritching one of the ears. "It might, indeed, be interesting. Which reminds me, Nathaniel... I wish to extend to you an invitation to visit my Keep, when or if it might suit your fancy," he says softly, giving a small nod. "There will be plenty of time and opportunity for linking the clone to my mind. I am not intending on being in any danger in the relative near future." His attention shifts back to Lucifer, and he tilts his head to one side before he chuckles softly. "Speak to me of what is on your mind, Lucifer," he says softly, a smile turning at the corners of his lips and curiosity in his voice.
Lucifer	If Lucifer could, he would sort of glare, but Nathaniel has a point even as he prowls over to the couch to lie down and lick a paw. He does shift his gaze to Vlad once the man has tasted the coffee. It's a special blend that Lucifer has come up with, a special mixture of Turkish Dark and French Blonde which brings about a full tasting yet mild blend. He listens as Vlad offers Nathaniel a chance to visit the Keep and that actually makes him smile a little before he's sort of put on the spot. Mentally by Nathaniel in his mind and Vlad wishing for Lucifer to speak such to light. "I'll keep it brief. We've talked, we've weighed, measured and contemplated. How would you feel about moving into the Penthouse with myself and Nathaniel? Accomodations made, obviously, to suit your need for lacking sunlight. The safe room is here. Blood on tap as well as..." He taps his own neck with a grin, "Readily available. You mentioned moving your Keep. Why not keep your Keep where it is and just... move yourself. Here. With us?"
Sinister	Sinister lifted his head to the scritch at his ear, rubbing scent markers upon Lucifer's .... .... .... upper torso area, and clean across Vlad's chest. He then did indeed pad back to lounge upon the couch and lick paw, as was previously stated. At the feeling of put-upon from Lucifer, he simply looks that way, then goes back to licking his paw and inner foreleg. <<I would be delighted to visit your keep, Vlad. I suspect I am going to be thoroughly confounded by it, but I do love trying to understand things. <<As to my freedom of form, there's a story there and perhaps it would explain why you can shift more freely when you feed from me. One day I might tell it.>> He looks up and over at the pair, a long, deep rumble escaping his throat and apparently there will be no immediate shift back to a human mein. <<I have a singular advantage over both of you, in that I can be in multiple places at the same time and accomplish things. I would be quite willing to help in the endeavor of moving your keep, if I can, in order that you might be here, but also close by if you need your personal space, a thing that I do not require as I can get it daily without leaving here... if you agree, Vladislav Tepes, Dracul... you will make the devil a very happy individual. And I will get more time to poke your experiences with my brain also, which I consider a win-win. The bed is a California King. Even when we spread out like madmen, there's still an entire person of space to occupy. It would make him happy. And I think you do too.>> The extinct sabre tooth tiger looks up, licks his chops and aruuuuuuuffs. <<I will not be offering my neck as often though. That is a fundamental to your and Lucifer's relationship and I would be intruding. But welcome to Satan's harem. Apparently, he has a taste for the villainous.>>
Dracula	The coffee seems to meet with Vlad's approval. He takes another sip of it, savouring the flavour anew. "Your blend of coffee is quite well selected. It has most pleasing notes in it," he says softly, giving a small nod. He keeps the mug in hand, shifting his position before turning and neatly hopping up to sit atop of the counter. Lifting his free hand, he lightly pulls his fingers through his hair, his gaze watching Lucifer whilst he listens attentively. One of his eyebrows quirks up when Lucifer mentions keeping it brief, and he inclines his head towards the man. Watching steadfastly and listening. He blinks, then, at the suggestion, surprised by it, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. This is an unexpected offer, a thing he perhaps hadn't even considered as being a possibility. And there is perhaps a moment in which the offer has left him bereft of words. He looks over to Sinister to study him for a moment before his gaze shifts back to Lucifer. "I... this is unexpected," Vlad says softly. He's quiet a moment, looking from one to the other of them again. "I have been considering to move the Keep, to bring it here. Or closer to here. There is the safe room ready and near, if it proves to be needed," he says in a thoughtful tone. Subduing him to get him into it might prove to be the challenging part, but he seems willing to test it. His gaze turns to Sinister, and he gives a nod. "I would be honoured to have you as a guest at the Keep," he says, inclining his head towards the mastodon. The he gives a soft chuckle. "I am curious to see what in the Keep might confound you, and I welcome you to investigate things as you see fit to do," he adds, giving a small nod. He tilts his head a bit to one side, considering that mention of a story, and he gives a nod. "If and when you wish to tell such a story, I will be willing to listen to it," he offers. Ad though he doesn't need to take a breath, he draws in a deep breath as he considers it further, and he gives a nod. "I appreciate the offer of assistance in the process of moving the keep. It is an extensive process, when it is undertaken," he muses. He lifts the mug of coffee, taking a drink of it whilst weighing the information that they each have given him. He lifts his free hand, making a slight gesture. "If I find myself in need of personal space, which may well be a thing that comes to occur by times, then the Keep is but a thought and a breath of magic away. I have been something of a solitary creature for some decades," he comments, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. He looks to Sinister, and then to Lucifer, once more studying each of them. "I would not pressure either of you to be a meal to me, to allow me to feed from you. As it is now is as it would continue to be, at your own choice and discretion. Given such a most generous offer, and the effects of it... and that my presence seems as though it would not be an intrusion... it seems nigh foolish to continue to consider the notion to move the Keep," Vlad says, giving a small nod. "I shall agree, and I shall move myself to here instead," he adds, a smile turning his lips and even coming to refect within his dark eyes.
Lucifer	"I've been trying various coffee types, blended together in combinations none have really tried yet. This particular one, which seems to be a growing favorite." Lucifer offers after a moment, before things get down to actual reasons why a Vlad was summoned. Nathaniel still rests on the couch, and has sort of nudged Lucifer in the direction to stop holding back and just ask Vlad what he wants to ask. Then there was waiting for Vlad's answer and when it comes, Lucifer smiles. "Splendid! I am... really pleased to hear that." The growing harem of Lucifer Morningstar, who would have thought? Not Lucifer himself if someone told him he would be shacking up with two rather dubious and clever villains the world has ever seen. "We can get into the details later. I'll need to make sure certain windows are shaded in such a way the sun will never harm you. Likely other measures we might need to discuss as far as items needed to be present here that mimic your Keep for survival reasons." Then Lucifer smiles and eyes the couch where Nathaniel-cat lounges. A sip of coffee taken and then he walks over to the couch itself, reaching a hand out to scritch behind ears. "Who's a good saber kitty?"
Sinister	Sinister's jaw rests just at the edge of the couch, those long teeth therefore hooked over the seat cushions. His ears flatten backwards, eyes lulling to half mast as he waits on decisions, chin on paws. There was one eye opening a little wider to aim slitted pupil at the coffee he was served -- a thought and a snake of it is floating to his waiting yawn, landing to be swallowed. And then replies occur and he rumbles in soft satisfaction. <<You'll have to install a tray beneath the bed, to be filled with earth, methinks. Because that's the only work-around that isn't going to mean we're dirty every morning.>> The cat makes a sound like a chuckle, then stills to the tune of an ear being scritched. <<Mrowr?>> another chuckle sound and he closes his eyes again, apparently content to seem as if he's napping. <<We will also have to figure out the Sock-on-the-door code. I suppose for me, just thinking 'not now' loud and clear would be a good suggestion.>>
Dracula	"Most seem to content themselves with the grounds of this bean or that bean on their own rather than picking and choosing to create a blend that is thus uniquely theirs," Vlad says, a thoughtful note to his voice. He remains where he's settled, sitting atop of the counter in the kitchen and appearing entirely comfortable there with a mug of coffee in one of his hands. He inclines his head towards Lucifer, his dark eyes yet beholden of a spark of light within them. "I must admit that it pleases me to give such an answer as well," he says. He crosses his legs at the ankle and perhaps a touch oddly, seems to appear a bit more at home than what he had some moments ago. "There are details to be cast, but such things can be hashed out later," Vlad agrees, giving a small nod. He looks towards Sinister for a moment and then back to Lucifer before he gives a nod. "The windows need not always be shaded. And you both ought not be bereft of the sunlight when you wish it or when I am not present. Given my penchant for arriving unexpectedly, perhaps I ought research the option of some manner of barrier that might detect it or forewarn of the presence of it before I manifest," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice. One of his eyebrows quirks up at Nathaniel's suggestion, and he lifts his coffee mug towards the fellow to acknowledge what was said. "There is that, as well. There would be consequences, without the presence of the soil, and it would not be a fair thing to impose such upon the pair of you," he adds. He chuckles softly at the notion of a sock-on-the-door code. "Your coins, my dears. When the timing is not conducive for me to appear, then simply stack them one atop of the other and I will not come," he offers, a smile curling at the corners of his lips.
Lucifer	Most details will be hashed out later, yes, but some that could be consdered fairly important come up now. Like the soil under the bed mechanism, and the need or non-need of shading the windows. He thinks on things for a moment and then nods his head. "Easily workable so that such accomodations can be made, yes." He offers, still scritching behind saber ears while sipping from coffee held in his other hand. A glance to see how Vlad is just sitting on the counter in the kitchen all casual with his ankles crossed - looking like he's lived here this whole time and not just accepted an offer to move in. "Several precautions can be taken so no one intrudes on any private time. And some private times can be taken elsewhere. We each have our own special places aside from the bedroom here. And we know we can all comfortably sleep in the bed in the bedroom - together - when we're just...contemplating eyelids and such." He smiles then. "I suppose the next big question is how soon can we get everything done that absolutely needs to be done so you can start living here, Vlad." A pause. "I assume the soil thing is a must, yes? Anything else?"
Sinister	Sinister yawns again and flicks his ear to announce a quiet little stop-it to Lucifer. He gets up again from the couch and easily goes to the floor, padding toward the wall-to-ceiling windows to look up at them and the sheer volume of light that is let in, during the night and during the day as a result. He contemplates with his head on one side for a few moments, then with pops, crackles, rearing up and subsumation of muscle mass, the man is standing there instead, reaching hands out to either side of the window joints, examining the seams. Then red eyes crystalize and become multifaceted; a eerily pretty peacock affair of colour spectrums in their core, a little like a praying mantis, but not entirely accurate to that. There's more of an inner glow to them. "Polymerization and polarization of the outside layer, possibly by a nanotech application ought to work..." he muses to himself, looking up and around with his strange eyes. He looks over slowly at Lucifer, squints eyes almost entirely shut for some reason, then across to Vlad. There his eyes open again a little further. He looks between the vampire and the windows back and forth a few times then, the facets of his eyes changing colour a couple of times as he does so, violet deepening, electric blue next, red... "There is a slight problem with the coin operation there, if you're here, you can't appear, can you? There is no come, if you're already here..." he chuckles softly. "But it's fine... what Lucifer said..." and back to the windows, squinting up again.
Dracula	"I find myself to be most appreciative of what you are both willing to subject yourselves to and modify for my benefit," Vlad says, the words offered in a sincere tone of voice. Some aspects of the modifications are a trifle more challenging than others, and he doesn't want to make either of them feel as though they are put upon by such changes. He lifts the mug of coffee to take a sip of it, savouring the pleasing flavour of it. "There are options that can be explored, where private times are concerned," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. He gives a soft chuckle -- 'contemplating eyelids' seems to grant him some amusement. He softly clears his throat, and then he inclines his head towards Lucifer, his gaze upon the devil. "Aye, the soil is a must and the most pressing one. There are unpleasant consequences should such a thing be overlooked," he comments. Unpleasant for him to live through and likely unpleasant for anyone in his company as well. "The sunlight is less so whilst still being necessary," he adds. His attention turns to Sinister as the feline becomes human once more, and he raises an eyebrow slightly. "The array of alterations that you are able to make to yourself is truly extraordinary, Nathaniel," he says softly, sounding impressed by it. "What spectrums do you see in, with such eyes?" he asks, curiosity laced within the words. His scientific knowledge is less complete than what Sinister's is. And though he can see in different ranges as well, he suspects that Sinister's options are much more vast than his own where that is concerned. He quirks a smile and inclines his head towards Nathaniel at the issue with the coins. "This is a true thing, however if I happen to be present then I would suspect that I may hear what is afoot and thus not intrude myself into it," he says.
Lucifer	At that quiet little notion of stop-it from Nathaniel, Lucifer does just that. He pulls his hand back to stop scritching the saber. He then watches as Nathaniel becomes a man once again. Though he also does things with his eyes, seems to take measurements of all sorts and talks out loud in his voice-to-memory sort of way he has. Really, it's fascinating watching the man work, and as he does, Lucifer shifts from being next to the couch back into the kitchen so he can stand next to Vlad. A subtle shift to lean against the man in so many ways. "It really is no big deal. It's more second nature than anything. If you're going to be living here, things need to be adjusted. We can surely make those adjustments." He offers this and tuen turns his head to kiss Vlad's cheek. A tilt of head as Vlad asks the questions that he usually would so he just lingers and waits for answers while also contemplating the soil under the bed mechanics.
Sinister	Sinister's eyes travel upward to the moon, though it cannot be seen in the afternoon. He still seems to know where it is. Half the penthouse is enshrined in shadow with the blinds drawn after all. "Infra red, ultra violet, green and blue spectrum light also and electromagnetic field, I can perceive all the flourescence. I'll compare it to seeing the reflected sunlight from the moon and work out how much needs to be refracted back so that we do not lose all light in the penthouse when you are around. Lucifer lives in the light, despite being lured to the darkness." He pauses "These eyes are those of a mantis shrimp, the most perceptive eyeballs in the animal kingdom -- so tiny, so very useful..." he muses that, closes eyes and when they open again, they're red once more. He strides over to the bedroom then, humming softly as he levitates the entire mattress of the bed to peer at the base box-spring affair. "Vlad, how close do you have to be to the soil, for it to work? Are you talking almost just beneath the sheets, or could we fill the box spring with it?"
Dracula	The vampire's dark gaze turns towards Lucifer, watching him approach, and a smile turns at the corners of his lips. He moves his mug of coffee easily from one hand to the other, and then he slips his newly free hand around Lucifer. He grants a gentle squeeze, his fingers lightly moving along Lucifer's side. "I will do as I can to help with the adjustments that must be made," he says softly. He leans in to kiss Lucifer's temple, the touch of his lips a touch cool, though not abnormally so. His gaze turns back to Nathaniel to unblinkingly watch the fellow. "That is quite fascinating," Vlad says, giving a small nod after the explanation has been given. "Aye, I would prefer that you both not be subjected to the darkness that I have grown accustomed to over the years. You both are deserving of the light and to feel its warm caress upon your skin," he says, looking from one to the other of them. He'll not plunge them into the darkness that he belongs to. One of his eyebrows quirks at the question regarding the soil, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. "In this situation, closer is likely to be better. I am not unwilling to be experimented upon, to test if there is a particular distance at which it would become intolerable. This is something that I have not had cause for doing, previously," he says, a thoughtful tone to his voice. "There is a possibility that simply filling the box spring would suffice yet it is plausible that may also have a spectacular point of failure."
Lucifer	Lucifer smiles gently at the kiss to his temple that Vlad offers, leaning in a bit more to nuzzle into the Vampire Lord's neck a bit. As Nathaniel and Vlad discuss the location of soil for the vampire, Lucifer seems to think on things. "Remind me why the soil is necessary? Does it have to be present all the time?" He asks this and then glances in the direction of where the 'safe room' is that harbours a coffin that was special delivered from Vlad so it has dirt within it already, as well as a Vlad clone in a glass coffin which Nathaniel is going to use to link Vlad to as well. There's a thought, then, as he looks around a moment and then moves to the fridge to begin pulling out some items as if he has intention to make breakfast. "Anyone have preference in the name of food?"
Sinister	"I wouldn't mind kippers," Sinister replies, absently. He glances at Vlad and Lucifer as the latter separates to go to the refridgerator and stares thereafter into space. His mouth forms a pert line of concentration and thought, head ticking oh-so-slight to the side as he considers solutions. Then, simply, he puts hands together and draws them apart to make one of his holographic tablets, pulling it at the corners until it's the right size. He paces as he works, designing by drawing through the air itself, adding three dimensions to the creation as he works. He's basically reinventing the mattress, with pockets within the double-sprung coils within, on the underside of the fabric. That is subsequently scrapped with a grimace and he brings up a polymer chain, expands it so he can look at each aspect in molecular detail and stares at it, rubbing at his chin and stroking goatee. A plant pot is shaken slightly by telekinesis and a handful of the dirt is floated over when it's loosened, hovering in the holographic matrix in the midst of the molecular structure. "Actually, better make it several kippers. I might be quite hungry in a while."
Dracula	Vlad turns his gaze back to Lucifer, and one of his eyebrows arches at the question. "Ah," he says softly, his tongue flicking out briefly to pass lightly over his lips. "It is necessary, my dear. I am restricted to a certain distance beyond my birthplace unless I sleep daily amongst soil that is of that country," he explains. He is quiet a long moment, taking a sip of the coffee. "If ever I were to be forcefully separated from both birthplace and kept from soil that is of my homeland then it causes a rather... powerful and physically painful desire to return to the place of my birth. The longer the separation lasts, the more feral I will become until there are but two thoughts left -- to feed and to return home," he offers, granting this additional information in a quieter tone. The soil from his homeland is already present here, he knows, and so at least that is easy enough to come by. "Whatever you happen to be in the mood for making, my dear," Vlad offers, a smile turning his lips. Food does little for him, alas, yet he does still eat it. His gaze turns towards Sinister, and he tilts his head faintly to one side as he watches the fellow set about problem solving. "Incorporating it into the actual mattress?" he wonders aloud, curiosity getting the better of him, and he seems impressed by the very notion of it.
Lucifer	"Nathaniel is certainly an amazing problem solver. Always several thoughts ahead of anyone I know, including myself. That and I think the link he and I share gives him an advantage to take anything I am thinking and bring it to light should he choose to do so." Lucifer offers with a sort of grin. "Not that these are bad things, of course. I'm just mentioning..." As if he fears that saying such things aloud would insult the man. That said in a sort of round about comment as he rummages through the fridge and manages to find - at Nathaniel's idle request - kippers. That is, herring which has been prepared in a certain way up to and including being cold smoked. He goes about to cook them in a lemon and herb mixture he's found to be quite palatable by the English-born Nathaniel. He also makes tea. "Poached eggs with it as well, Nathaniel or served on their own?" Asking this because he's learned a couple of traditional ways to serve them. They're not really usually a breakfast item but when his lover has a fancy for something he surely tries to oblige. A side eye given to Vlad then as he nods. "Well we surely do not wish you any sort of harm in any way, so we will work to make sure it does not happen." Offering that much more as he tosses the fish a few times during the cooking process.
Sinister	Sinister shakes his head absently to Vlad. "No, that would be too much separation between yourself and the soil, I suspect. Mystical mojo..." he exhales then lowers his hand from his chin, looking at his palm. The other hand is brought up also, both to be stared at, then the floating soil. He reaches both wrists into the floating particulates and slowly stirs, a look of supreme concentration on his face, as his skin blackens, looking more and more dirty until there is no floating soil left, only blackened skin up to the elbow. More concentration follows as he brings palms to forearms and strooooooookes flesh off of himself, shaping it and forming it into a pillowcase, black as the soil that he incorporated. It's examined, then off he goes, marching to the saferoom to claim some romanian soil to fiddle with. His voice hollows as he heads past the security lock, echos back to the other two men. "...But if I can incorporate soil into fabric, I can create a mattress cover out of myself. But I want to see if you can feel the soil through cotton polymer chain encapsulation..." he calls back. "At least this isn't redesigning the wheel, that would've been extremely taxing. Oh, a poached egg and some toast would be lovely. Maybe with marmalade? Or red currant jelly..." he returns once again, with a towel sized piece of fabric and looking a little pleased with himself, if also a little drained. "You flatter me, Morningstar. I am simply accustomed to having to account for chaos theorum and the inevitability of me forgetting to pack the one thing I might need but never knew I needed it. I've become quite adept at incorporating molecular biology and biochemistry into my daily reading." He hands the black towel to the air, floating it over to Vlad with a nod. "Let me know how it feels? On whatever... in depth level mystical connection occurs, whether it's right or wrong, that is."
Dracula	The mug of coffee is lifted, and Vlad finishes it off before he uses a breath of his magic to float it over and place it into the sink. He lifts his newly freed hand in order to lightly pull his fingers through his hair. He tussles the dark locks briefly, and then he lowers his hand to his lap as he turns to look to Sinister. "You are possessed of a most creative intelligence, Nathaniel," Vlad says softly, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. His gaze turns back to Lucifer, watching him as he starts to work on the preparations of food. "Two heads are perhaps better than one, hmm?" he suggests, sounding a touch amused. "It allows you to feed off or borrow from each other's thoughts in their raw form and without needing to rely on words to convey them," he muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. "Most interesting," he muses, giving a small nod. He looks over to Lucifer and inclines his head slightly towards him. "That is assuredly appreciated. I have experienced it a few times, and... it is safe to say that I would prefer to not end up going through it once more. It is unpleasant, and it has a similar side effect to when someone finds a means of ashing me. Once I am returned to my normal self," he says, pausing here to smirk a touch, "then I am beset with a furious vengeance aimed at the person who caused it." He brings his hands together within his lap, entwining his fingers there. He chuckles softly and looks to Sinister before giving a nod to him. "Mystical mojo, indeed," he comments, a smile curling at the corners of his lips. He watches Sinister's manipulations with the soil, his curiosity perked by what's being done. One of his eyebrows quirks up, studying him, and after a moment's worth of consideration, he gives a nod, his dark eyes showing a sparkle to them. "This is a most interesting idea, and I find it to be well worth testing the theory of it to see if it will work. I am quite intrigued," he says, sounding impressed. As the sample is floated over to him, he slips his right hand free of his left before lifting it to snag it from the air, his fingers lightly brushing the 'fabric', and he tilts his head a touch to one side as he studies it. "It feels right, at first inspection. Would you mind if I kept this overnight to see if there are effects come tomorrow?"
Lucifer	So in the middle of cooking herring - which is likely the appropriate time to do so any way - Lucifer gets ready to poach eggs. He's taken a liking to cooking, and has developed quite the knack for it. It was a little hobby that sort of blossomed when Nathaniel Essex got wind of such a thing and now Lucifer cooks for his lover fare. Would for Vlad too aside that the man doesn't have a taste for food any longer. He has other ways to feed the vampire anyway. Not that he wouldn't cook for Vlad, if the man ever asked him to. None the less. "We have both... do you want marmalade or red currant jelly? I believe the marmalade is an orange ginger." He offers back to Nathaniel in the midst of the exchange the man has with Vlad concerning fabrics made out of soil. That will be interesting indeed. Bread is popped into the toaster in order to toast, he'll make several pieces of those too - and also gets the tea steeping. Just playing house husband amid the preparations of making this home suitable for all it's occupants.
Sinister	"Of course. If it mitigates the effects of not sleeping on a full bed of soil, we'll know that it has an effect. An experiment to prove a theory, without undue harm caused, I feel." Sinister smiles, meeting eyes with the elder vampire then glances beyond him to the kitchen. "Oooh, ginger orange sounds fantastic, my love..." he calls, approaching Vlad to reach a hand toward the vampire's elbow. Very quietly, "...it is up to us to make this work for him. We may have to pull out all the stops to figure out how to cater to individual peculiarities. I trust we are both up to the task?" the red of his eyes flares slightly, borders on white for a moment, then settles back to its usual hue. "And I must also link you to the clone. If you wish, I can look into this link you have to your homeland, see if I can figure out the root of it. I know a thing about psychic bonds. Not just to people, but to places also. Objects even. I swear, one day I will master psychometry and precognition, but sadly, I've not had enough subjects to study. If you come across someone that has such a talent -do- let me know?" Stepping back, he inclines his head, then heads to the kitchen, making to lean against one of the archaic and enscribed pillars of the penthouse to watch, his arms loosely crossed over his chest. "By the by, I am famished. It smells positively smashing."
Dracula	While Lucifer enjoys the act of cooking, Vlad finds it pleasing to watch him cook. A smile turns at the corners of his lips, and he tilts his head faintly to one side as he does so. There is a notion or three that wanders through his brain as possibilities for the future and yet he voices none of them, choosing instead to keep them to himself. His gaze falls to the towel that he holds in one of his hands, and he shifts it somewhat, bringing his other hand to lightly brush his hand over it. He uses his fingers to scrunch it up and then to neatly fluff and flatten it out once again, getting a better feel for it himself. His gaze turns to Sinister, meeting that of the other fellow, and then he gives a small nod. "I will know come tomorrow if it serves the mythical necessities or not," he says softly, inclining his head towards him. "An experiment, indeed, and whether the result be good or bad it is at least a result, which is telling in and of itself," he says with a smile. One of his eyebrows quirks up as Sinister's hand comes to his elbow, and he tilts his head faintly to one side before he gives a nod of agreement. "I would be the first to admit that I have peculiarities. Significant ones. I assure you, I will do all that I can to make this work. I am of the belief that we are both up to this task," he says in a tone that is much quieter, one aimed specifically to Sinister's ears. "Aye, there is the link to be done, to the clone. I am not against you looking into the link that exists between myself and my homeland, it may yield some rather interesting information. I have never particularly beengiven a cause to prod into it, and I rather suspect that your knowledge of such things is greater than mine own," he says, a smile turning at the corners of his lips. Then he chuckles softly before he gives a nod, his dark eyes showing a sparkle to them. "Aye, it does smell quite delicious," he agrees.
Lucifer	Lucifer has no idea of the little secret side conversation Nathaniel and Vlad are having in regards to making things work for him. If he did know of it, he would likely feel extremely guilty for one thing or another, or everything combined. As it stands, his head is filled with how sleeping arrangements will work. Him in the middle with either lover on both sides? That seems the most practical. Other arrangements to adjust to those peculiarities will likely fall into place as they come about. Lucifer has his worries, but he's keeping them to himself for the moment. Wanting to trust that this will work and nothing will fall apart again. He's not sure he can take something falling apart again. Answers to food questions come and he smiles, soon floating a plate stacked with toast and both marmalade and red currant jam to the table. Followed by plates that are served with kipper seasoned with lemon and herb, and perfectly poached eggs. He'd of topped the eggs with a hollandaise, but that wouldn't go with the kipper. So a touch of flaky sea salt and a sprinkle of pepper is what tops the eggs. Finally, tea is placed on the table, along with cups for tea, lemon slices, cream and sugar. When it's all done, he turns and smiles to his two loves, a brightly beaming thing, and motions. "Well I'm glad you both enjoy how it smells, lets hope it tastes just as good. Bon appetit!"
Sinister	Sinister pushes off the pillar, eyes upon Lucifer, then the spread. He lingered most on the man, but then, there is the rubbing of palms and the smile for the offerings. "I am quite fortunate, I feel, that you enjoy this. I don't strictly need to eat, but it becomes boring after a while, simply reabsorbing potential energy expended and storing it. But it is fundamentally nice that all energy and building blocks of life are absorbed. Honestly, I'm rather lucky that I can combat nearly all poisons, because otherwise I would be ridiculously easy to terminate." He chuckles at that. Nearly all? Well, there are one or two things that have had an effect on him in the past, mostly because of what he's done to himself. Nature has rules - if you've made yourself into a fish, you do have to abide by things that fishes abide by, to an extent. Settling at the breakfast nook, he drapes a napkin over his lap and smiles again at what is on offer. "Sunday morning, the times being read, promise of an afternoon's research and the latest headlines... and the sea. The tricks of memory..." closing eyes, he tucks in. "This afternoon, I will pop off and study the moon reflection properties and see what my labs have at hand. If nothing else technological works, I am rather sure I have a sample or two that will work through a gestahlt and solve this issue. Here's to hoping that -all- the data is promising, eh?" he lifts his tea in toast and it might be observed, he really was famished.
Dracula	There are a number of reasons for Vlad to have a desire to make this particular arrangement work. And only one of them is the fact that he rather likes the sound of the arrangement to start with. The assorted alterations that are necessary to suit their individual pecularities will fall into place given time and a bit of effort, of that he has no doubt. He watches the plate of food float over to the table, and he can't help but to quirk a smile. "Perhaps I ought to take a look about the Keep's kitchen to see if there might be recipes of Wallachia that have been written down," he says softly, his dark eyes showing a sparkle to them. He lightly shifts his weight, hopping down to the floor of the kitchen. He might not eat food, but it would seem that he intends to join them at the table all the same. Vlad doesn't miss that 'nearly all' disclaimer to the notion of poisons, and one of his eyebrows quirks up a touch. It's a curious sort of thing, yet he doesn't ask after it -- he doesn't have a wish to harm Nathaniel, and rather the opposite. "It seems unusual, that not all of them would be able to be metabolized by some part of you, to neutralize their effect upon you," he says softly, a flicker of concern to his voice. He steps lightly over to the nook before drawing out a seat and settling to it. "It is a remarkable way to spend a day, and a pleasant one, at that," Vlad comments, a smile turning the corners of his lips. He reaches out to pour himself a mug of tea, which he lifts after a moment in assent to the toast Sinister offers. "I have hopes that the data will be promising, indeed. For every problem, there is a solution, it is but a matter of finding it," he says softly, inclining his head towards Nathaniel. "Perhaps it might need a solution that is in part technological and in part of magic," he muses.
Lucifer	"Ah, so I should re-make this sometime when we're at the cottage, hmm?" Lucifer quips with a teasing note to his voice as he sits at the other plate and begins to dig in as well. Herring is a distinct flavour, and especially these because of their fat content, rendered down and basted in seasoning. It's interesting, but tasty. He cuts into his poached egg to let the golden runny yolk pour out near the fish as well. "Seems like a busy afternoon for you then, Nathaniel, and I hope the data is promising as well." This is offered between bites, as he washes them down with tea and chooses red currant jam for his first piece of toast. A glance is given to Vlad who has joined them but is not eating - though there actually is a plate for him as well as a cup of tea if he wishes. "I must say though, the idea of trying to make fabric out of the soil is pretty genius. And I really hope it works cause that will be interesting." He offers this much more before continuing to munch on food.
Sinister	"I imagine that there are a number that have survived," the fat content is part of what satisfies as a breakfast food, to begin that day with ketosis. It worked in days gone by at any rate. Sinister takes one of the toast pieces to hop his poached egg onto and lets it be burst upon the surface, spreading the orange ginger for a tang to compliment the smokey sweet of egg and kipper. He however, glances up at Vlad, frowns faintly and continues with the task at hand. "Certain poisons work by targeting specific genome markers; they were created to annihilate a species. I am a chimera, there is enough human that I am not a mutant, but enough mutant that I am a mutate; whereas I can counter the human troubles, when the very thing that allows you to target such things is the thing being targeted, it can be problematic. I have beaten it every time I've encountered it, but I am aware that it exists. Also, for the record, intense concussive energy disrupts molecular bonds and sustained, I cannot retain my structural integrity. I literally get vibrated apart." THere is a nod then to the fabric solution, considering magic and science both. "I was hoping what might end up happening, is biology. I don't know though, it may be necessary. I want to avoid magic as much as I can, in the protection of this place unless I have to, simply because it attracts attention from the kind of inidividuals that make things awkward. If I can render this place safe without leaving a beacon on it to all beings mystical, I want to try that route. Better at hiding. I've done a lot of that in my life."
Dracula	One of his eyebrows quirks up a touch as he glances from one of the men to the other, and he lifts his cup to take a sip of the tea. Then he sets the cup to the table, a short distance from his plate. He deftly plucks up the fork which sits next to his plate, the knife being taken up a moment later so he can easily cut a bite of the poached egg. He gives a nod to Lucifer, in agreement of part of what's said. "'Tis quite an impressive notion, to be sure. Never would I have ever imagined that soil could be fashioned into a blanket," Vlad says, a thoughtful note to his voice. There are some things which he's simply accepted and followed the rules of. "It will be much cleaner and neater than sleeping upon loose soil, to be sure," he adds, a flicker of amusement to his voice. He inclines his head towards Sinister then, a smile turning his lips. "'Tis a possibility, to be sure. I have not had much cause to pay them much mind, yet I seem to recall that there is a book of them, albeit it may be written in Wallachian instead of English," he muses, giving a soft chuckle. He tilts his head a touch to one side at the explanation offered about poisons and their effects, as well as the impact of concussions. And he takes a moment to consider the knowledge before he gives a small nod. "It is always good to be aware of such things that might cause harm. If there is aught I might be able to do to perhaps assist in combatting such things, then I am willing to lend my magic and effort to it," he says softly, inclining his head towards Sinister. He eats a bit of the food whilst he listens to what is further shared, and one of his eyebrows quirks up slightly. "Magic does have a way of drawing attention, that is true. And it would be preferred to avoid such attention. Although that does lead me to wondering if my teleportation that I am fond of using to return here is one such thing that causes attention to be drawn here. I would not wish to draw anything unpleasant here, and I would prefer for this space to be as safe as what we three are able to make it," he says softly. "It is, perhaps, a matter of finding a means to disguise this space so that to others it feels no different than any other thing around it."
Lucifer	"Well it's a good thing no one present here wants to readily try and posion you, my dear Nathaniel. Yet I will also strive in making sure to protect you from such things." Lucifer offers as he takes up another forkfull of kipper and yolk. A pleased smile hints at his lips when he notices Vlad begin to eat, but he wonders how that works for him. Some texts would lead one to believe that food becomes naught but ash in the vampire's mouth. That would be a shame. Never the less, he ponders over topics discussed, perhaps keeping points of fact in his mind. "I do not believe, dear Vlad, that your teleporting here causes much of a attention draw. I've been mulling over, at the wonderments of Nathaniel at points, just where my powers come from. It has to be a sort of Celestial magic, which allows me to teleport and shape shift and all that. If me having portals to hell within my home have not brought down a mass of those who would wish to harm...then I do not thing your teleporting would." He muses a moment, taking another bite of toast. "However, that is not to say all of it is safe, I am sure there are people who perhaps have a hidden interest and just haven't come out of the wood works yet. It is something to, at least, keep in mind and maybe attempt to hide if possible." A sort of balanced edge, like walking on a knife's sharpened side. He also seems to glance up towards the ceiling, as if talking about it would suddenly cause one of his brethren to appear and be like 'thats what YOU think!'... it'd be his luck right at this moment. A thought which causes him to chuckle before he washes his last bite of food down with a bit of tea.
Sinister	"I really do wish I understood magic better than I do, at this point," Sinister mutters, bringing his napkin up to clean his mouth as he does so, tossing the soiled fabric to the side of his plate and neatening the cutlery to indicate that he's done. Nice, neat, all in order. The assurances of safety though, do draw a smile, albeit a small one. One palm is lightly slapped to the counter then he pushes himself up from it. "Thank you for the delicious meal, Lucifer, it truly was the right nail to hit the spot. You likely won't see me or a day or more, perhaps more than that, I'm not sure, it depends on the fruits of my labour. However, I am only a thought away... and please do let me know how the pillow case functions. If it works, I will have to refurnish the linen closet." Dusting his chest off, he looks at them both. "Stay safe. I promise, I'll make it up to you, when I return. I have ideas for a neat field trip." And thus, will the saga of Savage lands begin. "Time waits for no man..." and so he turns from the breakfast nook, twirling a digit in the air to summon a circle of electricity and telekinetically summoning his red crystal tipped ebon cane. On the third step toward the windows, both lightning strikes and the cane impacts the floor of the penthouse, making the man that wielded both, vanish.
Dracula	"I would rather seek the opposite, in point of fact... to prevent any manner of harm from coming to either of you," Vlad says, inclining his head slightly. He eats a bite that's both kipper and delightfully runny egg, and then he sets down his fork in order to take up a piece of toast, choosing to spread upon it some of the ginger marmalade. He offers nary an insight, at least in this moment, for how food of any kind works for him. There is no sustenance that he gains from it, and his appetite is much lesser for it as a result. The hunger within him is only ever satisfied by blood. His gaze turns to Lucifer and he tilts his head a touch to one side as he listens to what is said of his teleportation before he gives a small nod. "It pleases me to hear that it is likely not a dangerous thing. I would not wish to place either of you in danger," he says, giving a small nod. "Though most ought expect for there to be portals to Hell within the devil's domicile," he muses, a smile tugging at his lips. He falls quiet a moment then, to eat further of the food on his plate. His attention turns to Sinister, and he raises an eyebrow slightly. "You are welcome to study any magic that I wield within your presence, in any way you wish to do," he offers. He tilts his head a touch to one side, and then he gives a small nod. "Be well and safe, Nathaniel, and I wish for you to have much success in your efforts," he says softly, his tone sincere. "I will let you know, I assure you," he promises. It would be rather amazing if it works -- to not be forced to sleep nestled in a coffin filled with dirt of his homeland would be quite a change indeed. He watches as Sinister departs, marvelling at the technological aspect of it that he has little understanding of. And once the man has departed, he gives a soft chuckle before lifting his cup of tea to take a sip from it. "He is intriguing," he says softly.
Lucifer	Lucifer watches as Nathaniel departs, giving a nod of his head. "I'll hold you to that promise.." He offers this and once Nathaniel is gone, his attention turns to Vlad. A nod of his head given. "Aye, that he is. Which is one of the things I love about him." Offering this much before finishing his meal, pushing his empty plate back. "Now, how about you and I get you better acquainted with this apartment hmm?" And with a grin, he'll set off to do all the things that might possibly hint towards.