Owner	Pose
Sinister	Yesterday was pleasant in the Penthouse. Being home just feels good, after you've been away for a while. And it is not just a crow's nest, where luxury can be vaunted any more, but feels like a safe haven against the world, with phenomenal views. Quiet intimacy of dinner and making desert was replaced with a different kind, several times over several hours and a resting entwined in arms. Come the morning though... Up early and showered already, Essex has made coffee but no food, declining the need for it for now. "You mind if we pop by one of my facilities before we head back to Antarctica, my love?" is called back. "I want to select a few pieces of machinery that I think will help and my biggest mechanical research facility is in Europe. I have two there actually, but I have one in mind, particularly."
Lucifer	The last couple of days have been quite enjoyable indeed. Bit of interesting and weird points, but that's just life with the Devil sometimes, isn't it? They've been spending some pleasant time together, having meals, making foods, taking flights. Just marvelous times indeed. Lucifer is up, but has not showered just yet, and instead is having a cup from the pot of coffee which is fresh brewed. A new blend he's trying out. This one having a bit of German influence with a touch of Spanish grounds as well AND - if one desires to note - a kick of citrus for it even has lime zest inside the mixture. Something about citrus and coffee, they actually work if the measurements are right. This one might taste a bit more lime-y than one would like. They can't all be perfect at first go. "Of course, my dear, you don't even need to ask really. I will follow wherever you shall lead... Aside from Hell, as I promise, I can get there myself." He offers with a chuckled smile.
Sinister	Sinister ambles in to where Lucifer is lounging with his caffeinated beverage, looking quite dapper, indeed. Crisp lines of shirt, a suit, but suitably loose at the collar without tie and with snappy heels. "How's this blend?" he asks, sniffing the air as he nears and floating a cup over to try some, lifting it to lips and pausing as he lets the notes assemble on his senses. "....citrus notes? This smells like the florida keys," he observes, then sips. Pause. Sip again. Pause, frown. "Not sure about this one," the decision gets made to finish it quick. THere's a grin though. "No need to go to hell, at least. Just out of town a little." He waggles brows, clicks fingers and summons his ruby-tipped cane to his side. "Head out in half an hour?"
Lucifer	"Yes. I think I used a little too much lime zest..." Lucifer admits, sipping at his coffee once more. "But I am not afraid to drink my mistakes and try again...I only made a small batch to test it out. Trial and error. When I perfect the blend, then I will make the bigger batch." He says this, then downs the rest of his cup because, yes, it needs to go quickly. Looking his lover over, Lucifer grins and steps towards him. "My dastardly dashing love. Shall I dress to match? Half an hour? I think I can manage a shower and dressing by then..." Which he goes to take care of but not without first offering a kiss to Nathaniel.
Sinister	Sinister lets that kiss linger, sweetened by a brush of fingertips down the chest. "Always good to match style with style, my love. I am sure you'll look considerably smoother than I, you usually do." He winks, then settles in a lean to check the stock market and do a bit of juggling of his investments. Half an hour isn't long either. He's waiting patiently with a pleasant expression on his face by the time the big hand has swung half way around the clockface.
Lucifer	Half an hour is not long, but it is long enough for Lucifer to get in a quick shower, dry, and then dress. He decides on plum today, with white undertones. A casual suit, so no tie, and black/white wingtip shoes. "If only fancy canes weren't your thing... I feel like I should carry something... but... hmm..." He thinks, and thinks...and thinks... "Nope. Got nothing. Oh well!" A grin as he comes up on Sinister's side. "Shall we?"
Sinister	Looking up, Sinister's eyes light up, widen at the sight and he smiles as he straightens, looking at the dapper, sassy and oh-so-faintly camp and devilish one with a sigh of pleasure. "Well, my aesthetic tended toward the victorian for the longest time and I have yet to reinvent this particular wheel. It does as I intend it to, so..." Proffering elbow, he then bangs the hilt of the cane on the ground and the ruby flares to life, pulling tesseract technology to heel to open a teleportation door of crackling pink energy. "Ruby quartz has so many astounding properties, I ought to tell you about them sometime." He comments before striding through.... ....into bright winter sunshine. It's cold in America, it's not quite so cold here and the landscape surrounding the place on the other side is quite delightful. This place is apparently located in a volcanic abuttment in amid absolutely gorgeous coutryside. Rolling feels of grapevines, wintered barley and wheat fields, small allotments owned by individual houses and a hills galore. This is an unmistakeable landscape, of Tuscany. In the foot of the butte, there's a car park in which a great many high end italian sportscars sit, ferrari, alpha romeo (yes, even them) mazzarati and lambourghinis, even high end fiats. The entrance to that facility looks as if it actually goes through this high end dealership as that's where he's headed. "This won't take long... all of these are mine by the by, if you want, just ask the gateman for the keys and you can take a test drive whilst I arrange delivery of the machine parts. I wouldn't try the lambos though, they're one part insane, one thousand parts gleefully homicidal, but the ferraris are a delight. Mazzarati, also."
Lucifer	"I do love your asthetic, please don't ever change it. As I do not think it will ever go out of style, and it suits you so well." Lucifer offers this just when Nathaniel bangs the cane on the floor and the ruby sparks to live. When the teleporter activates and they step through he chuckles. "I'd love to hear of such things. I know many jewels have their scientific properties... to learn them might be fun and also helpful. After all, what's magic but glorified and often super focused science?" As they step out of the other side of the teleportation ring, Lucifer looks around to glean a vision of where they are. It doesn't take him terribly long at all. The sights, the scents, he smirks and glances over to Nathaniel. "Italy. You've taken me to Italy." He offers. "Why do I now think there's more to this trip than just you ordering a few things to be delivered to your lab here?" He grins though and when Nathaniel speaks of him taking a drive, Lucifer's ears perk. It's ThEN that he notices the cars. Oh the cars. "You can't tell me NOT to drive something that will inevitably be a death trap. Now I wanna drive the death trap. Can I? Pleassssssse. I'll treat it nice. I promise!"
Sinister	"Well, with such a celebrity endorsement to my style, how can I possibly alter it now?" Sinister replies with a smile. That might stoke his ego in supervillain camps, all over the place. The devil likes my style, BEHOLD THE SHOULDER ORNAMENTS!!! They will never be dwarfed. "But just to get you thinking about it; Ruby quartz has the ability because of its structure and specificity, to channel and also control nearly any form of energy like a lazer. My staff channels tesseract energy, to fold space. The lenses I originally crafted for Cyclops to wear, prevent him from destroying everything he looks at just by looking at it. The visor focuses his concussive eyebeams. Never said thank you for that, I'll note." Because of a multitude of reasons, but it /was/ Sinister that gave him control in the first place. But as Lucifer seems to have just realize there are shiny toys with big engines to play with, he sucks on his cheek. "Well, alright. Try the Countach, it's the most unpredictable and powerful of the lot. You're not likely to kill yourself, even if it tries to do that job for you." He waggles eyebrows, and glances at the gatehouse, pauses, kisses the archangel and disappears inside. There are cars. Lots of cars. All of them can go 0 to 60 in 3 seconds OR LESS.
Sinister	Well. Except for the Alpha Romeos, but they LOOK good. We just constantly wish that they didn't sometimes just die for no reason at all, other than they were there.
Lucifer	Lucifer listens to Nathaniel explain about ruby quartz, how it works, and even how he crafted lenses for Cyclops and never even got a thank you. Seems like the mutants the man has dealt with need to show Nathaniel Essex a little more respect - regardless of personal feelings. Still, he smirks. "Well that's very interesting...and a little inspiring." As in, there may be lasers and quartz crystals in the future of Lucifer's experiments. For now, however, he's returning a kiss and then looking at the cars. Specifically the one Nathaniel pointed out for him to try. He's all grins when he goes to ask the gateman for the keys. Once acquired, he gently climbs into the car. Takes a second to appreciate the interior, breathes in the deep scent of VEHICLE, and then puts the key in the ignition and turns it over to start the engine - listen to it purrrrr.
Sinister	And oh my goodness, does the countach purr. She's low to the ground, which means he'll have to be careful of bumps in the road, but the interior is all white leather and walnut finish. The vehicle herself is a starshine black, in that there's a sheen to the paint job that makes her seem like she's full of stars. Flappy paddle gear shifting, lots of dials and revving the engine makes that purr go to a full on ROAR. It will be an interesting adventure for Lucifer, because the streets of Tuscany are windy and chicane rife, wending up and down the hills in a way that might limit speed but totally won't when Lucifer's behind the wheel. Taking a spin in this naughty little vixen really is a bit like taking your life into your own hands, a beautiful thing for a man that's immortal and would walk away from a 120 mile an hour head on collision without a scratch; she fights him, she goes with him like a lover, she decides that LEFT is where she's going to go, even when oversteering the other way. She'll put on a burst of speed like a mustang and she'll buck like a bronco. But all to give you the ride of your long life! Plus she's underlit, so she sets the paving on fire with her LEDs. Sinister is waiting at the gatehouse by the time this little jaunt is over, arms crossed and leaned against the wall, grinning like a crocodile.
Lucifer	It's a perfect push pull relationship, and he DOES make sure he's careful about bumps in the road, but once they're on those windy roads he opens her up and just lets them both soar. He's careful of any sort of oncoming traffic when he needs to be, but that over turning that doesn't work along with the way she opens up and closes down on him just gives him thrill after thrill. Taking as much time out on the road as he feels is needed for Nathaniel to place his orders - and maybe even obtain them - when he pulls back up into the gatehouse and parks there's nothing wiping the smile off his face. Getting out of the car, he takes a breath and glances to Nathaniel. "Ever driven her? Oh gods she's a lover and a beast. An amazing machine... I can't wait to drive her again." He says this much as he walks over to stand by Nathaniel's side. "Lookit that grin on your face. You knew I was gonna love her, didn't you?"
Sinister	"I might have had an inclination, yes. And..." Sinister indicates the keys that were about to be handed back. "She's yours." He dips in, giving a kiss short and sharp and with all the passion of the italian engineering that went into the INSANE car that the devil just drove, he chuckles. "You like your classics, now you have a modern classic. If you'll have her. She needs a name though," he informs, because this is a tradition in all ships. "I called her Delilah," he informs, as the black panther of a vehicle purrs and ticks down from her work-out. He gestures to the gatehouse guard, who brings up the keys to a different vehicle though, handing them to Sinister. "Thankyou Alonzo..."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks once. Twice. Then a third time. "Mine? Really?" It's truly a reaction of utter shock and some disbelief. "Well I'll be damned. Wait. I'm already damned. Ah never mind, you get my drift I think." A pause, a smile. "Thank you love. I'll of course take her...and I think I'll keep the name you gave her. Delilah. Yes, a good name for her." He nods and then watches as Nathaniel is handed another set of keys. "So, did you get everything taken care of here?"
Sinister	"Yes, yours, really." Sinister smiles and sneaks an arm around, pulling close and kissing on the temple with a squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze on account of punctuating the sentiment. "Yes you are, yes I do and you are very, very welcome. Lambos are a definite thrill and one you very much are keyed to." He winks, taking the keys. They have the rearing horse insignia on them and he steers toward a Testarossa parked upon this plinthe of luxury vehicles. She's less flashy than the Lambourghini, but she has a quiet, contained power, like a cheetah. A blip of the key fob and she flashes lights, doors swinging up like the wing casings of beetles, to allow access. "And I did, indeed. We came to Italy, because the Italians have this knack for crazy engineering that I admire. They set about that end goal and kind of reverse engineer all the parts from the ultimate end. If we're going to be hunting through lava flows, I want the best flue-navigation machinery at our disposal. And yes, I have machines designed in this plant here, that can withstand those insane temperatures and still function, thanks to Italian insanity." He winks, gesturing after a squeeze of his lover, to the passenger side. "Let us away now, to other thrilling endeavors. I am ignoring Siena, in favour of somewhere else."
Lucifer	Affections, squeezes, kisses, whatever and however they are offered, they are returned in kind. Lucifer is a giddy man right now, and for a few different reasons. There will be jealous people by the *dozens* when they see him roll up in his new pretty. With another lovely by his side. Oh how the green monster will rear it's head among the crowd and he will drink it all in. All that envy and lust. "It will be glorious..." He whispers and then watches the doors of that Testarossa rise up like wings. "Crazy Italians indeed. I am glad they can provide you with the machines you need so the work can continue elsewhere." He keeps it like that. Secrets and all. Underlining talk. Sliding into the passenger seat, he grins and then raises a brow. "Ignoring Sienna? Somewhere else? Now where are you taking me? I feel like... all giddy and special... this is... new."
Sinister	It is a special thrill, to be all Secret Service. And with it, the grins continue in secrecy between the two of them as Sinister slides into the driver's seat. This is a first for them, that he's been behind the wheel of a machine like this, with his lover as a passenger. Securing himself with a click of the safety belt, he presses a button and the quality of the engine sound changes from track to street in an audible and physical vibration beneath the seat. He bobs eyebrows up and down with the grin on his face wide and engaged. "I relish that," he informs. "Have you ever heard of Civita di Bagnoregio?" he asks, suspecting the answer is a 'no'. "It's 2,500 years old, has been occupied the entire of that time and isn't that far away. And it's a fading glory. Eventually it will cease to be. So, this trip will be something that sticks." He waggles brows and takes the flappy paddles offline, to stick-shift the ferrari through the streets. He's a good driver. Something about intuitive knowledge of machines and the fact that modern machines have onboard computers means that he could, if he wanted to, probably challenge the best of the worlds formula 1 racers. Speed, but precision, it's an adventure through the winding streets of tuscany, gunning toward the heights and out a bit into the farmland, but honestly not that far -- half an hour of clever driving and then climbing along a promontary and across a vaulted bridge across a gorge, onto a very narrow 'knife' shaped volcanic shelf to a stone-walled village that towers over the surrounding landscape giving an absolutely and utterly unrivalled view of Tuscany. Cobblestone streets and narrow paths mean that he has to park the ferrari at the very base, allowing them to walk up into the fortified hill-village, that once was a military establishment. All the buildings are two to three stories high, made entirely of stone; souvenir shops have lace and linen, honey and silly little trinkets, but there's also cafes. And at high noon in italy, everyone indulges in coffee and siesta. He guides toward a little hole in the wall cafe, with perhaps five tables outside and as many inside, with a call of "Bonjourno, two cappucino and a slice of tiramisu, grazi..." in passable italian accent. He does not have the gift of tongues, he learned it.
Lucifer	Lucifer will allow Sinister to keep his secrets for the time being. After all, it's not often that he's been at this side of something like this. Being gifted things and treated to sights. It's a little weird, as he's stated, because normally he feels like the one who has to do the gifting. In some deep seeded part of his nature, he gifts to those he loves because somewhere he feels like it's the only way to keep that love around. He knows it to be a falsity, but at the same time, it's like no one has plucked that particular seed from him by the roots so... When he is being treated to something, he has to make an effort to not ruin it. To understand that he is just as worthy to receive from a loved one as they are to receive one from him. Or...something like that. It's an oddity for usre. Never the less, the car roars to life and he does answer 'no' to the question about where they're going. Listening as Nathaniel explains a bit of the background and then they drive for half an hour to get where he is intending to take them. Once they are at the little hole in the wall cafe, cappucinos and tiramisu ordered, he grins. "How did I know that somewhere along this journey there was going to be tiramisu involved.." This as he takes a seat at whatever table Nathaniel chooses for them to sit.
Sinister	"Because it was inevitable? Like the passage of time, I was going to indulge this and it was going to be special..." Sinister replies as he settles. The service is prompt, given by an old lady who must be seventy but smiles with the kind of passion that speaks of a life well lived. And in Catholic Italy, if they only knew who they served! And that's part of the mystique, is it not? They will never know. And more, this is not store made, or store bought, this is made by the villagers, served in their little shops to tourists. Once it's all sold for the day, there is no more from a magic freezer, it is done and dusted. Made with real coffee. Made with home-made sponge cake. Made with hand-whipped custard and all served as a slice of love. Reaching across the little intimate table, Essex touches Lucifer's wrist as they sit, the coffee served the desert presented. "Amore mio, per sempre e sempre, tuti..." he said with a softened expression and the indulgent largesse of an open heart. "I propose a thing," he states, leaning forth a little, to create a more intimate space between them, a secret to keep between them in an invisible confessional "...there are so many places in the world that will vanish before any know they were there. This is one of them. The young have left, the old remain, eventually it will collapse to rock-fall and landslide. It is inevitable. And there are more places that will vanish without anyone interfering. We should see them, be there, experience it. So that that is not gone, even if it is just in our memory."
Lucifer	A smile is returned to the older lady who serves them, a little bow of Lucifer's head and a softly offered "Grazi." before she walks away. They are here now, and soon after their coffee and cake, they will be gone again. Perhaps to never come back to this place, except after it is nothing but the rock-fall and landslide that it threatens to become. Lucifer watches Nathaniel with insensity in his eyes, listening to the words that fall from those lips. He smiles, and then gives a darting gaze around before blue eyes befall upon his lover once more. "Memories are a powerful thing. And we are blessed with the ability to make them, and be able to keep them, for all of our days - an eternity's end." He offers softly. "I enjoy these moments, and I enjoy making these memories. I will continue to enjoy them as we make them, place by place. Until the whole of the world is nothing but landslides and ruin...in whatever fashion it comes." He says this, gives a smile, and then slowly leans back in his chair some and lifts eyes a bit towards the sky but not fully. Then, a single word, softly uttered from his lips, but it is something that has now just become a *thing* with them. "Click."
Sinister	"Click," sinister's single word response speaks volumes. It is a thing. That kodak capture. And so many other places deserve that 'click' before they are gone. Maybe things can save those places, maybe not. But until time ceases to be, there will be a record. A record of "click."