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Lucifer	Sometime after breakfast was done and put away, dishes cleaned, and the pair prepped as much as they could be for the journey - Lucifer does as Lucifer does best. They're teleported to somewhere close to Chernobyl. Kyiv is the capital city of Ukraine, and where they will likely set up their base at anyway. Lucifer's been here a time or two - for this and that reason. They appear in the alley way of a shopping center so they can walk out and into the street with little to no surprise to anyone. Not to mention it's probably... late evening? "I know a little bit about here, but I figured we should at least set up shop somewhere..and then we can make our way to Chernobyl."
Sinister	And whilst nobody else can see them, Sinister wraps both his arms around Lucifer and concentrates, cladding the devil in suitably warm clothing for Ukraine in the middle of winter. It is cold, with a capital C. He soon has himself in a thick winter coat, with hood, gloves and boots also, smiling sly under the shadow of the fur trim. "Know anywhere good to stay then? I actually haven't done much sight-seeing or the like in the former USSR. I was always here for a purpose, if I was here at all. Scientific progress here tends to be ... interesting." He looks up at the architechture though, thoughtfully.
Lucifer	Lucifer will surely be thankful for the warm clothes in a moment. He thinks as Nathaniel asks if he knows of a good place for them to stay and then gets a lightbulb moment and nods. "Come.." He flags down a taxi, getting in and encouraging Nathaniel to follow suit. "To the Gestvault Hotel, please." He asks the driver in fluent Ukranian. This prompts the driver to have an entire conversation with Lucifer in the language, up to and including stories about the driver's bitch of a mother and sister. The stories take them all the way to the hotel. It doesn't look like too much on the outside, perhaps a little more 'high scale' than most Ukranian motels...but inside... Once they are inside, it's a whole other world. A place where likely some of the most rich and powerful stay. As he approaches the front desk with Nathaniel in tow, a slightly older man comes around, greeting Lucifer with a hug and calling him 'brother' and 'friend'. "In English, Sergei, this is my partner Nathaniel. We need an extended stay on a room. Up to about two weeks. With the usual coming and goings..." He smiles then.
Sinister	It seems that Nathaniel is perfectly happy to not be in the 'drivers seat' for this situation. He settled into the seat next to Lucifer without protest and watched the interactions with the kind of fascination of watching a professional social chameleon at work. By the end of the journey, he's looking quite entertained for him; dispassionate on the outside, but with a sparkle in his eyes that really makes him blend in quite well with the locals. He looks human of course, as he had when he was just that -- none know him here, he thinks. Hopes. Those blue-grey eyes dance! And miss little when they go from the outside to the in, turning about as Lucifer is greeted by the concierge, taking it all in. "This is an old money refuge," said mostly to himself. Oligarghy and aristocracy have this kind of money. And of course, foreigners that were not supposed to be here, once upon a time, not really all that long ago. When he's introduced though, he turns about, inclining his head and clicking heels in a rather military greeting, stepping up to the devil's side thereafter. "Preferably a room on the highest floor with a decent view facing east, if that's doable?" He offers with a smile, offering <<...I feel surreally like I'm in a James Bond film at the moment.>>
Lucifer	"Of course. Always good to have welcome guest in our hotel. Allow me." Sergei moves then, towards the front desk and works on his computer for a moment. "Ah, yes. We have your suite available and ready for you, Samael. Shall we charge it to the usual account?" "Yes, please. We'll bring in our luggage ourselves. You know the drill." Lucifer answers and gives a nod of his head. After a few more moments, Sergei produces two room keys and gives a nod of his head. "I hope it is still you liking. We have upgraded many things to bring it to modern times. Enjoy your stay." "Thank you." Taking keys and then looking to Nathaniel then, he proffers his arm and smirks. "Shall we then?" All the way to the top. There's only one room here. Interesting. And it's grand in it's offering. No Penthouse, but still, there is even a big tub to soak in and the view is... *Chefs Kiss*
Sinister	"Indeed," -- between there and here, there was side-eyeing, which only ceases once the door has been closed behind them and the simple luxury of the aerie is taken in. "There's a story here, I'm sure. And I'd very much like to hear it," he grins, even as he reaches to take Lucifer's coat o' Sin and hang it on the suitable coat rack. He does the same for his own, apparently liking what he made and thus not wanting to just dispose of it again just yet. The boots and their wetness from the snow are a different affair and with a flex of feet, he strides around the suite in warm looking loafers. "This is turn of the century isn't it? Or a little earlier? Or..." he blinks "...low built, everything always goes up. This is -old- isn't it?"
Lucifer	"This used to be a spy house back in..." Lucifer rattles off a year. Sometime between world wars 1 and 2. "Became a safe house to those who opposed the USSR until finally Ukraine was able to declare itself a free nation in...1991?" He offers, moving to the bar and he pulls out a bottle. It's sleek and filled with a clear liquid, the 'cap' is actually a dragon head and the brand is Eye of the Dragon Vodka. Those who know vodka brands, will know that a single bottle like this will go for 7.5 million dollars without breaking a sweat. "Care to taste one of asia's greatest secrets? Or shall you stick to cognac?" He smirks.
Sinister	"When in Rome, as they say," Sinister listens, then can but grin. "And of course, you would oppose such things. Or there were deals to be made, back in those days." He looks over the bed, bounces it with his hand a couple of times and seems satisfied in his own right. Cigarette humidor found, he looks over what's on offer there also, before selecting a couple and coming up right into the personal bubble, to regard the bottle with artistic appreciation. "I bet that bottle is made of Austrian crystal. It's rather inspired looking. Zmei." He lightly dinks the dragon's nose with a fingernail, looking up the bottle to the man, cigarettes proffered in a fanned 'v' with a grin.
Lucifer	"Which things am I opposing? If it's the ruling of the USSR, then yes. Absolutely opposed it. People cannot sin properly if they are micromanaged." Lucifer offers, opening the bottle and pouring two glasses. The bottle itself is amazing. Filigreed with 10kt gold, holding a rare (certified) yellow diamond. The bottle itself encrusted with diamond as well and within... lies the secret. An old Russian-made vodka recipe kept original. He offers over a glass as the cigarettes are fanned out and smirks. "Ukranian smokes are an interesting thing too. No nicotine in them - depending on what you get... and sometimes they make them with flavored tobacco."
Sinister	"These are nicotined," Sinister assures, but he also chuckles. "Although, I have observed the cherry flavour in the selection there, along with others that did not have helpful pictures. My Ukrainian is very rusty." "Well, the sins of the russians during the soviet block tended to be ginormous and clustered in the massive nests of corruption, bribery, avarice, and hubris. Animal farm is such an englightening read, if you know anything about history at all. Sadly so many these days..." he clucks his tongue, taking the glass and sniffs. "Almost no aroma. This is =very= good already..." and a sip confirms that "...oh dear lords, that would be a thing. We're taking that bottle back home." He informs with a nod, setting smoke to lips and leaning in for the obligatory spark. "I love watching you in your element, by the by. It's so entertaining."
Lucifer	Lucifer sips at the vodka himself and him a pleased smile. "Ah Sergei knows me too well I think..." Though, there's a sparkle in Lucifer's eyes as he says that. Like, perhaps there was an expectation for Lucifer to be there? Before he even knew where he was going? Curious indeed! "Also, I will help you translate of course, so you can try some of the flavored ones. But yes, nicotine is just as good..." he says this and gives that spark to light Nathaniel's cigarette before lighting his own as well. "Mmn, I've been in my element a bit these last few days... I sort of like it... I should do this more often I think."
Sinister	"Yes, you should. You shine when you do --" Sinister leans in, gives a kiss on account of the light of cigarette. Then another on account of Lucifer being himself. "--You have history with Sergei, then? You should share. I want to hear some of your stories, too. I feel at times I've been chock full of them - a philodox I am not, but perhaps a ventrue." He grins, settles on overstuffed leather furniture and leans into it expansively and elegantly, crossing knees and spreading arms along the back, glass left to float, cigarette dangling from lips as he watches beneath hooded eyes. "And do I need to ask if he is more than he appears to be?" Browspock.
Lucifer	"Sergei has been here for as long as it has been around..." Lucifer offers. "He and I have made sure to keep this place maintained, upgraded, and yet the outside remains as it has always been. An eyesore, something that most people just glance over. Only those who need to know...know of this place and what it stands for." Lucifer explains while he takes a drag off his cigarette. "...Sergei is a demon...one of mine." Answering the unasked question out right because he has nothing to hide from Sinister.
Sinister	"Oooh, now it makes sense," Sinister looks down at the floor, narrows his eyes just a little that way and apparently is satisfied by the tickle of consciousness he extended. Perhaps in hell, he never really looked. There were other things he was far more concerned over, than Demons, during his year long stay in vampiredom. "Hmmm! That is -very- interesting..." he muses, cigarette puffed, ash whisked away, he looks up at his beloved and pats the seat next to him in invite. "I wonder what it was before you took control over it. Multistory buildings like these, they used to be the pinnacle of excellence in a world where having more than one level was considered the pinnacle."
Lucifer	Lucifer shifts, with a smile, and moves to sit in the seat that he was given invite to. A puff of his own cigarette taken and he sips a little more vodka. "I'm fairly certain it was always something used in war efforts. Spies, a rest house, barracks even? We simply turned it into a hotel for the prosperous - mostly open to family lines who know of it. A few specially invited people." He shrugs his shoulders then. "In case you're wondering, this place isn't owned by me. In fact, it's in Sergei's human name. He's got a decent family tree, and is always referred to as Uncle."
Sinister	"Hmm. Quite possible, I suppose," Sinister brings his arm around Lucifer's opposite shoulder, gently guiding the lean-in against. Warmth is a blessing in Ukrainian winter, the fire will be most appreciated. "Demons... how do they end up having a human family? Oh, before they came to a dying person, I suppose?" He squints as to try and recollect the nitty gritty of that. "Or full-on possession of the living?"
Lucifer	"In Sergei's case, he's assumed a human persona, had a family back during... World War One? I think?" Lucifer seems to think on it a moment and then shrugs. "But the demon has been diluted since the rest of the line married and fucked human after human... I don't know how it works for other demons in other religions, and most of mine just go for possession cause they think it's fun. Sergei had a better head on his shoulders." He chuckles, sips vodka, and leans in as guided. Starting a fire would be great and he slowly begins to levitate logs into the fire pit.
Sinister	Sinister kisses Luci's temple, then rests his cheek on top of the hair, smelling hair products, shampoo and that undertone of flame and brimstone with a tiny hint of celestial clarity. He breathes deep, turns his face further into the hair so that his lips rest there and fill the scalp with warmth at every breath. "I imagine war, here, during that time, well... it had a fertile playground. I can only imagine the second world war made that all the more rife. I know I encountered something like a rakshaza in the jungles of Vietnam and several very disturbing creatures. The killing fields used to be cannibalized, if they didn't bury the dead quick enough. I've always felt I ought to go back, see if the balance of the supernatural got restored there, but I keep putting it off." He sniffs again, rubs his cheek there, fingers curling at the shoulder as he slides eyes to the shaping of the fire. "I profited a good deal from that police action."
Lucifer	"You would think that. Either war was devestating enough, it took some time to recover. For both sides. I think that's why it took Ukraine a few more years to actually claim their independence." Lucifer offers and then smirks. "Why does it not surprise me that you made a profit furing the Vietnam Conflict?" Nuzzling for a moment longer before he flings his free hand towards the fire, sending a spark of hellfire to light the wood ablaze. "Now then...what shall we bring here from home?"
Sinister	"Well, sometimes it was a side-gig. Finding a missing individual, people will give up a lot. Mostly though it was harvesting. That kind of profit. Mass casualties. The trouble was with labelling, so I didn't get as accurate a spread as I would've liked. Also, honed a few skills with interrogation and extreme conditioning." Sinister sighs a little, turning his face sidelong again, so that his cheek uses dark waves as a pillow once again, watching hellfire consume wood in a way that is very abnormal to the passage of ordinary flame. "It seems animated, when it ignites things," he observes with a gesture of vodka to the flames. "Like it has an agenda. But... hmm. Geiger counters and such. Alpha particle meter. Do you have anything in your arsenal of oddities that can detect very hard to detect water spirits?"
Lucifer	"Suppose it is a bit animated when it's seen actually burning something. Course it's not traditional fire so it makes sense right?" Lucifer surely doesn't mind his hair being used as a pillow, his cigarette finished and burned away by flames so he can bring that arm around Sinister to hold the man tight but gently against him. "I don't think I do... which is why I was hoping to talk to John and see if he had anything I can use. Though..." He seems to think a moment before shaking his head. "I don't know if John would appreciate this thought but... what element can survive moving through water?" Asking this, as if he doesn't know the answer, but in actuality it's tied to a thought he has.
Sinister	"Well, everything but fire, technically. And that depends on the fire," Finishing his vodka and sending his smoke to the flames, Sin turns himself about, putting his feet over the end of the couch and when cuddled just so, shifts himself about so that his head is resting in Lucifer's lap, suppine and looking up at the devil from below. He offers a smile. "Probably not the answer you were..." pause, beat "...fishing for..." small mouth, pursed lips. "Sorry, couldn't help myself." He bends his outside arm up, resting it near his shoulder, so he might use his thumb to rub near the other's knee. "But I feel we should not underestimate water. It's patient and I think though it may seem docile, it can probably be devastating when riled. Hmmmmm..." narrowing his eyes, the thoughtful look takes hold.
Lucifer	Lucifer watches as Nathaniel gets re-settled on the couch, head in lap, feet curled just so and he smiles. His vodka finished, he turns a bit to float the glass to the counter and then faces forward again and brushes fingers through hair. It's when Nathaniel answers him that he not only raises a single eyebrow, but he also lets out a genuine laugh and shakes his head some. "Oh dear me. You are a punny man, my love..." He offers, then chuckles a bit more. Trying to bring his mind back around to his thought but it's going to take a few more moments of laughter before that occurs. "I was more thinking about the air sprites. The earth sprites were kinda... lethargic...but the air sprites are fairly active. And I'm almost certain that they can be drawn to other sprites...so...if we can procure some of the air sprites and bring them here..." He gently coaxes Nathaniel's brain to be on the same wave as his now.
Sinister	"I am sure it'll get me in trouble one day," Sinister chuckles in return, grinning white teeth as the devil recovers his thought process. "........mmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMBUBBLES! Bubblesbubblesbubblesbubbles...." SUDDEN INHALE, then in a small voice "...my bubbles!" Just leaving that there for a moment, he sucks on his cheeks, fluttering eyelashes a couple of times. "They're attracted to light, aren't they? The whisps. I feel we have a perfect pied piper potential."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks incredulously when Nathaniel comes out with that whole bubbles motion and then he laughs once more. It's a healthy, hearty laugh that's followed by a shake of his head. "Goodness man, where did this sense of humor come from?" He asks this with a smile and tugs a bit on the locks of hair he had been stroking. "Light, yes. I just don't think it'll be approved by John...but we have to do something. So I was thinking we could enlist the help of the whisps to guide us to the fex." This said and then he settles back some.
Sinister	"Honestly, I have no idea. Maybe I've been subliminally picking up some local kid's Disney channel during eyelid contemplation," Sinister says, deadpan. "It's probably dangerous. It -might- even be contagious." He lifts jaw to nip at the finger that tugs, rolling his shoulders to get more comfortable with a wiggle of his butt. NOthing at all happens. He goes nowhere. "So... paint me the logic of why John would protest?" he rolls his non-occupied hand toward Lucifer in encouragement.
Lucifer	Lucifer chuckles. "Maybe we should just spend a night in eating junk food and watching Disney movies. Older, newer, doesn't matter. Though, I think what you quoted was more Pixar? Dreamworks? I know one of them is owned by Disney. Or co-owned...whatever. Anyway..." He shrugs and grins. "A slice of normal...you know?" Then he heaves a sigh and shakes his head. "Because John is already leary about this stuff. He's already upset that we're tinkering with it. He's contributed several pieces of information that make no sense compared to what I've researched, and he's just that much of a stubborn asshat." Finalizing this and then looking a little grumpy.
Sinister	Sinister grins at the suggestion, relinquishing the thumb-rubbing to reach up and cup Lucifer's cheek, gazing straight up (and sideways) with an air-kiss blown. "Pixar. And yes, I believe it is a subsidiary, with a level of independence. I'm fond of what they produce, far more than the standard. Originality, vs the homogenized world." But he listens, the smile fading from grin down to a hint at the corner of lips. "Well, this entire leg of the journey is likely to make him protest, simply because he is mortal and we are not. It puts things into a great deal of perspective, when he could genuinely kark it, if we screw up something. But I think there's merit in using bubbles to chase fish, rather than the other way around, which was the reason I quoted that little snippet in the first place." He strokes the line of Lucifer's jaw, then rests his hand back down once again. "I just wonder if they can be settled. They seemed very shy and flighty when we saw those few through the lighthouse tower."
Lucifer	Lucifer has been responding to the touches, strokes, and other attentions from Nathaniel. His writer is just too dumb to let those responses come to light. Eyes flutter closed for a moment and he breathes in deep. Fingers stroking through hair shift a bit to trace the line of Nathaniel's face a moment. "I think they can be settled... if anything we can contain them... I think... I've been wondering if I could learn their language perhaps. Surely they have one... but I also know we may not have a lot of time here..." Before bad things happen, but if the Other is in a void...well...maybe they've bought themselves time. It's hard to say.
Sinister	"Air-tight seal should do it," Sinister muses, quietly. Nothing much else comes for a little while, too busy with the feels, the reciprocation and simply... looking. Drinking with the eyes, is a lot less messy when you're not being entirely literal. He seems peaceful in the moment though, entirely open. Himself, in a way he isn't with anyone on the green earth, saving one. "Can you talk to animals?" he asks.
Lucifer	Lucifer nods and sighs softly. "No. Not that I know of anyway, but I also can't say I have ever really tried." He offers in response to talking to animals. The fire finally settles into the logs, letting heat waft into the suite and warm up both them and the room itself to something comfortable. Lucifer shimmies just a little to be a bit more comfortable and his fingers return to stroking through hair. "Do we need to go back and pick up those items you need or can you.." He wiggles his other fingers, "manage to get them here? Also, dine in or out?"
Sinister	Sinister's chin lifts, rolling his head back into the attentions and providing the length of his throat to the eye. Crossed legs are lifted, toes pointed the question is met with him reaching the petting hand out, pointing one finger at the ceiling and turning a slow circle, repeatedly. Circle of electricity later and it's not a tentacle but a reasonably sized drone that drops through, complete with controller on its back and gadgets in its undercarriage. The smell of ozone soon fades from the nose. He just smiles at the end of that, as the drone lands on the floor, with a glance to it. "I figure a bit of ariel reconnaisance would also be helpful, without having to go IN to the zone too deeply..." that done, he turns those eyes to the windows, a little greyed with grime (for show) he chuckles. "Depends on you actually -- it looks like it's snowing. I can imagine that walking the streeits of Kyiv with you in winter clothing, chasing the cold from ourselves, I don't know if you're up for that."
Lucifer	Lucifer watches as that drone drops out of the ozone circle and delivers all the things that Nathaniel likely listed earlier as necessary. He chuckles and shakes his head a little before turning eyes to the window. The grime, yes, is there but he can tell it's snowing just as easily with or without the muck on the window. "Mmn, no. No I do not think I will survive trudging through the snow and the cold. Can just as easily get some things delivered here..." He offers this. "Lots of things, a meal and some junk food, and then we can watch a movie and take a dip in the hot tub. I know we came here to work but...I think we can afford one night of just normal traveling couple stuff before we dive in, yes?"
Sinister	"I think we can manage that. But I will make note: I want to walk in winter gear, or ride in a one horse open sleight with you under furs and blankets at least once." Nathaniel reaches up, tweaks the slight groove in Lucifer's chin and then swings his legs off of the end of the couch in one fluid movement to sit up, then stand with a stretch. "What counts as junk food, in our lives I wonder? Borsht? Perhaps Stroganov?" he grins. "Actually onion fried mushrooms in beef fat, with crusty bread sounds a nicely tasty snack. And popcorn if we're going to watch a movie." Then, putting complete pay to this notion, he sits down on Lucifer's lap, straddling it with arms loosely folded, grinning down. "And we are going to go to a christmas market here, before we leave. Maybe as a decompress. Only, I refuse to adhere to it being christmas and will continue to think of it as yuletide."
Lucifer	"I see your note for walking in winter gear OR riding in a one horse open sleigh with me under furs and blanket... and raise you to doing both. Just not tonight. Tonight, we stay in, have borscht and fried beef fat mushrooms, and popcorn. Perhaps a bit of chocolate as well for the sweet tooth in us both. And we'll save the expensive vodka for home and sip on cognac..." This much said and then he has a Nathaniel straddlin his lap, which causes him to instinctively wrap arms around Nathaniel's waist. "Yuletide shopping it is, yes. Perhaps on the same night as walking in winter wonderlands and riding one horse open sleighs...with bells ringing."
Sinister	"Ukraine does have the best coffee chocolates that I know of," There is agreement from Essex, with a solemn nod. "And deal. Winter wonderland yuletide hallmark night is on the cards... later." There is a smile and then? Well. "Best get Sergei on the case, I suspect he knows the very best places to supply to his Lord," but this isn't going to be made easy. Loosely folded arms become elbows on the back of the couch, with crossed wrists over the devil's breast, acting as a shelf for Sinister's chin as he hunkers nose to nose, smiling sublime.
Lucifer	"Who says he isn't already on it?" Lucifer asks this with a grin while watching and feeling Nathaniel get more cozy. "I believe he will know the best places to get everything we wish for and likely a bit more," then he smirks, "but I wonder if he will be faced with a sign on the door that says do not disturb when he comes to deliver..." This and then noses rub, and Lucifer kisses the lips that smile in such a way. "Or are you more feeling like just being cozy and not particularly frisky..." Final words offered in a whisper of lips against lips.
Sinister	"My dear, would it even matter if there was one? He -is- a demon," And in all fairness, the mental image of an old ukranian demon in human form walking on through with the room service, utterly ignoring censored bits is quite appealing. Particularly if muttering under his breath. "And I shall not dare to what of the intricacies of Devil-demon interactions, for I assuredly do not know the details of such. Also, I'm not one to speak of getting things done with the power of a thought. Speaking of thoughts..." lashes lower until there's but a crack of gaze 'twixt lashes. "I am a man. I will behave in a manly manner. That is to say what I mean and mean what I say; namely, darling? I find you attractive. I am of the masculine persuasion, therefore I could look at the drapes and fancy a shag."
Lucifer	Lucifer opens his mouth, then closes it again and gives a chuckle. "Would be a shame to waste such a...marvelous position you've put yourself in..." He whispers still, shifting just so in order to nuzzle the neck of his lover. "And I can appreciate that you are a manly man, but also know that sometimes - and there have been times - a shag is the furthest from the mind. Just a need to be close. However..." He says this and then the lights dim down to a demon walking in on nefarious pairings of lovers to deliver and then leave silent as the grave.