Owner	Pose
Lucifer	The morning comes after a lovely night of intimate togetherness and Lucifer is up and at it. Coffee is made, breakfast is being kept warm on the stove top, and Lucifer is sitting on the chaise lounge. He is, once again, surrounded by books. All sorts of books on the topic of the brain and the powers it can weild. He..sort of forgot what Nathaniel called it last night...so he's looking over everything he can find to see if he can come up with a way to determine just what and how and perhaps then why.
Sinister	Out of bed - Check. Ugh, look at that hair. Nope. Shower. Luckily, Sinister is an efficient fellow when he does his ablutions and has a routine that has been well established for years and years and was born of wanting to be clean and neat, but also out and at things. Occasionally one gets grimey out there doing things. So he emerges, wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt with Hrugin and Munin sat upon a norse cross and staring through a lightning bolt and a loose black leather side-laced waistcoat hanging open over it all. "Oh, books," is the comment toward the lounge. "Morning dearest," and off toward coffee, getting a couple of slices of toast to make a bacon butty with, he mianders his way over. "What are we looking over?"
Lucifer	"Psychometrics. Telekenetics. Mental powers. All the ins and outs of such, how they work and why, what they may or may not be capable of doing..." Lucifer responds, glancing up at Nathaniel joins him and gives a smile. "Good morning, my love. Feeling refreshed?" Asking this as he looks to the coffee and food in hands and grins further. "I wanted to understand more about what you were on about last night... figure out how to find out if you or...even I...could possess some sort of psychocosis stuff."
Sinister	"Aaaaaah," slipping into the seat beside the devil, Nathaniel looks over the books on offer. "A good many of those are worthwhile with some of the fundaments, but science has only really just begun to study such ability, thanks to the age of the Atom. However, there are a few grains of wisdom in what is otherwise a bit wishy washy new age literature." He takes half his toasted sandwich and munches, coffee set on the table so that he can gesture at one of the books that's not currently open. "This one is very useful for the groupings of ability. It all depends in part on what part of the brain carries the strongest extra-sensory ability and enhancement." Looking sidelong to Lucifer, he reverse nods slightly toward him. "Your gift to know desire and draw it out of people, in some small measure is likely based on mental compulsion."
Lucifer	"I am sort of realizing that some of these texts are simply theories and not based on any actual truth or measures..." Lucifer admits while watching Nathaniel for a moment, tilting his head as the man picks up a book and then recommends it. "I'm almost beginning to wonder if we're not going to find answers in books. This whole thing is me trying to help answer if you can bring some sort of psychowhatever out of yourself." That last comment has him giving a chuckle. "That surely makes sense..." He adds and then taps his chin with a finger. "So how do we approach this?"
Sinister	"That's the trouble, I'm not sure how..." floating a candle over, unlit, Sinister gestures toward it, then concentrates with a murmur "...I know the nature of fire and how materials incandesce. I can move things by the power of my mind and have seen molecules under the electron microscope, I know how electrons move and in my minds eye, can cause molecular agitation," as he says this, his expression gets very concentrated, eyes narrowing and teeth gritting for a while "...until I cause..." the wick smokes, then poof. There is a flame and he relaxes back looking not exhausted, but like that was an effort. "This is why though I can do it, I don't, as the effort outstrips the functionality, unless I'm trying to be incredibly sneaky." He looks to Lucifer, gesturing at the flame again. "Whereas you can simply click your fingers and poof. But I know that there are pyrokinetics out there who can simply will, but they cannot lift even a feather off the ground. What I /suspect/ is that I am probably making things harder for myself, but simply wanting a flame to appear does not seem to work for me. I have to literally force kinetic motion to do it for me." He taps his head. "What makes me such a brutal telepath is knowing how the human mind works and havng a very vivid imagination and plenty of experience. It's simply years that have made my mind a scalpel in terms of telepathy. I do not... rightly know what it is that leaves a psychic impression, a quantum resonance on an object or a place, outside of powerful emotion, which I understand completely and tend to try and repress in myself." He winks at Luci after that. "With varying success. So... I'm not sure what I should be looking -for- when I try and attempt it. Have you ever walked into a place, picked up a thing and simply -known- something about it? Like, felt it in your core?"
Lucifer	Lucifer listens intently, as he tends to do, and watches as Nathaniel lights a candle on fire - though it takes extreme focus. "Ah. So they're different types of abilities even though they both come from the mind. And one may not necessarily feed into the other..." He comments this much, closing the book he was reading to gently place back on the table. The he listens to Nathaniel again and once the man presents that last question, he tilts his head to consider. "Sometimes. If there's enough of a deeply emotional residue... and sometimes if the soul is due in Hell and hasn't made it's arrival..." He smirks. "My hounds aren't just for show afterall."
Sinister	"So, for you.... there has to be either a serious emotion or a /reason/ for you to feel it. Hmm." Sinister contemplates, strokes his chin a few times, then looks at Lucifer, at the flame, at Lucifer, at the flame once again. "ALright..." he gestures at the wall of oddities. "You've collected a great deal of things in your years. Perhaps, you can select something from your wall, which you know about and know its origins but I ought to know nothing of. And we'll see if I pick up anything from it, as you'd be able to verify."
Lucifer	Lucifer taps his chin as he shifts to stand and walks over to his wall. Looking everything over, back and forth, he finally lands on something. He picks it up and offers it over to Nathaniel. It's a piece of what looks like coal, perhaps a bit more round and a bit more dark ashen grey rather than black. He smirks and tilts his head. "See if you can pick something up from this." It's a piece of hardened lava, which he pulled from a puddle of water on Pompeii.
Sinister	Sinister takes the lump, knowing almost immediately what it is. "This is pummice... mixed with volcanic ash..." because he's a wealth of scientific knowledge, is Nate. Then he stares at it for a long, long time, before cupping hands around it, closing his eyes and breathing deep, head bowed over the item. It's a good job that for some things, Lucifer has a lot of patience, for there isn't a reply or anything even approximating movement for a long while. Then Sin tilts his head to the side a little, eyes screwing tighter shut, lips pursed. The scenery surrounding the pair where they sit on the couch blurs. What appears is foggy, ashy, like... it's a thick pea-souper in London during the industrial revolution. But then flashes of red appear, the smell of burning copper hits the nose, burning brick. Hair. Fabric. A very distant scream.
Lucifer	Lucifer has the patience of a saint, even if he'll never be deemed as one. He watches Nathaniel for the moment, and floats over a glass of whiskey for himself to take a sip. Then, he looks around as the scenery sort of begins to change slowly but surely and then he tilts his head one way and then the other. "Interesting." He offers, taking another sip. Surely this is an illusion, they didn't just transport back in time and such all in the matter of moments. "That scent is thick...even in the memory..."
Sinister	"I'm projecting what I'm sensing," Sinister replies, in a very soft murmur. His head bows fully over, a deep exhale put out. The fog and smoke clears just a little, as a lump collapses from an unseen place in the smoke and bounces into that puddle. For a moment, it is visible as a broken toy. A children's toy of a horse on wheels, rather exaggerated. The pottery was broken in half though and became coated in ash and pummice from the ash cloud. There's just a hint of latin being spoken by a young child and little else. "The impression isn't very strong of anything but the actual disaster. But I get the impression... it belonged to someone for a while."
Lucifer	Lucifer glances around, watching the scene, and trying to remember that this is just a projection and nothing is going to actually harm them. He nods his head and looks to Nathaniel as he offers a bit more. A nod of his own head is given and then he sips more of his whiskey. "Indeed. I can spoil it for you...if it'd be considered a spoiler..." He offers this much and then stands and takes a step, as if he'd walk right over the ash-covered ground and into the path of a falling, flaming rock.
Sinister	Sinister's eyes open and he looks out at the creation that he picked up through his mind, a little puzzled. With Lucifer rising and walking through the scenery, he rises to follow, tracking the incoming rock with a frown. The lump in his hand is once more considered. "I don't feel much else, it's a nebulous trauma." That much is offered with a helpless kind of shrug. "So, spoil away."
Lucifer	"Pompeii. Mount Vesuvius' eruption. A total of two thousand people killed." Lucifer explains as they look around a bit. "That piece there? Pretty soon the volcano will explode in it's grand finale, raining down ash and flaming rocks. A few of those fall into troughs, buckets of water... and when all the destruction is done and it's deemed somewhat safe to return, a collector finds that piece intact in a way that they've never seen molten rock preserve before." He shrugs. "I obtained it when he passed away."
Sinister	"Aah, that would ... sort of explain it. So... I don't know if that's because the event itself was overwhelming, or if I'm just vague at this. Oh well, I did get -something- at least," he chuckles softly, then considers. After a while, he looks up to the side and one of his little rings of electricity manifests and a tentacle drops a small hand chest into his waiting orbit. It's brought over and opened with a flick. A few nicknacks are inside; Lucifer has a wall of weird, Sinister has a box of nick-nacks. He wiggles fingers over the contents, then extracts a warped spoon. It's got a dent in it and looks like Yuri Geller had a go at it. It's handed over. "See what you can feel from that," he offers.
Lucifer	"Well that was also one piece, and more general than I thought. Perhaps... I can find something else to better test you." Lucifer offers before watching as that tentacle drops a chest to Nathaniel. When that spoon is produced from the chest and offered over, Lucifer takes it. "Seems like it's seen it's better days. Wouldn't surprise me if it came from a shipwreck or something..." He jokes and then looks more closely at the spoon, turning it this way and that, while fingers dance a bit against the surface to help him glean anything.
Sinister	It takes a little bit, but after a while Lucifer does pick up a few things. Mostly... sins. The owner of this spoon was inherantly proud, often to a fault. Violent, too to the point of wrathful. Other than that, without mystical intervention of a kind, there's a feel of blood on it, like it's slightly sticky and it's maybe a good luck charm. This spoon saved a life. "I'm genuinely curious as to whether you'll pick anything up or not. I assume you must do, at least something or other." Sin muses, sitting back down and taking up his coffee, sipping it black and strong. His sandwich is finished off whilst the spoon is contemplated, also. "But yes, it would probably be easier on something that belonged specifically to someone or was through an event that impacted a lot of emotions."
Lucifer	"Depends on what you mean by anything..." Lucifer finally says as he continues to look the spoon over. As if there's any more ways to look at an object while mulling it around fingers. "There's pride and wrath... the person who owned this was very much both those things. However..." He hums a moment and then looks at the 'bowl' portion of the spoon. "...Carried with them often? ....somehow saved a life? The person's life..." Oh he's trying. Then he smirks. "This wouldn't have belonged to you, would it? Some time in your life when it stopped a bullet or some such?"
Sinister	"No, but remarkably close. It belonged to my father. Musket shot -- he was in the Battle of Trafalgar and had his spoon in his jacket. He, I think, is where my mistrust of other people comes from, although mine's probably running rampant. He always used his own spoon, for tea, or pudding or honey or whatever. Even medicine. He didn't trust that other people hadn't spat and shined their own." Sinister grins, lifting his coffee in salute.
Lucifer	"Ah. Interesting..." Lucifer offers this much as he looks the spoon over one last time and then offers it back to Nathaniel. "I actually think that'd of been a smart thing to do back in those times. Not only to avoid...cross contamination of bodily fluids, but pretty much anything, right?" Germs and the like. Then Lucifer looks over his wall again and motions. "Why don't you pick something that looks interesting and see if you can glean something yourself."
Sinister	"Yes, he did have a point, but he was rather obnoxious about it." The agreement made, Nate purses his lips "Pick n' mix wall of Odd? I've not fiddled with any of that, have I? Should be fresh," Rising, Sinister heads to Lucifer, gives him a long kiss upon the cheek with a smile and walks to the wall, looking over the bits of strange and unusual; the books, pendants, snowglobe, pieces of rock, little boxes, odd candleholders, balls of twine, daggers, pieces of wall fresco.... Item by item is regarded. He ends up at a very old mortar and pestle, which he picks up after a moment. The pestle is so used, that it's less an oblong and more a squat little grinding tool. And he puts it down almost immediately. "That felt like chemical burns and touching the electrodes of a battery!"
Lucifer	"You've maybe fiddled with a few things, but they are things that you handled at one point in time because they were for us. I believe anything else has simply been observed with the eyes and not touched or delved into further." Lucifer offers, stepping up from behind as Nathaniel looks over the wall for something interesting to strike his fancy. When he picks up that mortar and pestle and then nearly immediately puts it down talking about chemical burns and batteries, there's a curious hum from Lucifer. "Strange indeed... I don't think it should bite you too badly if you want to try and lift it again. See if you can glean anything off it. That one is a very...interesting...piece." A smirk. "Almost forgot I had it."
Sinister	Sinister looks pertinently at Lucifer with an eyebrow loft and back at the item. Fingers wiggle. They wiggle again, reaching forth, then withdrawing. "Oh, come on, old chap, screw it to the sticking place..." he picks up the mortar again, individually and seems a bit surprised that there's ... apparently no reaction. With a blink, he sets it down and picks up the pestle, separately... with much the same result. "How curious," mused, he reaches again for both. This time, the reaction isn't knee-jerk as he was sort of expecting it. He brings it to his chest, looks into the cup of the mortar, fiddles the pestle in his grip. "The only other impression I'm getting is of things exploding. Sometimes on purpose."
Lucifer	Lucifer watches again, a bit intrigued and then he nods. "That doesn't surprise me. Nicholas was always blowing up one thing or another. Though no one ever really suspected him of attempting alchemy until after he died." He offers this and then leans against the bookshelf some while watching Nathaniel. "So maybe you don't pick up big details, but you do pick up something. An echo of events as it were perhaps?"
Sinister	Sinister nods a couple of times. "It seems so. I think... I'm reading the object, not the person that had it. The thing, not the human. Maybe. Hmm..." he sets the mortar down, puts the pestle in it once again and reaches for a book that looks like a diary. He selects it, then seems to realize something. "Nicolas Flamel? The french Alchemist?" blinking, he looks at the item again. "Have I mentioned today how much I love you? No? Well, I do. You have the most -interesting- trinkets, my darling." The diary seems to be doing absolutely nothing, until he opens it, when he blinks repeatedly. "Alright, I know for certain that this was the journal of a seaman of some ilk. Or someone that travelled immensely."
Lucifer	Lucifer lets out a chuckle and gives a shake of his head. "You have not told me how much you love me today. With a statement like that I have to wonder if you only love me because of my trinkets." His eyes sparkle with humor as he says this and then he tilts his head one way, then the other. A glance to the diary that Nathaniel selects after. "Would you believe me if I told you that's Blackbeard's diary?"
Sinister	"I would, actually," although Essex pauses in order to give a sidelong look and a grin at the sparkle of humour. "He rather famously went off his rocker. I got salt spray, incredibly bad nausea, then a lot of absolute paranoid behaviour and supreme violence. Blood, salt, sick, plus a weird amount of being in all kinds of different places to hide it." He sets it back, stares at the wall for a long moment, then turns ninety degrees so that he's facing Lucifer, hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans. Mouth opens, shuts again and there's a grin. "You know why I love you for your collection? Because you see the spirit of an age and you take memories from it. If I asked you the nitty gritty history of a time period, you would probably stare at me. But if I ask you what the zeitgeist was?" He nods at the wall of Oddities.
Lucifer	"That's because I am much more about the stories within the the history of time. If you want to learn the blanket history...take a college course. You want to learn about the meat and potatoes of what led to most historical events..." Lucifer gestures and swells with a certain hit of pride. Watching Nathaniel for a moment and then he tilts his head one way then the other, as he tends to do when he's got an idea swarming in his head. "These are just pieces though. Selective memories stolen from their place and time. I wonder what might happen if we went somewhere. Like Pompeii, or even Mount Vesuvius itself. If you went there, and tried to glean something in the place the event happened. Would it make any difference?"
Sinister	"I feel that in centuries to come, consultations should be a dual affair. For me, it is about the nitty gritty details and I might miss the mood, but in tandem, you can pair the event with the mood and paint a much more accurate picture." Sinister observes this and grins his crooked smile at the swell of pride and subsequent regard of himself. After his own head tilt, he replies. "I don't know. My activity in this field has been limited to not really needing to explore it much, except when I get an itch to do so. We have a purpose behind these experiments this time." A pause. "Pompeii would probably be the wrong choice as I've already had the lump and you've just talked about it, confirmation and observer bias would play a part. But any other fixed point in time and historic event, would probably be a good test."
Lucifer	Lucifer nods his head and taps his chin. "And it has to be something you don't know much about? Or it'd be hard for you to realize where we go until you get a glean of something from it? So like massively reported historical events would be bad...but something that happened, but less reported would be better?" He asks this while still seeming to think. "Might be able to come up with something...we can go traveling around for the next day or so." A pause. "I do kinda want to maybe spend a bit of time just....here. With you. Without..." He gestures. "Distractions?"
Sinister	"Well, contrary to what one might expect, I can be in a place I know a lot about and not know I'm there, depending on where you take me. I do not rote-learn every map and ariel shot of things. Take the locale of the Charge of the Light brigade, in the Crimean war. I know the event, I would not know the valley unless there were billboards and information posts. Much the same would be said of the Killing fields of Cambodia." Nathaniel replies with a slight shrug and a spread of hands. But the rest has him nodding, soft. "I have some reports to go over from New york state and New Jersey, but after that, why don't we... go ice-skating, or spend some time in the cottage? If you can tolerate my more buxom self, there."
Lucifer	Lucifer nods at the first explanation from Nathaniel, and then he simply commits it to memory. He's got a few places in mind...but later. At that last bit he chuckles. "Ice skating and then cottage sitting. We can get cold and then bundle up by the fire with cocoa and such." He smirks. "I love you. So it's not about tolerance. I will enjoy the time either way." "I'll freshen up while you work, just let me know when you're done." A step close, a proffered kiss, and that grin. "I love you."
Sinister	"I know," which doesn't sound like repeating back the same words, but feels the same. Sinister nods, giving one more glance to the wall of odd, then with a look to the early morning light outside of the penthouse, goes to boringly sit with his laptop in silence for a half hour or so. Sometimes it helps to just be able to interface with your technology. Saves time!