Owner	Pose
Lucifer	"Did you know that in the outskirts of Dublin alone there are like...five castles for sale? All in decent condition, with various lines of prestiege, and no more than a handful of cash?" Lucifer asks this as he uses a laptop (lord knows where he got it from) to do some general searching. They changed hotels overnight, but that didn't bother him in the least. There was a reason for it. "And further, if you go not even ten miles out, the number jumps...but some of these castles are in very poor shape. Like... more rubble than anything else." There's coffee brewed, whiskey or cognac for relaxing, and this room came with a hot tub because why the fuck not? Shower, hot tub, ocean... they have it all right at their fingertips.
Sinister	"It's quite the phenomenon, isn't it?" Sinister observes as he emerges from the washroom, smelling spruce and looking quite lazily stylish. Coffee is procured and doctored with a bit of the Irish, because when in Rome and all that nonsense. A second cup is made up in the same manner. There really wasn't a whole lot of sleep last night, nor even any pretense at it, but laying in the dark in companionable silence is good enough, most nights. He apparently was restless enough he couldn't even pretend to contemplate eyelids. "I'm sure either kind of castle is a thing we could do, depending on the purpose, but isn't the cost astounding? You couldn't get a condo in New York for some of those prices. Anything strike your fancy yet?" The second cup is proffered, handle first.
Lucifer	The coffee is traded for a lit cigarette which Lucifer made up in the moments of listening to Nathaniel speak. "It really is amazing. It makes me wonder if it's worth buying something we could make into our own and just... buy one that's already finished..." He offers, taking a drag off his own cigarette before sipping at the coffee. "Actually, I quite like this one....but it's in Cork..." There's a pause for looking and such like that. "It even notes that there's been an approval for extra building on site for an esquestrian facility...could you imagine? Riding horses in the Irish countryside?"
Sinister	"In theory, that one could pay for itself in relatively quick time, which I like the concept of. I've been setting up rental agencies for my other properties, rather than just letting them sit, empty. That one also promises some good potential for housing, sub-letting... maybe conspiring to create a legend or two, depending on who takes care of the place in absentia," taking the cigarette, Nathaniel joins on the couch, settling in to lean so he can review the listing information. "This one is one we'd have to purchase in trust, via a land agency, I think... as it's a listed building. Not that difficult to achieve, but it would stop some akward questions. I'm sure we've a few lawyers for that."
Lucifer	"Quite right. Especially if we turned it into a bording location..." For horses anyway, Lucifer means. He bookmarks that page and then goes back to look around for another one that strikes his fancy. "I like the idea of sub-letting it, turning it into something lucrative...but also keeping a portion of it off limits for when we want to come and stay. A whole staff hired to keep the grounds and such taken care of. And an army of cats." He proudly proclaims while clicking on another link and reading along. "Ooooh, this one has history with Henry the Eighth..."
Sinister	Sinister leans in closer to the screen on that one, reaching to touch the edge of the laptop. It makes the machine do a few things that it normally would have to contort to be able to do, allowing quick scrolling and compiling of not just the real estate photos, but all other ones associated with it, to paint a fuller picture. "Oh, I am quite keen on that. I think it would be quite good for research purposes as well as an estate -- such a history is bound to have some resonances. We should investigate, particularly if there's supernatural tours and the like in the vicinity. Done by amateurs, no doubt, but they usually are quite keen on all the legendary."
Lucifer	Lucifer grins wide and nods his head. "Course... with the distance between the two and the pricing..." He begins. "Why not just buy both of them? We can make a lucrative standing in Ireland with these two alone and on two ends of the country at that." He says this much and then shrugs. Coffee is sipped, cigarette is smoked and he chuckles. "Though I think we'd prefer to stay in the one dripping with history... seized the castle, made the daughter a countess and then married her. That Henry the Eigth was a right bastard...I love it."
Sinister	"Well, why not? It's not like we can't afford it, with the generalized level of income we have on a daily basis. I think I make about two million per day by doing nothing." Sinister's smile shifts crooked. "I am keen on it being the Boleyn family estate, given Good Queen Bess was her daughter and all that. You know, there's a good deal of circumstantial suggestion that Henry the eighth had a massive personality change from brain damage and concussion -- he had a rather bad tournament accident when he was young and prior to that, had actually been a quite studious and dilligent young man. He turned into an oaf and a letch afterwards," that little slice of not-quite-medical history given, he sips on his coffee. "What are the chances that there's some local legendary that says you turned up and did stuff near here, too?"
Lucifer	"We're in the middle of Dublin, Ireland. I start telling folks I'm the literal devil and we might actually be run out of the country. There's likely legends and folklore about me here... and half of it at least...is likely truth." Lucifer says this and then lets out a chuckle before leaning to set the laptop on the coffee table in front of him. They're at a POSH hotel of course. Cause they wouldn't have it any other way. "Well that's settled. We'll buy both properties and turn them into lucrative estates. Because we can... I can't wait to see the look on Nick's face when we tell him... Wade too.." He laughs. "I'd let them stay at either castle free of charge..."
Sinister	Sinister laughs at that, all of it. He floats over the a'la carte room service menu to set it beside the laptop for the time being and curls himself toward his partner in so many crimes and causalities. Eyebrows bob up and down the once. "I can't help wondering though, how much word of mouth turns what happened into something wildly different..." he grins, nodding lightly. "I think I might even proffer accomodations and training facilities to the X-force members, once I've done some work on whichever place I end up buying. Honestly, the Boleyn home is probably more useful to me, in so far as building secret facilities go."
Lucifer	"So I purchase Henry's castle, and you purchase the one in Cork?" Just so Lucifer has his mind on the right track. "I like how all that sounds. But we'll definitely want to get our lawyers involved... and I think I should trust you with all that, but one land in your name, one in mind... right? I want to make sure I'm getting this all correct." That much more as he embraces Nathaniel who cuddles in close, turning so he can kiss the top of the man's head. "We never can not do business when we travel, can we?" A chuckle at that and then he thinks. "Well, maybe that'll be some recon we can do here. See what little lores and tales people will give about me and what I've done in these parts. Better to hear them told than look them up, aye?"
Sinister	"No, other way around. Although I suppose the one in Cork has more actual facilities..." Now you've got him thinking! "And nope. It seems we're destined to buy the most extravagant souvenirs. It helps to have appreciating value all over the globe, I find." A little shuffle and adjustment has him entirely comfortable in his lean-to against the archangel, "...and indeed, better to hear straight from the horse's mouth, personal accounting. And personally? I'm just going to hand the package to the lawyers and let them sort out just how the land trust is going to work, title deed wise." He turns, returns the affection to the nearest bestubbled cheek and earlobe, settling in for the gazing at the Laptop screen, for a couple. "It's been a long time since I rode a horse, too."
Lucifer	"Well. We can go listen to stories tomorrow. Galavant around the town and all that. Tonight... I think it's ordering some food and relaxing. Some low music, drinks...I think it'll do us a bit of good to just..." And here Lucifer sort of down a weird swoop motion with his hand. "Chill." But for now, cuddles, cause he's not entirely sure he wants to move from this position just yet.
Sinister	Sinister doesn't appear to be either. The puzzle pieces slot together so very well and it's reassuring, that there's a protective wing over him, a thing that he wouldn't readily admit to anyone else at all. Ever. "You know, I've been told I should be a personal stylist. Well, my other self should. I don't know whether I should laugh or groan at that."