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Sinister	It has been some days since a pair of archangels came to help and watch Hallmark on the Penthouse big screen. There were even chocolate covered pretzels offered along with the popcorn and mostly they were left to their own devices. Today is a different day. Silent snow falls over the city, making everything seem rather pristine for the time that it's clean at any rate. Soon enough it'll be churned into dirty slush, but for a while, all seems as pure as the driven snow. Sin's been splitting his time between working in the lab and being home -- it is essentially Lucifer's alone time when he's working the club and when it shuts, the wanderer returns. Not tonight though. Tonight, seems to have gone by and there's still no sign of Sinister. He can be felt in the mind, but of his physical presence there is nothing -- it's also a little 'tight' in there, like he's mentally holding on hard to something.
Lucifer	Lucifer was loosely aware that his archangel brethren came to the Penthouse to visit and help. He didn't really comment about it aside from wishing he had been awake enough to tell them hello, but that also proves he's not the only reason why they come and visit these days. Which, in some ways, does make Lucifer a bit happy. Days go by, as they do when Nathaniel pours himself into work and Lucifer tends to his own business. It's when he comes home a few days after and there's a lack of something in the air. The sense but not the presence, and even then ... something feels a little off... But Lucifer knows where Nathaniel's labs are, and he can pull a bit from the psychic presence to narrow down which one the man is working in. With this power of deduction, he takes one step, two, there's a plume of smoke and then the Devil appears. "Nathaniel? Nathaniel where are you?"
Sinister	Indeed, there are many labs. Many of them, on multiple continents of the earth. Knowing which direction, the general where is all that's necessary -- and the alarms don't even trigger, because he's now made sure that the labs all recognize the devil in their midst. The one he happens to be in, is one that's in a remote area of the Amazon forest, a compound formerly owned by a cartel and illegal loggers and now coopted and owned by Essex corps, for Pharmaceutical research. It means that the labs there are full of his most top-notch equipment, if mundane. His /special/ stuff is solely for the Arc. But there does appear to have been an evacuation order given, as there's yellow flashing lights on many walls and 'follow the lights on the floor' exit routes marked out. It means NOBODY is there, but him. But where is he? A walk, a step, a look, a call and he can be found, kind of... transfixed it seems, legs spread in ox stance, a white labcoat on and loosely flipped back over his hips, rolled up at the sleeve and he's staring at his left arm, holding it firm to the lab top with his right, breathing -forcefully-. "In here." IN-out. IN-out.
Lucifer	At least the Devil can move between places faster than most beings. So it's a blink of an eye when he's in this particular lab and taking in the sights of...flashing yellow lights. Exit the area guides. It causes him to raise a brow and move with a more quick-walk than a normal pace. Finally finding where Nathaniel is was likely easy. Seeing him in such a position, forcing his breathing and fixated very much on his arm has Lucifer raising a brow. "So I see. What in blazes is going on here? Full evacuation and you're just... here. Do you need help with something?" Asking this as he watches, a little worried but not full panic mode yet. No need to be if it seems that Nathaniel has some control over things. Sort of. Maybe.
Sinister	Probably. "You remember when I separated a fragment of your DNA and made a retrovirus to carry it into my chromosomes, my dear?" Sinister says this calmly, still holding his arm steady. "I doubt you could easily forget that, given it had some interesting side effects. Well, I did not think this was going to be quite as dramatic and have transfused a small amount of your brother's serum into my arm. It is... trying very hard, to have some issues." IN-out. IN-out. "There was a spontaneous lab leak of effective ebola strain. I'm not worried over it and nor should you be. But then, there was a moment where a technician evacuating ran into a door and managed to phase straight through it. And now, my left hand wants to act of its own accord."
Lucifer	"I do remember. The things it did to the both of us." Lucifer confirms this with a nod of his head and then looks over Nathaniel once more as he explains what he's done with the offerings of another archangel into his body. This makes him take a deep breath in and out. The mentioning of the active ebola virus causes another brow raise and then a shake of his head. "And you didn't think to have me here for the just in case things went tits up before they went tits up because...?"
Sinister	"Because I wasn't trying to make a retrovirus carrier to actually -alter- my DNA. I made a weak antibody coated serum, but apparently that was considerably stronger than I had anticipated it being. You live, you learn." Sinister smiles a little awkwardly at this, looking from his hand to Lucifer only briefly. It's enough though, for his left hand to sink into the counter and pass straight through it, causing him to lurch and withdraw the limb before matter decides it should reintegrate around him. "I am feeling very tingly right now. Not nauseous though, nor suddenly about to catch fire. I don't think so anyway."
Lucifer	"Still messing with archangel DNA... one would think you would try and have someone here for the just in case..." Lucifer says this and as Nathaniel lurches forward, he steps towards the man a bit closer before finding that Nathaniel is up once again. "Okay, so this is causing your arm to be able to move through matter regardless of what that matter is? Or is your arm in a sort of... disassociated space existence..." No, he doesn't really know what he's talking about but he will try to make as much sense as possible. Either way, he does finally walk fully up to the man. "And what is it that I can do to help with anything? Shall I go confine the ebola virus for you?"
Sinister	"You could do a systemwide conflagration, that ought to take care of anything that's airborn. Everyone else is evacuated and you and I won't be harmed by hellfire." Sinister flexes the limb, winces and stares at it. Apparently keeping an actual eye on it stops it from being weird. "I think it's paracausal at the moment, like... it's in a quantum state. It's phasing into different realities, I think. Oh, sometimes even a genius can feel like a lummox." The hand starts to glow oh-so-slightly. Golden in hue. At least there's no sparklies.
Lucifer	"And you sometimes wonder why I love you..." Lucifer says this with a grin before pointing a finger into a corner and then snaps. It's small at first, but the fire will grow, burning the air clean. Only the air. Everything else - even things that aren't heat resistent - will be fine. For such is the will of the Devil with his fire. "Quantum locked. How do we fix something that's quantum locked. It also seems to behave when you stare at it. Like that Doctor Who episode...with the Weeping Angels..." He chuckles then before filling the air continue to burn hotter and hotter. "Your arm is glowing."
Sinister	"Same hue as the feather..." Sinister observes, glancing at the birth of fire only with the corner of his eye. "I'm not accustomed to my hand being out of phase." He admits that and with a frown, flexes his fist tighter around the limb... but the gold has escaped past his grip and is flowing like molten liquid past his elbow. "Oh, damn, bugger and blast it, the serum seems to have figured out that it's also quantum."
Lucifer	The fire finishes what it set out to do once it flares to the other end of the entire lab, and since hellfire moves quicker than normal fire, it's a fast job. Very soon after, the fire dissipates as if it were never there. Then, the Devil looks to Nathaniel, and then to the arm that's glowing and the serum that begins to seep out of it. In a flash, a step, he's at Nathaniel and grabbing onto the man's arm. More than. Seems since the Devil can move thru realities, he's reached through and grabbed the serum through nearly every plane it thinks it's in and then pulls back with a strained grunt until he has the serum confined into an orb in the palm of his hand. "Right then. Shall we stop playing silly buggers and actually DO the thing the nice scientist is trying to do with you?"
Sinister	Sinister blinks, genuinely surprised by the sheer power that can simply be wielded negligently by the Celestial. That was an incredibly hard thing to do, which should not be cheapened by how easy he made it seem! "Oh, my," Sinister murmurs, then stares at the little orb of serum for a second. And then? He scoffs at himself. "I should have thought of that..." he mutters this, shrugs out of his lab coat and with a crack of left, then right shoulder, unfurls his flame-fringed black wings with a rustle. "Infuses it into the bit that's already got a smattering of what you are, Lucifer. It'll probably be less problematic there." Flick-flick go the wings.
Lucifer	"Even I didn't think of it until the serum started to actually try leaving your arm..." Lucifer says this with a smirk, watching as Nathaniel shrugs off his lab coat, cracks his shoulders and then unfurls his wings. He wals around to the back, using his free hand to stroke the wing feathers for a moment, perhaps to soothe them before the storm that might come in a moment. "A gift of my brother to us, in order to help future endeavors. Be nice now..." He speaks before bringing his other hand up and breaks the orb to let the serum flow over the wing feathers themselves. "Less problematic, surely. Might even give you a bit more control of your wings now..." Offering this much as a benefit with a smirk that goes unseen but likely heard in words.
Sinister	Yes, a smirk can be audible. It's the accompanying tonality that does it! "Perhaps," -- it might occur to Sinister later, that Lucifer was talking to the wings as if they were interconnected, but that's likely not on his mind as the serum's spread lightly over the surface of the feathers. A small intake of breath at the touch of a hand to them, then they flatten as the wings lift a bit, stiffen somewhat and then... quiver. Sin grabs the workbench again, with both hands and legs spread for balance, exhaling low and long and closing his eyes, perhaps the better to focus, bowing his head with it. The sheen of gold, the glow that had been beneath the surface, shimmers on the follicle of the pinions, then slides down the core into the wing itself. Into the roots. And gradually, it remerges again, in the very tips of the flight feathers and mantle; a tipping of gold in the scorched black. It's rather pretty really.
Lucifer	Lucifer watches as the serum seeps into the feathers, further down into the pinions and then after a breath or few, it emerges again and seeps into the tips of the flight feathers. He gasps at the sight of it. "Oh...that makes you look regal... I'm actually a little jealous..." He chuckles then before taking a step back and making a camera lens with his fingers before saying, "Snap." Because he has to take a picture of it to show Nathaniel in just a moment. All in all, it seems like success was finally given to this whole experiment and soon Lucifer walks around to Nathaniel's front again, folds arms across his chest and looks to the man squarely. "So. What have we learned?"
Sinister	"Jealous? You?" It strikes a strange chord, with the scientist. "But I shall take regal, it beats the hell out of stormcrow. I don't usually do regal." Imposing, dignified, but rarely regal. And all in all, that could have been MUCH worse. Buckle up buttercup, here's the rollicking. He tilts his head to the folded arm'd devil, before cracking a grin that Lucifer himself would be proud to call his own. "That you're contagious? What's the /worst/ that could happen?"
Lucifer	"Maybe a little. Your wings are gorgeous... I could only wish mine were such a color..." Lucifer comments. "You should do regal more often. It suits you." He adds on that and then looks around a moment. The last lines that Nathaniel speak actually has Lucifer chuckle. "Perhaps we shall see. Come along love. Your wings need testing and mine are now itching for a flight...Let's go give them a good stretching." Because, really, what -is- the worst that could happen? The world may never know.