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Lucifer	It's dark in the Penthouse. The shades have been drawn on all the windows, the lights are all off and it's also near dead silent. The only illumination and sound come from the faint glow of orange-red and gentle crackle of the logs in the fireplace. Lucifer knows Betsy went home, but he's not entirely sure where anyone else is at the moment. All the same in his mind presently. He's not entirely sure he's worthy of anyone's company. Seems in the last several days he's only made a fool of himself, managed to get his brother to come down and have a few words and then as if that wasn't worse enough it was like in the same flash of Michael's disappearance everything else just sort of fizzled out but in a bad way. Like putting a handful of mentos into a bottle of diet coke and instead of getting a blast of carbonation to the face it just sort of bubbles over the top of the bottle and goes bleurgh. He sits on his throne. In the crackling glow of fire. A glass of whiskey in one hand while the other rests elbow on the arm of his throne and his chin rests in the palm of his hand. Mind going a mile a second but in every sort of direction that then jumbles at the intersection and then keeps flying off in directions unknown. Existance. Sometimes he wonders if his is worth it. If, when it all boils down, he will regret one day ever leaving Hell. Coming to Earth. Botching most everything he's ever gotten involved in. He sips whiskey and continues to let his mind torture him.
Sinister	There are occasions when a sensible mind, one that is logical and scientific and medically and psychologically trained, might suspect that the Devil is bi-polar. It matches the self-actualization that the race is known for, to be such. There are times however, when it is ill advised to bother the individual at the exact moment of their maudlin, but rather to prepare something suitable to the mood, bleak as that might be. Sinister left, after the vibe felt like it needed to be at least a little private for a little while, though it was not with anger or disappointment. Just an "I'll be back soon. I promise..." -- and a wing out into the night on corvid feathers. In the dark of the penthouse, very, very faint radio music can JUST be heard coming from one of the shelves. It's so faint as to almost be imagined.
Nick	Nick is not in the penthouse. Nor is he in the building. But, he's... reasonably near. Very near. As the Sin flies, another figure just appears, tumbling out of nowhere. It doesn't appear all that graceful, but that is likely because the one that popped out is lacking wings. "Well f-" Tucking into a ball, the shadowed figure ROLLS with it, making himself smaller before a raven flies out of the form. Gliding downwards, it makes its way to a certain building before zooping through a window that is most definitely not the penthouse's. Looks like Nick has returned.
Lucifer	Lucifer isn't sure how to take Nathaniel's leaving. He knows the man isn't upset or disappointed, and usually just lets him wallow when he's in certain moods...but it doesn't really -help- his mood to be left alone in such a state of being. More whiskey is sipped from his glass and he breathes in and out a sigh of what can only be ascertained as lament or despair. Perhaps he is bi-polar, but in such a way that he only goes off his rocker when something is really hitting home in a particular way. 'We know the truth behind the biggest lie you're selling to the world, Samael.' 'I know what will be left within the ashes of what you both have built.' His grip on the whiskey glass tightens until he's white knuckled. Until the glass is surely going to break under such pressure from the Devil himself. Though something finds his ears just before it happens, before the pressure reaches maximum potential. His ears flick as the sounds of music find him. Old timey music playing from an old timey radio. Crackling with the waves of sound that - someway, somehow - eases the Devil in that moment. He gives another sigh. Nick zooping through a window that is not the Penthouse's own means Lucifer likely has no idea the Phantasm is anywhere near. Likely will have to wait until the man makes a more tangible appearance.
Sinister	Timing is everything. It turns out that the window swooped through is the one where Sinister is looking over some items that were delivered after he finally found someplace that would provide them. A shopping bag just got handed to him by one of the house keepers in the hotel section of the club and then there's a raven. He stares at the Phantasm for a few long seconds, then takes his bright shiny red bag o' goodies and turns toward the elevator, gliding with elegant steps as he does so. "Style. Poise. Black goes with everything. Come on, you..." he even holds the door open, humming as he does so. And unless there's a complete refusal from the not-a-bird, he presses the button, humming to himself as the lift ascends to the daaaaaaaaaaarkness. DING! He's still humming as he steps out, peering around at the gloom and atmosphere of introspective self-fladulation. "Right. One day, I shall actually master precognition and then I'll be entirely bored all of the time. Far less likely to make mistakes though..." he muses this, strides free and with a glance to the wall sconces, makes the flaming glow just a little more like a warm hearth and less like the pits of solitary hell. He heads to Lucifer in his throne however and clears his throat pertinently, before presenting the bag. Inside? Whifflebats.
Nick	Blink blink. Well. This is apparently not his room. And somehow he ended up where Sinister was hanging out. What. Are. The. Odds? Either way the invite to come was extended. Or was it a summons? Either way, the bird hops after Sinister into the elevator. It isn't until the doors close that the form shifts, bringing back the shadowy form before the shadow fades, the features reverse and Nick stands there in non-descript street clothes and with a bookbag rested upon his shoulders. Conveniently enough, they are dark. "What's going on?" Nick asks during the rise up.
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks a little and shifts just a hairs enough to make it known that he's not completely frozen in place or anything. This is when the sconces burst to life to bring a little more light into the room. Not a lot. Just a little. Perhaps just enough. It's when Nathaniel is at his side and offering a present that Lucifer manages to shift a little bit more to life, taking another deep inhale of breath in but this time it's exhaled slowly. In. Out. Slowly but surely. For some people it's said to help. The gift is taken and the bag opened within which he finds the wifflebats. Wifflebats? Long cylindrical things that are used to hit a plastic hole-y ball. Or pinatas. He thinks he's seen them used for pinatas. And leave it to Nathaniel to bring home something so silly that it causes Lucifer to actually crack a tiny smile. The tiniest. "I can't get his words out of my head." Is all he says in return tho.
Sinister	"Depressed Lucifer," that was the reply to Nick and a hint of the contents of the bag were given. Yep. Whiffle bats. Also good not only for pinatas, but for clobbering one another. These ones are hollow, light and covered in foam in bright colours. They're roughly shaped like swords, too. Foam-whiffle swords. "You let him in. Haven't we been over this a few times? End of the world, fire, brimstone, he's right or he's wrong, but that doesn't stop the right here, right now. Nor does it change that the future isn't written in stone -- and that's according to design, also. Prophecy ain't all it's cracked up to be, but people always interpret them if they come true and say 'oooh, aaah' if they didn't." Sin looks at Nick, then the devil and selects a bright hot pink sword from the bag and takes several steps back, making a 'bring it' gesture as he takes The Position. Bartitsu style. With a whiffle.
Nick	The explanation seems to be sufficient enough. "Ah." When the elevator door opens, and the pair comes out, Nick looks curiously to the wiffle bats being pulled out. Ah. Stress relief time. Nick glances behind him, backing towards a wall before he slides off his bookbag, letting it set on the floor with a clunk. Nick chuckles, "Alright." It's been awhile since he got to spar with someone. Nerfed or not. Looking to the pile, Nick sorts through the various colors and styles before pulling up a pair of electric blue swords that seem just a few inches over 2 feet apiece. Nick presses on the side of one of the 'blades', checking the bend before checking the other. There's a glance to Sinister's positioning before he sets one of them down. He steps back, leaving the rest for Lucifer to pick through.
Lucifer	"You say that like I let him in on purpose..." Lucifer barks this towards Nathaniel before huffing out a little and then looks to the pile of swords at his feet now. Another little smirk finds his lips as Nathaniel picks a pink one and Nick an electric blue. Setting his whiskey down, he shifts to stand from the throne and leans over to pick one that is blood red in color. Swinging it a few times he steps aside from the chair and looks between Nick and Nathaniel. It's Nathaniel's who has made the beckoning 'bring it' motion and so that is where Lucifer's attention stays for a minute. Twirling the sword around a couple more times before he takes his own stance and it's a stand off between the three of them. Lucifer, however, is obviously in a mood and this mood is going to cause him to be the first to lunge at Nathaniel, bringing the sword up and around to try and strike against the man's left arm.
Sinister	WHIFF! Thonk. "Engarde. You're supposed to say 'tally ho' or 'NOT THE FACE!' or something..." Nathaniel it seems, is entirely going to milk the silly counterpoint to the dark mood for all that it's worth. But then, there's an "OhhH! OHhhhh, I'm shot through! Dead. I am dead." And falls over backwards in a death swoon. This though, if one was not already aware, is a feint. Not a faint. Although it probably would be better off as the latter, but he aims the whiffle at knees. Anyone's knees. Both knees. All four in a whop-whop, chop-chop flail. "Remind me not to take a stagedive before I've checked if there's a rogue slipper on the floor, would you?" Is muttered as he rolls, nay writhes to a crouch, the sword held menacingly like a Schwartz for a moment where he's getting his feet together. Yep, rogue slipper. Right there where he'd landed. He kicks THAT aside... "Well, no, not on purpose, but he knows your buttons, Luci. That doesn't make him any more right, he's just callous and mean spirited and oh my GAWDS I am actually saying that..." trailing off, he calls another hot pink rod o' doom to hand by mind.
Nick	It's a good thing Lucifer went straight for Sinister as it helps set the general theme of the ...*ahem* battle. Nick hops up to avoid the the strike to the knees but as he comes down, he ends up back stepping a little. When he sees Sinister call forward a second bat to hand, the musician rushes over to the pile to snatch up the previously discarded second sword. The sticks are shifted, positioning mirroring what Betsy encountered during her visit to his room. But the expression is much different. While a little focused, it's still greatly reduced. Very well. Dual wield it is. As Sinister was the first to strike his way, Nick's approach more circles Sinister's positioning. While the other two engage, he listens in to the conversation. Piecing together what happened before he had reached the penthouse.
Lucifer	"Oh is that how you want to play it. All fair and square like the olden days, Old Sport?" Lucifer says this and as BOTH of his opponents decide to dual wield, he just swings his sword around once more and looks between the two. "Very well! Have at thee!" And he moves to swing around and aims for Nathaniel's stomach while just at the last minute he calls another sword from the pile - not even caring the color or size - and since he's striking Nathaniel with his left hand, the new sword appears in his right and goes for Nick (tho he will very likely miss Nick). It's the laughter that suddenly comes from Lucifer, letting go of the voices in his head chastizing him over and over and beginning to have silly foam sword fighting fun in his living room. Just...do be mindful of the book cases.
Sinister	"You beggar me sir!" Now, there's only so much you can do when wielding two whiffly swords in a cross-hair to catch something incoming. They're foam. It's about as useful as shovelling the ocean with a seive -- the swords, all of them, bend like they're supposed to do, leaving a whole silly angle of foam menace threatening to 'Impale' both the wielder and the wieldy. "You know, he's bloody good at this swordfighting thing. I think I'm dead. Am I dead again? I think I just got my inguinal artery severed by my own blade. Gosh, that would be a frightfully bad epitaph wouldn't it? Got bent and impaled himself in his groin. Moral: it's not the length but what you do with it that counts..." He's able to do that mad thing where you go matrix style, to avoid at least /one/ escrima whiffle, but as noted: Bendy blades.
Nick	With Nick more focusing upon Sinister for the 'attack' earlier, Lucifer grabbing the second sword is almost missed. Ok fine he did miss it but brightly colored objects swinging towards you does get your attention much quicker. Nick stumbles back, the newly acquired blade just barely knocking what little of Lucifer's sword tip comes his way. Hearing the laugh, Nick smiles in response before he spins around, bringing the other 'blade' towards Sinister. Completing the twirl, the one that sword of diverted Lucifer's strike glides towards Sinister's back.
Lucifer	"What's the matter, Old Sport, has a little death made you weary?" Lucifer says this and then his attention turns towards Nick since his attention is on Sinister. Poor Sinister. Everyone is ganging up on him. Which means Lucifer just might have an advantage to be able to slide away from the fray only to come back up and attempt to dual stab Nick in the back, or at the legs. Whichever he might be able to reach. There's also a wonder as to why no one was really coming after him. "Killing you over and over gets tiring, Sport. We should turn the tides somehow I think..." Some of the lights come on in the Penthouse. Not a lot of them. Mainly in the kitchen...just helping to make the room a little bit brighter. And likely somehow also mimicking the mood Lucifer is in as well.
Sinister	"OOof..." a sword to the back! Skullduggery! Sin lurches dramatically, as if that was a genuine blow, then can but arch brows at the mockery of his hack deathform. "Well, walloping the ones that dared to throw whiffles at you is somewhat par for the course, I would've said. Oooh, good-o..." to the tune of a retaliation, he cheats a little in order to get himself back up and squared; there's a sudden bubble of red energy about him, shielding him from blows as he adjusts his waistcoat and picks up his bent blades, letting them pop back to form. This briefly gives the only two that are the two (not the one in a bubble) who are still in the fight together, unless one is to count a shield as an opponent. "Challenge you say? Mayhap such a thing should be done?" And another cheat, levitating the rest of the foam swords to spin and dance in a wall of foamy blades around the bubble as it drops, his own blades surrendered to it with a grin as he folds his arms, "very well then! But I shall be right here, behind my whirling dervish!"
Lucifer	This is a pose holder. It's not that big, and will be deleted soon. But for now, it exists.
Nick	As Lucifer turns to swing the swords Nick's way, the flash of colors does him no service. The musician spins, diving in a manner where the foam of the upper sword grazes his back while the lower sword ends up nearly missing the toe of his shoe. As for where he lands, his leap pitches himself somewhat in Lucifer's direction, allowing for him to roll on the floor. The foam blades stick out like the sharp points on a chariot wheel, One of them smacking into Lucifer's ankle instead.
Lucifer	Lucifer watches as Nathaniel suddenly surrounds himself with that infamous red shield and then further decides to pull every other sword not being used into a whirl of blades around him. As Lucifer's attack manages to strike - but only barely - the musician who then rolls on the floor and pops Lucifer in the ankle just as the man is doing his 2-step tango. One step, another, and he drops his swords juuuust as he disappears and once he reappears behind the dirvish wall, within the red barrier, he's hugging Sin tightly! Because, well, it was a tight fit already!
Sinister	Second. Skin. There's very little room in there and frankly, when you're being hugged tightly by the devil himself, it's a good job that oxygen isn't required. And that bone density is exceptional. All those fun things. "I'm sure you're very welcome, my dearest..." wheezes a little, because: HUG. There's a return of the gesture with a few obligatory pats, also. The foam swords don't drop to the ground, but they do freeze and stop spinning like a mad thing. "I declare the winner of the great whiffle battle to be moot..."
Nick	Nick barely felt the tap of his sword against the ankle but his attention was more focused on ending the roll without landing on the 'blades'. Somehow he manages to slow down enough to where when he comes to a stop, the last of the momentum helps him back to his feet. Turning, he comes to a stop as he watches the two larger figures crammed into the red barrier. When the swords come to a stop, he pauses as well, weapons still up until the battle is declared to be done. The swords lower. "That was fun."
Lucifer	Lucifer grins. Kind of. "Thank you." He says this, after the fact, but none the less. He then teleports out of the barrier and takes a couple breaths - not that they're needed really - but that was a tight fit. "Aye, was very fun. Silly, candid, random fun. Really did help." Nodding with that and then he looks to the barrier sword-walled Nathaniel. His own swords were already discarded so he is completely unarmed. "So... drinks anyone?" Asking this as he turns and heads towards his whiskey bar. There are a few other liquors than whiskey, but whiskey is it's main fare.
Sinister	"Never underestimate the power of the whiffle..." Sin chuckles as the disengagement happens all around, the dervish of blade wall neatly stacking itself in a pile as the barrier falls with it, so that he might put all the whiffles back in the bag he got them from. Maria the housekeeper will likely be relieved she doesn't have to get a whole new set for the innumerate grandkids and nephews at the family barbeques, right? Right. "I will have whatever you're making --" he contemplates as his tobacco pouch is withdrawn from his jacket and a smoke is prepared and trimmed, looking thoughtful as he licks the paper to seal it. "Soooooo.... the next question of the moment, now that the bubble has burst, is what was it that niggled in deep? It needs be kicked like a deflated ball."
Nick	Nick walks over to surrender his foam weapons. "A drink sounds good." He accepts, setting the blue sticks onto the pile. "And whatever you two are having..." with the exception of...? ... Oh ok. "I'm also curious to why you have so many of these bats."
Lucifer	Lucifer slips behind the bar - comfortable in that skin of course - and sets three glasses on the bartop. They're each filled with a spherical ice ball and then filled with whiskey. A high end label that he feels is fitting for such an occassion. The question Nathaniel poses has him pausing for a moment, looking up in such a way his eyes might seem a lot darker than normal. "He said I was selling the world a lie...and that whole bit about...knowing what will be left in the ashes of us..." Finishing the pouring of the glasses, by the time he looks up, he's all smiles again. "Come. Drink. Perhaps we can -not- focus on the words of an asshole for now... wouldn't want to ruin the mood you've brought to the night, my love." As far as why so many bats? Only Nathaniel can answer that one.
Sinister	"Ooooh," tapping the side of his nose mysteriously, Sinister gives a sage nod, then a rare smirk for Nick's inquiry. "One can never have too many whiffles. You have to be able to coordinate..." deadpan. Pause, beat. "Actually, they're not mine. They belong to one of our housekeepers who has a -very- large family out of Colombia. Occasionally, distractions and pinatas need to happen..." another pause as he muses on the bag. "I shall stuff the bag with a small bonus later, I think, when I return it." Perching on the edge of the bar, taking a good look at the whiskey on the rocks and up at Lucifer beneath his brows. He hazards a sidelong look to the Phantasm with it, then settles on examining the glass. "And as noted, as an encore, he pulls hair and kicks shins, takes his ball and goes home. Siblings, am I correct?"
Nick	Nick arcs a brow at the summary of what Michael said. "...Well that's certainly a bit overdramatic." Nick makes his way over to collect his drink. Having dropped his ability in the elevator, he doesn't have to do any transition here in order to drink. "How fortunate she kept such a collection on the grounds." He pauses, considering, "Live in housekeeping?" He sets the glass down. "...Well, I wouldn't know from Lucifer's vantage point. Any siblings I have are of the adopted variety." He pauses, considering his words. "Not in the legal sense." He clarifies.
Lucifer	"Michael just knows what to say to get under my skin. I pride myself in being one who does not lie. Ever. So of course it's a good idea to accuse me of such, and on a scale of grandeur." Lucifer allows, taking up his own drink to have a sip. He then procures a cigarette of his own out of his silver case kept in a pocket. Cigarette lit, he pulls a drag and blows the smoke upwards. "Also, to surmise the world will burn in ash... is to try and predict just how the great end will be. When the trumpets sound and the choir sings..." He makes a gesture, "According to the Christian religion. It will end in fire, because Father promised it would not end in flood." There's a shrug then before he tilts his head and looks over to Nathaniel. "We have land in Columbia? Or is this just you? I don't recall buying anything there... though it would do wonders... being within range of the greatest export known to the world. I could become the cartel of cartels..."
Sinister	"Well, no, my dear. She works in the hotel downstairs. And Colombians and Venezuelans both, have this knack of pulling all the cousins out of their hats, when asked. And to have the ability to cook a million tamales on very little notice, it's a wonder. I spoke to her when I left this morning, to get a few things done and plot -- once I'd asked her to rouse the family." Roll up set to rights, he enjoys the unrefined, damper tobacco as the ice cools his whiskey down. There's thought. "I think the world is liable to end in a fizzle, not a bang. But it won't be the end, because not everyone's on the same page. We'll end up on different planets, waiting for the universe to renew itself." Another pause for thought. "I think I might just be a little antisocial, overall. I suspect I could have adopted family, over the years. It never seemed fruitful. Plus, I just didn't care."
Nick	"Well, One potential end to humankind comes in the form of time traveling killer robots so Fire's definitely not the only option." Nick comments, pausing to sip his drink. He shrugs, "But being I haven't seen any of those pop up recently I think the asteroid's still the main concern at the moment. Oh and I'm sure another possibility are the Brood. Or we could be knocked to a less than habitable orbit around the sun. Famine...Um... Well, not just fire."
Lucifer	Lucifer glances between the two and then shakes his head with a chuckle. "Right, but I am the King of Hell. I command fire. So when he talks of lies and ash... he's trying to say that I will likely be the demise of the world. Which... truth be told... is just a bit bigger than my shoulders I think." A chuckle from him as he sips whiskey and smokes his cigarette. "Anyway. Thank you both for helping pull me out of that stupor. They're rare... but obviously still happen." He takes in a breath and then nods. The night likely continues with drinking and discussing all the possible ways the world will meet it's end. Including with Terminators.