16600/Lucifer's Angst

Lucifer's Angst
Date of Scene:	02 November 2024
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	The Lux Trio discuss plans, enlist help, and come up with a viable path to pacify Azazel.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Phantasm (Drago), Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
The time at the Crossroads has come and gone. Time works differently in the spot where all roads lead. So it could be a couple hours, it could be a couple days, but eventually at some point in time there comes a plume of smoke in the middle of the living room at the Penthouse. It's that telling scent of sulfur what proves the source of the smoke itself as soon a Lucifer and a Nick appear in the midst of the plume.

Lucifer looks tired. Worn. And in a few ways he might even look defeated. Feeling no closer now to some sort of compromise than he did the last time he and Azazel met face to face. When the angel looked him in the eye and told him not to come after him. Azazel would come to Lucifer. Sure, there were some things said. Points made. A sort of promise given - unless Lucifer meddles.

There were also bits that Azazel said that have hit Lucifer closer to home than he would like to admit. Has the Devil really gone soft after all these years? Is he really letting things slide in moments he wouldn't have before? These are the questions that plague him as he walks over to the couch and simply....flops.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The amount of time that passed currently remains a mystery to Nick as he pops back over. The mirrored musician instead glances around. "...do you guys have any kleenex?"

An odd question indeed but considering the residents, the likelihood of them getting colds seems kind of low.

Sinister has posed:
"In the ornaments that look like guilded puzzle boxes. You just need to take the top off," because you never know when a tissue would be very helpful. Once perhaps, there might not have been any, but since cohabitation began and the monstrous geneticist has taken residence, these little things have popped up. There's also such things as guest towels.

Emerging from the lab, Sin has his sleeves rolled up, gazing over at the pair's return without saying a word, his hair tied back in a tail with an unfortunately bright pink scrunchie.

Without even looking, or action, the kettle clicks on, after having filled itself and a trio of glasses, whiskey, cognac and a can of chilled guiness float on over from the bar fridge.

Lucifer has posed:
Whiskey is plucked from the tray as soon as it comes into Lucifer's reach before it likely settles on the coffee table. The Devil then floats his cigarette case to him from wherever it was tucked away at. A cigarette taken - two actually - lit by a snap of his fingers and then he floats one of them over towards Nathaniel. "He got smacked by the Metatron... because Azazel decided to piss him off. The Metatron, not Nick." Lucifer explains while he remains in his flopped formation. Whiskey floating next to him while he takes a puff of cigarette. There's not much more he's really at want to say - perhaps just waiting for specific questions he could give answers to.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With the location of the kleenex disclosed, Nick strides over to it to pop off the lid. Reaching in, he plucks out one. There's a pause before the hand goes in three more time. Pluck. Pluck. Pluck. Armed appropriately, Nick steps away slightly, keeping his back to the couple.

There's a shift to the form, righting itself before the a slight metallic scent becomes present. "...Bad part is we initially blamed Azazel for it."

Sinister has posed:
"That somehow seems ironically apt," Sinister responds in a mild tone, sniffing the air at the phase over and tissue appropriation, turning his gaze onto the Fallen one that just landed splat on the couch by his posture. There's an exchange back and forth with his attention for a moment, then he walks himself over to the short portion of the 'L' on the couch and sits with his back to the cushions, legs swung up. His lap becomes an inviting pillow with a pat-pat of the hand.

The cigarette that was lit and floated to him is flicked and dragged upon, the ash floating to the hearth. It afterwards drifts up in an aesthetic corkscrew from the cherry.

"How do we feel about all of this?" carefully asked after a pause.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks a couple times and then shifts to rest his head on the lap-pillow as it is offered. Blue eyes look up at Nathaniel for a lingering moment before he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "It amounted to nothing. Maybe a singular point here and there but overall... an epic fail." He offers this before taking another drag off the cigarette. Then his gaze shifts over towards Nick. "Does it feel like only a few busted vessels or do you think your nose is worse for wear? You could use a feather if you need one." He offers this, mostly because he feels guilty that it happened.

In truth he likely shouldn't have taken Nick along...but there was something about having him there that also felt as right as it did wrong.

Lucifer won't speak on what ails his mind. Nathaniel's a good enough telepath to know that there are questions swirling in the Devil's head that will plague him until he's convinced himself of an answer one way or another. The things Azazel accused him of being. Soft. Different. Wasn't he also asked if he had his head up his own ass? He can't truly recall but he feels like that was also mentioned. Azazel did well at plaguing Lucifer with self-doubt.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"M nah aniking." Nick replies back to the question, head tilted forward as he holds the tissue up to catch the blood. "sa smlleed. Giv it a fw."

Speaking with the nose, and to some extent, mouth, covered appears to mess with how words sound. Weeeirrd.

There's a pause as Sinister's question is considered. "I ffl ik an ahh. Id hayedtit ff ay ot ccused of umthin ay dnt oo."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
For the telepaths in the audience: I'm not panicking. It's a small bleed. Give it a few. I feel like an ass. I'd hate it if I got accused of something I didn't do.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister begins indulging the devil in something of an english facial massage and scalp scratch. Such things are soothing and can help a person relax and/or think. "No road is completely straight. Even the romans zigzagged from city to city..." he observes to this "...to think a resolution could come on a single stand, given millenia of what came between then and now, is probably wishful thinking."

He does have a point.

Sniffing the air again, for that scent of blood, Sin observes Nick for a few moments whilst fingers find hair roots and rub tension from the temples. The nod seems satisfactory.

"I suppose though, it can also be said that stereotypes exist for a reason and predication is how we learn how to make sound judgements. I tend to agree though. In the past, I've had a mixed reaction to those kinds of accusations, but..." another pause, measured with a glance down at the devil beneath him.

"So why are you in a tizzy? If things aren't true, you shrug it off. If they have some merit, you get all tied up. What has you all knickertwisted, love?"

Lucifer has posed:
"He said the same things to me when I met him in the tomb." Tomb. Prison. Cave. All the same in the end of things. "That I've gotten soft. Changed. He's even accused me of forgetting things. I've gone over all the eons in my head. I can't place what he's talking about or referring to. And I don't think I've become soft... but even you have mentioned that I've changed. I thought for the good. What if it's not?"

The treatment of hand in hair is relaxing, and it likely does help a bit. "I still make deals. I still punish the wicked. I stand up for what I believe in. For those I love. He hasn't a clue...having been locked up all this time. Yet if I threw that in his face..." Hell help him then. "But what if it's true. What if I have become soft? Has my time on Earth truly changed me that much even someone who hasn't seen me for eons can tell?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick lifts up the kleenex, looking to the blot of red that's soaked into the tissue. "I don't know what you were like back then. But I think you're fine as you are now. Also...Not surprised you might have forgotten something. Plenty of living. Lots of stuff to remember and learn."

Feeling a moisture trickle upon his upper lip, he frowns, tilting his head forward once again and bring the kleenex back to his nose. "Feffl remmmer iffrenneee."**

**People remember differently.

Sinister has posed:
"Memory is subjective, not objective. History is problematic that way..." the soothings continue, rubbing gently at the devil's third eye. "I suspect that you're attempting objectivity when subjectivity is being the extreme at the moment. From Azazel's perspective, I imagine that he's still gunning for a protracted victory, or whatever else prompted him to find a way around it all. But he's probably been thinking about that and what he'd do, for the eternity you've been doing everything else. His personal growth has likely been rather more psychopathic, whereas you..." rub rub, smile.

"Unless you don't /like/ who you've become? I imagine that's a stretch to say that. Mercy isn't just for the weak and the pious. It can be a definition of character."

Glancing to Nick again, Sinister inhales, then blinks. The nosebleed will stop rather suddenly. Telekinetic capillary pinching.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gets a pensive look on his face that doesn't last long thanks to Nathaniel's continued efforts at relaxing him. After a moment he sighs. "You both are right. I know you are. But I do tend to take stock in how people perceive me. It's a fault of mine. I am happy with how I am now. Who I am now. What I've become in the face of everything I and we have been through. Maybe it was silly of me to think we'd come to terms at the first meeting. He still has a lot of his own issues to deal with. He's also very pissed at Michael. And the Metatron. And a few others. He's threatened his wrath and vengence. Though I have no bloody clue how he figures he'll be able to enact it."

There's a shrug after a moment and only a bit of sitting up so he could claim his whiskey for a couple swallows. "At least he promised not to harm innocents."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Pinching or not, with the way the kleenex is set to catch any blood that comes out, Nick is not aware of any stopping yet. "Iii maaak sins aah hh ee annry. ut ii ight ee or at eee-"

Oh dammit.

Nick lowers the kleenex, risking the bleed again to speak normally. "It'd make sense he'd be angry. But it might be that that talk is more of a defense. When you're outnumbered, sometimes talking up your game gets you the space you need to breathe."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister finishes off his cigarette and pinches it out, floating it with a thought to the flames of the hearth. He turns both hands to stroking Lucifer's hair, one hand after another, with fingernails added for a little spice. He looks over at Nick again, smiles crookedly to himself as the man risks and will be rewarded with a lack of epistaxis.

"When you believe you're alone in your actions and the only one you can rely upon is yourself, you get rather creative. Nick and I both know that... you Luci, have had a little different of an experience. Whilst you've been alone, you've also had the armies of hell with you, doing bidding here and there. There's a lot of them." He twists lips to the side. "So, when you say such things, it sets -my- mind off, as to how I'd achieve my ends, if my ends involved things I couldn't stand a chance at, all on my own. I'd start by figuring out how to hit them where it /really/ hurts... and how to make it appear contrary to what they expect."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer finally smiles, a genuine thing, then his eyes roll into the back of his head for a moment as Nathaniel adds a second hand to the workings on his own skull. "All of that makes sense. It really does. I hate that I let comments like the ones Azazel made get under my skin, cause I often know they're not true. Maybe once upon a time...but not now. As much as I had hoped to have him see that...he wants to remain blind for now. I'll have to rip the wool from his eyes sooner rather than later, I fear, however."

This is said and then he looks over to Nick once more. "If your nose is still bleeding, please use one of the feathers. Who knows what the Metatron's voice really did to you since you heard the Voice before you phantasm'd. The feather should heal it all..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
To the suggestion about using a feather, Nick pauses, bringing a cautionary dab to the underside of the nose before checking the fingers. Finding no more blood coming out, he shakes his head, "Thanks but I think it stopped now."

The musician frowns, "...As isolated as we might have felt at points...I think we could easily argue that Azazel's had it much worse. But-"

Nick walks over to a trash can to toss the kleenex into it. "The ones apparently pulling the strings on my situation were apparently Clayton and Stuck. And at one point when someone started poking their way, there was sizable backlash. Was Metatron really reacting because Azazel was antagonizing, or because Azazel was hinting at Metatron being his puppeteer and he needed him to stop talking?"

Sinister has posed:
Those healer's hands move from scalp to shoulders, giving the trapezoids a bit of a going at, to ease some of the tension there, too. If Lucifer opens his eyes, there's a flash of a close-lipped smile and a softer expression than Essex usually wears.

Glancing to the windows out into the world after, his hands do not stop their work, even if his expression hardens up again by degrees.

"How likely is it, that you'd be able to get the Metatron talking, Lucifer? I mean, in reality, you're mending bridges, but he's kept himself away from all of that. Besides which, he's not... one of your direct siblings." Elevated human. Pause. Beat.

"I just had a rather pernicious thought." Oh dear.

"Revisionist history is rife in the Christian faith. The purges of the holy word were extensive. When you have versions of a bible, that says volumes. If the falable reflects the infalable and there's entire sects of heretics within your own church, unofficially known, officially unrecognized... is that an active reflection of As Above, so Below?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer considers Nathaniel's question about the Metatron for a moment before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "I doubt that dad's Voice is going to want to speak to me... but maybe in this case it could be something atuned with the enemy of my enemy is my friend..." He offers this and then gives a little smirk at seeing the softened expression on Nathaniel's face. "I love it when you look a bit more human than you like to let on. It suits you." Which he means entirely as a compliment even if it sounds a bit....off.

Then the other thought Nathaniel raises is considered. "Are you asking if things in Hell are...twisted? Different versions of itself?" He smirks. "It's possible. I mean you've seen Hell. Both of you have. It's not this whole lake of fire where everyone is constantly drowning in the flames..." Offering that much as he looks over to Nick after a moment. "Honestly, without getting Metatron's side of the story and issue.... I really wouldn't know what the reaction was to...or for..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Assuming it's the actual story."

There's a pause as the musician considers the situation. Is there a way to really discern who is in the right? Or is it more who is more in the wrong?

Considering matters, he's more inclined to side with the one who didn't try hurting him.

"Is it possible the one who got in conflict with Azazel at the rehearsal was sent over by Metatron?"

Sinister has posed:
"I would think so, Nick."

Sinister smiles his smaller smile again, just for Lucifer and 'mwahs' the air, continuing his shoulder and neck rubbing, for further ease of puttifying the devil.

"There's always multiple sides to a thing, isn't there? But no, my dear.." this to Lucifer "...it's a saying: as above, so below. The mirror of the heavens is how we are supposed to behave. Also, it's older than that, when the heavens literally meant the stars and the reflection of more ancient religions. The pyramids in allignment with Orion, etcetera. But if heaven is not as harmonious as it might be leading us to believing with revisionist history..."

Sinister shrugs. "I wonder if part of the disharmony that is often the case here, is indicative of a permanent, pervasive perversion of how that was supposed to have been. Maybe Azazel knows what is continuing to be... awry?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Generally speaking it's side A, side B, and then the truth. Which is a muddling of both sides plus all the parts that aren't included or intentionally left out." Lucifer offers this and gives a 'mwah' to the air back to Nathaniel. "There's no way to tell, Nick. Unless we find out who it was that tried to catch Azazel while he was there...or I talk to Metatron itself and get an answer there. Or, at the very least, a direction to go towards."

Finally, feeling very much at more ease, Lucifer sits up gently to let Nathaniel sort of know he's done with the massaging. Though he does lean in to give a more physical - however chaste - kiss to the Doctor's cheek. "As above, so below. Yeah...now that I say it in my head and aloud I recall that saying. I also recall the movie. Very thriller-esque. Paris catacombs turning into a descent into Hell itself.." He chuckles then.

"So. It seems like everything is pointing to trying to get audience with the Metatron...which...is easier said than done. And will take a special kind of calling... I almost wonder if Asrael could help...or....I don't know. One of the nicer of my siblings. Raphael perhaps..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It is probably at this point one would expect to hear another voice enter into the conversation. Perhaps a comment at Lucifer's expense or maybe a comment regarding the request.

One would expect that. But that is not the case.

"We could also ask Azazel next time we see him." Nick suggests, "...But might need a different meeting place to avoid interruptions."

Off to the kitchen, there's the soft sound something being opened. Not a cabinet. Not a fridge but the faint sound of metal rubbing against metal followed by a clink.

Standing in the kitchen, Raphael sips from his flask.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's cheeks presses into the kiss, as was the fashion once upon a time. He arranges himself a little more comfortably now, crossing long legs at the ankle and assuming the position of leonine occupancy that is often a thing he does. This is mine, that is mine, this space is mine, this day is mine...

And then, with the mention of sibling assistance, he glances upward with a soft sigh of amusement.

"I probably ought to watch more cinema, but there never seems to be time that couldn't be more productive. Maybe I should leave a clone to melt its brain watching all of the last two centuries..." the click, the sip, involves a nod from the doctor. "Good evening, Raphael. I'd ask if your ears were burning, but I know the answer."

Lucifer has posed:
"I doubt Azazel will be forthcoming. He's holding back information, and more intent on exacting his vengeance than actually coming to a resolution for everything..." Lucifer offers this while glancing towards Nick and then he looks over to Nathaniel. About to say something, when the noise from the kitchen catches his attention and he glances that direction.

"The question isn't really if his ears were burning...but more...how long as he been listening in on this conversation..." This is spoken as Lucifer stands and begins to walk to the kitchen with a point in mind. "Is that a new flask or one of the ones I haven't yet found in this place?" Holding his hand out expectantly with a little grin. "So. You wouldn't have shown up without purpose. Can you help?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Raphael finishes his sip before lifting the flask up on a mock toast to the doctor. The cap is set back on before it's screwed shut. and yet he steps over, reaching into a pocket to extract another one. "I really need to stop losing my things when I visit." Raphael comments, holding out the spare to the sibling. "I was aware you were speaking with each other, but It wasn't until my name was called that I started to focus."

Raphael looks over to Nick who is quietly watching the exchange. A nod is given to him before attention shifts back to Lucifer. "So...What is it that you're asking for help with?"

Sinister has posed:
"Getting the attention, or perhaps an audience with the Metatron, Raphael. I'm not entirely convinced it's a good idea, but that's because my complete lack of precognition is nevertheless twinging. I have a bad feeling about it, is all..." though his name isn't Lucifer, Sinister apparently felt the need to add that in there.

He glances to Lucifer with it, then the fire, staring there a few moments in considerable thought.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer understands Nathaniel's trepidation, but something has to be done and Lucifer cannot stand aside and wait for the inevitable. "I'm sure everyone above right now is fully aware that Azazel escaped. I don't know if he had already been freed from his prison before I went to go check the wards, or if I somehow managed to help aid in his escape without knowing. Either way, he's free...and not in a conventional way either..." He says this, and then he goes on to explain everything. Leaving nothing unturned, left out, as he wanted Raphael to know full well what was at stake here.

"I cannot reason with him. I doubt there is any of us who can. And I don't know how he's pissed off the Metatron or if he really has....and answers are needed. Not wanted. Needed. If we do not gain the upper hand and get Azazel to at least come to his fucking senses and compromise to his existence....I fear what may come of it all."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Considering how I was bleeding earlier, we probably already GOT his attention." Nick mutters.

Raphael glances over to the musician for a few lengthy moments before turning to look between Sinister and Lucifer. "That is a big request." Raphael comments, "I won't make any guarantees, but I could ask. But the real question is- Where do you intend to have this meeting that they'd agree to?"

A glance is given once more to Nick. Seemingly assessing the mostly-human.

He looks back to Lucifer, "If it can be arranged...Maybe don't have him at the meeting. Just in case. Metatron can be just as stubborn as Michael when it comes to certain infractions."

A head tilts in Nick's direction in indication.

"...You do realize I can see that, right?" Nick asks.

Sinister has posed:
"It doesn't matter to them, Nick. They care, but you're also a mortal..." but with it, Sinister's winking. Maybe to take the sting away, maybe to -emphasise- it, who knows with him? A little of column a...

"It's probably also a heavy dose of you apparently giving up the fight that you supposedly fell for, given that the very first thing you did wasn't to slap him on the back and say 'how are you me old mucka' but was to attempt to make sure he didn't get out. Then to chase him if I'm given to understand it?" Sin shrugs "...given he was your lieutennant Lucifer, I'm fairly certain he thinks you belong with Judas."

Lucifer has posed:
"I know it's a big ask, but YOU know that I wouldn't make this request lightly." Lucifer offers this and then takes a breath. "I think...for the sake of respect to the Voice and to make this go as smoothly as possible, it will only be me at the meeting. There should be some sort of neutral ground we could meet. It knows the Crossroads - proven by the hissy fit thrown there." Lucifer uncaps the flask that had been given him and takes a healthy swig of the contents within. Sometimes, a taste of home is desireable.

"I need answers. Help. I cannot do this alone... it took at least three of the Choir to trap him... and even though I wasn't a part of that - obviously - apparently because my imprisonment was so much more open....there's a grudge there to. More of one since he now knows I've been walking the Earth for so long..." He sighs. Drinks from the flask again. "Unless you have any other suggestions..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Raphael nods to Lucifer's decision to go it alone. "That'd probably work. So. You at the crossroads. To cut down on the back and forth, if they agree we'll have them set the time."

Raphael frowns, considering the hints for suggestions. "...Should you run into him again. Maintain a proper bedside manner. He's somewhat the equivalent of a patient who comes out of an extremely long coma. Anger is a given. It is best not to encourage it by arguing over unimportant things."

He looks to his own flask, "...If you can come up with a peaceful resolution. I would not be against it. It has been a long time. And I would rather not repeat the process."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister gives a twitch, a jerk of the cheek in a wince but gives a soft exhale afterwards. "That's it. I think I need a drink..." swinging himself upright, he heads to claim the bottle of cognac he floated over earlier, filling his glass and hunkering over it, elbows over his knees.

"What do you suppose would be a safe distance from all of this, if everything goes further awry? And what would you recommend is done, Raphael? You fought him before, I believe."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks, glancing over in Nathaniel's direction as the man proclaims his need for a drink. He frowns a little, but will wait to address some things once some of the company in the room is gone. "I thought I'd been treating him with great bedside manners. He's the one who kept bringing shit up. Telling me I've grown soft. Don't remember things. Like he's trying to poke and prod at me for a reac--..." Then he sneers a little and sighs. "Anyway. Crossroads. Let me know when Metatron will meet if it agrees to. Thank you, Raphael."

Then he turns, his own flask in hand now stolen by possession being nine tenths of Earth's law. Besides. Raphael knew he wasn't getting it back. He flops back down on the couch, but with a little more ceremony this time. Nathaniel's last question was certainly valid and likely for a few reasons.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick glances over to Raphael curiously as Sinister mentions his involvement with Azazel's capture. It seems- VERY apparent that this was not amongst any of the stories his mom told.

Getting a general sense of being looked at, Raphael glances to Nick for but a moment before looking back to Lucifer. "Luci, I've seen your bedside manner." Raphael chides, "It could use some work."

Raphael looks over to Sinister, "...Resolve it peacefully." He repeats, before looking back over to Lucifer, "And if not. Come up with a better place for him to go. The names might be different but you should still be able to get your three should you call."

By the time Lucifer flops down to the couch, the penthouse is down to One and one fiftieth of an angel.

Nick looks to the empty spot where his patron once was. "So...who were the other two?"

Sinister has posed:
"Michael and Gabriel," Sinister replies, then sighs his breath out, all the way. The cognac is shot back, a refill is taken and he looks up at the corner of the room this time, rather than the fire, eyes narrowed there. "There's very few of those texts left. But just like everything you try and get rid of everything with, there's always one or two bits left behind, seems like." He nurses this drink, letting it hover by his lips to get innundanted with the fumes, then to shoot this one back also. Third one, he actually takes his time with.

Belatedly: "Bye Raphael. At least he was a gifting guest, eh? Oh, good grief, this just does not feel good at all. I didn't even pay any part in the entrapment of the last psychic possessor entity that lurked on this plane, but that didn't go brilliantly either. I believe -he- is still lurking. Almost more powerful now, because he's been completely physically disassociated."

Lucifer has posed:
"It was supposed to feel good?" Lucifer asks, glancing back to Nathaniel as he shoots back his cognac which prompts a brow lift from the Devil. "Why do I suddenly feel like I'm reacting to this less than you are." Truly, Lucifer is panicking, but he's keeping it in. The earlier massage sort of tempered him to where he could remain calm and collected on the outside while his mind played over every. Possible. Outcome.

What's worse than exile? Even he isn't sure. "Find another place for him to go. I suppose I could offer to send him to Mars..." Lucifer chides at Raphael's suggestion for a bit and then thinks on it further. "Different names, but still get my three. What the fuck did he mean by that. Whyyyyy does he have to come and go and be so damned cryptic..." He huffs a moment and then takes another swig from his flask.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I think he basically gave you the leeway to decide where he should go." Nick comments..."Since that's kind of your area now. So maybe...not solitary this time. And...I'm guessing maybe he's not sure about Michael but figures someone else will step up?" Yep. Nick is pretty much guessing based off of the answers Sinister gave him.

It is at this point Nick notices the beer that had been sent his way earlier. "Huh." A hand reaches over to take the can, cracking it open.

Sinister has posed:
"YEs, that. I feel like Raphael was observing that the original three that fought him are liable not to repeat the process. But there's you, Lucifer. And perhaps a couple of others could be persuaded to step up to the plate..." He looks to Lucifer and makes his mouth a small 'moue' of a rose bud "...it was mostly rhetorical." He rubs his forehead, pinches at his eyes.

"I feel as if it'd almost be smarter to piss him off more, make him so riled he doesn't think straight. If he calms down and gets clever, he could have his armageddon very, very easily."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks. "You mean you think I should intentionally piss off Azazel?" Asking this as he looks over to Nathaniel once more and then seems to actually consider it. "So many options. I think I'll start with talking to the Metatron - if it agrees to meet me. Then, depending on how that goes, we'll make our next move. The Crossroads might be seeing a lot more action than it has in a long while, and I'm not sure how I feel about that..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks between the two. Shaking his head. "NO. What happen-"

As Lucifer mentions talking to Metatron first, Nick gestures to him. "Yes. THAT first."

It is an indirect way to get Nick to agree to the plan but going over to essentially kick someone in the emotional gonads from the get go before having the full story on hand seems so so SO much worse.

Nick lets out a sigh of frustration, shaking his head.

This feels like a repeat of Hell's Kitchen.

Sinister has posed:
"I /did/ say almost. Almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades--" Sinister clucks his tongue. "I mean, I don't know what the possessing of someone by Azazel feels like, mentally. Can it -be- subtle, or is it really obvious? There are so many questions that -I- don't know the answers for..." Sin shakes his head, sips the cognac and presses his lips thin. "I just note, if he can do it to just anyone, we have a president with the codes to nuclear winter. We have dictators and ne'er do wells that wouldn't need much nudging from a very potent spirit. Or he could be limited to the weak of will."

He looks across his nose to Nick. "Talk first."

And Lucifer. "And I might go and meditate enough to see if I can listen across north america."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer purses his lips a moment and then gives a sigh. "Right then. I suppose the only thing to do now is wait and see if Metatron will speak with me. Only then will we really know our next step forward. But if it does come down to poking at Azazel. I will hit him where it hurts the most." He says this with ease and then looks between the two others in the room. "I think, for now, I want to contemplate my eyelids..." Standing from his seat then. "I also should reach out to Logan. He might get his night a bit later than he wanted..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well, you could ask the housekeeper he used to speak with me about her experience. Or see if she even remembers it." Nick suggests to Sinister. "But it was very apparent when he left. She just fell to the floor. Also even if he feasibly could, he wouldn't be the only one capable of doing it."

There's probably room for more discussion but it's apparently time for bed. On the bright side, Nick doesn't drive, nor does he need to leave the building so the open can of beer can go with him.

"Alright." Nick gets up, taking the hint to head for the elevators. "Good night."