Owner	Pose
Sinister	A little while ago, Sinister did a favour for a contract killer with a hair-trigger and occasional cannibal tendancies. He also did things to the mad cat's mind. Fast forward several days, to inventory in Lux. It's always on a monday or a tuesday, because it's just that much deader than deadonia in the place. Monday is only rarely a big sell. But whilst demon staff count bottles and caskets, Sinister has one of his favourite little nooks set up with several computers, coffee, whiskey, cognac, smokes and a lot of wires that he has apparently got plugged -into- himself. Electrodes are inserted bodily into his left forearm, where he stares at the screens in front of him. He sent out notifications. Dossiers to Hitmen. And 'Alright, I think I might have figured out what the stone-worshipping arseholes actually -are-' to other individuals. "One of these days, I will invent a machine that allows me to look at past events. It will be grand. And it will not be in any way, shape or form, universe destroying..." he glances between the screens with narrowed eyes and pressed lips. "It would make some things a LOT easier."
Nick Drago	As time has gone by since having to deal with several letter organizations, Nick is gradually starting to relax a bit. It also doesn't hurt that he has several places to crash at. Tonight he opted to spend his evening at the Lux. Freshly showered after a quick stop to his room, the rock star now makes his way down to the club level. Sure it's inventory night. But that also means he's not booked to perform that night. Ding! The elevator doors part open granting him access to the club level.
Victor Creed	For someone that is six and a half feet tall, Victor Creed can be incredibly stealthy when he wants to. At least this time he bypassed the very nice new lock cleanly, rather than just severing it. And it's not that hard to slip around the very-clearly-not-human servitors that are counting bottles and taking inventory. Today he's upped his fashion game, foregoing the wifebeater and denim and combat boots for a nice gray suit, tailored expertly for his size, and dark leather dress shoes. Somehow he's just that good that he can walk silently in dress shoes. Possibly adjusted to accomodate his claws. Hard to say. "Well goddamned, Sinister. You routinely plug shit into yourself or are you just happy to see me?" he asked with a menacing grin.
Lucifer	Lucifer is following around some of the demonkin who are taking inventory, noting anything that they remark is going low or they're out of. The weekend can really clean them out. It will take most the week to re-stock on everything just in time for the weekend to hit once more. Of course, he's openly using his ability to move from one spot to the other as quick as a blink of the eyes to talk with each one doing inventory. The elevator dinging grabs his attention and he looks up and over to spy a Nick coming into the club proper. He lifts a hand to raise in greeting. "Nick. How are you? Did you stay at the hotel last night?" Asking this because he doesn't remember Nick coming in - but the man has access that few others not himself and Sinister do. This includes a key. A thing which Victor does not have and apparently has decided he will simply let himself in, his own way, when he comes to visit. A brief glance over towards where he knows Sinister is, suddenly seeing Victor there and he shakes his head. His attention goes back to Nick. "Talk to Wade lately?" About performances. And possible financial compensation given.
Sinister	Red eyes flick up, a thing only really known by the shape of their lids, he doesn't exactly reply -- there's no words, just a blink, a look at his arm and a look back up again with a slowly arching eyebrow. "Victor, you're going to have to explain that one to me. Use small words. I'm dumb as a brick..." he deadpans, gesturing at the monitors he's observing. "I am quite literally plugged into the dark web. This is much quicker, just getting my own neurones to do the hard work. Better on eye strain. Less likely to hit disturbing german porn." He glances up again, looking over the suit, the presentation, the smile, then gesture at the alcove seating arrangements he's accosted. "Lucifer," he calls out louder than just a conversational tone "...he didn't break the lock this time at least." Then with a wide, shit-eating grin of his own, he looks back at the blond giant, straight in the eye. "I need to install a cat flap for you, -clearly-."
Nick Drago	"Not last night." A freshly showered Nick states, giving a bit of a smile to Lucifer in greeting. The key was helpful for getting in without having to abuse other abilities. "But I came in early today. Had a day off, thought I could take advantage of the quiet here and hang out." In the musician's hand is a notebook, one that's been pulled out several times before whenever inspiration struck. "And yes, spoke with him yesterday about a few offers that came around the same time. Seems that producer I ran into when out with Betsy followed through with an offer." Hearing Sinister call out to Lucifer, Nick turns his head to look in the direction of the doctor, and consequently the large blond near him. The...familiar looking- "-fuck." Nick mutters.
Victor Creed	Victor didn't bother responding right away to the interloper. Taking your eye off Essex was a good way to have bad things happen to you. "Busted my phone. Heard you were going to be sending instructions out. Figured I'd come to the source, see what's what." he said. Then, and only then, did Victor turn to look over at Nick. "Hey. I remember you. You're the twerp from a few years back, got in the way of one of my targets. Not smart, kid." he said. "Not smart at all."
Lucifer	"Now now. I have one rule in this place, Mister Creed, and that is a strong rule against harming those within these four walls. I take in villains and shady folk all the time, but also heroes, heroines - the females, not the drug - and...well as you can likely smell. All sorts of people and creatures. Handle your affairs outside my place. This is the only warning you will get." Lucifer says this first towards Victor as how the man speaks could clearly be taken as a threat right? Right. Not to mention Nick's general reaction when he turned to see the man. Bad blood there somehow. But that won't be handled within these walls. "Well at least there's that. He's gotten smarter in the last couple days. I suppose now I won't have to bill him for busting through my door." There's a smirk then before his attention goes back to Nick once more. "Oh? Well that's wonderful. Wade has yet to send me an itenerary but if you being in some sort of movie or show tightens your schedule so you can't play here, that's absolutely fine. Maybe I'll see William and find out if Five Times Novel is open to playing again. Or.. other sources.. you know how it is." Showbiz and all he means.
Sinister	"You know, if you're going to use that as an excuse, I'll just have to wire a communications array into your basal ganglia. Then you'll start picking up porn if you get scrambled by an EMP..." Sinister clucks his tongue and gestures again at the seating arrangement. "I won't ask again, Victor..." he says this calmly -- but does indeed, stare at one of the screens a moment, then over at Nick and Lucifer. Judicious thought transpires, before he flings his right hand out to the stage area, twirling his index finger silently at thin air: The lights obey him, the strobes, the microphones, the things in the wall that make this place somewhat more than just a high security night club. A holo image forms, of a ruin in the Indian/pakistani jungle, looking a lot like a palace. The jungle's claimed it. But there's also villages in the vale below and a small city from the images of lights. "I'll make a fische of the coordinates, security that I'm pulling up..." he narrows his eyes "...not sure entirely how to take out multiple targets at the moment, but that's what the underworld is for." And like segues are par for the course: "Victor, Nick is under -my- protection. Much like you occasionally are."
Nick Drago	If there was any hope that he had been forgotten, that was dashed when Victor made mention of how he remembered him. Oh so he did make an impression. Great. Just great. When was that?...That guy in the red flappy mask just kept showing up around him and stuff just went all sorts of wrong- actually he was there for this incident as well. Ah. Between the attempted kidnapping and when he found Punisher in the condo with a grenade in hand. "Ah well that year was kind of going to shit, anyways." Nick admits, "Plus you didn't really give much time to contemplate the pros and cons of taking action." Hearing the general cautions coming from both Lucifer and Sinister before a hologram starts popping up. He turns his head away to give the pair a bit of privacy. "...I came at a bad time, didn't I?"
Victor Creed	Vic just shrugged. "No desire to hurt the twerp. No percentage, no benefit to me." he pointed out with a shrug of his impressive shoulders. But if he should catch the twerp outside, well, all bets were off. So he turned his attention to the hologram, looking at it. "Nasty part of the world. Lotta hate. Reminds me of home, back in the day. Ah, Alberta in the 19th century. Funtimes. "Just need a way in, a way back out, and who ultimately you want dead. Supplies can't hurt, rather than make me hump it all in on my back." he said as me studied the holo-map. "Thinking dustoff and evac via chopper, or a stealth approach in on foot?"
Lucifer	Lucifer shakes his head. "Victor showed up a couple nights ago. Broke the lock on the front door - which is why it looked replaced - and came to have a talk with Sinister. Some stuff was done. Apparently Victor needed some things in his brain unscrambled..." Lucifer offers to Nick, whom he's now standing near if only so he doesn't have to shout across the room. Looking over at the lights and such as Sinister manipulates them to show something, he shrugs and then glances to Nick again. "Sinister did it. For a price, of course. Which is what Victor is apparently back here to get more information about. He's doing a job for Sinister. Which, I suppose, makes him Sin's bitch for the time being..." He grins then. "Oh. And then there's the daddy issues. Don't -even- get me started on those that -I- was inclined to remember once I found out what his name was. Oh and let me tell you about the -screams- I pulled from that bastard when I told him how his son is still alive and well. Claws, fangs and all..."
Sinister	"Not a bad time, Nick. Just an awkward one -- " Sinister comments, then sucks on his cheeks as Lucifer looks at the button, checks left and right, grins like the cheshire cat and presses it repeatedly. He wouldn't be the devil if he didn't. "I can do insertion and extraction, without issue. Give me a list of wanna-haves and essentials before you take off again and I will arrange it." But then there's another sucking on his cheeks. "I have only two names -- Aditu Sharma and Makhesh Singh. They're dark web agents that arranged for the trade of a particular stone not that long ago, relatively speaking. It resulted in some disturbing but interesting observations when it was purchased to a purpose and did what it does. They may have more. I want them. All of them. They look like this." -- the holoimage shifts a little to show a rotating river-stone, except rather dark in hue and slightly metallic. It's perfectly oval and about three inches by one and a half inches. If one were disinclined to being charitable, it does resemble a lithological suppository. "But I think this is the base area of the cult of the Thugee that control those stones. And THIS took me a lot of time to get my hands on..." He flicks his hand at the image, directs everyone's attention to it. It's a bit of a blurry image, captured on humid-addled somewhat older security camera. A figure, probably as tall as Victor is, maybe a bit taller and it's grey in colour. Mostly humanoid, except for fangs that put Sabretooth's to shame, pointed ears and skin covered in glowing red sanscrit. The glow foxes the outline all the more. A short video clip of it eviscerating an entire gang of villagers armed with submachine guns can be seen. "Might be a BIT of a challenge. That's what the cult worships. Dead would be fantastic. I think there's more than one of them though. I at least want -one- of them. That's your target... the leads may well be hiding the damn thing."
Nick Drago	Nick's glance adjusts as Lucifer moves closer to him. While Sinister goes over the nature of the agreement he has with Victor, Nick gets the cliffs notes from the club owner. A brow lifts to the detailing of the mention of daddy issues and the mention of screams from a discussion had with the father. "...Was the discussion in club or..." Nick purposefully glances downwards, "...elsewhere?" Glancing over in time to see the footage of the creature tearing apart villagers. Nick blinks. "Yep. Bad time indeed." He agrees, looking back over to Lucifer, opting not to watch the rest of the footage. Seems like some sort of... invasive species type of issue.
Victor Creed	It's probably a good thing that Victor is not terribly up on pop culture, let alone Indiana Jones. "Gimme a pen and some paper, I'll get you that list." he promised as he looked over the objectives. "Nice thing about being off the leash is that if the natives get uppity, I can enjoy myself." he said with a grin. At least _he_ wouldn't need medical attention, given his gifts. "Oh, and if these fancy rocks turn out to be Infinity Stones or some shit like that, it's gonna cost you extra." he warned. "Got any way to contain their shit once I retrieve them?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. "Or is that why you need Sabretooth, so if these rocks try to tear me apart I'm more likely than most to live through it?"
Lucifer	"Well the discussion between Victor and Sinister happened in the club. Victor's father is dead, you see. Killed by Victor's own hand. Daddy dearest happens to be in hell. Which is where he did the screaming." Lucifer explains further to Nick while his gaze shifts to the hologram Sinister is showing. It takes a moment. A very long moment. After the creature is showing tearing apart villagers and Sinister is explaining what he wants from Creed. If the Devil could pale - this is the moment he does it in. "Well fuck me..." He says quietly and then shakes his head. "It's a very good thing I'm not the one being sent after that...creature..." Then other words start to register in his mind and his ears flick a bit. It's here that he goes silent, eyes stuck on the hologram even if the image has gone away. He stares at where it was. Century or so ago was the last time he'd seen one of those. Even then he gave them a wide bearth - and with good reason. "Who the hell brings back the Rakshaza?" He finally mutters.
Sinister	"The cult of Apophis, it seems..." Sinister replies to Lucifer's extrapolation and elaboration. "That /is/ what it is then? I wasn't sure. There's only artwork to go by." He glances to the place where the video is no longer playing, then back to Sabretooth. "Contain. Oh, yes. I do. I have a small stasis container. Make sure they go in there and do not touch them with your bare skin. Gloves are -a must-, Victor. You, my dear boy, would be an absolute feast to one of those stones." ??? Well, that's not reassuring at all. There is a wrinkle of the nose at the request for paper and pen, but with a sigh, he produces some printer paper and a ballpoint from one of the laptop case. The disdain for it is metered by the thump of the pen to the surface. After all, he managed to get with the twenty first century, by hook and by crook. Looking over at Nick and Lucifer then, he presses his lips together. "Is there anything in particular that would be good to know about handling one of those things?" he asks the devil.
Nick Drago	"Ah." To someone not that familiar with the gathered group, such a response may require more of a reaction but, Nick's had time to adjust. "So a bit of column A and a bit of column B." With the information given, he makes a small leap to a conclusion, "Considering that, I take it he wasn't really in the running for father of the year." Messed up families. Seems to be a theme. Hearing the request for pen and paper, Nick holds up his notepad, about to offer before he sees Sin move over to a source of much larger paper. The notepad lowers. To the mention of the cult's name, Nick turns his head around to look to Sinister, "The Meteor cult?" Are these people just going around COLLECTING apocalypses for the hell of it? He looks over to Victor, "...As an aside, don't try eating it either." Should he explain? Nah. He'll let one of the other two have the fun of that.
Victor Creed	Vic took up the pen as best he could and started to scratch out a list. His penmenship was surprisingly good for a man with claws - probably a legacy of Uncle Sam and operator school. It was also probably a good thing that Victor wasn't up on the local folklore - or, for that matter, the D&D Monster Manual. As the reference to a rakshasa went right over his head. Given how he was off the leash, his supplies list was mostly food, water, and a truly startling amount of guns and ammo. LOTS of guns. Enough guns to make Neo smile.