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Sinister	This is not what one might expect, on this side of a Monday night; a rather tidied up Penthouse, with an angel of Death sitting on the kitchen counter, cross legged and with an enormous firey scythe hanging out in the air beside her. The blaze upon the end is white, the cutting edge itself making up the flickering heat source. She appears to be looking over an old manuscript in her lap. And because this is the angel of Death, Sinister is standing by a pillar, arms folded, looking friendly but a little tense. Because of who she is, most likely... and the fact that she's here, apparently doing something vaguely important. "Are you -sure- I can't get you a nice cup of tea and a biscuit or two?"
Lucifer	Lucifer shifts to walk past Nathaniel, lifting a hand to place on his shoulder and then leans in to whisper something. A smile and a chaste kiss offered to the man's cheek before he then moves forward towards Azrael and her studying the manuscript in her lap. As he shifts closer, he decides to float in the middle of the air in front of Azrael, giving her a little smile while watching her for a moment longer. "You're studying that as if every word is going to mean something different each time you read it. What are you finding out?" Asking this before glancing over towards Nathaniel and then back to his sister dearest.
Nick Drago	It is at this moment it should be pointed out that Nick does not live here all the time. He's got several other places to stay at. Plus he has work and stuff. Yes. He works. Either way, despite the other options, Nick is here now. Well. In the building at least. He did swing by to make sure the tv was still going for Millie. She's got to have access her stories after all. It is at a point in the series where the evil cousin's secretly good but pretending to be the cousin's twin has shot the sibling they were pretending to be in order to save the funds raised for the orphanage facing foreclosure where Nick felt the need to take a walk. It's probably best not to outwardly chortle at a magic mirror's choices for entertainment. Oh no. He saves that for when he's in the elevator heading up to the penthouse. Incoming!
Sinister	Sinister slides half-lidded eyes to the slightly shorter Lucifer and the chaste kiss, catching his chin with a finger for a peck on the lips before release -- and there's a nod with it, heading to the kitchen to be useful with himself. Proper loose leaf, a pot that will be warmed first, a nice pate with precious french and english biscuits of various types, including jammie dodgers. "Sometimes, the parchment changes. It's a frustrating side-effect of me being me," Asrael replies with a sigh, looking up at the appearance of Lucifer and offering a smile with warm dimples. A glance is sent to the elevator and for reasons known better to herself, she slips her hood up, becoming a taller, shadowy version of scythe and robe. 'Tis a thing, to be obfuscated... but she does not vanish. "Events change the outcomes of prophecy, destiny, fate and choice, chance and happenstance."
Lucifer	"Would it be easier for me to look through it? So long as you, you know, tell me what it is we're looking for?" Lucifer asks this of his sister while eyes shift over to the kitchen to watch as Nathaniel prattles around to be 'useful'. Mannerisms sometimes cannot die, and he knows Nathaniel hates just sort of standing or sitting around doing nothing while things are going on. When Asrael pulls up her hood and gets a bit taller and more shadowed, his gaze then shifts to the elevator. "Ah. The not-so-distant nephew is coming..." How does he know this? Instinct perhaps. He's no telepath or anything. Maybe it's just angelic senses tingling as he approaches. His attention finally turns towards Asrael once more. "Do we not know who it is we're looking for? Or is it more how they managed to escape without detection of most sorts?"
Nick Drago	Ding! As the doors part ways granting Nick access to the Penthouse. Nick turns his head to look to the gathering. "Evening!" He greets, pausing as he sees a non Sin or Lucifer figure amongst the numbers. Hood? Check. Scythe? Check. Processing... Nick smiles to the death figure. "Hey!" A curious glance to Lucifer and Sin. "Mac and Cheese night?"
Sinister	It is a truth, Sinister does dislike having idle hands; they make mischief you know. A spot of tea sorting is occurring now, for there is an art to proper tea selection, much as there is to alcoholic mixology. "Good evening, Nick..." -- Asrael's voice does have an echo with her hood up -- like it's coming from a world apart. "I do not think that you can read this, even with Father's gifts..." she holds up the paper, showing the script melting into what looks like swirls of sand in an hourglass. "...I call it the kick in the shins from Duty." It's odd to hear the Angel of Death clucking her tongue and blowing a soft raspberry. From the kitchen "...I could be persuaded of some light nibbles, but she's a tad distracted and didn't even appear to want tea." Which in the grand scheme of things, is anathema to the Englishman. "I am not sure who it is. The words are entirely.. elusive." Pause. "Are there any brownies?" There probably could be.
Nick Drago	Nick blinks at the mention of brownies. He hadn't been thinking about that before but... He certainly is now. "Oooh. That IS a good idea."
Lucifer	Lucifer eyes the book as it is shown to him, all the swirls and such being something that he cannot read. "Ugh. It would be like Father to put that sort of limitation on us..." He quips gently and then shifts so that he's footed back on the floor and shifts towards the kitchen. "I do believe we have brownies. I do not think this is going to be a mac and cheese night. Asrael is here more on a dutiful call than just hanging out having fun..." He explains this to Nick as the man comes in, giving him a smile all the same. "But we can plan for such soon. How are you, Nick?" This is asked and then he shifts and opens the fridge door and searches from top to bottom before he delights and grabs a pan from the fridge itself. "Here we are. Brownies. Tea. And still... those tinned biscuits we grabbed from.... wasn't it Ireland? Maybe Wales....somewhere in the UK..." He offers, setting the brownies out.
Sinister	"Ireland. They're laden with butter and gaelic goodness," Sinister replies, bringing to bear the platter of biscuits and properly prepared tea blend. There's even a strainer to be used to get out the leaves from the cups, because loose-leaf is a thing. The entire arrangement is laid out on the coffee table and he then settles in to lurk and listen, both things he's quite good at at times. "I unfortunately am not here strictly for pleasure, Nick... I wish it were the case, but it is not." Finallhy giving a snort at the scroll of incomprehensible sandswirl dribble, she tucks it into the belt of her robe and goes to perch at the edge of the couch, putting both hands in her lap, then looks between the three men a long moment. "How much do I say? Or not say?"
Nick Drago	With the presentation of brownies, Nick leans over to where the treats and teas are. To the mention of Ireland, he glances up. "When were you in Ireland last?" He wonders. Granted Nathaniel could just pop over like it's just a trip to the corner store but- it's good to ask. Right? As Asrael mentions she's not here to just hang out. The smile fades. Oh. Did he interrupt some business by showing up? "Oh... Well if you guys need some privacy I could head back to my room. I was just taking a break from Millie's binge watching."
Lucifer	"Yes. Ireland. The land of delicious short biscuits. Though Scotland may have my head for saying such..." Lucifer gives a little chuckle and then takes up a cup of tea for himself and a couple biscuits. Those are floated next to him so he can pluck one out of the air, dunk, and bite. Delicious. "No Nick. Please stay. This affects you just as much as it does the rest of us..." He offers this and then his attention goes to Asrael. "I'm already not looking forward to the one discussion slash definitely argument instead that I'll be having. What is there to say about this...other issue?"
Sinister	"Well, it /is/ possible that the missing are direct relations, Luci." Asrael observes, taking a brownie and a cup of tea, seemingly having regained the urge to be semi-social. She tucks her feet one behind the other and shuffles a bit against the cushions. "Before Sodom and Gomorrah fell, there were others that were cast from Heaven, Nick. You know that, the basics of it anyway, but... it wasn't all told in dogma and some has been stricken from the teachings in ordinary church -- something to do with the whole immaculata." She begins, sips tea and clears her throat a bit. "There were twenty three that banded with Lucifer originally. Where he fell harder and deeper for a while, they fell to Earth. You're descended from Ramiel..." she pauses "...and he might be missing. Not all of the twenty three are accounted for." Pause. "It's part of why the whole nonsense happened with Uriel, he was hoping to flush some things from the shadows and made us swear to not say. It's a little... bad. And I personally believe that Azazel is not quite as imprisoned as he should be."
Nick Drago	To the assurance he can stay, Nick settles into a seat. Judging by the brownie already in hand, he hadn't been planning to leave empty handed. Pale eyes look over to Asrael as she gives a general explanation to what happened, and the general explanation. "So, that's why Michael went with the whole Grandparent thing?" Nick asks. He takes a small bite of brownie, chewing thoughtfully. He swallows, "Considering the percentage Nathaniel came up with...that 'might be' is probably more 'is'. Timing and all...Uh. What are they like? If either of them are out, what are the odds I'll run into them?"
Lucifer	"Probably more likely you'll run into Ramiel before you would Azazel. Azazel is held by wards. We know where he is, the problem is, the wards might be weakening and if they get too weak he can bust out of his hidey hole. So when I, inevitably, go to strengthen the wards....he's not going to be happy..." Lucifer offers and then takes a deep breath in to then sigh out. "And of the two, I would suspect that Azazel should be the first one I take care of. I don't think Ramiel is much of a threat to anything. He's just decided to fall off the radar. Course...that would swing either way...." He looks to Nathaniel. "Don't you love being with me?"
Sinister	"It's not boring," Sinister replies with a chuckle. "And in some ways, it's enlightening. And might explain a few things, now that I'm thinking about it." He too, sips his tea and dunks a biscuit, looking to Asrael for her explanation. "Well, Ramiel was an archer. A marksman that was very, very good at hitting his mark. He became associated with lightning strikes because of it, but also with the storms -- and he used to love the sea. When I did notice him from time to time, back in the past, he was usually on one ship or another, on various sides of the law." She chuckles a little, then sighs. "Ramiel's more likely to peer in on you, but ..." she shrugs a little "...um." Yes. Death went 'um'. "Erm." And erm. "Azazel thought that the way to win ultimately, was to build a better mousetrap? I think that's the best way of describing it. He brought pride and vanity to mankind, in that he showed them how to make themselves more beautiful, how to create envy and covetousness. But he also taught them how to craft the weapons of war. We've all got our talents you see. Ramiel taught men how to navigate by the stars... thus... sea."
Nick Drago	As Asrael mentions Ramiel being a very good marksman, Nick's brow raises. Thoughts of Bucky's quick bootcamp teaching him firearms and his staking a target in a training session by throwing a piece of broken wood at where the heart would be comes to mind before he blinks the thoughts away. "...Would I even know when he is peering in?"
Lucifer	"Ramiel was one of the worst to fall. And by worst, I mean best. He was likely the most...good...out of all of us..." Lucifer offers this fact. "So why is it such a big deal that he's fallen off the radar? Cause daddy doesn't have him on a leash like he likes us?" This is quipped and then he glances towards the ceiling just to see if he's struck by anything for that. "Look. Asrael. Dearest sister. As much as I thank you for looking into this... this is not your job. Buy me some time to locate Ramiel and to stave off Azazel....I'll get things sorted out..."
Sinister	"If he wants you to know, you probably would. Otherwise, he'd... I don't really know, probably just help you out randomly and vanish again." Asrael looks to Lucifer when he adds his own information to that mix and nods quietly, glancing at the teapot and sipping her cup for a moment or two. That is until the last and there she lifts her gaze again. "Mostly, it isn't my job. Some things very much are, Luci. The flame of Megiddo is still burning, but it is ... dancing. All kinds of interesting things..." she sighs, then devours her brownie, taking another for the road. "Well. Welly-well-well. Ok then, I shall leave you to it." She rises, hesitates, gets momentarily awkward, then kind of rushes Nick for a quick, motherly hug and squeeze. "Bye!" One moment there, the next gone. She can, after all, vanish to all senses that exist. "I have this feeling she's probably not going to just leave this completely alone." Sin observes.
Nick Drago	Feeling the blur of hooded death coming his way but with the added knowledge of who is under it, Nick doesn't react like one one assume. Instead, Nick moves his brownie holding hand out to avoid smushing it into the cloak. The free arm reaches around, returning the hug, as brief as it is. "Good to see you." Nick replies back. Bad news or not. Asrael is a happy Death. Nick looks over to Lucifer, and then to Sinister. Well...based from the description, of the potential ones to be related to, Ramiel sounds like one of the better options? "...I wonder if that's where I got my sense of aim from." Nick comments, "Hmm." His brows furrow. "What's the flame of Megiddo?"
Lucifer	"She won't. It's not in her nature to. In fact, I'm fairly certain she stuck her nose into it in order to come tell me some of the specifics so I could handle a few things down here. Like the shit with Azazel." Lucifer offers this much and then takes a deep breath to let out slowly. "As for the flame. It's the fire that burns indicating where the final battle of good and evil will take place during the apocalypse..." He explains, glancing over towards Nick. "I'm sure it's flicker and flutter is something important... and if memory serves me even more fully... it rests in the same place where Azazel is being warded." Oh there's an eye roll there. A big one. "I am -not- looking forward to -that- conversation..."
Sinister	"The Megiddo planes, they're... I want to say they're in southern Israel... It's where Gog and Magog are supposed to rise," Sinister murmurs, considering as he gazes at the place where Asrael had stood, eyes narrowing. "And the rest, as Lucifer notes, is a lovely warning against... the lifting of the veils. I am fairly certain that some words just didn't translate appropriately so it's still all greek to us." There's a pregnant punctuation pause, then he clucks his tongue and turns to look at the two men. "Never underestimate the power of mystical genetics." Another pregnant pause. "Nope, I'm going to ask," he looks at Lucifer with his head tilted. "Why?"
Nick Drago	Nick blinks to the explanation. "...Is it bad that I feel the need to ask, WHICH apocalypse? It feels like we get several potential ones a year."
Lucifer	"Like THE Apocalypse. The Biblical one. The only one I should -technically- be concerned about." Lucifer offers towards Nick first. "The fact that I care about all of them should speak volumes to how much I care about Earth and it's inhabitants. Even if most of them are going to see me again in Hell. Literally." He grins. Then his attention is back towards Nathaniel. "Because Azazel is an asshole. Pompus. Thinks he knows everything. He gave people pride. Made them vain. He's self-obsessed, and he doesn't want to be stuck inside a mountain anymore. He wants to continue to spread his..." He shrugs. "Teachings. Though I use that term loosely. At the end of it all, he's an asshole and me going to talk to him is me willingly walking into what I know will be an argument."
Sinister	"Aaah," Sinister floats over a brownie and contemplates it, nibbling on the edge as he sits down upon the air, stretching legs out and crossing them at the ankles on a non-existent stool. "Yes, that apocalypse is a very egocentric one, I feel. The others are all irrelevent compared to it, in certain perspectives at any rate. Self-aggrandizing self-importance is something I know rather intimately, I feel." He chuckles to himself, takes another bite of the brownie. "I take it though, that this kind of a chit-chat needs to be had privately and not with company to assist in the mental wellness situation?"
Nick Drago	Nick looks to Lucifer as he explains the difference in apocalypses. He takes a bite of brownie to suppress any potential for interruption. As Azazel is described, the musician chews a bit quicker, finishing off his bite of food. "So-" Nick pauses to wipe the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Is he worse than Michael or about the same?"
Lucifer	Lucifer dunks his other cookie into his tea before taking a bite. He hasn't had a brownie yet. In due time he's sure. Looking between the two others, he decides again to answer Nick first. "Worse. When it comes to arguing...only at least with Azazel if I want out of the conversation I can just leave. He can't really...follow..." At least, Lucifer hopes this is still the case. "The other side of this is that he's going to be absolutely spastastic because the main reason I'm going to visit him is because the wards that keep him where he is are weakened...and I need to fix them." It's likely not a thing he NEEDS to do. Except, Azazel is one of the fallen with him. Which is another reason why the angel-kin is prone to be upset with Lucifer. He fell. He got into trouble again. So he got stuck where none could hear him, see him, or be influenced by him. He's already done enough. Then he looks to Nathaniel and takes a breath. "Likely had privately...yes...tho...you have ways of looking in without actually being there. If I need to carry something with me for the absolute just in case. I will."
Sinister	Sinister gazes at Lucifer for a while as he answers Nick, eyes sliding to the young man when he's given his slice of the information pie, then back to Lucifer for a long below-the-brows regard. And then he looks down at his lap, chuckling drily to himself. "Understandable, I think..." he muses, then with another bark of laughter observes "--it is amazingy humbling being in your sphere of awareness, Samael. For all that I am, it is all negligable beside living history, of which faith was built beside, above, around and beneath. You're a lifetime in your own Legend. Be sure that you -do- by the by."
Nick Drago	As Lucifer confirms someone being worse than Michael, brows lift. Okay. That's bad. Considering how Michael got upset with him for being THIRD on the songs list, what sets Azazel off? "Huh-" Then again, had Lucifer voiced the overall punishment Azazel had- Well- maybe then Nick could have understood a bit more. No one likes being made to feel like a prisoner. ... Ok most people don't like it. There are some particular people out there who probably think otherwise.
Lucifer	Lucifer floats a brownie over to himself - thanking someone that they were precut - and finishes his tea. The tea is set aside, and he just stares at the brownie for a moment. "It might appear that I'm gone...for a bit...once I am deep within the cavern to deal with him...I don't know how our link sounds while I'm doing business in Hell, but I feel it's the same concept when I step into his prison." No one likes to be a prisoner. Caged up. Unable to go anywhere or do anything. But if Azazel ever broke free...well...Lucifer doesn't really want to think of what may come of that. After another moment, there's a sigh. "I'm going to go and contemplate on this...and maybe a few other things...." He looks to Nick. "Hope you have a pleasent evening." Then glances to Nathaniel before shifting over to kiss him tenderly. "I love you." Turning, then, much like his sister he sort of takes one step, two, and then the last thing anyone sees is the shutting of the bathroom door.