First Entry

[morningstar_ret]

There's a man...

Well, something like a man.

He looks like a man, anyway. Now. For the moment.

But there's something slightly...wrong about him. Or right, depending on how you look at it.

It's not his clothing (perfectly tailored, dark suit, white shirt). It's not his face (There's nothing at all wrong with his face. It's perfect. Beautiful.). It's not the way he walks like he owns not just this place but possibly the whole world.

But his eyes are golden, and his hair...well, it can't seem to decide what color it wants to be. Or maybe it's just that you can't decide what color it wants to be. Golden? Red? Almost white? Sometimes it even looks like the wind hit it just right to curl bits of it into two horns.

Either way, he steps into the bar, and if he's surprised to find it there, the only indication is a slight arching of one eyebrow.

To no one in particular (it seems) he says, "If you wanted a meeting, this is certainly a creative venue. I'll give you that. Plumbing out in the Silver City?"


tiny-diabolical!tag: Lucifer (from the Lucifer series)

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

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[ironside-pixie.livejournal.com]

Well here's someone with a knack of getting into trouble, almost can't avoid it for even twenty-four simple hours. Well, not this time, no-siree, this time Kaye Fierch is well and truly...bumping into a complete stranger because she isn't watching where she's going.

Excellent, just what she had planned.

"Shit."

She looks up at him and her face visibly pales. He looks like a lawyer, and the last thing she need is to get sued for accidently breaking some guy's kneecaps.

"You ok?"

[morningstar_ret]

He brushes off his suit, arching an eyebrow at him. "I'm fine. I don't suppose you could do me a favor and tell me where I've ended up?"

[ironside-pixie.livejournal.com]

She blinks, then blinks again just for good measure. Uh-oh Newbie alert. "You don't know?"

She's hoping he's just a little dense and she won't have to explain everything. She's pretty sure she's already broken/forgotten all of the Milliways rules.

[morningstar_ret]

"If I knew, I'd hardly ask."

[ironside-pixie.livejournal.com]

"Okay..." She puts her hands up in front of her, a defensive shield against the weight of his annoyance.

"Milliways. Bar at the end of the Universe." She shrugs, gesturing to the window where the world is ending.

[theunsmiling]

There's a girl sitting at a nearby table, slouched down far enough that she can prop her feet on the table. She's wearing torn jeans, a T-shirt with a cheerfully smart-ass slogan, and Docs.

Her hair is flyaway and very dark, and her eyes are a brilliant green.

And, to those with a very discerning eye, she is not a girl at all.

"It's a bar, not a city. If you like that sort of thing."

Acerbic, thy name is Michael.

[morningstar_ret]

And Lucifer does have a very discerning eye.

"I'd picked that up, yes. Hence the comment."

He steps closer to Michael, curious for the moment, more than anything.

"And what brings you here...sister?"

[theunsmiling]

"Brother," Michael says, swiftly enough.

Whether it is correction or acknowledgment remains to be seen, though a betting man might do well in putting his money on correction.

"And not you, nor any of your kin, such as they may be."

Her booted feet remain propped up on the table, though she does lace her fingers and rest them on her stomach in the meantime. Casually.

[morningstar_ret]

"What kin might you be referring to?"

He knows well enough that this is not his Michael, but that doesn't stop him wondering what this other version is assuming about him.

[theunsmiling]

"The rest of our brethren."

Who else could she mean?

Michael flicks the fingers of one hand in a dismissive gesture.

"And any others of thy stature that may exist. I know not the rules of thy particular world."

She swings her legs around to the floor and sits up. Her posture is still pretty poor.

"Nor how they differ from my own."

[ofthosegoodold]

Applegate hasn't met even half the counterparts he's heard actually come to Milliways. He's fine with that. He'd liked the first one well enough, but he's beginning to think she was an anomaly, because since then, if it hasn't been one who apparently dresses in the dark, it's been stories of another who let the Antichrist get married and have children.

The one who's just come in knows how to dress, at least. Applegate approves.

Whether or not he's got any other worthwhile qualities, only time will tell.

[morningstar_ret]

He's still relatively certain that it's Yahweh who brought him here. Very few others would be powerful enough to do so. (And this is not the Dream Lord's realm, nor that of any of his siblings...)

But it is strange that the God of the Covenant should bring not one but two Lucifers to the same, strange bar. Of course, Lucifer has never accused Yahweh of acting rationally...

He doesn't approach the other one, but he does keep an eye on him discretely.

[ofthosegoodold]

Applegate's own eye is less discreet.

"Milliways," he says after a moment. "The end of the universe, though not the one we have a hand in."

Applegate rarely bothers looking at the Observation Window. He'd always thought that particular view would be more impressive.

[morningstar_ret]

"Not an end we have a hand in, or not a universe we have a hand in?"

No use pretending it bothers him to be recognized or that he doesn't easily recognize this other version of himself.

[ofthosegoodold]

No, none at all. To ordinary eyes, there's no resemblance at all, but to Applegate, any encounter with a counterpart is like looking into a mirror (though admittedly, at times it's a funhouse mirror), and he knows that goes both ways.

"Oh, either," he says. "Both. Any number of universes have access to this place. Look around, you'll see what I mean."

To Applegate, at least, inhabitants of different universes are frequently easy to spot. The humans all sort of blur together, but the non-humans have their distinctive flavors that make them stand out from the others.

[river_meimei]

There's a young woman perched high on the back of a booth. Tangle-haired, barefoot and dressed in fluttery layers of red sundress and white cardigan, and watching the room with a dreamily detached air. And thoroughly human and mortal, although perhaps not thoroughly normal. Depending on your definition.

Her gaze drifts after a few moments to the new arrival. Her attention catches there, and holds; her head cocks, slightly, with what might be curiosity.

(He's very quiet.

And very -- noticeable.)

[morningstar_ret]

Lucifer is used to drawing attention when he steps into a room, and if this were indeed a meeting Yahweh had draw him to, he'd expect to draw even more than he has. As it is, the only attention he takes notice of is that from people who are...not thoroughly normal.

He glances in her direction and smiles, though whether the lookis friendly or not is up for interpretation.

[river_meimei]

It's hard to tell which way River interprets it. But she returns his look steadily -- longer than is strictly polite for eye contact, but then River's eye contact does tend to be eccentric.

[morningstar_ret]

Most people either cannot or do not look Lucifer in the eye for so long. It makes him smile even more, and the expression now is clearly pleased. He doesn't look away from her, not at all discomfited by her gaze.

He gives her a slight bow in greeting.

[morethanprops]

Moist has not had a good day, he had to leave that last town rather quickly and so his shoes and most of his pants are mud splattered. He looks up when Lucifer enters, because he's never seen hair shift quite like that before.

Then he glances back down to the mud on his pants, whatever this man is he's powerful and Moist doesn't want his attention.

[morningstar_ret]

But Lucifer's attention is just what he's got, and not because of his rather shabby appearance.

They say that Lucifer is the father of lies, and while that's not strictly true of this version of the Morningstar, he does have a keen eye for deception.

"Lose a fight with a puddle?"

[morethanprops]

"The road was muddy."

Galloping through ankle deep mud is never kind to pants and they were particularly bad today.

[morningstar_ret]

"Quite muddy, it would seem."

[student_of_impossibility]

Something about the man is interesting. Tavi's not certain what it is, exactly, and it makes him frown for a moment before standing up from where he's working on the floor with a map of Europe in the 1910s--which seems odd for a boy with Roman features and a distinctly medieval-page-look to his red-and-blue tunic.

Vibrant grass-green eyes look up at Lucifer. "Who were you expecting to find? They might be around here."

He's small--looks about thirteen--with oddly pretty features and curly black hair. For all the world he seems the kind of harmless boy no one would pay attention to--but Lucifer might well be able to know better than that.

[morningstar_ret]

"He may be, but if he is, he'll show himself to me." Far be it from him to go on a quest to find God.

Lucifer eyes him curiously. He's always interested in people who seem less than they are.