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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Lucifer walks in.

He looks somewhere between pensive and amused, but that's hardly new.

He's wearing a black shirt and jeans rather than a suit.

That's new.

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[balletrat]

*Meg happens to glance over to the entryway.

Meg stares.

And then, bruises and all, Meg pounces.*

You're not dead!

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Lucifer finds himself on the ground with a lapful of excited ballerina. He waits for a second, then -

"In the absence of any crossbow bolts, I must assume you are not saving me from an assassination attempt. So..."

[balletrat]

We all thought you were dead here, for a week, this lady who said she was your daughter said she'd killed you, *Meg babbles, rapidly and rather painfully high-pitched,* and that it was the sort of killing where people don't even come in Milliways, and it was awful -

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Lucifer stands up, absently pulling Meg up by the arm.

"First off. I don't have any daughters. Secondly. How did she say she killed me?"

The idea is quite funny, actually.

[balletrat]

*Meg obligingly scrambles to her feet.* She said she'd chopped your head off and taken over Hell and that she was in charge of dead people - she's sort of another incarnation of my aunt, I think -

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Another reality in which I exist; really, it's becoming hard to keep track."

Lucifer is a little nonplussed at the the devils's not dead hurrah, but then, she does owe him a debt. And coffee. He looks her up and down.

"Been fighting again, Meg?"

[balletrat]

Oh, I didn't even think about another reality, the more idiot me, I was so worried -

*Meg considers this. Well, technically, since the last time he saw her she has, but -*

This was from an evil demon tree thing. Not a person.

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"Which is of course entirely comforting."

He gives a half-smile and holds out a mug. Because it's very rare that coffee is the Wrong Thing to give to Meg.

[balletrat]

*Meg seizes the coffee mug and downs it gratefully.*

Well, I mean, people seem to tend to want to beat up whoever did it, but since it's a tree I can at least stop them from doing that. *Meg's tone clearly indicates that people are silly and should find a new hobby.*

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"I'm sure you're perfectly capable of beating up trees all by yourself."

And he's been in a food fight with her, so he knows.

[balletrat]

*Meg eyes her bruises ruefully.*

Well, we did a fair number on the killer attack trees from the other night. But the one last night sort of was - bigger.

I would have gotten away from it, though. Eventually.

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

"Your ability to pick fights for such an amiable girl is quite astonishing."

[balletrat]

What can I say? It's a gift.

*Meg grins.* Besides, mostly people tend to pick fights with me. I don't beat people up randomly -

Well. Usually.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is raising his glass to drink when he catches sigh of the newcomer. He turns his head, and quickly jerks the mug upright to prevent a spill. He turns his gaze away right before it would merit staring, but not before it was deffently ogling. Tim frowns. Thats not... Well, Megs saying... but the one he knows is...Multiple dimensional tempters give Tim headaches.*

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Lucifer is quite good at picking up on ogling. He flicks a glance to the side and raises an eyebrow, catching a glimpse of power but used enough to that, in here.

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*Tim raises his glass by way of greeting, and very carefullyremoves his sunglasses, those bright blue eyes of his shining clear. There are some people you respect no matter what dimension they are from.*

Evening.

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"Evening. I don't think we've met."

Lucifer takes note of the hesitation.

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*Tim stands up and walks over, his beer left behind but his cards grabbed.*

No, I don't think we have. Altough I believe I was told you were here. May i join you?

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He shrugs.

"If you wish. And not many can recognise me on sight, so would you like to introduce yourself?"

It's true; Lucifer is looking rather human tonight.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim takes a seat and can't help but smirk.*

Isn't that your line? "Please to meet you, won't you guess my name?"

*He laughs nervously.*

Sorry. Uhm, I'm Sir Timothy Hunter, I'm one of the bouncers here.

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"Sometimes it is. Sometimes anonymity is more interesting."

Lucifer twists his hand and has a drink of his own. To make Tim feel at home. Or not, as the case may be.

"What sort of power are you wielding, to be employed here?"

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I don't know if it means anything to you, But I'm Merlin.

*it might not. Not all realities have one.*

And to one of your earlier inquiries I have spent time with... another version of yourself, from my home set. Tall blond gentleman, all in white. Usualy with hsi wings torn from his back, but not always. Quite a lot of time. Theres a bearing, a look...and a feel to the energy you only get from having lorded over one place.

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"Which not many can feel."

Lucifer lifts his glass a fraction and then drinks.

"May I ask which parts of my reputation have made their way to your ears?"

Because in here? Almost anything could be said about him, and half of it would even be true.

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Of your actions within these walls?

*Tim can't help it, too long of a time with Security now, he gives him a small amount of time to really wonder, before coming out with the non sequiter*

You make a damn fine cup of coffee.

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Mockingly -

"How fast news spreads. Anything else?"