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[quick_clean_pure]

Sitting in a dark corner of the bar sits a very still, quiet, horned gentleman. He seems completely at ease in spite of the bar and his own appearance, sitting with a menacing ease at his table and seeming perfectly content.

He wears a heavy robe over his clothes and carries a large, thickly bound book with him, which he pages through while he sits. If you can catch a glance at the front, you'll see that it's a book of Aesop's Fables.

The only way you might tell that it's Graverobber is the deep, bass voice he has when he speaks.

(OOC: Graverobber has been turned into Lucifer, from the Devil's Carnival movie series.)

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[wayward_sun]

A tall, handsome man in a very nice, slim-fit, three piece suit (Burberry) and carefully groomed stubble passes him, stops, and slowly turns around, staring.

What the -

[quick_clean_pure]

The man in the booth eyes the man staring at him with a sort of wry amusement -- he knows this isn't the Carnival, but he's seen many well-dressed men of taste cross his gates before.

Still, something about this one in particular feels strange, not like his usual victims.

He steeples his fingers and looks right back at him, eyebrows raised as if to ask him what he was staring at.

[wayward_sun]

"Oh, come on!" Lucifer says, exasperated.
"I can live with the colour but what is up with the fucking horns?"

He sounds personally affronted.

[quick_clean_pure]

The other Lucifer just looks at him with a tilted head and one raised eyebrow, almost amused by the outburst.

Fingers still steepled in front of him, he says, "Most people don't live with it, if they're encountering me in my normal surroundings. But then, they don't have much choice."

[wayward_sun]

"Enough," Lucifer snaps.

"That's just preposterous. Don't think I don't know what you're playing at."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Who's playing anything?" he asks, voice level still. He doesn't know who he's speaking to yet, but it wouldn't be the first time some soul has had a fit in front of him. After an eternity of it, he's used to it.

[wayward_sun]

"You are. With the fake horns. And the face."

He gestures at him.

"It's not the least bit convincing, you know. You don't even look just a little bit like me."

[quick_clean_pure]

Now it's his turn to look incredulous, giving Lucifer a visual once-over with a look of disbelief etched into his face.

"No, I don't look even a little bit like you," he says slowly, drawling the words and drumming his long nails against each other. "And who might you think you are, then?"

[wayward_sun]

"I'm Lucifer Morningstar, " Lucifer says.
"Look. No horns. No - polyester Halloween costume."

[quick_clean_pure]

Lucifer -- or, well, this Lucifer -- lets out a low, dark, chuckle.

"I'm sure you believe that you are," he says, voice slow and patronizing, his red skinned-face breaking into a wicked grin.

[wayward_sun]

"No, no. I know I am. Ruled of Hell - Well, until recently anyway. The Devil. Old Scratch."

He smiles.

He's always liked that particular nickname.

[quick_clean_pure]

"The chaos in the story, the anarchy in your thoughts, the excuse you give when you cannot follow the rules," he says with a slow-curling grin.

Looking over the other Lucifer disdainfully, he says, "You can't be what you say you are if you're not Ruler of Hell. Former or not."

[wayward_sun]

"Yes," lucifercsays, slowly.
"Because who seems to be the one embodying free will? The one who told Dad to stuff it and run his own little torture chamber? Or the one willing to be dressed up as an extra from Satan's Cheerleaders because someone told him to?"

[imthepilot]

There's a little ginger and white kitten playing around in the bar. And right now he's stalking the hem of the horned gentleman's robe.

"Kyber!" Bodhi dashes over and scoops the kitten up before he can pounce. "Sorry, he can be a handful."

[quick_clean_pure]

Despite the sinister appearance, he doesn't seem to particularly mind the tiny kitten approaching him, glancing down at the little creature with a sort of wry amusement as Bodhi comes in to scoop him away

"Well, no one can blame a cat for being curious," he says with a sort of slow, deep voice. "It's their nature as much as it's a scorpion's to sting."

[imthepilot]

"He has a tendency to sneak up on people." Bodhi nods, placing the kitten on his shoulder. "I worry he's going to startle the wrong person one day." But there's no implication in his tone that this being might be the wrong person. No judgement in his voice.

[quick_clean_pure]

Lucifer considers Bodhi for a second, getting a sense of whether or not he's the type of person who'd be sent to him for retribution -- but the read on his soul is that he's not one who would wind up crossing through his gates. That's good. He'd hate for the cat to be in the wrong hands.

"Well, he has his own claws," he says, glancing towards the kitten. "Even the tiniest creatures have their own ways when danger rears."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi chuckles and gives Kyber's ear a little tweak. "He's still young. And forgets that he's small. I'm pretty sure he thinks he's a Nexu."

"I'm Bodhi, by the way. And this is Kyber."

[quick_clean_pure]

He nods at their introductions, though he doesn't give one in return. "If he's young, then he's innocent," he says with something of a wry grin. "That's something to be held on to. He has time to learn his real size when he grows older."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi blinks at that. Wondering what guilt age could bring. "He has an older protector. Another cat named Myrrh who adopted me a while back. She usually keeps him out of too much trouble."

He glances over his shoulder. "I was just going to grab a drink from the bar. Would you like anything?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"Good to have a guardian to guide the right way, then." It's not so much about guilt as experience, really. But that's a whole other conversation. Besides, cats were immune to the failings of their human companions, so even he couldn't really comment on their true natures. Cats were cats.

"How kind of you," he says. Yeah, Bodhi's definitely not the type of guy to get brought to his Carnival. Which is a good thing. Dealing only with sinners can be exhausting. "Water, please, then."

[imthepilot]

"She did the same for me when I needed someone." He says softly.

He smiles at that and nods, coming back from the bar with a jug of water and three glasses. And a plate of his own dried fruit cookies.

He pours all three, offing one to the horned man. "I am glad to share water with you." It has a ritual tone, almost as if said by habit. He pours one for himself and one for Kyber who licks at it happily.

[quick_clean_pure]

Lucifer takes the water with a nod of thanks towards Bodhi, taking his glass with a tip of his water towards Bodhi when he receives it.

He recognizes the tone of a ritual saying and answers it with a polite, "Slainte" before sipping from his glass.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi tilts his head curiously, realising what he's said. "Sorry, old habits. I came from a desert world. Sharing water was an important part of the culture."

[quick_clean_pure]

Lucifer doesn't seem bothered by it at all. "Of course. Nearly every culture has their toasts. The Irish have 'Slainte', the Czech say 'Na zdravi', the Germans have 'Prost', and the Japanese 'kanpai'," he answers. "And they damned, they just beg for whatever water soothes scorched tongues."