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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Lucifer sits on a stool rubbing his arms absently, as though they itch. He sips occasionally from a glass of gin and tonic and his face is darkly ambiguous.

Part of him is asleep, and he is waiting for it to wake up.

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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[turns his gaze from George and Todd to Lucifer and stops sketching for a long moment, looking the Fallen Prince over and noting his expression]

[Slightly different before...more tense. Curious.]

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*he looks up and notices the artist, and remembers something*

*calls*

Did you have a painting to show me, Sario Grijalva?

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[nods and gets up, walking over to him]

Yes, my Lord. Two.

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Can you bring them here?

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

The first one, yes. [pauses and thinks about the second, mentally weighing it as he puts his sketchbook back in his satchel]

The second, only with help. It's too big for me to carry alone without risk of damaging it.

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Then show me the first. I do not wish to leave here.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

*she looks disheveled, her chiton is torn, and darkening blood spatters it, but she bows to him. Perhaps the blood is not her own*

My lord Morningstar?
It is long since --
*she winces,remembering*

Are you well?

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

I am not as well as I should like, prophetess.

*inclines his head to her, noting the blood*

Perhaps I should be enquiring after your heath, however.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

I am well, Samael, Lord.

*it is the first time she has said his name, since Crowley told it to her. She finds it strange and yet not utterly foreign.*

The blood is not mine.
Your arms, lord...?
Do they pain you?

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*he smiles faintly*

That name seems to be gaining popularity.

My arms? No. They are fine. I am...restless.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

My lord, I am nothing to keep you here among us, if it is only for courtesy's sake that you stay.

I do not need to see you before me, to see you.

*she sits, waiting for him to go or stay.)

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

I will stay.

*it slips out absently, but he can't see the danger in revealing anything to one such as her*

I do not have many other options.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny pops up on a stool, speaks almost absentmindedly to him*
Hey...

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I'm really sorry about this, and I feel very rude, but I'm going to have to pass up on conversation for the sake of preserving my sanity and the bare bones of continuity. I'll try and find some way to RP with you at a later date. Is this all right? *winces*]

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

[OOC: sure thing, that means, I can let her go to her room and I can GO TO BED!!!! If noone is there to talk she has to go, that's not my fault, not anybodies fault. Oh gosh, I understand entirely. Amazing to see someone keeping with the bare bones of continuity, I am impressed :) Sure some other time! ]

[prettyinpinkand.livejournal.com]

Barbie rolls over to him, looking less angry than she had originally been. 'Hello. Are you the thief?'

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

[OOC: See comment made to Penny >.< I'm very sorry, but I'm juggling about four threads here and elsewhere.]

[prettyinpinkand.livejournal.com]

[Ooc: Not a problem, some other time. Besides, it'll be worth it, your threads are always fun to read *grins*]

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Thank you :D Certainly, some other time. I think Lucifer would have trouble trying to manipulate Barbie.]

OOC: EARLIER THAT NIGHT! Because can.

[last_adam]

*Adam comes down the stairs and spots Lucifer sitting at the bar. He's never met him, but he would know him anywhere. He storms over and sits down next to him, not saying anythinig at all.*

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*Lucifer looks up, and looks some more*

What are you doing here?

[last_adam]

I've been coming here with my friends. What are you doing here?

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

My own business. As ever.

*he sips to hide his unease, eyes trailing over the young man in grudging curiosity*

[last_adam]

Oh, what?

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Do you think I owe you explanations?