<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She was becoming vexed with him, this much was obvious; she wanted answers to her obviously burning curiosity regarding his nature and his species, but he had been telling the truth; to explain what he was to an alien species without any idea of what concepts they were familiar with and what their respective cosmology and theology was would be an arduous task that would take much too long to complete for him to be able to consider it anything but tedious. Perhaps he would inform her one day, after she'd gotten to be more familiar with Earth culture and history and when she had something worth trading for that juicy piece of information, but for the time being, he was well within his rights to refuse to answer based on any number of justifications. He was under no obligation to answer to any authority, really, and anything he did volunteer was purely from the goodness of his heart...and funnily enough, he didn't really have that many altruistic impulses nowadays. A side effect of being so absurdly old, he supposed; it was hard to care about doing good deeds and being generous when the people you were being pleasant to would die in the blink of an eye, forgotten to the sands of time. Had he been this cynical when he was first born? It was so long ago, he couldn't really remember even if he wanted to.<br/><br/>As for her negotiating skills, well, he had hoped that he would not have to barter overly much, but he supposed in retrospect he could understand why such a trade would be unfavourable to her. She was a curious creature, and she now expected him to exert a price for his stories and information, and giving away hers so freely in exchange for a single moment of assistance would look imbalanced to her. He did not view it that way, but he could not force people to make a deal against their will. Well...he could, but he didn't want to. If you could just force and bully their compliance, well, you weren't very clever, now were you? If you had to resort to threats, then perhaps dealmaking and bartering were not the places you should be wasting your effort. Besides, whilst he enjoyed trades that were favourable to him, he ever actively tried to screw people over; it was so much more interesting to give them what they wanted and watch how they destroyed themselves with it. As for her, well, she was intriguing enough that he was willing to reconsider the deal on the table, and though he wasn't sure she realised it...she'd just given him a blank cheque. She obviously was gifted with extra-human abilities, and having a powerful alien owing him an undefined favour? That was a valuable chit to have in his piggy bank for a rainy day.<br/><br/>And if she decided to renege on her end of the deal, well...no amount of intriguing nature would stop him from collecting. He was not a malicious man, but he took his deals seriously, and you would do well not to cross him or his arrangements. He allowed himself a chuckle at her beaming smile and statement that he could have that for free, and gave her a sly wink.<strong>"I appreciate that, my dear. It <em>is</em> a truly radiant smile."</strong>He smiled in amusement, his eyes dancing with mischief and playfulness. Whilst he could see from the corner of his eye people beginning to cluster around the parking lot, unable to see the spaceship but having seen something fall from the sky only a handful of minutes before, he paid them no heed. Sheep, all of them, and his illusions would be powerful to keep them at bay for long enough, at least until the police arrived. That shouldn't be long, but given the time of day and the state of the roads recently, they still had a few minutes. His eyes flickered back to her, one eyebrow lifting.<strong>"Every hot blooded man enjoys seeing a beautiful woman smile,"</strong>he said airily,<strong>"I said that I was complicated, not <em>dead.</em>"</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled a little more, especially as she pressed her chest forwards. Whilst his eyes did wander along her body for a moment - if she was going to present her assets so shamelessly, then he wasn't going to apologise for admiring the view! - they did not linger, and they did not leer. It was more of an appraising, appreciative glance up and down before returning his eyes to her face. Such a faux-innocent flirtation might have others stuttering in sudden uncertainty, but not him. She had just learned the language, but her eyes shone with a deeper understanding of just what she was doing. It was amusing.<strong>"Well, I would certainly not wish to impose, but I look forward to seeing how far your generosity can extend."</strong>he said with a light smirk,<strong>"And I certainly look forward to more...cultural exchanges. You'll find I'm a <em>dedicated</em> and patient <em>language tutor,</em> for one."</strong>He laughed again, then turned back to the spaceship, regarding it with a critical eye.<strong>"But for now, your terms are acceptable. We are agreed."</strong>He paused, then held out his hand towards her to shake. He indicated her hand.<strong>"On Earth, agreements are sealed by clasping hands, indicating a binding agreement."</strong>He waited for her hand, then - whether she gave it or not - he got to work.<br/><br/>He stepped backwards out of the crater with a languid, graceful ease, before extending his hand towards the ship.<strong>"Once it is free, be a dear and help me set it down delicately."</strong>Neither the gesture or the assistance was really necessary, but it did make things easier to have an anchor and a guiding force when trying to multitask. He opened his eyes, and once more they were no longer blue; they were a blazing, glowing deep blood-red, shimmering and flickering like tongues of flame burning in his eyes. (https://thewinchesterfamilybusiness.com/images/Wednesday/1109OBrother/D7lucifereyesgif.gif) A dull sound surrounded the air around him, a low humming that rattled at the edge of hearing, a low white-noise, almost, that tickled at the senses in that annoying way that only high pitched, constant sounds can. He extended his power out through his hand, connecting with the ship and holding it in place telekinetically. After making sure he had a strong enough grip on it, he extended another tendril of his power towards the ground beneath and around the ship and where it was embedded within the ground. Lifting his right hand up, he paused...then snapped his fingers sharply, a loud - louder than seemingly possible - snap echoing across the parking lot as a result. It wasn't strictly necessary - he could have just done it without movig at all - but he liked the snap. It gave him a visual cue to threaten people with, and it added a certain dramatic flair to his actions. And if you knew who he was, well...he did so love a good bit of drama.<br/><br/>There was a moment of silence...and then a rumbling, grinding sound as the earth beneath them began to shift and shake, the cracks widening as the earth pushed itself back. The crevice that the ship had dug for itself widened slowly, opening up into a vast pit that delved deep underground. He kept his grip on the ship steady and began to lift it out slowly. With his visitors help - who presumably assisted in righting the ship properly - he kept it steady and level, before snapping his fingers again (once more with the eerily loud snap echoing across the space), prompting the earth beneath the ship to knit back together. The cracks caused by both his own powers and the ships landing knitted shut, and the various bits of rubble and debris slowly drifted back into place, sealing the gaping wound shut and repairing the ground as if nothing had ever happened. He lowered his hand to his side, the ship settling back down on the ground with nary a bump or scratch, and he finally relinquished his grip on the vessel. He blinked slowly, and as his eyes opened, they were back to their "normal" blue, no hint of glowing red visible in any of the corners of his irises. He looked at her and inclined his head.<strong>"I do so hope that that was worth the price,"</strong>he said with a wry smile.