<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7c/4e/e07c4e90da99e7dc68010d39f7c1feff.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>Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia --<strong>Lux Main Floor</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg) ---> House Of Mystery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b7/9d/8fb79dff0a558991848386f1585774ce.jpg) Snazzy<strong>Number</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/74/88/717488e99cde03a5ee9f7b5a260fadc2.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / John Constantine / Zatanna Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well. The female, at least, seemed to have more immediate common sense than the male. She seemed to recognise immediately that they'd made a little bit of a mistake, which earned at least a modicum of respect from him. People made mistakes, after all - he'd made a few in his own lifetime, he wasn't too proud to admit - but it was the ability to recognise them and acknowledge them and learn from them that indicated whether you were possessed of any great wisdom or intelligence. The male, however, was obviously a little more...cocky in his demeanour, though Lucifer had to wonder how much of that was genuine confidence - or arrogance - and how much of it was affected bravado. After all, as he'd just finished explaining, reputation was important and a cocky, irreverent attitude did sometimes throw opponents off of their game. Was it just who he was, or was it all a mind game? Was it a bit of both? He didn't know the man well enough to make a judgement, and since he wasn't omniscient or telepathic...well, he'd just have to wait and see, now wouldn't he? How fun. He did like a mystery from time to time, and skilled humans like these two did not come along every day. He supposed he could entertain them for a while.<br/><br/>He glanced at the female as she asked her question, and inclined his head a little. Well, at least she could see that perhaps the male had bitten off more than he could chew.<strong>"A peaceful visitor,"</strong>he said slyly, offering her a teasing wink.<strong>"And that's all you need to know."</strong>That being said, he allowed the notes of Stairway To Heaven to drift off just as they reached a climax, slowly blending the cutting point off with a spontaneous cord progression that led nicely into the opening notes of a rather differently toned song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCVUIm9TYtQ) altogether. He played it slowly, such that it was not immediately obvious what it was, but still. It was a good song, and a fitting one for the situation...it had a great deal of details wrong, but he appreciated the tone of the message and the opening lines were almost too perfect. On the nose? Perhaps. But he enjoyed teasing people a little bit. He had to get his fun somewhere, after all, and besides. It was just a fun, upbeat little song to play in the background. In the meantime...his eyes roamed over the outside of the circle, the glyphs in place, the barrier shimmering between them.<br/><br/>It was a powerful barrier, he could tell that much, and he knew that all but the most powerful of Demons would be unable to escape from it without a great deal of subterfuge and outside interference. Now, he wasn't a Demon - he was an Archangel, something very different in regards to energy signatures - but part of the warding appeared to (to his eye, anyway; magic did have some differences across universes) also address extraplanar and non-native creatures, too, which was the part that applied to him. He could break the barrier - easily - but...he would not walk away unscathed. The realisation made him lift an eyebrow in intrigue. True, at his full power, he could simply rewrite reality such that the wards had never been there in the first place, but he wasn't at full power. Besides, breaking down the barrier and accosting them that way? It was a thuggish thing to do. These mortals interested him, so...he supposed he could humour their conversation for a little bit. Koriand't seemed a little more agitated than him, but he was glad that she had restrained herself for now. Let him do the talking, and if things went south...then they'd deal with that when it happened.<br/><br/>Of course, the crass humour was a little bit on the rough side for Lucifers liking - there was no wit or charm there, just a cheap attempt at brutish humour - so he simply ignored it, and instead focused on the other aspects of his little spiel. Customs, eh? And who made him the authority over which Multidimensional creatures could go where? Either he was granted that authority by a higher power (which he doubted), or he simply had the strength to take the position himself. Perhaps the latter, then, though he doubted he was prepared for what was actually going to happen here if he decided that he wanted to send Lucifer back. Even if he succeeded (unlikely), he could just return in a heartbeat. And he could guarantee that he had more time to play that game than this human. Ah well. Time to see where this led him.<strong>"I'm afraid I do not have a passport, human,"</strong>he said airily, still tickling the keys slowly.<strong>"I am here on my own business, and that business does not include causing trouble for you or your tiny little world. You may ask your questions, but you may not like the answers...or lack thereof."</strong>He glanced at the female appraisingly, then the male, then shot a look at Koriand'r. He'd brought her here deliberately. He wondered whether she'd be happy about that or not. Something to worry about later.<br/><br/><strong>"As I said,"</strong>He continued after a moment, returning his gaze to his piano as he addressed both of them.<strong>"You have my curiosity, so you have my good humour. Boredom is a tedious old friend when you have lived as long as I have."</strong>He glanced at the small glass of scotch he had set on the piano, his eyes flashing a momentary burning red - a blink and you'd miss it moment - to telekinetically move it up and towards him. It tipped as it touched his lips, allowing him to take a sip, before it returned to its place on the piano.<strong>"But please do remember that you disrupted my plans for the evening, so perhaps we can make this more interesting. Let us make a <em>deal.</em> Nothing complicated. An answer for an answer. You ask, I answer. I ask, you answer. Right now, this feels more like an interrogation, and I must be honest..."</strong>His voice dropped low and dangerous for a moment as his eyes flicked up to meet the pairs eyes.<strong>"I dislike being interrogated."</strong>His curiosity was piqued...but it only extended so far. He was not evil, as so many people liked to portray him...but he was capricious, and there were certain things that provoked his wrath. They'd attempted to imprison him. That was strike one. Two left to go.