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[outsidewindows]

[The PCD is lying against the wall nearby, so it doesn't catch much of Lucifer. Just that he's sitting--looking almost as contemplative as a yogi--on charred floorboards of the beautiful (if neglected) Chateau

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[godofcologne]

[It's a long time before Thomas says anything. He's kept an eye on the PCD communications, and between this and Molly he's got a good idea what happened. After all, you don't survive long in the White Court if you can't put together the barest hints into a coherent plot against your life, and this is similar enough that he feels comfortable making a guess. And he does so with his usual lack of tact, and maybe some small vicious satisfaction. Who, Thomas? Hold a grudge? Say it ain't so.]

Ding dong the bitch is dead.

[abrotherlikeyou]

You know, personally, I'd like to hear you say that again. Without teeth.

[godofcologne]

Easier than doing it without a tongue.

[abrotherlikeyou]

You can spot generosity when you see it. Good.

[godofcologne]

If that makes you feel better, princess.

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Gender doesn't make any difference to Lucifer, and if you want to get technical he is royalty so fuck you, Thomas, he could well be a pretty pretty princess and he'd still flay you alive. The reason he's coming to you and going to break down your door--yes, right now--is because of Raphael.]

[godofcologne]

[The first floor of the building Thomas is holed up in smells vaguely of apples. It is, in fact, the same out of the way building where he stashed a still of apple cider that exploded back in October. It's as dilapidated as ever, and a broken staircase leads to a second floor. The staircase takes a bit of a running leap to span, but there's definitely the faint noises of habitation coming from behind a heavy wooden door on the second floor. Said door is the only thing that looks even remotely new in the building.]