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[samael_diablo]

GIP? Naaaaah.

Lucifer enters from the lake area, the turned-up cuffs of his trousers dripping onto the floor.

He looks wind-battered - hair untidy, his eyes a little too bright - but not at all cold, despite the deplorably short-sleeved red polo shirt he wears.

Not cold. Coffee, nevertheless, is on the agenda.

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[buriedmybrother]

A too-thin girl in a rumpled dress is watching.

She likes coffee, which is why she has a mug herself. However, more absorbing by far than that choice of beverage is the sight of him-- if for nothing but the short sleeves.

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer is quite good at sensing watchers. He turns a little, settling on a bar stool, and meets her gaze. No smile, but an almost imperceptible nod.

[buriedmybrother]

Antigone is not great with smiles anyway. She half-nods back from her stool a little ways down.

"You're not dressed very well," she observes after a moment, clutching her coffee to warm her fingers.

[samael_diablo]

"Entirely a matter of perspective."

He takes a sip of his own coffee, unconcernedly drawing one wet foot up to rest across his knee.

[giftedthom]

*Mumble mumble unfair mumble icon limbo mumble. Mutter.

Thom blinks at him* You actually can get wet?

[samael_diablo]

REVENGE. For months I have been the underdog in this.

Lucifer blinks back, amused.

"I am not impervious to water, Thom. Or snow."

[giftedthom]

*Just you wait! You'll see! You'll all see!

He shrugs* Could've fooled me.

[samael_diablo]

*retaliatioooooon*

"Well. In a manner of speaking."

He looks down at one foot and the water rises silently in a cloud of steam, dissipating before it reaches table height.

[kassandraloxias]

*Kassandra stops in her dim-purposed passage from somewhere to somewhere. The shimmer of heat and the musk of brimstone come to her, in her head, before she sees him, so that a moment goes by before she realises he's in fact present.

She stops short. It lacks a little in dignity.*

My lord Morningstar, what do you here?
Has a storm driven you from your realm, or do you walk abroad in someone else's dreams?

[samael_diablo]

"No dreams but my own, Aurora."

A careful, genuine smile.

"Are you well?"

[kassandraloxias]

I am... awake more than before.

I spend my days in quiet, pursuing memory. And dream.

*She is poised, hesitant, and says something entirely afar from what she was going to say.*

I am going to get back Up There.
They must keep the memories of the ones who are made to go there and sleep. They must keep them somewhere.

I am going to go, and find mine.

...I do not suppose, my lord, that you have an old spare key?

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer actually stares at her for a good few seconds before laughing, the soft dark laugh she knows.

"Sit with me, prophetess," he says. "We will talk this out."