sirenspull_logs | February HoA Open Log

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February HoA Open Log

Who: All House of Awesome people and guests
When: Month of February
Where: The House of Awesome
Summary: Open Log for HoA CR
Warnings: Will be updated as needed!

((OOC: So! Please see the House of Awesome Metapost for info on the house. ANYONE not Lucifer can enter the porch - and while you CAN hit the buzzer to have someone meet you, you can ALSO just walk in! Remember folks, Lucifer CAN get on the roof, k? The inner door is only locked AFTER Sirens. Wander around the ground floor, or go visit people's apartments. The POOL cannot be gotten to without a resident though. If you want Danger Room time, please label your threads as Danger Room threads since it has limited access. Tag your subject line with the date and time, ok? And any warnings if needed. Castiel is the only angel with access to the levels lower than the pool, his apartment is Michael proofed, as is Magneto's office (which is also Gabriel proofed). Magneto's condo, the main kitchen, and some other places may be Hellhound Proof.))

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"The magic. It's all around you." Fire, ash... pain. That would be Lucifer, most likely. She was one who didn't believe in rebellion against God, but she would admit that the one Lucifer - not the nightclub one - was bad news. She didn't like him and he made her hackles stand on end. "And it's all over the house. All of them have the same... taste I guess is the best way to put it. Differences are there, but I can tell that they're all connected."

She snorted. "And I've had personal experience with Gabriel's magic, which makes me a bit more aware of it."

She ignored the stick which seemed to almost pulsate. If nothing else, she had to keep that thing away from the Angels. Hard to do when it kept following her around.

"They all look similar to me, I suppose it would make sense their magic would be. You can sense magic?"

He settled back against the wall. "Castiel was injured recently. His brother popped in to check on him and heal some of the injuries. And there are protective Sigils wrap around the house. Should there be trouble I can instantly banish an angel from the property or ward the house against them."

All true, though there was a lot of the story missing.

"And Chuck lives here. He's a prophet, so I suppose his powers coming from Heaven and the angels? I'm not sure."

She looked pointedly at the stick, which had rolled closer to her. "You could say that." The words are dry.

Honestly, magic had particular smells to it and she could tell who it belonged to. She just wasn't sure how much she wanted to reveal just yet.

"I haven't met... wait. The guy in the wheelchair at the hospital." She'd seen and smelled him but nothing more.

She sighed. "I'm prying and you can tell me to keep my nose out, but the magic is on you. And not in a passive way. You're soaked in it, as if you've been the direct recipient of it."

It was obscuring his normal smell and annoying her senses.

"I'd have warned you about the house, had I known. There's a good deal of barriers, warding, and such up. Add in Castiel and Loki..."

He nodded. "Yes, that was Chuck. Michael tries to keep watch over him, I help."

He looked away for a moment, debating. He wasn't a skilled liar and Lucifer and he had recently gotten in a fight over it. "My shoulder was healed recently." But he was uneasy about how the conversation was going.

"It's not something I let out into the general populace, and I'm sure you can imagine why." She knew he had his secrets. She could smell some of them.

"Healing?" She has to ask. Because if it'd been healing, when she'd brought it up, she had a feeling he would've come out with that. "I see."

Nope her mouth is going to get her into trouble because he's acting like Adam, so she's going to treat him like an Alpha Werewolf. "Again, tell me to keep my nose out, but that's not all it is. You're coated in it. It's obscuring... you." Which was as fine as she could put it without telling him things she wasn't sure he would understand yet.

"Yes, I can." It was why he didn't let a lot about his powers out.

"Yes. It's taken a few decades of combat, and then roughly a year before I arrived here, it was separated, dislocated, and fractured. It healed very badly. More recently it was further injured." He wouldn't have mentioned it, simply because of who had done it.

"I've been taken care of Castiel." Stonewalling unless confronted. He wasn't explaining to others about Lucifer. He had promised to give him a head's up prior to it if it was at all possible.

She bit back the growl. She couldn't help it. Something about that magic put her hackles up.

"Fire, ash, blinding snow fresh from the sky and pain." She snapped out the words at him. They were everything she smelled rolling off of him. "With an undertone of ozone."

Mercy didn't know it, but she'd probably just outed herself right there. "It's all over you. And that doesn't sound like the Angel of Thursday to me."

Alright, so she'd been reading up on her angels. Having them here made her curious.

"Who does it sound like the Angel of then?" His tone was mild. Almost too mild, it didn't match the tension in his stance.

His eyes flicked to her bag.

"And where is your coyote?"

"The Lightbringer." Why mince words? She could smell the tension on him. She was pushing into areas that weren't any of her business.

"What?"

Why was he looking at her bag like that?

"The Morning Star." Which, if he was to ascribe a title to Lucifer, was the one which came to his mind. And even if he was afraid of Lucifer - and he was - he did also respect him. And liked him.

"Your coyote. She's not here, and yet you said she would be tagging along." He was, in fact snooping now. Her sense of smell seemed far, far too good to not have feral's - or an animal's - senses.

"Whatever you want to call him, it all comes to the same thing." One Lucifer epitomized the Catholic belief that there was no such thing as rebellion against God. The other was Satan no matter how you tried to make it nice. "It's bad news either way."

She shrugged. "Back at the house. I decided against dragging her along."

Magneto wouldn't dream of trying to make Lucifer nice in any light. But he wasn't completely, yet, a lost cause. His brows tic, almost dismissive. "Believe what you wish. Or ask the question you mean to."

He glanced back at her, mouth set to slightly amused. "I see. You said you knew Gabriel's magic." He paused, as if considering. "He's a trickster, in his world. Did you know? So are coyotes, according to lore. Anyway, mind if I ask how?"

"There's no question. You're getting in deep with a Lucifer who epitomizes the belief that he fell from Grace." She leaned back against the work bench, fingers stuck into her pocket. "And sooner or later, you're going to get screwed and probably take more than a few others with you since he seems the kind to like that sort of thing."

She snorted. "I'm well aware of Gabriel's history." She shrugged. "He helped bring me back from the dead. When you're sensitive to magic, you don't forget it."

"There's a difference between running away and being thrown out. I'm aware of what he did. I'm also aware that someone he loved above everyone else, someone he trusted above all else, his Father, tortured him in retaliation - after forcing his brother, who was second to all of that - to be the one who basically held him down for it. He didn't deserve what happened to him. That's not hearing it from his end. No one deserves that. And I know a lot of people who deserve pain, torture, deserve to pay. The more everyone treats him like a threat, the more of a threat he will be, because he'll have no reason not to be. I know what and who he is - I don't forget, not ever, not for one microsecond. I'm used to dealing with individuals like him. It's how I survived the first couple decades of my life."

Mercy was getting more of an answer than anyone else had, simply because she wasn't directly in that world.

"I'm aware he uses and manipulates....well everyone. But he admits that. And I can live with that. I understand that."

He nodded.

"I'm not going to pry." Yet. "I just find it interesting that Gabriel helped out someone who has a pet coyote." But from his tone, he didn't believe that story.

"And I live in a world, where I repair the vehicles of the local vampire seethe so they don't burn my business to the ground or decide I'm a tasty treat." Not that they would. They'd just kill her. She was a walker and while she wasn't sure of everything that meant, just yet, she did know that with the ability to see and - slightly - control ghosts, made her a threat to them. Honestly, she wished she knew what her other abilities were.

Then she had to snort. "I also make these peppermint fudge brownies that he's addicted to." She shrugged. "He likes my baking, and I live with Anna."

"This isn't that different." Different because he did believe Lucifer genuinely liked him - but he knew that extended only so far. He didn't know were all the boundaries were but he was always a quick study.

"He managed to get himself cut off from my baking for a while." HE was still cranky with Gabriel for messing with his computers. He had boundaries. They were one of them.

Little did he know that one of the vampires liked her too. But he was still a damned vampire. Something she often had to remind herself up.

"That's what worries me." Because it wasn't that different.

She ticked up an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"He messed with my computers." Which is pretty unforgivable, in his book.

"Why does it worry you?"

Mercy shook her head. "Because no matter how much Stephan likes me, he's still a vampire at the end of the day. And no matter how much I like him, he's still dead when the sun comes up."

She sighed. "And he's a charming enough bastard, that it's hard to remember. I can only imagine that Lucifer would be worse."

Never mind the werewolves, the witch... the werewolves.

"I think for anyone else, he would be."

He shrugged, rolling his shoulder into it - it felt so good to be able to do that and not have it hurt, it was probably going to end up being come kind of tic for a while.

"I can't forget what he is. Or who."

He wasn't going to explain, unless Mercy was willing to offer more about her own powers.

"You seem pretty confident about that." Mercy didn't believe it for a moment. Even engaged to him, she sometimes forgot that Adam was an Alpha werewolf. And if she could forget that, nothing said he couldn't forget that Lucifer was... Lucifer. Especially if Lucifer wanted him to.

"As confident as you are about what you smell on me." It was even with just a touch of quiet amusement. She couldn't expect him to tell if she wasn't willing to.

Mercy ticked up an eyebrow. "I was born with the ability, and was trained by someone who, well, was quite skilled in training wayward kids." She smirked. "And then making them repair his brand new Porsche after they wrap it around a tree."

"I had to train myself in what I see. But I am no less well trained." But he grinned. "Sounds like a good man. Kids need someone like that."

Mercy snorted. "Bran -" She almost said 'isn't a man', but the Silence stopped her. "Is one of the best. Saved my fiancé's life once." And she'd driven almost twenty-four hours trying to get him there. Because only a stronger Alpha could have kept Adam's wolf under control. "And raised me. My mother... couldn't."

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