sirenspull_logs | 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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"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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