Post by Batman on Mar 24, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -5
The doors would open and that mystical presence of the fallen angel would fall upon those whom dwelled within the pub. Dressed in time in a gray 21st century business suit, with a red dress shirt. His blonde hair was groomed into spikes with two blonde curls on either side of his head creating a signature appearance of 'horns' upon him. He calmly approached the bar and took note of where Flandre was, his arrival was *exactly* when he said he would return, the Devil was a man of his word. He was waiting for the response, he had other places to be but this was calculated into his quest. He didn't bother conjuring himself a drink, simply placing his wrists onto the bar counter and patiently waiting for her arrival.
Flandre Darkmist
Flandre made her way out from the kitchen, nibbling on what seemed to be a slice of cheesecake, the vampire holding a plate underneath her treat, eyes wandering the room before landing on him. With a finger raised to ask for a moment she finished the bite she was working on and wiped her lips clean with a handkerchief. "Good evening to you Mister Morningstar, how did today treat you?" She asked politely as she sat down, idly resting a hand on her stomach as those black metal wings rest over the back of the chair she occupied.
As she arrived Lucifer acknowledged her immediately. "I haven't come for small talk, Flandre. Were you successful in locating a suitable werewolf?" Lucifer's gaze was its usual intense nature, his tongue spoke as usual, sharp and poised like a gentlemen. He wasn't one to minx words, but was persuasive in obtaining what he wanted. He seemed to be calm and reserved. He might've been an ass, but he still lived up to his word and that was at least something going for him in a positive light.
Flandre Darkmist
"Well.... I kind of didn't bother looking cause first off I only know partial werewolves and secondly if I did I don't really feel like letting them risk being tricked into something by the devil, no offense but I like less severe trickery." She said with a shrug.
Lucifer's eyes would shine with an amber polish. "You're a smart woman, Flandre; had you committed and lied, I would've ripped you apart by the atoms....Fortunately all you've done is offer a chance for me to succeed." He took a few steps towards the door and then casually spoke. "I can't fault you for not being able to help me. So I don't want you to take this as vengeance for wasting my time....Consider this a <b>negative</b> for choosing to be neutral." Lucifer's eyes flared and suddenly windows would flare with sunlight blasting through them into the Darkmist Pub. [c]
The Light Bringer's energy would curse the building with his shear willpower forcing the windows to project Solar light at all times and unless curtains or blinds were placed over them, the Tavern would be lit as though each window in the building were facing the Eastern rising sun. Lucifer wouldn't kill her nor would he burn the place down, but he did have to send a message to Flandre and The Morningstar was confident that she received it well.
Flandre Darkmist
Flandre made her way out from the kitchen, nibbling on what seemed to be a slice of cheesecake, the vampire holding a plate underneath her treat, eyes wandering the room before landing on him. With a finger raised to ask for a moment she finished the bite she was working on and wiped her lips clean with a handkerchief. "Good evening to you Mister Morningstar, how did today treat you?" She asked politely as she sat down, idly resting a hand on her stomach as those black metal wings rest over the back of the chair she occupied.
As she arrived Lucifer acknowledged her immediately. "I haven't come for small talk, Flandre. Were you successful in locating a suitable werewolf?" Lucifer's gaze was its usual intense nature, his tongue spoke as usual, sharp and poised like a gentlemen. He wasn't one to minx words, but was persuasive in obtaining what he wanted. He seemed to be calm and reserved. He might've been an ass, but he still lived up to his word and that was at least something going for him in a positive light.
Flandre Darkmist
"Well.... I kind of didn't bother looking cause first off I only know partial werewolves and secondly if I did I don't really feel like letting them risk being tricked into something by the devil, no offense but I like less severe trickery." She said with a shrug.
Lucifer's eyes would shine with an amber polish. "You're a smart woman, Flandre; had you committed and lied, I would've ripped you apart by the atoms....Fortunately all you've done is offer a chance for me to succeed." He took a few steps towards the door and then casually spoke. "I can't fault you for not being able to help me. So I don't want you to take this as vengeance for wasting my time....Consider this a <b>negative</b> for choosing to be neutral." Lucifer's eyes flared and suddenly windows would flare with sunlight blasting through them into the Darkmist Pub. [c]
The Light Bringer's energy would curse the building with his shear willpower forcing the windows to project Solar light at all times and unless curtains or blinds were placed over them, the Tavern would be lit as though each window in the building were facing the Eastern rising sun. Lucifer wouldn't kill her nor would he burn the place down, but he did have to send a message to Flandre and The Morningstar was confident that she received it well.