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18 October 2010 @ 12:09 am
 
Who: Eric and Lucy
What: Eric only just lost his roommate, but already has a new one? He is not pleased.
When: Sunday, late evening
Where: Room 505
Status: In Progress
Warnings: I don't even know, will update if necessary. Swearing?


Eric had made it a nightly ritual to search the grounds of the mansion every evening after awaking from his day sleep. Pavel had seemingly disappeared within the day or so, though he'd left absoluately no trace that he'd ever lived there. The vampire had simply woken one evening to find him gone, his bed made, and his desk clear and clean. It had left him dangerously on edge and longing for action. There was little he could do, given the situation, but Eric was not one to sit idle and simply let things happen. At some point, he was going to have to do something.

Fortunately, the hallways of the mansion were quiet again tonight. The Viking made his rounds quickly before heading back to his room. Perhaps he would go see Sookie tonight and see how she was doing. The transformation fiasco had taken a toll on her.

Eric reached toward the door handle to his room, pausing when he heard a sound. He narrowed his eyes, focusing his senses. There was someone on the other side of the door, and he wondered briefly if he'd been wrong, and Pavel had never left. Deciding not to stall any further, he pulled the door open, and was immediately greeted by an unfamiliar face. His fangs extended instinctually to an unknown force in his resting place. He would deal with the consequences later, if there were any. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded from the doorway.
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[identity profile] lucyishome.livejournal.com on October 18th, 2010 05:19 am (UTC)
Lucifer wasn't sure how he had gotten here or what had happened exactly. After his incident with the other gods of this world and a brief scuffle with his brother, he remembered flying home, to his safe house, crawling with demons... only to end up here instead of at home. And now, though his ethereal wings were working fine, he couldn't go anywhere outside of this place. He could fly across the room, onto the roof, onto the lawn, but anytime he tried to go past the fence, he bounced off of it like a fly off a window. No luck.

He had been working over this problem when he noticed Sam Winchester's presence in the building. Sure, he couldn't pin down exactly where he was and fly to him, but he could feel him. He knew that his true vessel was in there somewhere and that almost made this whole thing a little bit better.

Of course, until a strange walked into 'his' room and demanded to know who exactly he was. Lucifer thought this question over, he really did. Whether or not to answer truthfully or whether he should just see how limited his powers had become (he was aware of a significant drain, he wasn't exactly sure how much had been depleted, but there was definitely a gap).

"My name is Lucifer, you might've heard of me. And you are...?"
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on October 18th, 2010 07:19 am (UTC)
Eric stalled at the name, positive that he must have heard wrong. Perhaps it was an alias, or a nickname, or the man's mother playing a very cruel joke on her child.

Or perhaps it was the mansion up to its old tricks.

"I've heard the name once or twice before," he said, his voice flat and humorless. The vampire's eyes flicked over to the desk. It had been empty when he'd left, and now another new journal lay atop it.

Well, that explained it, though Eric certainly wasn't happy about it. "It seems you are my new roommate," he said, growling the words. He relaxed his stance, collecting himself as he put away his fangs. He still kept a wary eye on the 'intruder,' just to be safe. He would likely have to go sleep in the garden tonight until he was sure this man wouldn't stake him in his sleep. "I am Eric Northman."
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[identity profile] lucyishome.livejournal.com on October 18th, 2010 02:05 pm (UTC)
"Well, Eric, I don't often depend on others to tell me what is going on..." Lucifer said slowly, turning at the pages of the strange journal that he had been given, a smile spreading across his lips as he did so, thinking. "But I have a question, if you wouldn't mind my asking..."

It didn't matter where he was, how he got there or any of that. This certainly wasn't Hell, but it had the power to contain one of the brightest and most powerful archangels to ever grace the Earth. If that wasn't powerful, he wasn't sure what was. Even Hell's seals had began to wear and tear after a while, but this... This was something completely different. Still, he didn't care. Once it came time for the Earth to vanish, he would be able to spring out, he was sure of it.

It was with that mentality in mind that he turned to Eric with a quirky smile and asked, quite innocently. "Can you tell me where Sam Winchester is? I really would like to talk with him."
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on October 18th, 2010 03:51 pm (UTC)
One of the reasons that Eric had lived as long as he had was that he had a very good sense of intuition. He never got himself into situations he couldn't handle or find a way out of. He almost never trusted anyone, and he certainly didn't believe anyone who acted overly charming or naive. It was almost always a farce.

But this man set off all his warning bells. There was definitely something otherworldly about him, and had he been alive, Eric was sure that every hair on his body would have been standing on end.

"Everyone new always seems to be very interested in Sam," he replied, though it certainly wasn't an answer to the question. "I wonder why that is?"
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[identity profile] lucyishome.livejournal.com on October 19th, 2010 03:54 pm (UTC)
"It's because he's a very, very special boy." Lucifer replied, crossing his arms slowly over his chest, watching Eric as if waiting for him to do something much more interesting. It was clear enough that the Devil was just buying time, just lazing about until he decided it would be opportune for him to hurry along.

He was good at finding the right moments to strike. And good at making friends where he had none. This Eric, however, seemed incredibly reluctant to budge in any direction. Which might prove to make Lucifer's job a little harder. He wondered, very briefly, whether or not this man would try to prevent him in any of his plans.

"You seem," He paused, looking Eric up and down before wriggling his fingers a bit. "Tense."
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on October 19th, 2010 04:25 pm (UTC)
"Is that right?" Eric asked, raising a questioning brow. "He seemed to be a relatively normal human when I met him, though perhaps a bit bold." And yet, he seemed to be the topic of nearly every conversation Eric had had since arriving. Perhaps there was more to him than what was on the surface, just as Sookie had been. "What business do you have with him, if you wouldn't mind my asking?"

His eyes were slightly narrowed still, and he took this time to try and get a better read on the man. He gave off a creepy vibe, something Eric was not used to. The vampire was far more used to inciting that response in others, not the other way around.

"Would you not be tense if a stranger magically appeared in your resting quarters?" he questioned, though is tone was not threatening.

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[identity profile] lucyishome.livejournal.com on October 20th, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
"Oh, nothing important." Lucifer said with a smile and a casual glance over to the vampire. He could tell that he was giving the other the creeps - and he enjoyed having that knowledge. He enjoyed screwing around with people's minds in general, but here... Here it was just too easy and way too much fun. "He's the reason why the world is going to end, you know... He is... More than just a human."

The angel walked about the room slowly, glancing to the bed, then back up to Eric. "I'm sorry for... disturbing you then, but I have... no idea why I'm here, how I got here..." He had a few theories though. Somehow his brothers had put him in a new Hell.

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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on October 20th, 2010 05:41 am (UTC)
Eric already knew that this room situation was going to go very, very poorly. The Viking had dealt with his type before. It was one thing to be confident in his abilities and to be charming or suave when the situation called for it. It was quite another to be blindingly arrogant, annoyingly vague, and unnecessarily cruel.

Lucifer reminded him of Russell Edgington in a backwards sort of way. He wondered if this man was as old, loony, and sadistic as the former had been.

"None of us do," he said shortly, finally stepping into the room and letting the door close behind him. Eric was certainly wary of him, but not frightened. "We are all trapped here together, with no way home and no way out. Unless, the mansion decides otherwise."
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[identity profile] lucyishome.livejournal.com on October 21st, 2010 04:24 am (UTC)
"Indeed," Lucifer hummed, tapping his fingers together and giving Eric a good look over. He wasn't pleased by this roommate. If he had the choice, he would have chosen Sam. Or, even better, his delightfully spunky British girl. She would be fun to screw around with. Mentally, of course. The idea of humans and their intercourse gave him the heebie jeebies.

The Devil broke his gaze and paced over to his bed, sitting down on it, his lips formed into a tight little frown. Clearly, things weren't exactly going the way that he'd like them to. They were going downhill, way too fast. "I'm sorry, and how long have you been here, exactly?"
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[identity profile] mr-fangtasia.livejournal.com on October 21st, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)
As Lucifer took a seat on his bed, Eric followed suit by moving to his desk chair and having a seat as well. He watched as the man's attitude took a distinct turn, as if he was slowly realizing his situation. No matter how powerful he had been wherever he had come from, that would not be the case here. Eric was still coming to terms with that.

"I have been here seven weeks," he said, leaning forward in the chair, his elbows resting on his knees. "In that time, the house has changed the forms of it's inhabitants and itself, toyed with our minds, made new people appear while making others disappear..." he trailed off, looking grim. It sounded like madness, and yet he had lived through it.
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