thelongnow_logs | The Devil Went Down

Who: Rose, John, Max, Eric, Lucifer, WHOEVER.
What: Rose unleashes her plan to get Lucifer out of her dreams... and doesn't include the Winchesters. D:
Where: 2nd floor, then elsewhere
When: Day three, late night
Status: In Progress
Warnings: A bit of strong imagery

Rose stood in the second floor hallway, a piece of paper in hand. She'd written a note. It was meant to be posted on her door, but there were no nails or tape around. So, she left the hand-written instructions on the ground.

Sam,

Don't come looking for me tonight. I'll see you in the morning.

~Rose

With a sigh, she turned for John's room. Tonight, the plan she'd been working on would be put into action. Lucifer's invasions of her dreams needed to be dealt with before she cracked.

The blonde unbraided her hair as she walked, letting her locks down for bed. This whole thing wasn't going as imagined. She'd pictured Sam helping, and maybe even Dean. Their brainless pursuit of Eric, though, had Rose questioning their sense. She abandoned the idea of the Winchesters as assistance, and instead, enlisted anyone else she thought could stand a chance.

Rose opened the door to Room 206. Inside, scattered about, was an unlikely army: Eric Northman, Maxwell Smart, and "Doctor" John Smith.

"'ello, boys." Rose hadn't felt nervous until this very second. She took a few deep breaths, looking from person to person. This wasn't going to be a big deal. It was a good idea. She'd go to sleep, Lucifer would find her in her head, and the group would search for his body. What happened then, well- she wasn't entirely sure. Dean and Sam certainly would've killed Lucifer. Honestly, death wasn't a requirement for Rose. She just wanted peace. John, at least, was experienced in using words instead of weapons.

"Ready for some fun?"

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John looked over at Eric, trying to work out what on Earth he was staring at -- till it finally dawned on him and his mouth made a small 'o' of understanding. Turning his head to the other man, he offered a polite smile.

"We need to find Lucifer and apprehend him so we don't exactly have time to stop and chat. Finding him is crucial right now."

“You mean that man downstairs that doesn’t exist?” he sounded incredulous, but followed with them, it was the most interesting thing that had happened all day “Well I imagine that will be difficult, with him not existing. I’m Nicki, Monsieur” He added to John, and whooshed in front of him for the usual cheek kisses, and whooshed back to his spot by Eric

"I assure you, he exists." Eric sounded rather bitter about that fact, though his expression remained still and cold. He started walking toward the stairs, glancing at the other vampire as he rushed up beside him.

"Downstairs?" he inquired. "As in, he is downstairs at this very moment?" That would make finding him much easier.

"Er, right, hello. I'm John," Oh, how friendly and European of the odd man. Grinning, John nodded his head as a hello instead before tilting his head to the side and peering down the hallway. He was downstairs? That was easier than he thought, he was expecting something more... dramatic.

"Where exactly is he downstairs? Anything we should know about?"

“Well as I said before, he doesn’t exist. But if he were too, he would have looked angry, with big wings. Then he sort of evaporated when I told him he wasn’t really there. I assumed it was sort of like Tinkerbell” Nicki moved around them, and headed toward the stairs casually “I can show you where he wasn’t when I saw him. Are you trying to kill him or something?”

Eric began to walk slightly faster - he didn't really want to waste any time. "It's just a name," he said, feigning composure. "It doesn't necessarily make him the real thing, but stranger things have happened." That much was true.

Eric then shook his head. "We just want to talk to him," he said steadily. "If that doesn't work, then we'll just have to see."

John hurried along after Eric and frowned, wondering if Lucifer was like a nickname or something? It seemed more logical. "I think its safe to say he isn't Lucifer, especially not of the standard Christian theological view or that would defy the universe in many ways."

Alternative and parallel universes gave him head aches.

Nicki blinked at the both of them "Or he just doesn’t exist" he smiled, his way of thinking was much easier, it always was for a crazy. He opened doors when they got to them politely "He did have wings though. Have you tried bread?"

"He exists enough to torment Rose's dreams," he said as they made their way down the stairs. "I do not believe in God, nor the Devil, but he is something." He said the word with clear intent. "That is enough for me."

Eric glanced over his shoulder at the Doctor, urging him forward. "We should hurry. Time in dreams moves faster than reality. She could be suffering."

"Its clear that he's something power, maybe just a bit delusion," John said, jogging after Eric and gesturing for Nicki to lead the way. It was probably best to find Lucifer before he seriously hurt Rose. He had no idea what effect dreams could have to the outer realities.

"Agreed, we have to move much faster. Though what do we do when we find him?"

“Well that’s up to you, I don’t believe in him” Nicki said with a nod, that said he really thought he had a grasp on reality. “Fifth floor, then” he hopped down the stairs, skipping some altogether “Whos Rose? Is she in Wonderland? I just read that, nasty Queen there” he rambled on the rest of the way, hopping stairs

"We talk to him," Eric said to John, glancing at him over his shoulder. "If that doesn't work, then we hurt him. Severely."

"Rose is a...friend," he said as they hurried down the stairs. "She was in the room we just left. And no, she's not in Wonderland. She's asleep." Wonderland might have been better, though this place was an awful lot like Wonderland, wasn't it?

The group hurried through the house, finally finding Lucifer laying quite conspicuously on a bench. Eric couldn't decide if his 'hiding' place was particularly clever or idiotic.

"I'd like to go on record saying that I strongly oppose the use of violence here. Not that it might not be necessary, I'd just prefer it as a last resort if possible?"

He just wanted to make sure Eric wasn't charging into this with the intention to do arm, he couldn't support that.

Unless he had to. If Rose was in danger, he wouldn't hesitate.

The Devil Went Down

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