Fallen {Open}

[Serinthel Haberin]

Cain stretched out his limbs, happy to be in the Dream World again. Confined in Serin's mind, although delightful, lost it's appeal after hours on end. Especially when she wasn't paying attention to him. He frowned. He needed cotton candy. Weaving in and out of the people he bought his cotton candy from a shady vendor and came into the Demens Inn.

He took a bite out of the blue fluff. "Good stuff,"he mumbled with his mouth full of sugar. He swallowed it and grinned as wide as he could. "Now time to find that bastard."

Rumors spread quick in the waking world, and although the name Lucifer meant absolutely nothing to his precious Serin, it meant a lot to him. Cain even went as far to consider him a sibling. Lucifer was a direct creation of the...well, Creator, and Cain was just one more ink away. If he wanted to think of it like that, Lucifer would be more of an uncle.

He frowned. Cain liked sibling more. It was a more even playing field that way. Finishing up the rest of his cotton candy, Cain looked around. The trash can was all the way on the other side of the room. His grin got a little lopsided. He turned to whoever it was standing next to him and handed them the paper cone the candy had been on. The man took it with a questing look and Cain shrugged. "I din do it." He said and walked away with a wave.

"Now time to dig up some information," he said to himself, rubbing his hands together.

This was going to be fun.

[Nessie Vaile]

Nessie swung back her seventeenth shot of flaming sambuca. 'WOO!' She shouted with mirth, swinging her arms up. She fell back forward over the bar, her usually frenzied hair even wilder tonight; it was tangled, hanging over her face, and even a small twig in one secluded corner. With enoguh pwrsuasion, Nessie was a har dpartier, and could definately hold her liquer. 'I WIN!' she yelled, to no one in particular.

'Oi!' She pointed a slender finger at the bartender, a brown haired youth in his late teens. 'Get me another one, or I'll turn you into a... a....' At here she paused. 'I'm a witch,' she finished decusevly, 'get me another one'. Being nieve and easily scared, the boy quickly set about and pouring another one.

'You know, Mai-yah was riiight, this is fuun,' she slurred, as she whipped her hand over the clear liquid to set it alight. 'Here's to Mothers everywhere-WOOOO!' she repeated her war chant from before. This time, she let he arms hand in the air for a bit, staring absent mindedly at them. 'I have nice skin,' she thought aloud, before falling backwards off her stool. She landed on her back on the wooden floor, just barely conscious, and far from coherent. She remained there for five or so minutes, staring at an interesting brown patch in the Inn's ancient ceiling, before a cat man walked in. 'Helloo Kitty!'

[Serinthel Haberin]

"Oh my," Cain practically purred.

Drunk people, were above all else, his favorite targets in the Dream World. He grin gew even wider. He needed information on Lucifer, and if anyone was going to spill it would be this quite drunk, self proclaimed "witch" sitting in front of him.

He sauntered up to her, his tail swishing behind him. "Why hello there," he said. His grin grew lopsided. Cain always felt that it made him look just a tad bit more insane. He liked it. Looking towards the bartender, Cain ordered another shot for her.

Plan: Get her drunk then get her to talk.

He didn't particularly care if she knew Lucifer on a personal level, so long as she knew something and with all the talk of him in the waking world, Cain figured he was no recluse.

[aashongi2]

Lucifer walked into the inn after feeling bored out of his wits in his own home by the Mists. The harp can only provide so much entertainment after all. After the thrill of the maze, from which a master thief had won, there wasn't much to do around the Dream World anymore. Except maybe to drink and get drunk. Lucifer however couldn't, no matter how hard he tried to drown himself in alcohol, get drunk.

True enough, the inn was crowded as always. Dream forms and dream beings alike sure love to party. He continued to walk towards the bar, only to see the maiden witch Nessie on the floor, obviously drunk out of her wits, with some guy beside her. He smirked. Nessie had spurned any advances from him, yet she doesn't seem to mind this guy with a tail. Life could be so unfair.

He left them to their own devices, and sat by one of the bar stools and flagged the bartender. Just because he doesn't get drunk doesn't mean he couldn't enjoy the spirits, no pun intended. "Scotch on the rocks," he said. He momentarily spread his wings to swat a wayward bug that had landed somewhere near the tip, and then closed them back.

[Serinthel Haberin]

It only took Cain a few seconds to realize who had just came into the inn. Looking at the drunken girl in front of him who seemed to lose her ability to reply to him, Cain leaned down to her ear and whispered,"It was lovely meetin' ya darlin', but business calls."

For a moment he was self conscious and straightened his clothes and made sure he hair was in order. His black locks always hung in his eyes and stuck out slightly at the sides. He felt it would be ridiculously boring if it all laid flat on his head like he was a wet cat. That was just gross. Reaching up to his cat-like ears he felt the silver rings hanging in each ear... 1 -2 - 3 - 4. All there, on each side.

Grinning a little wider than he normally did hurt just the tiniest bit but it was worth it. He had to make a good impression.

Sauntering through the crowd, he took a seat next to the winged man. "I'll have what he's having," Cain mumbled, jutting his thumb towards the fallen angel. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd recognized him. Cain figured it was the feeling that the man carried around him. Or maybe he sparked something in Cain's memory, he wasn't entirely sure.

Is he the one you were looking for?

Cain looked down at the white cat stuffed animal on his lap and grinned. Yes. Yes he is.

[aashongi2]

Lucifer received his glass of scotch without a word of thanks or even a smile of gratefulness at the bartender. He was above and beyond that. Where he came from, people were used to serving him, and he was neither obliged to thank them nor offer them praises. That was not his style.

He was sipping his scotch enjoying the biting taste of the drink in his mouth when he noticed someone sit beside him. From the corner of his eye, he could tell who he it was. Funny how the guy had abandoned the maiden witch just like that. If Lu were in his place, he'd act the gentleman and help her up...or maybe not.

He turned to the guy, and raised his glass at him. He seemed vaguely familiar. Lucifer seemed to have known him eons ago, like since-the-beginning-of-time eons ago. He smiled before taking another swig from his glass. He'll introduce himself soon enough "Nice night for a drink," Lu remarked.

[Serinthel Haberin]

It's been a while since I've had this[/b], Cain thought, sniffing at the scotch. Raising it to his lips, he downed the entire drink and grinned. "Another!" He called at the bartender, nodding his head at the man when he got it. He took a sideways glance at Lucifer.

"Nice night for a drink."

Cain blinked. Not that anyone could see it. He hadn't anticipated the fallen angel say something first. Cain's grin grew a little lopsided. He enjoyed the unanticipated. It was refreshing.

"Yeah, it really is. I'm Cain, by the way." He was half tempted to add in his "World's First Murderer" title which he was quite proud of but he refrained. A little modesty every century or so was in order. Cain sipped at his drink.

He finally found Lucifer, or at least someone who commanded as much authority as the Lucifer from Cain's memory. It was a little fuzzy considering how much time had passed since he last heard his mother's stories on the angel. Cain always suspected Eve had a thing for the angel. Cain didn't blame her, Lucifer was rather charming. It didn't help that Adam thought he was God's gift to the world. Well..he was in a way, but that wasn't the point. The man was an arrogant ass.

Cain shook his head, his ears twitching on the top of his head. Now wasn't the time to 'reminisce' on his pre-murder life. He had a goal, damn it. And that goal was to get his alliance with the Fallen sitting next to him. [/color][/size]

[aashongi2]

Lucifer’s brow raised when the tailed man beside him introduced himself as Cain. He can’t be. Can he? He asked himself as he turned his head to give the man a good look-see. The next question he asked himself was whether this “Cain” was a dream form or a permanent resident of the Dream World. Either would be interesting.

”Pleasure making your acquaintance, Cain,” he said in a rather bored tone as he turned back to his drink. Lucifer was far from bored actually. If this man truly was the Cain he knew about, then Lucifer had devious plans already cooking at the back of his head for him. The Dream World was getting a little too quiet and peaceful for his taste.

He downed the rest of his scotch, and indulged in the feeling of the cool liquid biting his tongue and then burning his throat before settling down in the pit of his stomach. He waited for the ringing signals it would send to his head. Nothing. Lucifer frowned. He flagged the bartender for another one, and got his order in no time.

[Serinthel Haberin]

Cain quirked his eyebrow and smirked. He ordered another drink, this time something that looked suspiciously like blood. He already liked it. Even though he only took on cat-like features because of his dear Serinthel's image of him, he enjoyed lapping at his drinks. He simply found it a more entertaining way to drink. He figured it was even another thing he carried with him from his time as one of Adam and Eve's children. He chuckled a little into his drink, recalling the way his parents would stick their heads into water like animals, looking more like the mentally challenged than anything else. Cain was sincerely thankful that he and Abel found a way to drink and not look like a pair of idiots.

"So who's in charge of the chaos around here?" Cain asked, turning his head to look around the inn. Other than the occasional drunk this place was just...dull. He almost frowned at how boring it all was. Almost. Pulling his drink to his lips, Cain took a large gulp of the red liquid. It was pleasantly thick. He let the glass rest of his lips for another second. He didn't want to ruin his chances with the man next to him by saying too much. People got annoyed with people who did that.

He let his mind wander while he waited for a reply. He was sure he'd get one, even if Lucifer looked so bored, he had to have some interest. Or else he wouldn't have said anything at all when Cain introduced himself. Lucifer was a being that demanded respect with his very presence, he wouldn't waste his breath on someone he didn't deem worth his time.

Cain...why were you looking for him?

Cain looked down at the white, ragged kitten doll resting on his lap. His ears tilted forward and a look of fondness crossed his features. Serin. His one and only reason for being. He pat the top of the doll's head affectionately.

He has the power to separate us, Cain felt cold fear run up his spine - obviously from Serin - before he quickly finished with, so that I can finally touch you.[/i] Cain was a carnal being, he'd admit that, but all he wanted was to finally be able to be with his precious little Serin. She was his world, and he'd be damned if some idiot from the real world stole her away from him, simply because he never tried hard enough to separate their bodies in the dream world.[/color][/size]