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Tweak says, "I'm Batman!"

wantedthedevil (wantedthedevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-12-04 23:49:00

Entry tags:

clint barton, lucifer

WHO: Clint Barton & Lucifer
WHAT: Lucifer wants to have a word or two with Clint, just to make sure they're all on the same page.
WHEN: December 3rd; Evening
WHERE: The Roadhouse
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Oddly enough, Lucifer didn't bother with any big theatrics. There was no waiting in the wings to pop in and surprise the man, see if he could catch him off his guard, and no displays of domination that he could have easily manifested at any point that he wanted to. Instead, Lucifer had arrived at the Roadhouse a little before the time that he had suggested and taken one of their booths without any fuss or flourish. Patience wasn't exactly a virtue of his, but in this case, Lucifer didn't see any reason that he should arrive just when he needed to be there. Sitting here, waiting, he was sure would be much more effective whenever the other party showed up.

As it was, Lucifer had most of the information involved in the situation, the various ways and entanglements that Meg and this Clint had had during the time that they had been in the city. It was a web that he had to be proud of, fine examples of both the strength of his daughter and the durability of this human. Hell, had this Barton touched anyone other than Meg, he would be happily shaking the man's hand and boasting about not being able to wait until the day he could take him into the fold.

As it was, he might do that anyway once they had everything settled.

The pair may have called it even, but Lucifer still felt the need to add his own words to the conversation. After all, Meg was his. His creation, his responsibility, his child in the same way that his Mother laid claim over all of the humans. He was certain she would go out of her way to protect one of them if they had been through anything similar. Even if his Meg could likely take ten times what any human could. And yes, that was something to be proud of.

Sparing another glance towards the door, Lucifer took a sip of his drink before leaning back against the seat. Not long yet.

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tobeunmade
2012-12-05 09:04 am UTC (link)

Clint wasn't really sure what to think. Apparently he was meeting up with Lucifer for drinks and some bizarre version of a shovel talk, but that still didn't give him any idea of how things were going to go. What was Lucifer even going to say? Torture my kid again and I'll torture you back? Been there. Done that. Hell, he was just getting his own back for what Meg had done to him. He rubbed at the place where his mechanical hand met his skin, frowning at the constant pain that accompanied his prosthetic appendage, and made his way into the Roadhouse. At least they were on neutral ground. Jude didn't put up with crap from anyone, least of all Lucifer, so it wasn't like the guy was going to be able to just kill him in public. That was definitely a plus.

Stopping briefly at the bar, he got two glasses from one of Jude's minions and a bottle of good Russian vodka he kept there for his own personal use. Then he made his way over to Lucifer and dropped down into the seat across from him, setting the glasses down and filling them up. He'd never really seen much point in beer. On the occasions that he did drink, it was almost always vodka. He blamed Tasha for that most of the time. Without even waiting to see if Lucifer would take the second drink, he knocked his own back without so much as a wince and set it down on the table.

"So, Lucy," he said after a moment, "what did you want to talk to me about? I assume we're going to get to that sooner rather than later, and you don't just want to sit here and stare at my admittedly very pretty face." One thing that could be said for Clint was that there wasn't much that fazed him. And usually he had more guts than sense. Yeah, he was sitting across from the devil, a guy who could kill him with a snap of his fingers, and he was being a sarcastic jackass. He liked to think it was part of his charm. "I mean, I assume this has something to do with me nailing your daughter to a wall and making her scream. In more ways than one. But, to be fair, I wasn't exactly myself the one time. So...want to get this started already?"

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wantedthedevil
2012-12-10 05:33 am UTC (link)

Lucy. There weren't many people who actually had the courage to call him that, much less the fortitude to do so without even blinking an eye. Gabriel, of course, but his baby brother had never really had much of a reason to feel as though he had to rein in his constant taunting of the favorite elder. And Dean, of course, but the other man had not only gotten used to him but had never truly been overly intimidated to begin with. Sure, he was Satan, the Devil, the Dark Prince, but at the end of the day, he was just another dark thing that needed to be ganked to the elder Winchester brother. And thinking like that was bound to boost someone's courage into ridiculous stupid areas.

This asshole, though, reeked of the scent of someone who felt like they had absolutely nothing left to lose. He'd already faced down Meg, twice from the sound of things, and just sitting here, there was a hardened look about him that Lucifer had seen in people before, that kind of beaten down and bedraggled edge that forced someone to spew the most ridiculous shit they could muster just to make it obvious they were still alive, whether to themselves or to the people around them. A slow, sly smile spread across Lucifer's face as he pushed his beer to the side, picking up the shot glass and knocking the vodka back. With his angelic abilities back in place, it wasn't going to have much effect, but it would have been rude to ignore a perfectly good offer.

"I'm impressed," Lucifer said, setting the glass back down on the table. "It takes a lot to be able to get at a demon. Even one that's been temporarily depowered knows how to defend herself," He said with a slightly wicked grin. "Particularly Meg," He said, his gaze trailing down to rest on the mechanical hand propped up on the table before looking back up at Clint. "As you already well know," He said, leaning forward on the table. "Meg's already told me that it was to make the two of you even. So I'm going to save the majority of the threats that I might have given otherwise and just make this simple. If you go after her again for whatever reason, you'll be lucky coming out the other end with just one piece missing," He said, pausing to lean back against the booth as he continued to smile at Clint.

"But beyond that, a job well done," He said. "It's rare to find a human with that sense of bloodlust already intact. I'll look forward to working with you once we manage to break you down," Lucifer said with a bit of a chuckle. "Not that I expect that would be any time soon. You've still got to go first, and what with this place's nasty little habit of bringing people back, I guess we'll just have to wait until you're back in your own world."

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