The Underworld discussion

((GASP. .3. lerki...)) Daemon walked with Adrian to cell 14, hands clasped at his sides.

((I have great taste in cells. And gods.))

Adrian let the doors slide open, the lights were switched off again and they were in almost darkness.

"Adrian, is that you my little darling?"

"Why?" he asked casually, "You miss me?"

He flicked a switch to his right and the lights came on, letting the man who was sat against the wall come into light. He turned his head towards Adrian and smiled.

"Always."

((.3. yes you do)) Daemon watched Stiles with a frown. There was indeed something...sinister about the man. He looked to Adrian, and sidled slightly closer to the father, uneasy.

((Loki is love, Loki is life))

Stiles cocked his head. "You still letting the little puppy tag along? You never usually keep toys this long."

"He's the Brother now," said Adrian, moving to check all of the security fronts.

Stiles lay his head back against the wall. "Moving on from the last one so soon? Ah he loved you dearly, like a brother, pity the last thing he saw was me."

"I didn't come here to chitchat," said Adrian.

"You went home, right?" asked Stiles, ignoring the previous statement, "Did you find my notes?"

"Stay out of my fucking house, Stiles," snapped Adrian.

"I'm in a prison."

((hella))

During this whole encounter, Daemon just looked around, mostly tuning them out. His eyes glowed slightly as he scanned their surroundings, checking everything twice. That, and to keep from staring at the curious man in the cage.

"Why are the X circuits out..." murmured Adrian.

"A girl fell into them," called Stiles.

"Why?" asked Adrian, looking at Stiles and fearing the answer. Stiles gave him that cryptically friendly smile that never reached his eyes.

"Because I asked her to."

Daemon gazed over the edge of the balcony, frowning. "Should I replace them, sir?" it would only take a moment, and he wouldn't fall.

"If you wouldn't mind, Daemon," said Adrian, "And then we'll go. This man doesn't deserve so much human interaction. I must be going soft."

"Oh angel," laughed Stiles, "You've always been soft."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Naughty."

Daemon nodded, glancing at Stiles with a frown and putting a hand on the bar and lifting himself over, dropping out of sight. He landed on a maintenance catwalk below and weaved his way over to the damaged wires.

"Hurry up Daemon," insisted Adrian.

"Yes hurry up, Demon," echoed Stiles, "I think I'm making little angel agitated..."

He growled softly and flipped him off, though Stiles wouldn't be able to see his action from where he was. And there it was, faulty wires overstretched and ripped out of the circuitboard in the wall. It wasn't a two second fix, it would take him a few minutes. After assessing the wall, he found the supply room and grabbed replacement wiring, cutting the broken wires away and getting to work adding the new ones, not bothering to turn off the circuitry. It felt tingly, the energy flowing to his fingers, but it didn't electrocute him like it would a human.

"So how was the surface?" asked Stiles, "I know how you hate the open sky. You were always much more comfortable locked away in the confines of my humble abode."

"I'm not going to talk to you, Stiles," huffed Adrian, looking down and seeing Daemon working with the wires.

Daemon bit onto a screwdriver, fraying the wires and screwing them down onto the circuitry, soldering them down and closing the circuit board door, taping off the wires and putting everything back. He crawled back to the end and and leaned out to jump up and grab the top rail, yelping as his hands slipped ahd he grabbed the bottom of the platform instead.

Adrian leaned over quickly. "You okay?"

"Let him fall," said Stiles, "Perhaps it will fix his face."

"Enough," growled Adrian, "Daemon? You need any help?"

"Nope. I got it"he grunted, grabbing the bar and pulling himself up, sliding away from the edge and brushing the dirt off of his clothing, flipping Stiles off. "I think you need a mirror, asshat" he snarled, a rather dirty smear of dust across his cheeks not exactly making him look more intimidating.

"I do too," said Stiles, "But my little Adrian won't give me one."

"I think he was implying you were ugly."

"I know what he was implying," laughed Stiles, "But I'm beautiful, so it doesn't bother me."

"You're old."

"Never bothered you before."

"Come on Daemon," sighed Adrian, "We're leaving."

((sorry goodreads crapped out)) Daemon snarled at him, and glanced to Adrian. "Thank god" he muttered, walking out with him, glancing back only once before exiting.

(( I can't wait to RP with Stiles, wow...))

((xD ikr))

Stiles stirred from sleep as the doors opened. He hoped his new guards turned the lights on. Let him play.

"And who is it who graces my presence this evening?"

No response. Two guards filed in, along with Daemon, his eyes glowing slightly in the darkness. Just like instructed, they didn't grace STiles with a response. Daemon crouched next to the control panel, only lighting his cage so they could keep an eye on him.

Stiles playfully pouted. "I can't see you out there. Never mind, I don't need to see you. I just need you to see me."

He rose to his feet gracefully and began to lope around the cell. He had a slight suspicion as to who it was, but he didn't want to be presumptuous. "Where is my Adrian, hm? I want my babyface to come and play with me."

He rolled his eyes, plopping down on a chair and relaxing back against the railing. "He's gone" he replied shortly, pressing his lips together after replying, regret choking him up.

"Hm, I thought it was you," said Stiles with a smile, "Trust Adrian to load me off onto you so he doesn't have to deal with me. Running away from things is usually his first course of action."

"It was my idea, not his." He snarled, clenching his hands into fists. "Just shut up, okay?"

"I'm under no obligation to be quiet," pointed Stiles, "Freedom of speech, where I cannot walk free. And you mean to tell me Adrian listened to someone? Remarkable. He never did do as he was told."

Daemon scowled. "that's because you are an ass" he snarled, clenching his jaw and crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, humming softly. "He listens to me."

"Hm, do I detect an air of gloating?" taunted Stiles, "Why if I didn't know any better I'd say you were smitten. Trivial affection though. Mine is much more potent."

He snarled, tensing and glaring up at him. "SHut up!"

"I hit a nerve?" chuckled Stiles, "I expect he fucked you. He always does, he's quite the lustful one. But I wouldn't over-think it, Brother, because Adrian has been in love once in his life, and that was with yours truly. So hard-hearted as he is now... I think I might have broken him. Oops."

He growled, getting to his feet abruptly and clenching his hands into tight fists, glaring at him now. "Listen up you sick piece of shit. SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Stiles let out an amused and patronizing laugh. "You've got quite the temper there. You're one of thousands who have been used by Adrian Fallon..."

He walked up close to the glass and smiled in an almost friendly manor. "But I'm the only person ever to have used him."

He growled. "That's cool. Now piss off" he scowled, turning and flopping down in the darkness, his back to Stiles.

Stiles turned around, twiddling his thumbs as he walked, triumphant. The boy had made eye contact several times during the exchange - Stiles had felt it.

((Sorry goodreads crashed)) daemon growled softly, instead tuning stiles out to check te weapon inventory on his tablets.

((So Caleb would be one of the guards who came in with Daemon? Just letting you know, he's still human, still "undecided" on his enhancement.))

((Sure! XP))

((Yep! :D))

Stiles began to pace around his cell again at a very leisurely pace. He spun around, and began to sing.

They all deserve to die,
Tell you why, Mrs Lovett, tell you why,
Because in all of the whole human race,
Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two,
There's the one staying put in his proper place,
And the one with his foot in the other one's face,
Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you,
Don't we all deserve to die?
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I,
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief,
For the rest of us death will be a relief,
We all deserve to die.

"You know, Adrian used to sing with me all the time, which of you will indulge me?"

Daemon growled, glancing to the guards in a warning. He tended, but didn't respond. Not gracing stiles with a response let alone song, wet back to what he was doing

((So I can just post then?))

((Yes, just join in, we'll do an order :P))

((Okay!))

Caleb had stayed perfectly quiet up til this point. His eyes adjusted to the darkness fairly quick, but the cage lighting still blinded him when he'd look at it. When the lights had first come up, Caleb couldn't help but notice that Stiles was a striking man, despite the time spend in this place. As he began to talk back and forth with Daemon, he could see why Adrian was clear on not talking to the man. He liked to hit where it hurt, and he knew just where it hurt.

Caleb recognized the song Stiles began to sing immediately. He had been in a production of Sweeney Todd once, a long long time ago, in his parents attempts at getting him to come out of his cage. He was a good actor when it came to it, but he was still terribly shy. The lyrics that went on after Stiles stopped rang through Cable's head. Instead of singing along, he hummed quietly, but it was painfully loud in the silence. No one said anything against humming, right?

And I'll never see Johanna
No I'll never hug my girl to me - finished!
Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.

Daemon shot Caleb a glare, but decided there was no harm in what he was doing, since the human was hidden in the darkness. His humming was a little loud but rang off of the metallic walls, keeping his whereabouts hidden. He dismissed it and went back to what he was doing.

Stiles smiled triumphantly. "Thank you, stranger. At least someone has nice manners. You ought to learn from the gentleman, Daemon, don't let your common background hold you back."

He leaned against the window. "How is Mavis? She still alive?"

He snarled at him, rolling his eyes and leaning back into the balcony. He sighed. "I didn't recognize the song" he muttered, runnin a hand through his hair. "And yes"

((I'm going to be watching Transformers 4-))

Caleb gave a little smile at the thank you. Could someone who said thank you really be all that bad? The human studied the man in the cell. He really didn't look all that much like a bad guy... although he had the air of control that even though they were far from each other and even though the man couldn't see Caleb, he could feel the power the man had over him radiating.

((...))

"Preposterous," scoffed Stiles, "Sweeney Todd is a classic. And good, I had feared that she had somehow been killed or worse, abandoned. The fact that she lives pleases me greatly."

Not for love of the cat, but for the meaning behind its continuation in life. But these guards didn't need to know that - let them think he was Stiles, lover of cats and musicals. Harmless.

Daemon frowned, gazing at him "...what do you mean?"