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Aal's ears perk up, and tilts her head as she scents the air subtlely. Was that? Some sea-related being or? She glances about for the source. Curious though slightly cautious she eases visibly a the sight of a young woman. Her face softens.

"Oh..ello do you need some..assit-?" She pads over and begins to ask, before listening raptly. "Ah.." She tilts her head a wee bit at the new word. "Um, that's correct miss?" She half confirms half prompts warmly in a friendly tone.

"Ah, well that's a mite complicated. Depends on what needs doing really. " Se starts to try and explain. She brightens a bit at the last. "Now there's something I know a bit more about..This is the Nexus Realm between worlds..sort of like a hub in a multiversal train or bus station." She murmurs trying to hopefully give some familiar context to an unfamiliar situation.

She then smiles sheepishly but warm, "Oh pardon, " She murmurs offering her gloved hand. "I'm Ashlynn, Mrs. Ashlynn Aalish SinClair, but most folks call me Ash." She introduced herself.

Taylor glanced over to her giving a small grin to let the stranger know that she wasn't a threat, at least she hoped so...

"So, no big boss? In a way, that's kinda comfortin'." She was trying to reign in her accent, though if she slipped back sorry. "And now, I'm not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed that I didn't end up somehow on Mu. I mean, would have been cool to find the lost continent in the Pacific Ocean." She shrugged it off.

At the offered hand Taylor shook it. "I'm Taylor, Tay or Minnow are fine too. Nice to meet you Ash."

Lucifer looks up from where he's reading. His wings shifting behind him as he folds the book on his lap and gives the person talking to him a once over. He might pass for a professor type in clothing with a slim fit, three piece black suit and white shirt. Perhaps, if he didn't look young and have the four feathered wings that is.

"We are quite far from Easter Island." He confirms and then smiles at her slow asking of question. "This is the Nexus. Your other question is... complicated here."

How to explain this all respectfully and with enough information to get her on the right track. "There is no one person in charge here, though you will find some groups have leadership present here. My own species has the full court here though we do not rule over the others here."

And Taylor, takes a step back at the sight of the wings. "I guessed at your outfit. No Haole wears a suit to the islands." Yeah, she's watching the wings again for a moment. "And considering I was climbing around ruins, I know I'm not drunk enough to be seeing things so, those have to be real."

"Sounds like this place might be a little more interesting than the crew I was working with at the dig." She gave a grin, the guy looked a little odd, but Hell she'd seen weird in some of her dig sites. The one in the Yucatan with the winged snake was up there. "Guessing, Angel, not Fairy?"

He was going to mention he was not a foreigner anywhere but it would take up too much time to explain why right now. "You are a free climber?"

It was a reasonable question after the people he had met in the Nexus. The book gets set aside. It's leather bound in red with a title that is unreadable unless someone is familiar with Enochian script.

"It is a fascinating place though not all that live in this place are friendly." He thought about out in the wilds where his kind were reasonably safe but a human may not always be.

"Yes, I am a seraphim." He shifted while considering standing but did not yet. He would have been amused if she mentioned Quetzalcoatl. Even so he smiles. "I am Lucifer Morningstar. Yes, that one and no, I am fairly certain I am not the one from your creation."

His tone is full of a jovial and friendly amusement as he address the thoughts and questions that come most of the time. For any mythology, the king is friendly, particularly with humans.

"I've done a fair share of it. Prefer being on the water than on a cliff honestly."

"I'm not afraid of a little danger. Adrenaline junkie here, prefer it the natural way."

"I'm not a follower of that cult honestly." She chuckled, "No offense. Though I have read that book and remember that story." She tucked hair from her face. "I'm Taylor Lin."

"So, any questions about it you'd rather not answer? Historian by profession, and I love a good story about people who buck the system." Her smile stayed, she was going to just roll with the flow, seemed easier until she figured things out.

"I am fond of the water, too." Lucifer loved staring at the ocean at sunrise. It was something he would do if duties didn't keep him busy.

"Much of this place has an anti-violence magic on it, but in the places where it fades there are things that are dangerous in a way that I would suggest avoiding for survival." He didn't mention that one of his own angels was part of the problem.

"I do not subscribe to it either though I am hopelessly entangled in its mythology." Lucifer chuckled and relaxed where he was sitting. "The book barely mentions me."

"It is a pleasure." Lucifer nods very slightly in recognition. "I do not mind the questions but you should ask if you are prepared for the answers to them from a being that is incapable of shying away from the truth."

"My mom's friend jokes that I was born in the ocean about a hundred yards off the coast of Maui so, it's in my blood." She rolled her shoulders a little.

"Thanks for the head's up. I'll be careful." The 'magic' bit makes her think it's just some tech that isn't understood yet. Luckily she's not one to mess with tech on purpose.

"There's enough from what I remember, though none of it was good. It didn't really paint a good picture for most women either." She remembered that too, which was part of the reason why she told her 'uncle' she'd pass on going to services, gave her more time to explore the jungle on the islands.

She thought a few moments. "I'll keep it in mind."

"Most will not be any direct, physical threat." He figures that is worth mentioning as well but that is enough on the subject for the moment.

"My Father was unkind to you but it is not for the reason the book mentions. I did not seduce your Mother." No matter how hard he tries there's always an undertone of sadness when he mentions Eve.

"If you have questions, you can join me." Lucifer moved his wings so she could sit beside him without his wings being in her personal space too much.

"Mental or verbal then." That she could handle to some extent, though she'd hold off exploring anything that looked dangerous for now. Though she would go exploring at some point, can't drop a tomb raider off somewhere and expect them to stay put.

When he said her mother she glanced up and realized not mortal one. "Pretty sure it was mutual, I mean from what I remember of that story, Adam was a bit of a dick."

"Would be interesting in knowing your version of the stories if you don't mind telling them. And, mind if I sketch you?" She pulled her journal from the pocket of her cargo pants. "If not it's okay."

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Aal smiles softly and warmly back.

"Ah, not like ya know officially least in these parts..There are plenty of folks I would..ahem just give ya know proper mannerly respect to cause there are some high-ranked and powerful folks who come through or plant themselves in certain areas. But most are usually pretty friendly on the whole." She gently informs and warns her. Not wanting her to get on anyone's bad side accidentally.

She then adds, "And also like the Wilds are called such for a reason." Thinking about what other information would be good for her to have a heads up on. Regardless if she'd seen Cap's PSA or mayhaps not any of the literature yet. She glances about to see if she can spot any.

She smiles warmly and slightly shrugs nonchalantly and friendly, when she gets slightly emotional or homesick her own lit comes out from time to time. Though it's likely to sound more Irish or Welsh to some.

She blinks and tilts her head slightly to the right again, "Oh? that's an interesting name." She did enjoy learning about new places and peoples and such. Or least new to herself. Her eyebrows go up, Pacific, interesting. very interesting. "Ahem so..is that more the Poleniesian area or..am I a bit off?" She asks trying not to offend. Just trying to place things near things she had some sort of reference point of.

Probably not looking for someplace like Atlantis? Right wrong Terrain unless there were some new facts/other theories. Or The Mysterious Island.

She grins warmly, "Ooh, lovely name..erm names." She murmurs pleasantly surprised, "And likewise, dear." She murmurs with a happy squint as she gently shakes back. Almost canine-like. Her left ear wiggles a bit happily.

"Yes though the source may not be mundane or direct." Lucifer himself could play that game well, turn people all around until they didn't know or did what he wanted anyway.

"I have no desire to even breath his name." Lucifer had a hatred for Adam that would never go away. "There was no seduction between us unless you count the natural attraction between people seduction."

"There are some complicated beginnings but we will forego everything before the fall and the several billion years after, to start with Eden. Though, by all means ask questions and draw. Are you going to draw in color?"

"I see. So, just play by ear until I figure out the hierarchy. Seems like my normal."

Taylor caught it, but thought it was some sort of cartoon PSA, after all, her world, he's a comic book character, one that her 'uncle' used to give her when he stopped by for a visit. She preferred the ones with a little more adventure than action honestly.

"Which? Mu? It's a legend, though I'm not sure if it really exists, I just like not having to be around the guy that raised me."

It's close, though Taylor is only on the search because her guardian wants her to be on it. Something about wanting an artifact for his order. She's still debating if she wants to screw him over honestly.

"It's because I'm usually one of the smallest out on the waves." She grinned.

SHe quirked a brow at that, but smirked.

"Got it, no mention of him." She pulled a small pack of wax pencils from the same pocket. "I only have a few colors. Was planning on getting a new set when I got back to Mainland. Either Asia or the Americas."

"If you wish color.." There's a moment of fire in his hand and then a more expansive pack of the same kind of pencils. ".. have these and I will show you a diminished version of what your mother saw in the garden."

His wings shifted and the white of the illusions he wore faded to reveal the sunrise colors on his large pair of wings and the fiery colors of the smaller wings, the feathers on the smaller pair shifting like flames though if touched they are feathers.

Taylor looked at the pencils. "Thank you. I go through these a lot when I'm on a dig." She accepted the pencils and settled down next to him.

"Okay, that is more amazing than sun rise over Waikiki." She grinned brightly as she took out a pale color to do the rough sketch. "Do they just look like flames? Or is it just for show?" It was an honest question.

"I have a known fondness for the arts." Lucifer tells her as she takes them. He has been a patron of the arts as long as art has existed though usually more removed than this.

"You are seeing a blend of the illusions I wear to protect others and my presence." Lucifer tells her as she starts to sketch. "The seraphim are made of fire, passion, virtue and the forces of creation. They are both feather and fire but they behave with my mood. Calm and welcoming as I am now, they are no danger. In anger, they will burn someone who touches them."

This was the temperamental nature of a being made of fire and passion. His presence and how it reacted with the world around him was attached to his emotions. "Despite the literature I am more often gregarious and neutral than destructive."

"Usually those who buck the system are Artistic souls, at least that's what I've come to realize. Even my favorite pirates carved, sang and were known to dance. When not worried about hanging because the governments of their home countries disapproved of their actions that is."

"So, no touching if I see you upset. Gotcha." She made that small note in the corner of the page she was sketching on. The page opposite had notes in English and a few varied Asian languages as well as a sketch of a leopard, and in the middle was Quetzalcoatl, at least what she had found in the ruins she had been at, it was missing half the tail and she had sketched the broken stones where the wings had been splayed out.

"So histories of any culture are written by the vocal majority. Usually they paint an awful picture of the 'enemy'." She had seen that several times with many of the pirates she had researched. Hell, she knew from the stories that her mentor had taught her of his own Native Hawaiian people. "That's why I love hearing all the stories I can, so I can make my own mind up about what really went on. Might not be the 'proper way' of doing things as a historian, but I'd rather not work for the snobby museums."

"Creator is the most raw form of art." Lucifer had seen the same as she had over the years; from himself all the way to his most recent meetings.

"My anger is rare. There is not much to worry about." He looks down at her book curious and easily able to read the languages provided they are the same as the equivalent languages in his creation. The Quetzalcoatl brings a smile and he points to it. "You have drawn one of the forms that I bear and share with another. The feathered serpent under the tree of Eden."

"If you are here long enough you may meet the historian of my court. They will tell you stories until you ask for them to stop or fall asleep." Lucifer knew all too well how history was manipulated not just by victors but also others as it served their purpose.

"I did originally go to Eden to kill the humans. God had killed and injured my children and I sought revenge for the offense." Lucifer saw no shame in his behavior. "I met Eve in the Garden before Adam, who spoke to God more than his spouse. Her presence though, I bear many curses placed upon me by God during the Fall, her presence quieted all of them. Any thought of aggression, linked to being cursed to bear wrath, flew with her appearance from the forest. I was at peace and she was extraordinarily beautiful."

He spoke slowly, offering pauses so she could ask questions if there were any, or comments if those were to be had. Over the centuries, he had heard most comments that could be spoken.

"This is the Nexus, and so far as I've been able to tell, absolutely no-one's in charge. At all. I'm Megatron of Tarn. I'm not from around here either. I'm not sure anyone here is from around here."

He's been wandering about like he does in the Nexus sometimes, just watching things. So he's not at his full height of ten metres; it's more like two, which if he were human, would make him very tall, but not impossibly so. The way he speaks is rather cultured, even when his language is casual.

(That said, he is still a big robot with glowing red eyes, engraved scrollwork all over his upper chest, and some kind of cannon or gun affixed to his back, and if the cartoons exist in her universe, the sight of him might be pretty hilarious.)

She softly nods, "Well, there are a few folks I know off the bat myself..Though there are ah let's say folks who look near-identical but aren't so internally." She tries her best to explain with a slight diplomatic tilt to her head. Sometimes the place could get right busy and bustling.

She chuckles softly but warm, "Well, least that's one less thing for ya to get used to." She murmurs conversationally. Though there were sometimes even things that could throw even the most seasoned of folks for a loop.

"Ah, aye." She murmurs looks thoughtful and then nods. Trying her hardest not to the chant or try the word for herself a few times. "Oh? so ..kinda like Altantis..or more point of origin or something?" She asks curiously and conversationally. "Many legends have some grain of truth in them I find." Especially in a place like this or back in her own Homerealm.

"Ah." She murmurs a wee bit a look and tone of understanding moving across her face. "Space to grow and such can be beneficial sometimes, yes." She murmurs or to recharge.

She chuckles good-naturedly and gives her a slightly lopsided toothy smile. "And you swim like a fish ?" She half asks half states, "My husband's a bit of a water bug himself." She murmurs fondly and lovingly.

"Doppelgangers?" She knew that was possible, after all there were only so many different faces and bodies out there, doubles were expected.

"From what we can figure was like Atlantis, less technological. More of an agricultural society, but other than a few vague scribbles in ancient texts and sketches from sea faring people that are mostly water damaged, it's a shot in the dark if the place actually exists or not."

"Was born in the water so it's part of me. Much to the dismay of my found family at times." She beamed brightly.

She gave a nod. Another mental note went on the sketch in the corner a hand with the thumb and little finger out with motion lines, her way of noting the person was cool in her journals, be lucky not many people had that marking in her journals.

"Takes a while for me to do either if the storyteller is good."

Taylor listened intently working on her sketch, now adding in details and color, it was a realistic drawing almost lifelike, like the sketch of the ruined wall.

And now a talking... robot? She still has to look up a little. Sorry Megatron give her a second, only machines she knows that move unaided, are gadgets built in Japan by techs who really have never been out in the real world when it comes to making machines for exploration.

"So, I've heard from Ash and Lucifer." She recovered from her shock, and realized she was being rude staring. "Sorry, just... what are you?"

(ooc: I'm giggling I know who the character is, and have a G1 Boombox complaining loudly.)

"Then I will try to tell a good story though, it is not a happy one." That was an unfortunate truth, even if the things they were speaking of now were happy.

"She knew I was an angel and I did not hide my name. Man had not been told of me and so she did not yet bear fear or malice toward me as many humans do now." Lucifer paused while his mind remembered her. There was a beauty and a curse to living so long and having perfect memories of every moment experienced. "I walked with her in the Garden until evening when Adam called for her. I could not stay away. As much a desire to see her as one to continually sneak past the best of Heaven's angels who were watching over Eden. I spoke with her of the animals and plants in Eden. We would lay together in the sun and talk for hours until one day she asked me about flying. Taking her into the sky and away from that place where she was ignored and alone changed me."