Housemate From Hell (Mari/Logan/Cruise)

[Corvin Blake]

Corvin slowly nodded to Samael about the papers. “It's Reginald's last will and testament,” he explained, “don't worry about Legal asking questions about you, or who you are. I took care of all of that. That is the other thing I wanted to mention to you, but we can discuss that after you and your sister sign the deed to this house, and that you have read and understand the rules of this Last Will and Testament. After that, all of this legal red tape will be under the rug. Not that any of this really matters, but it is best to keep authorities out of these things as best as possible.” Afterwards, both Corvin and Samael came into the dining facility, where Mari stood waiting. She looked at both of them, and regarded them accordingly and Corvin sat down between the two and pulled out the forms and two, separate pens for both of them and placed them at their respective sides.

“Believe me, Miss Sinclaire, that after talking to your brother, he has agreed to be nothing more, than civil with you, regarding these proceedings,” he said in a soft, assuring voice, “but believe me, this will be so much quicker and easier for all of us, if we can just simply get this over with now, and the two of you can go about your separate ways. But for the record, this is not a contract, it is just a simple proceeding. You and your brother sign that you have read and understood your late father's Last Will And Testament, and that you agree to the terms and conditions of the house.” As he laid out each piece of paper for them to sign, Corvin reached back into his briefcase, and pulled out a rather large folder, that was tied closed with a string.

Turning to Samael, he handed him the folder, and smiled politely. “Given that you grew up most of your life in Hell,” he began, “that would indicate, that you have never been registered anywhere in a database, nor would you be considered a citizen of any country, so I took the liberty of contacting a few clients, who owe me favors. Senators, whose names shall not be mentioned, for legal purposes, and magical purposes, but they have made you a naturalized American Citizen, and these are your records. Birth Certificate, Driver's License, Social Security number, dental records...human form only of course, blood type, should you somehow ever need a transfusion, and Heaven forbid it ever be the other way around with you as the donor, and a few other things, but more importantly, once you sign these necessary papers, an automatic copy of your deed to this side of the house will appear in that file, and I will be your acting Power of Attorney, should anything go horribly wrong, and likewise for yourself, Miss Sinclaire. Your father was awfully specific as to who to appoint, and while him and I had differences from time to time, he was still a close friend, and came to me often when in need of getting out of legal binding that he could not use magic for.”

Sighing, he turned to Mari and said, “Miss Lovelace, there is nothing in this paperwork, that you have not already read. It just requires a few signatures, and I will be on my way. I promise you, that everything in these documents is absolutely legitimate and nothing more has been added by anyone, other than Reginald Sinclaire, himself before he died. You may invite another councilor to these proceedings if you would like, but I do not think it is hardly necessary, as he will explain the same thing to you as I have.” Corvin sat, and allowed the two siblings to either discuss this amongst themselves, or read the forms, or sign immediately, but whatever the case, he was prepared for whatever their decision, as long as he had these forms turned in by the appropriate time.

[Samael Sinclaire]

Samael looked at Corvin as he spoke to Mari and then watched as he sat down and began to take things out of his briefcase. Papers to sign, and then a file containing everything that Samael needed for this world, however long he would be in it. Most of his information was inside of a wallet in the file, and as Samael looked at the drivers license, he noticed that the name that was printed on it was Samuel Faust Sinclaire. Samael looked up towards where the warlock was sitting and raised an eyebrow about the name, but then again, he sighed softly, realizing that he would have to keep up some form of pretense here. But Samael thought to himself and wondered why he could just not kill any police officer that tried to pull him over and incinerate the remains. But then again, he assumed that he needed an I.D wherever he went in this world.

“Got to hand it to you to make someone appear out of thin air,” he said to Corvin, putting the wallet in his side pocket, scoffing at the middle name, “Faust? Very nicely done.” Samael did not like the name, “Samuel” all too much. It made him sound like a human, but it would have to do in the situation that he was in. He listened to Corvin speak, and when he was done, Samael picked up his pen, and clicked the end. After signing the papers, and handing the pen back, he sighed and said, “There. Done and done. If there is nothing else, I am going to explore.” And with that, he began to walk down towards the hallway.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari listened to Corvin and relaxed a bit, nodding her understanding to him. She took her time reading the information presented before she initialed and signed her portion of the documentation. She didn't want to go into a debate over Samael's fake name. She just raised an eyebrow but went back to her documents before anyone could say anything. Sighing softly she passed them over to Corvin and handed him his pen. Then she quietly bid him a good day and saw him out as politeness dictated. Dark circles showing how exhausted she was.

Once he was gone she went back to her rooms to rest and recuperate. Falling asleep as her head hit the pillow.