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yogen2021-04-24 05:34 pm
carpevinum) wrote in yogen2021-04-24 05:34 pm
I'm on the wrong side of Heaven
Who: Lucifer & YOU!
What: A literal demon doing objectively normal things in a possibly-haunted murder-school
Where: Around the school
When: 4/24 and 4/25
Warnings: Potential blasphemy against God
APRIL 24TH, AFTERNOON
[If one passes by the music room in the afternoon, they might be lucky enough to hear soft music spilling from the half-opened room and out into the hallway proper. The song being played is a piano arrangement of the Devil's Trill Sonata, though it's up to you to decide if your character recognizes it or not.
Lucifer is sitting at the piano and apparently playing it from memory; there's no sheet music anywhere around him. The song itself starts off slow and almost peaceful, a relaxing melody that threatens to put one to sleep, until it picks up the pace soon after. Lucifer sways in time to the music, deft hands dancing across the keys. He's not oblivious to any potential audience members he's gathered up, however, despite his eyes being closed as though he's feeling the music rather than playing it.
Without a single note being dropped or a chord being messed up, as soon as he feels the presence of another in the room, he says aloud,]
Do you know this song? It was originally written for the violin, but I was unable to get into the lockers to find one. [He shakes his head, thoroughly disappointed by this.] Allegedly, the composer of the original, Giuseppe Tartini, claimed that the Devil himself came to him in a dream and played this very song for him. Some people claim that you have to sell your soul to the Devil to be able to play it.
[He's... laughing, just a little bit. The tiniest, softest of amused chuckles. At that point, the sonata hits its third movement, returning somewhat to how the piece sounds in the beginning — deceptively somber.]
Tell me, do you play?
APRIL 24TH, NIGHTTIME
[Lucifer has taken it upon himself to investigate the school proper while most people are asleep. He can't sleep anyway; that's never been a particular talent of his. Instead of lying there being unproductive, he figures he'll wander around a bit. He's on the lookout for multiple things, but mostly, he's keeping his eyes peeled for suspicious figures.
Whether he's acting suspicious sneaking around at night is up to you, of course, should you run into him. He has his PDA at the ready for communication. To be frank, he hates it, and he'd rather have his smartphone back, but there's no better way to communicate in the darkened halls. Sadly.
If he runs into you first, he taps out a short message:]
What are you doing up so late?
[which may or may not be accusatory, depending on what you're up to when he finds you. So, what are you doing?
Alternatively, if you run into him first, you're free to interrogate him, because... honestly, what's a man who looks like he's in his forties doing up at this hour? Shouldn't old people be resting their creaky joints and all that?]
APRIL 25TH, MORNING
[Back home, Lucifer and his brothers have a rotating "chore chart" of who's doing what and when, and that includes cooking meals for everyone. Unfortunately no such chart exists here, and Lucifer is fairly certain that everyone is going to starve if there isn't some order of operations in place here. That means that chore charts are in the future, but for now?
For now, he can be found in the kitchen area of the home ec wing, and boy oh boy is something delicious cooking. The apron he's wearing is just a bit too small for a man of Lucifer's size, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and revealing some either really cool or really concerning tattoos. Should you choose to comment on them, he'll say,]
I got these done when I was a lot younger and spent most of my time at metal concerts. I much prefer classical music these days.
[Demons are all the same on the tin, aren't they?
Whether you choose to comment on them or not is of no concern to Lucifer, who is making breakfast from scratch. There's a tower of pancakes next to the stovetop, and another plate nearby has what looks to be French toast on it, though that stack is a bit smaller; Lucifer is currently cooking more French toast presently! Give him a few more minutes and he'll have eggs, bacon, and even muffins (which are presently sitting in the oven, almost ready). It seems like he intends to get food into everyone here, so... come get your food, kids and adults alike, there's plenty to go around.
He's also clearly not all too concerned with the fact that the school is going to have to restock all of the supplies he's used. Listen. He saw some of you eating vending machine candy bars for breakfast and it awakened his wine mom instincts and now he just has to do this. The staff can yell at him later. He doesn't care.]
APRIL 25TH, AFTERNOON
[Lucifer is in the library reading, unbothered by the silence, but bothered by the contents of what he's reading if the way his brow is furrowed is of any indication. At one point, he shakes his head and huffs in such a way that one might think they hear it — he's just animated like that. He's clearly talking to himself though no words can be heard; if you're adept at reading lips, you might be able to make out what he's saying: "Honestly, that's not how magic works, did the author not do their research before writing this?"
What he's reading is clearly a fantasy novel of some variety, but that doesn't stop Lucifer from being extremely miffed about the impractical applications of magic.
There's a notebook next to him with a pen sitting on top of it; he's clearly not taking notes, but rather has opened up an avenue for discussion given the forced quiet time. At the top of the page are the words "Feel free to join me" in extremely nice, curly script. He's alone at the table he's sitting at, so why not sit down? Maybe write some notes back and forth? Be angry about a fantasy novel written in the 90s with him? It's up to you. He won't turn you away.]
WILDCARD
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wolfchan!]
What: A literal demon doing objectively normal things in a possibly-haunted murder-school
Where: Around the school
When: 4/24 and 4/25
Warnings: Potential blasphemy against God
APRIL 24TH, AFTERNOON
[If one passes by the music room in the afternoon, they might be lucky enough to hear soft music spilling from the half-opened room and out into the hallway proper. The song being played is a piano arrangement of the Devil's Trill Sonata, though it's up to you to decide if your character recognizes it or not.
Lucifer is sitting at the piano and apparently playing it from memory; there's no sheet music anywhere around him. The song itself starts off slow and almost peaceful, a relaxing melody that threatens to put one to sleep, until it picks up the pace soon after. Lucifer sways in time to the music, deft hands dancing across the keys. He's not oblivious to any potential audience members he's gathered up, however, despite his eyes being closed as though he's feeling the music rather than playing it.
Without a single note being dropped or a chord being messed up, as soon as he feels the presence of another in the room, he says aloud,]
Do you know this song? It was originally written for the violin, but I was unable to get into the lockers to find one. [He shakes his head, thoroughly disappointed by this.] Allegedly, the composer of the original, Giuseppe Tartini, claimed that the Devil himself came to him in a dream and played this very song for him. Some people claim that you have to sell your soul to the Devil to be able to play it.
[He's... laughing, just a little bit. The tiniest, softest of amused chuckles. At that point, the sonata hits its third movement, returning somewhat to how the piece sounds in the beginning — deceptively somber.]
Tell me, do you play?
APRIL 24TH, NIGHTTIME
[Lucifer has taken it upon himself to investigate the school proper while most people are asleep. He can't sleep anyway; that's never been a particular talent of his. Instead of lying there being unproductive, he figures he'll wander around a bit. He's on the lookout for multiple things, but mostly, he's keeping his eyes peeled for suspicious figures.
Whether he's acting suspicious sneaking around at night is up to you, of course, should you run into him. He has his PDA at the ready for communication. To be frank, he hates it, and he'd rather have his smartphone back, but there's no better way to communicate in the darkened halls. Sadly.
If he runs into you first, he taps out a short message:]
What are you doing up so late?
[which may or may not be accusatory, depending on what you're up to when he finds you. So, what are you doing?
Alternatively, if you run into him first, you're free to interrogate him, because... honestly, what's a man who looks like he's in his forties doing up at this hour? Shouldn't old people be resting their creaky joints and all that?]
APRIL 25TH, MORNING
[Back home, Lucifer and his brothers have a rotating "chore chart" of who's doing what and when, and that includes cooking meals for everyone. Unfortunately no such chart exists here, and Lucifer is fairly certain that everyone is going to starve if there isn't some order of operations in place here. That means that chore charts are in the future, but for now?
For now, he can be found in the kitchen area of the home ec wing, and boy oh boy is something delicious cooking. The apron he's wearing is just a bit too small for a man of Lucifer's size, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and revealing some either really cool or really concerning tattoos. Should you choose to comment on them, he'll say,]
I got these done when I was a lot younger and spent most of my time at metal concerts. I much prefer classical music these days.
[Demons are all the same on the tin, aren't they?
Whether you choose to comment on them or not is of no concern to Lucifer, who is making breakfast from scratch. There's a tower of pancakes next to the stovetop, and another plate nearby has what looks to be French toast on it, though that stack is a bit smaller; Lucifer is currently cooking more French toast presently! Give him a few more minutes and he'll have eggs, bacon, and even muffins (which are presently sitting in the oven, almost ready). It seems like he intends to get food into everyone here, so... come get your food, kids and adults alike, there's plenty to go around.
He's also clearly not all too concerned with the fact that the school is going to have to restock all of the supplies he's used. Listen. He saw some of you eating vending machine candy bars for breakfast and it awakened his wine mom instincts and now he just has to do this. The staff can yell at him later. He doesn't care.]
APRIL 25TH, AFTERNOON
[Lucifer is in the library reading, unbothered by the silence, but bothered by the contents of what he's reading if the way his brow is furrowed is of any indication. At one point, he shakes his head and huffs in such a way that one might think they hear it — he's just animated like that. He's clearly talking to himself though no words can be heard; if you're adept at reading lips, you might be able to make out what he's saying: "Honestly, that's not how magic works, did the author not do their research before writing this?"
What he's reading is clearly a fantasy novel of some variety, but that doesn't stop Lucifer from being extremely miffed about the impractical applications of magic.
There's a notebook next to him with a pen sitting on top of it; he's clearly not taking notes, but rather has opened up an avenue for discussion given the forced quiet time. At the top of the page are the words "Feel free to join me" in extremely nice, curly script. He's alone at the table he's sitting at, so why not sit down? Maybe write some notes back and forth? Be angry about a fantasy novel written in the 90s with him? It's up to you. He won't turn you away.]
WILDCARD
[Surprise me! Or hit me up on plurk for plotting or what have you at
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[Lucifer begins showing Senku the other chords, the ones that involve those horrible little black keys. E flat major is like this and then B flat major is that, yadda yadda, piano talk. After that demonstration, he continues,]
That never happened to the human world where I come from. [He says "human world" so casually, like he's not exactly from there, because... he super is not.] If the parallel worlds theory holds water, you avoided a major pandemic by getting turned to stone, so I suppose there's a bit of give and take there. Still, what a disaster. Did you ascertain the cause? A magic ritual gone wrong, perhaps? I know of spells to seal others in stone, but the energy required to seal the whole of humanity within it would likely kill the caster.
[It's an awkward way to have a conversation, briefly explaining piano chords and then talking about the apocalypse, but hey. They're both keeping up.]
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Ha, what a way to dodge a bullet, I guess. [ A major pandemic? Jeeze. But when one bullet misses, another hits, if that makes any sense. You miss a virus, but then the world still becomes stone in another plane of existence. ]
I wish it were that easy. In my world, there's not much magic, as far as I know at least. [ Despite his claims to want to beat fantasy, he wouldn't mind studying magic either, should it be real in his world. ] Before I was brought here, that was actually the next step in my plans- figuring out where the petrification all started, and how it happened in the first place.
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It sounds like quite the mess. I'm surprised to hear you broke the petrification of your own volition. Is your force of will powerful enough to do that, or did erosion do its thing for you? ["Its thing", Lucifer says, because he's smart but he's not the genius that is his brother Satan.] How did you know what year it was, or how much time passed, when you came to?