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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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I have yet to meet any objectively normal people here myself. [Humans are humans, but he's seen several literal children in this high school? There's a catgirl?? Is no one questioning the catgirl???] "Dead" is the most normal thing you could possibly be in a place like this... and I assure you, once you get down to the lower layers of Hell, this place resembles something much more akin to purgatory instead.
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"Fanfiction" is a fantastic way to put that utter dross.
[The timer he'd set for the muffins dings, and Lucifer steps away from the pan of French toast to rescue those before they burn. He sets the tray aside to cool and then he's immediately at the pan again.]
If I may ask, what was your Hell like? You have me curious.
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The first one was... nothing. Just pure, utter nothingness, forever. No feeling, no light, nothing... So, I basically just started assuming that was what Hell was, and I wasn't eager to go back.
And then, the second time, I woke up on my first shift at the customer service desk at a store that is legally not K-Mart but is definitely K-Mart. Which is somehow worse than the nothing.
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Ah, yes, retail. [He shakes his head. The first description sounds more like limbo to him, but the second is definitely a sort of hell, to be sure.] I'm familiar with it. Funny how people can change at the drop of a hat like that.
[Erm, yeah, Lucifer, sure. Go off. You're the worst offender there.]
How many expired coupons did you get yelled at for?
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visibly winces at the question.] It's like they put a casting call out in Middle America for only women that have gotten into fist fights at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
So, y'know. This place will need to have about a dozen more murders before it stops being the better option.