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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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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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His demonic senses are a little whacked out by Clamor in particular, like he realises this person is objectively mortal but he can't quite pin what it is about him that makes him such; he's also got the sense that there's just something Weird about this guy in general, but, hm, how to explain that without coming off as more of a jackass than he usually does...
That's for later, he supposes, instead deigning to answer the question at hand. There's a glint in his eyes as he explains,]
A sorcerer? Interesting. [He turns back to Clamor to let what's currently cooking sit there and cook, you know, as one does, and points with a red-painted nail to each symbol as he explains.] This is a pentagram upside down, which is commonly associated with demons and "the Devil", as many like to put it, though historically it's actually used more in Pagan rituals. The idea that it's a demonic sign of any type is thanks to Catholic bastardization of that religion some, hmm... hundreds, almost one thousand years back? I'm a little rough on the timeline.
[Lucifer is very, very old, you see.]
This one here is the sigil of the demon Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. [And now he's smirking in that self-assured, confident jackass kind of way, but he's not trying to hide his nature and so he goes on to add,] You could say it's a bit narcissistic to have ones own sigil tattooed upon their arm, but I'm rather fond of its appearance, you see.
[Clamor is probably smart enough to figure out that Lucifer is, um, Lucifer without him having to say it outright. Look at that monocle. That monocle gives away years of intelligence. Probably.]
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He's just going to nod along politely. Most of the explanation is going over his head, anyway. More talk of religions he's never heard of...
wait what was that last part again]
Your sigil? But if it's a demonic sigil—
[this guy is a demon?????
he squints]
... I'm going to be honest, I didn't expect a demon to look so plain. Er, no offence.
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This is merely my "human" form, nothing more. It exists out of convenience, nothing more. After all... it wouldn't do to walk around in the human world with my wings out, now would it?
[Historically-speaking, it's also a form that exists so that it's easier for him to infiltrate and slip into the human population to find souls to snack on, but uh... he hasn't done that in a long, long time, so he doesn't say it. He's all about peace with humans these days.]
I'm unfortunately stuck in this form due to whatever alternate dimension we're currently standing in locking down my magic, or else I'd show you. [A pause, contemplative, complete with a little hum of interest at the end before Lucifer continues,] And what's your story, exactly? You give off the impression of someone mortal, but there's something about the energy you give off that says you're of another humanoid race?
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... but this is probably a misunderstanding. Surely that must be it. He tries his best not to look too uncomfortable.]
Demons must be pretty perceptive if you noticed that. I've heard they live long lives as well... but you'd be the first one I've met. I'm guessing you've never met an elf before, either?
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[So, he's elvish, then? All Lucifer knows about elves comes from overhearing his little brother Leviathan's incessant rambling about video games. Aren't they a race in... uh... World of Warcraft or whatever the game is called? World of Warfare? Planet of Warcraft... some shit like that, he's not sure, he's too old for this shit.]
I suppose when you look at it objectively, it's rather funny. I come from a world where demons, angels, and a wide variety of magics are real, and yet we don't have elves. It seems rather ridiculous, don't you think? [Yeah sure Luci whatever you say.]
I am a very, very old demon, you see. Many higher-ranking demons can pick up on traits like who is mortal and who is not. Historically-speaking, it's important to us to be able to do so. There's no point into trying to make a demonic pact between demons, after all... not that such is possible. That being said, we may live a long time and are considered immortal, but true immortality is impossible for us. I wager I'll die of something eventually, whether that be my father's heavenly choirs coming to off me finally or otherwise.
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[He can live with being called maybe-fictional, though. With that, Clamor finally relaxes. Maybe demons really are nice...?]
They say only the gods have true immortality... well, I wouldn't know much about that. Elves and spirits can live for hundreds of years, but they can still be killed like any mortal being.
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[And haha oof he's just going to flip a couple more pieces of French toast and try not to think about the fact that his dad is immortal as they come and he's not which really interferes with the fact that Lucifer would definitely stab his father, regardless of the chaos that would likely launch the entire world into, if that old man really is up there controlling everything like he always claimed to be.
Trying to Not Think further, and maybe that's obvious now with the way Lucifer kind of shuts off for a second, he finally manages,]
They do say that about God, yes. I've been alive for several thousand years, but I know that if I'm not killed somehow, my natural lifespan will eventually come to an end. I believe that's how it is for all things in the world.
[But oooooh if his dad could kick the bucket wouldn't that be fun. Time to slightly change the subject.]
Are your world's demons good at hiding?
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Maybe? I don't know if they were hiding, or if they just couldn't reach our world during all those years... I'm probably the worst person you could be asking these questions. [he wasn't even awake for most of this stuff, so... whoops. but he does enjoy catching up on all the history he's missed, so he's well-read on the topic, at least.]
From what I've heard, they appeared because a few factions banded together and tried to invade our world. It's a complex situation, though, and I don't really know much about demon politics. Currently things have been peaceful, and there's a group that's been trying to establish allies within the Demon Realm, so hopefully it won't escalate into a full blown war... ah, but that's a heavy topic for breakfast, sorry! I doubt it has much to do with whatever world you're from, anyway.
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[Yeah, demon politics, hooboy that's a whole can of worms where Lucifer comes from. That's about all he does other than babysit his siblings and try to make sure they're not stealing anything or setting fire to the house. Paperwork, day in and day out, making sure the Prince does his job, sometimes doing said job for the Prince...]
It sounds like it's a completely separate topic. There was formerly a war between the Devildom — ah, sorry, our demon realm — and the Celestial Realm, the home of angels. We have, historically, kept the human world out of our political affairs. As of late, our politics have shifted to focusing on keeping peace between the three worlds, so we're... "getting along" as best we can.
[Heavy topics for breakfast don't necessarily bother Lucifer. He pretty much has these every day back home. Truthfully, he's too old to care now.
He's finishing up cooking finally, pulling the muffins out of the oven and letting them sit aside to cool. There's a feast sitting on the countertops now for whoever else decides to bumble in and join them.]
Sorry to go back to an earlier topic, but you mentioned you were a spellcaster of some calibre earlier. Do you specialize in any one type of magic? I'm on the student council of a university for demons that typically teaches its students certain schools of magic, so I'm rather curious to hear more, if you have a mind to share.