[ falling out would pose problems, for what happens when someone out of the bible manages to grow weak— what happens then? it's like watching a doomsday clock, and they have so many days until the time strikes midnight. that's when everything comes to a complete stop, where the world ends, and his life is over.
midori doesn't like to lose, nor does he want to die. ]
Your strength from now to the 24th, go even after from how quick you regain it. Your mental state... [ he stares at the cup of coffee, ] If we switch your intake, there's so much I could learn in order to help you.
[ and himself. ]
Heart rate, pulse, vision, the little things you don't think about considering you wouldn't know what they'd do for you. An exam at least three times a month could tell us if there's any changes.
Well, the 24th is when I'll be releasing the hex on all of these students and setting them free to continue living their lives. I'm planning on late into the afternoon, after normal school hours end. After that, I'm going to try my hardest to get myself into my dorm room. I'll have to sleep for a while to regain my strength.
[Lucifer sees Midori staring at his coffee... takes another sip of it. It's almost gone now. Switching intake, huh? Maybe he'll be less high-strung if he's not always hocked up on caffeine.]
It's nice to have a doctor around that isn't Senku. It might take the edge off a bit for him. I'll agree to examinations and regular appointments as long as you don't experiment on me. I'll even switch forms for you — I'm sure the way wing muscles connect to a humanlike build is of scientific interest to you.
[Sip... goodbye coffee. Normally Lucifer would deny needing medical help, but having this long of a headache among other things is probably bad for him, actually. He'll have to shelve his pride for now. A rare feat, truly.]
[ it's the clinical expertise midori has with the human body, and now a demon's moving forward. that's completely different from a human or the skeleton of an artificial intelligence, and so he takes the opportunity easily. it's a good to see that lucifer is calm about the idea, and probably due to what he's been going through. how long has these students been trapped within stasis, and how much energy has he lost from it? ]
If you need assistance, I can ensure that you make it to your bedroom, and if not there, somewhere comfortable.
[ that works in his favor, reduce the stress of his body, and it'll be easier to search for signs of the body relaxing, or what stands out. midori nods at the name, committing it to memory, someone also in the medical field that he'll have to acquaint himself with.
there is a budding interest at him changing forms, teal eyes entranced by the notion of learning: ]
Why don't we do this formally, I'll need your signature, and you'll have to tell me about yourself.
[ again, he glances at the coffee, and then down the hall towards the common room. ]
That'll be a nice plave to discuss treatments and the like, I'll write up a form, and go over it with you. Even now, you seem tired.
[ the coffee must keep him going, but he can exhaust himself for the moment. writing a medical consent form does take time. ]
I would prefer to make it back to my bedroom, yes. If not, Sidney should be strong enough to carry me from wherever I've collapsed to our room. Sidney is the tall, muscular, broad-shouldered, [hot] older teacher. He looks roughly my age.
[Maybe a touch younger... Lucifer looks like he's about to hit 40.]
I do like official forms. Very well. Let us proceed to discussion and the paperwork, then. Lead the way, and ask whatever you need to ask.
[Because, like, what does he even go over here? His last vaccination was nebulously several years ago whenever he was alive and it was for some virulent Devildom disease that humans would be unfamiliar with. His diet is well-balanced and healthy, minus the coffee, which he empties fully on their walk to the common room. He has a set bedtime of roughly 9 to 10pm and he never breaks that schedule unless he's up all night grading papers, but usually he has less paperwork here than he did in the Devildom so sleep is actually viable here. Maybe he should go over his DIY stitches he gave himself in October?
When they make it to the common room, wherever Midori directs them to sit, Lucifer sits, legs crossed, empty cup set aside.]
It would be better if we could meet under different conditions.
[ meeting sidney when lucifer's passed the fuck out doesn't seem like a good thing, and with the description, he can guess that they have a little more going on than meets the eye. he nods though, keeping the thought in mind of how the other will appear if they were to meet.
lucifer's beautiful, so it's fine. ]
Hopefully, due to my helping hand, I can prevent you from collapsing.
[ that's what's important, showing how useful he can be.
once they're inside the common room, midori does find the perfect place for lucifer to sit. he'll notice that one of the two portraits, one of which depicts the young gentleman. he pays no mind to it considering he's focused on the male before him, and while he doesn't have proper forms for the other to fill out, midori instead gets a book and a pen.
sitting down before him, the male crosses his legs as he begins to write on the paper. ]
First name, last name, age, date of birth.
[ he looks up at the other, not even staring at his script while asking questions, it's easy to tell he's used to this. ]
[Yes, those portraits... they're interesting, but not more interesting than what's presently going on. Portraits back in the Devildom talk sometimes, but Lucifer isn't about to get up and start talking to these ones.]
Lucifer. No last name, but "Morning Star" is commonly used as an epithet if it's necessary. Age, 2821. Birthdate, June 6th, year 800.
[He prattles off a semi-long list of medical and surgical history, though it seems that Lucifer doesn't fall ill very often based on what he lists. Of note within it is a completely stone-faced admittance to a "self-surgery" involving tearing off his lower two wings when he Fell from Grace, noting that they've left permanent scars even in his human form, and then explaining his DIY stitches from October after he got into a fight with Elizabeth. Other than that, he got his tonsils removed in the year 1200 through a "surgeon of questionable skill", and "one time Solomon's cooking was so bad I had to go to the hospital".
He does not explain who Solomon is.]
My powers include hexing magic, which is fairly versatile. I can make binding hexes, stasis hexes, immolating hexes... the list goes on. Whatever I put my mind to, as long as I can make it have a detrimental effect, I can do it. For example, creating water, though doing so requires a flood. It requires creative mental gymnastics. I can also break hexes and curses, even if they aren't my own, and I am immune to almost all magic thrown my way with a few exceptions.
[ considering he doesn't have one, but for a nickname, he'll add that to the side since if he can't call him by lucifer, perhaps he would have to use his epithet when it comes down to it. when a person loses part of themselves, normally another name is needed, and due to the other being a demon; it's something to keep in mind. he continues to write down what's said to him, one after the other, and he even makes a note at the bottom of if he should ask about solomon.
that's for a later date. ]
I have a few interesting questions, with the year "2000", at this very moment, what would you have been doing right here, right now?
[ since he's talking about mental gymnastics which ears a chuckle from the doctor, he leans back in his chair while crossing his legs the other ways. the slips of paper sit against his lap, his fingers splayed against the material as he watches lucifer with interest. his eyes are quite odd, the inside a pure white, and seem to be attached to only watching the other, and nothing else. ]
I'm sure you've already lived through this day before, Lucifer.
[ his abilities are interesting, and he'll look into those too. one at a time, though, because being hasty means he'd get to miss out on the important parts of him as well. ]
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[ falling out would pose problems, for what happens when someone out of the bible manages to grow weak— what happens then? it's like watching a doomsday clock, and they have so many days until the time strikes midnight. that's when everything comes to a complete stop, where the world ends, and his life is over.
midori doesn't like to lose, nor does he want to die. ]
Your strength from now to the 24th, go even after from how quick you regain it. Your mental state... [ he stares at the cup of coffee, ] If we switch your intake, there's so much I could learn in order to help you.
[ and himself. ]
Heart rate, pulse, vision, the little things you don't think about considering you wouldn't know what they'd do for you. An exam at least three times a month could tell us if there's any changes.
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[Lucifer sees Midori staring at his coffee... takes another sip of it. It's almost gone now. Switching intake, huh? Maybe he'll be less high-strung if he's not always hocked up on caffeine.]
It's nice to have a doctor around that isn't Senku. It might take the edge off a bit for him. I'll agree to examinations and regular appointments as long as you don't experiment on me. I'll even switch forms for you — I'm sure the way wing muscles connect to a humanlike build is of scientific interest to you.
[Sip... goodbye coffee. Normally Lucifer would deny needing medical help, but having this long of a headache among other things is probably bad for him, actually. He'll have to shelve his pride for now. A rare feat, truly.]
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If you need assistance, I can ensure that you make it to your bedroom, and if not there, somewhere comfortable.
[ that works in his favor, reduce the stress of his body, and it'll be easier to search for signs of the body relaxing, or what stands out. midori nods at the name, committing it to memory, someone also in the medical field that he'll have to acquaint himself with.
there is a budding interest at him changing forms, teal eyes entranced by the notion of learning: ]
Why don't we do this formally, I'll need your signature, and you'll have to tell me about yourself.
[ again, he glances at the coffee, and then down the hall towards the common room. ]
That'll be a nice plave to discuss treatments and the like, I'll write up a form, and go over it with you. Even now, you seem tired.
[ the coffee must keep him going, but he can exhaust himself for the moment. writing a medical consent form does take time. ]
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[Maybe a touch younger... Lucifer looks like he's about to hit 40.]
I do like official forms. Very well. Let us proceed to discussion and the paperwork, then. Lead the way, and ask whatever you need to ask.
[Because, like, what does he even go over here? His last vaccination was nebulously several years ago whenever he was alive and it was for some virulent Devildom disease that humans would be unfamiliar with. His diet is well-balanced and healthy, minus the coffee, which he empties fully on their walk to the common room. He has a set bedtime of roughly 9 to 10pm and he never breaks that schedule unless he's up all night grading papers, but usually he has less paperwork here than he did in the Devildom so sleep is actually viable here. Maybe he should go over his DIY stitches he gave himself in October?
When they make it to the common room, wherever Midori directs them to sit, Lucifer sits, legs crossed, empty cup set aside.]
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[ meeting sidney when lucifer's passed the fuck out doesn't seem like a good thing, and with the description, he can guess that they have a little more going on than meets the eye. he nods though, keeping the thought in mind of how the other will appear if they were to meet.
lucifer's beautiful, so it's fine. ]
Hopefully, due to my helping hand, I can prevent you from collapsing.
[ that's what's important, showing how useful he can be.
once they're inside the common room, midori does find the perfect place for lucifer to sit. he'll notice that one of the two portraits, one of which depicts the young gentleman. he pays no mind to it considering he's focused on the male before him, and while he doesn't have proper forms for the other to fill out, midori instead gets a book and a pen.
sitting down before him, the male crosses his legs as he begins to write on the paper. ]
First name, last name, age, date of birth.
[ he looks up at the other, not even staring at his script while asking questions, it's easy to tell he's used to this. ]
Medical and surgical history, along with powers.
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Lucifer. No last name, but "Morning Star" is commonly used as an epithet if it's necessary. Age, 2821. Birthdate, June 6th, year 800.
[He prattles off a semi-long list of medical and surgical history, though it seems that Lucifer doesn't fall ill very often based on what he lists. Of note within it is a completely stone-faced admittance to a "self-surgery" involving tearing off his lower two wings when he Fell from Grace, noting that they've left permanent scars even in his human form, and then explaining his DIY stitches from October after he got into a fight with Elizabeth. Other than that, he got his tonsils removed in the year 1200 through a "surgeon of questionable skill", and "one time Solomon's cooking was so bad I had to go to the hospital".
He does not explain who Solomon is.]
My powers include hexing magic, which is fairly versatile. I can make binding hexes, stasis hexes, immolating hexes... the list goes on. Whatever I put my mind to, as long as I can make it have a detrimental effect, I can do it. For example, creating water, though doing so requires a flood. It requires creative mental gymnastics. I can also break hexes and curses, even if they aren't my own, and I am immune to almost all magic thrown my way with a few exceptions.
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[ considering he doesn't have one, but for a nickname, he'll add that to the side since if he can't call him by lucifer, perhaps he would have to use his epithet when it comes down to it. when a person loses part of themselves, normally another name is needed, and due to the other being a demon; it's something to keep in mind. he continues to write down what's said to him, one after the other, and he even makes a note at the bottom of if he should ask about solomon.
that's for a later date. ]
I have a few interesting questions, with the year "2000", at this very moment, what would you have been doing right here, right now?
[ since he's talking about mental gymnastics which ears a chuckle from the doctor, he leans back in his chair while crossing his legs the other ways. the slips of paper sit against his lap, his fingers splayed against the material as he watches lucifer with interest. his eyes are quite odd, the inside a pure white, and seem to be attached to only watching the other, and nothing else. ]
I'm sure you've already lived through this day before, Lucifer.
[ his abilities are interesting, and he'll look into those too. one at a time, though, because being hasty means he'd get to miss out on the important parts of him as well. ]