002 ┼ I WILL BE KING

[stylistic_disloyalty]

WHO: Luci plus A Crowd of YOU
WHERE: Outside of De Chima, your local woodland area
WHEN: October 31st
WHAT: What's Halloween without some godly activity? There's been enough emotionally traumatizing garbage though, so this is strictly a party-- complete with sweet rebel tones provided by the Devil Herself.
WARNINGS: Wild children doing wild things, maybe dancing in the woods naked, it's one of These Parties so-- mark your threads, kids.

This time, the invite goes out in the form of pentacles spray painted on sidewalks with a date and coordinates. Her fanbase recognizes her symbol, but anybody else might just think it's yet another 'Hardcore Poser' party trying to be cool and edgy on Halloween. But this is the real deal, as any true fan will say. There are metal dungeon parties held in basements and then there's... this.

The coordinates are in the middle of a forest outside of De Chima. Carpooling encouraged, and plenty of cars are parked along the edge of the highway-- flashlights with her pentagram litter the ground, but that's the only light that's offered to guide the pilgrims into their destination.

Once they get far enough in, the travelers hear strains of a godly voice-- Lucifer's voice, calling them through the darkness to a clearing with a bonfire at the center. Luci sits atop a swing, for once forgoing a grand entrance, and just singing a slow and powerful tune with no music set to it.

After a good number of people show up, Luci stands, barefoot, dressed in a long robe that, with all the backlight, puts her body in shadow. "Tonight, hundreds of people will go out to actively have the shit scared out of them. It's terrible for your health to stop your heart so many times, but we love it. Especially tonight.

"Because for some reason, tonight more than any other night, the veil between life and death becomes that much thinner, and Memento Mori is carved into the inside of our skulls without us even realizing it. It's a thrill--" Luci lifts one foot out in front of her and leans forward on the swing, as though to step out off it, but it's all grace.

"Or maybe the real thrill comes from realizing you lived through it, and you'll live through something like it one more time. That small taste of momentary invincibility, that we can't live without one night a year.

"Here's to that taste, time to drink up."

And the singing starts again, a firm and strong song that inspires, and Luci keeps on swinging over the crowd while she performs. Enough with the bullshit, time to push back.


((OOC: Questions about Luci's Magical Voice of Inspiration? Check here, or hit me up with questions! :D))

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Luci

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[After the Show]

[It was a low-key show, oddly enough, and Luci just feels drained more than amped. It's been an odd month, all told, and that house of mirrors truly screwed with her no matter how she just shrugs and plays it off. And maybe she's just feeling that thin line between life and death a little more keenly now that she might not be totally doomed to lose her mind and end up in a cage with a bell on.]

[She's always wanted life, she's always wanted to feel truly invincible, but maybe all she can do is walk amongst it. Which she's trying to do now, almost literally. She walks through the crowd, living the night their own way. Maybe talking, snogging, holding each other, discussing plans for the future--]

[She likes it. But she feels apart from it even as people watch her pass in awe. Oh she drinks in any attention she's given, gladly, but it's not enough, not tonight.]

[Weird.]

[pummelgranite]

[ Hi Babe, what's up. Persephone grew herself a Wicker Man, and she's currently locked inside about to get head from what would appear to be an absurdly slutty cereal mascot.

She blows Luci a little kiss. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci hasn't been actively avoiding Persephone, even if they didn't end their last direct conversation on the best of terms, and she's not one to hold grudges or expect apologies. But even she can't help judging Persephone a little because really? That blue foam hat is just tacky, even if the current activity has pushed it off her admirer's head. Luci raises an eyebrow and smirks a little before waving and letting Persephone carry on.]

[She's just not feeling it, and that's bizarre.]

[pummelgranite]

[ Hmm, that wasn't winking and making cunnilingus motions. That wasn't winking and making cunnilingus motions at all. Persephone snaps her fingers, and the wooden bars of her prison slither gracefully to lower her to the ground. (Other participants are not so lucky. But one knows the risks one runs, getting that close to the Pussygranate.) She leaves her dumped devotees to their disarray, and hikes her thong back up to head after Lucifer. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci gets the feeling she's being followed into her makeshift "backstage" area (a couch with a few security drones drinking beers) and turns around, visibly surprised when she sees who it is. Obviously she looks back at The Bereft Cap'n, who doesn't seem to be unconscious or thrilled, so she's really having a hard time figuring out what's going on here.]

Subverted Nostalgia didn't look that great with her tongue. What happened?

[pummelgranite]

Yer right, she wasn't.

[ Cruel, Persephone. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I didn't realize you were quite that impatient, then. Or -- teeth right off the bat? Wanted to take you home to mum and dad?

[flightforfreedom]

[He'd heard about Luci from Persephone - had been told that she would probably appeal to him. Speak to him. He wasn't exactly sure what he expected.

He'd brought Kaytoo because they'd needed an alibi for tonight. Easy. Get seen at the Concert, slip out before anyone noticed, then if everything went wrong they would at least have a cover story. It wasn't supposed to be a big deal. Just in, out, then murder.

He wasn't expecting this.

By the time the concert was over, Poe Dameron not only felt determined, he felt righteous. His heart was going a million miles a minute and he liked it. It was almost as good as flying in the middle of a fire fight with his X-Wing. Almost.

Everything was clear to him. The empire, the rebellion - he'd always known the justice in his parent's cause. In Leia's. In his own. He'd never been religious, though he believed in the Force, and now -

Now tonight felt like a Crusade.

Despite the fact that the concert is over, and that he has to leave - and soon - he can't help but see Luci as she moves through the crowd. He doesn't even think twice as he approaches her, the passion shining from his face like a beacon.]

She told me I'd like you. I didn't have any idea.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Her head is elsewhere, but she'd recognize that awed expression anywhere: admiration when she needs it most. Confirmation that tonight wasn't a total waste.]

Well that's funny, she didn't say anything about me liking you. I'll have to have a word. [Luci grins and gives him a look up and down, clearly appreciating what she sees. Whatever's in his head right now, it looks good on him.]

First time, then? And still upright, my my my...

[flightforfreedom]

Takes a lot to take me down. [He says it with a grin, like a dare, or a promise, even though in his own elation he hadn't even really thought twice about the mass of people who had passed out around them. He's pretty sure he didn't black out. Pretty sure.]

I'm Poe. Poe Dameron. [He feels it's incredibly important for her to know this, for some reason - it isn't just a matter of being polite.]

That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen. I've never - you get it. You really get it.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I'm Lucifer. [As though that wasn't obvious enough.] But you can call me Luci, Poe Dameron. Resilient one. [And she winks at him. Please, anytime anybody makes a point to talk about how durable they are, she considers that to be blatant flirting. Nothing is going to convince her otherwise.]

"Get it"? Darling, I am "it". [She laughs and takes the opportunity to get very close -- without touching, obviously. Explicit consent was a necessity, after all. No she's just looking, studying.] You're not just an adrenaline junkie though, are you? It's all over your face.

[flightforfreedom]

[If the way he runs his bottom lip under his teeth is any indication, she has consent. But he seems pretty content just having her check him out from this distance.]

Good to meet you, Luci. [And he says it like he means it, because he does.]

[He grins when she says that, but she is and he can tell, and maybe later - when he doesn't feel quite so high - he'll wonder why he was so sure and wonder how she got under his skin so fast - but right now, in the moment, he believes that she could see straight through him if she wanted to.]

I'm a squad leader in the Resistance. [He says it enthusiastically - not quite bragging, exactly, but certainly hoping that she gets it.] Back home - Force, I feel like I could take on the entire First Order right now --

[stylistic_disloyalty]

No shit. [Without knowing much about it, Luci already feels like she's a fan of this Resistance. Especially if it opposes something called the First Order.]

Well the night is young, Mister Resistance Leader. [She rests her arm over his shoulder-- undoubtedly this is where the idea of "a devil on one's shoulder" comes from, because Luci is leaning into him as though she's trying to seduce and coach him at the same time.] What can you take on?

The Guest Goddess

[pummelgranite]

[ She's been at every nearly one of Lucifer's shows. It's no mystery why. For anyone close with either deity, it's hard to miss the fucking looks Persephone is always giving Luci, and it's downright impossible to miss the way Lucifer's song affects her. It's like flipping a switch. Persephone's smiles, usually rare and reserved, is free and bright. She's moving across the dance floor with an energy she has nowhere else.

For the occattion of Samhain, she's selected a classy, traditional look, and somehow she has snuck RIGHT THE FUCK UP BEHIND HER CURRENT TARGET. There is a 50/50 chance her hand is right on their ass as she leans in between Lucifer's verses and whispers in their ear. ]

Dance time.

[ PS She's shitfaced 4 sure. ]

[reexamined]

[For Kay, nothing happens to him at Luci- or any other god or goddess concert.

Maybe it's due to a lack of biological chemicals and senses, maybe it's something else.

His and Poe's presence here are part of their 'alibi,' or so Poe says. Kay doesn't think they'll need one, but he also goes along with it anyway. People seem to be having a good time, and this could be like practice for Persephone's concerts, which he will be taking a security role in.

He does not expect for Persephone to be in the crowd, and also ... touching him?? What is with her and asses, honestly.

However, her hand is nearing his power switch (he assumes, completely unintentionally, because it isn't fun for anyone when he gets powered down), and so he quickly grips her wrist (tight, but not painful), pulling it away.]

You are not authorized to service me, Persephone.

[...]

You are also very drunk.

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.

[ She swings in his grip, still pleased entirely. He is correct: she is neither sober, not authorized to service him. ]

[reexamined]

[She sways a little as he pulled her, which was typical of human behavior when not sober, and she's smiling a lot wider than he's ever seen her do. Maybe the concert affects her as well, despite also being a goddess. Poe, in the distance, seems to also be having a good time, enough of one he won't want to leave in at least the next ten minutes.

Kay doesn't dance.

But-]

Are you sober enough that you will remember this?

[pummelgranite]

Uh~ huh.

[ Not that it matters.

Not that she doesn't get blackout drunk, but there's no need. Not for Luci's shows. It's better than booze. It's better than cocaine. It's bright and burning and tranquilizing and energizing all at once.

K2's hand on her is cool and firm against the hot, organic heat running through her. He can't hear her song himself, of course he can't, but she can feel it echo off of him. He's a rebel too, isn't he? He was born cast into a role he hates. That doesn't make him. He can be made into a thing he hates again, but still here he is, with his friend. With her.

Or maybe that's just the song telling her what she wants to hear.

Not that it matters. ]

You wanna? Or- or I can dance- or- I can show you- if you just- if you just move like a robot, they'll all lose their minds, Kay. Kay. Two. Ess. Oh.

[ She pronounces his whole designation carefully. Preferred names are fuckin important, after all. ]

[reexamined]

[He was hoping, slightly, that she'd say she wouldn't. Because it isn't that he can't dance, it's that he doesn't, and it's one thing for a group of high-out-of-their-minds concert goers see this, but it's another if someone he knows not only sees it, but is partner to him in it.

He doesn't know the kind of dancing young people do where it's all smooth movements, and takes a flexibility that doesn't go well with someone who has arms that are three feet long. Whatever "bump and grind" is, it honestly sounds a little painful, and there's actually a group further up that just seems to be a circle of people throwing themselves at other people. What?

The way she says his designation (what's left of it) is what wins him over. He assesses Poe will decide they need to leave soon, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad, doing something he's never done before. There is, after all, a six percent chance the night will end with him mangled beyond repair and he'll never live another day again. Not that that's any different from any other day.

His grip goes from vaguely restraining to loose, but sliding into her hand. His are obviously much bigger, but now it's more like he's holding her hand than trying to grip it. Kay places his other hand on the small of her back, and dips her slightly. It doesn't go with the music tempo at all.]

This is the only kind of dancing I know. Cassian had been taught it once for an undercover mission, and I observed.

[pummelgranite]

[ She dips herself more dramatically. She arches over his arm until her hair almost touch the forest floor. For a moment it might seem like the alcohol is too much and she's lost control, but no. Her abs tense and she pulls herself back up. ]


Good observing.

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe, for his part, has dressed the part for his mission later that night. A sharp, black, three-piece suit, a hat, and facepaint that made the lower half of his face disappear into a skeleton. Yeah. It was a little extra.

He was so captivated by the concert that he didn't even notice Persephone dancing toward him until her hand was suddenly on his ass. He turned, grinning under the facepaint, sliding a hand around her waist and pulling her closer.]

You're on.

[pummelgranite]

[ Oh, that's not extra at all. He's perfectly dressed for the occasion.

Her smile spreads like the cat that caught the canary. She'd enjoyed meeting him at the club, sure. That was a good time. But this was a great time. She's grinning, unwound like she could never be with alcohol alone.

She guides them both away from the "gaping in rapt awe" section over towards one of the many dancing throngs. ]


She's the best, right? I told you she's the best.

[flightforfreedom]

She's the best. [He says it with all the intensity of a zealot, a light in his eyes that had maybe grown a little dim, since arriving on Earth. But now they burned like suns. He has to yell his reply over the crowd, over the music, but it feels right to do so, some how.

He grabs Persephone's waist and spins her around.]

I bet she would be killer in a fighter --

[pummelgranite]

In a-

[ For a sudden, horrible moment the music stops. All around her everyone is still dancing, but not to music. It's not singing, it's screaming. It's pleading.

"Don't."

She suddenly stumbles in the spin, like a marionette with tangled strings. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[It's instinct, rather than introspection, that causes him to catch her. A pilot's quick reflexes acting far ahead of his thoughts, and he's already caught her before she can start to fall.]

Easy there, easy -