004 ┼ FOR YEARS AND YEARS I ROAMED

[stylistic_disloyalty]

WHO: Luci Plus A Crowd
WHERE: The Church of Lucifer in Miami
WHEN: March 15th
WHAT: It's been literal months since Lucifer has performed, but she'd never leave her devoted followers and the new curious hanging. But maybe there's a reason she's been so quiet as of late...?
WARNINGS: Possible drug use, someone losing their shirt/pants, crazy partying, mark your threads kids.

[THE INVITATION]

[This time, the word isn't put out casually-- spray painted on a sidewalk or GPS coordinates dropped in a forum. No, this time, the invitation is widespread. It's on fan forums, it's on Bwitter, it's graffiti'd in all the major cities:]

['Don't Bury Me, I Was Never Dead - 03.15 - 9PM' And, of course, her icon, the upside-down star. It's featured most prominently, but the words are always surrounded by the same ring of twelve circles. Veterans to Luci's shows know this isn't just a design element, there's a meaning.]

[Her closer acquaintances (and maybe those who have felt strongly inclined to fly in the face of authority), get a more personal invitation. Sometime during their day, a white, smoldering card with the title, date and time appears in their pocket, bag, bed, bathroom mirror-- someplace they won't miss it. There's a more personal, handwritten message on the back, encouraging them to come-- she's missed them.]

[Odd for those who have never been to one of her shows, but hopefully welcome to those who have.]


[THE SHOW]

[When the doors open and the crowd starts filtering in, the lights are dim but Lucifer is shockingly already on stage. Well. Sort of. She's sitting at a round table with chairs around it-- twelve chairs for those who count-- back to the audience, the pillar of light on her white suit making her the brightest, almost painful spot in the room, silent. She stays like that until the doors close, and even two minutes after that. Finally, the lights go out. They come back up and Lucifer is standing on the table. How she got up there so fast on four inch spike heels is anybody's guess. The crowd goes wild and Luci extends her hands with a grin.] I'd never leave you, darlings.

But show of hands-- who here has never seen my face before. And don't lie-- I'll know. [The crowd chuckles along with her. She starts to pace the length of the table as she takes in those brave enough to raise their hands.] Very good, very good...

My name is Lucifer! [She punctuates it with a burst of flame over the crowd, and again they go wild and Luci drinks it in, gaining momentum the more they feed her.] And I hear your doubts, I hear your disbelief. 'Lucifer is a myth! A boogeyman to scare people straight! She talks like The Adversary but I bet she pays her parking tickets!' I will tell you right now, that isn't true. I never pay my parking tickets. [She shrugs with another grin.] I don't own a car.

ImPorts--! [Luci lights her right hand on fire.] Do--! [Her left.] This! Every day! What makes me so special? What makes me different from your little brother sporting the super intimidating internet handle xxxSatansLittleHelper666? Everyone who knows me, who's been in this room, tell them what makes me different!

[There's a cacaphony of responses, but eventually the crowd latches onto one thing and starts chanting it: 'Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!']

YES! [Luci cackles, her eyes flaming red, and crouches low and feral to the table.] Where do you think those myths come from, nonbelievers? Where do you get your sense of rebellion? Who taught you to step out of line? Who inspires you to do more than you thought you could?!

[Luci throws up both of her hands, now extinguished, and a projection of the ring of twelve circles is thrown up onto the wall behind her.] I do. My stories do, our stories do. This is living myth being written here and now, carry it with me-- carry it with all of us!


[THE COMMUNION]

[This performance is unlike Luci's previous one-- which was admittedly a little weaker given her fairly severe injury in December. It's stronger, more desperate, and it hurts in places when pockets of frustration and fear slip in to her song. But those stinging notes don't overpower the experience, and overcoming them is somehow sweeter than if they hadn't been there at all. It's a roller coaster, and at the end of four hours the audience has been run ragged. Much of the crowd passed out at least once, and the rest seem like they can barely stand. Luci can barely stand, her heels have been torn open by her shoes, but she's upright at the end. She turns and walks back to her chair, climbs back into it and breathes.]

Don't bury those dusty books yet. We're not done.

[The lights go out, and when they come back up, it's just the table and chairs.]


((OOC: For all unfamiliar with the effects of Luci's song, head over here for info on opting in or out!))

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LUCI || Post-Show

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Backstage]

[A flurry of people rushes around Luci once she's off stage, feeding her water and keeping her standing. Despite the urgency, Luci is laughing as people try to feed her water, pull her shoes off, and ask her why she went an hour longer than planned. This is a question that will get no answer, as Luci is still riding her own high. Security may try to stop someone coming back here, but she's in too good of a mood to let them do their jobs.]

No no no, let them by, just them-- come over here. [She beckons with a grin.]

[Surveying the Damage]

[Once she's hydrated and has bandaids on her heels, Luci does her usual routine of walking amongst her flock as they continue the party on their own. There's music on phones, people dancing, people vigorously making out, drinking, talking, or just being quiet and absorbing. There's no wrong answer, in her mind, she just likes seeing the response.]

[Her eyes linger on whatever you're doing, and even when she's caught staring she just smiles. Yes, she's looking at you on purpose.]

[On the Floor]

[The unconscious are kept to the side on cots so they can slowly wake up and rejoin the party. Was a straight shot of rebellion a little too much for you? There's a mat for that.]

[But maybe you didn't expect Lucifer Herself to be sitting next to your slowly waking self, watching you as though she'd expected you to wake up at that moment. She smirks and tilts her head.]

Well? [It sounds like she's asking if the accommodations are comfortable enough.]

Backstage

[calltheundertaker]

[McCree had actually been surprised to get a personal invitation in his shirt pocket, but there was no way in Hell (haha) that he was going to miss it. So he'd showed up, a bit better dressed than for Yusuke's party, though he still had his hat. Because of course he had his hat. He'd gotten a medal from the god damn UN wearing this hat, there was no way he wasn't going to wear it for a concert.]

[And damn what a show it had been. The personal show had been one thing, had been amazing, but this was great too, just in a different way. Being surrounded by people who were here to see her, watching the way she interacted with the crowd, it was amazing. It gave him that same rush, that same high, and he found him chanting along with the crowd, shouting for more, loving every second of it.]

[So of course he'd gone backstage, hoping to at least be able to thank her for the invite, and was actually even more surprised when she spotted him, and then more when she let him through instead of just waving. Careful Luci, he might get an ego. But he tips his hat at security, giving them a polite thank you, they were just doing their job after all, not their fault the person they were guarding wanted a cowboy to come and see her]

Luci! Damn, darlin' that was amazin'!

[He's grinning as he approaches her, and if she's amenable to it, sweeps her up into a hug before setting her gently back down on her feet, much to the consternation of the assistant trying to get her to take her shoes off.]

Thanks fer tha invite, flattered ya thought of this ol' cowboy.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[This is throwing all of Luci's crew for a loop-- usually Luci's type is more of the twinky, artistic men or the women who can break her in half. Her interest in a straight up cowboy is novel enough that they just stand and watch as McCree picks her up and hugs her. One of the shoes comes off at least, and yes, the assistant is still perturbed.]

Jesse-- [She puts a kiss on his cheek before he sets her down. Truth be told, she's a bit of a mess between her catching her breath, the sweat pouring down her neck, and the many directions her hair has gone in. But she's still glowing even as her assistants fuss.] --wonderful to see you again.

[Her other shoe comes off and Luci winces as her heels get sprayed and patted down. She did pick the most painful shoes, but they were too fabulous to leave alone.] Well I'm flattered you came to this ancient deity's little party. Come off it Jesse, I could tell you were mine two minutes into our talk. You belong here.

[The shoe assistant is apparently done and is peeling off Luci's jacket. Another one, possibly a medic, grumbles to McCree that if he's going to talk to her, he might as well make her hydrate, and pushes a bottle of water at him.]

on the floor

[flightforfreedom]

[He passed out, this time.

Maybe it was because of the desperation, or maybe it was because he'd been ported out and back between this and the last concert - reminded himself of just how dire the cause and just how close to utter destruction they were. But also a good reminded of how hard a blow he'd struck.

He'd lasted most of the set - it wasn't until the very end that he collapsed in a heap.

By the time he woke up, Luci was standing over him with a smirk. He blinked a couple times, as if trying to get his head around what had just happened, before a smirk slowly pulled up in response.]

I've heard better.

[Oh, good, he had barely no voice. Had he been yelling along to it at some point? Woops.



He was lying, by the way.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[There's a moment where her confidence flickers-- because maybe he has. She was different tonight, and she has been since Inanna returned and more and more of the Pantheon keeps pouring in. Maybe she was better in October when he last saw her.]

[She looks down at him, coolly.] You weren't flat on your back last time.

On the floor

[beautiful_monster]

[ Yuri almost made it to the end of the concert, but the intensity of her Voice this time proved to be too much for him. He's not sure who thought to move him to the cot (probably Yusuke), but he's feeling grateful for it as he starts to come around. Much better than the harsh floor of the venue. ]

Hm?

[ He squints blearily at her, and then sits up with a start when he recognizes her. ...And then immediately lays back down, because that was definitely moving too quickly. ]

Ugh... Is it over already?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Already? [Luci snorts out a laugh and combs her fingers through his unkempt hair.] You want more than four hours?

On The Floor

[rebelarchivist]

[Dorian's still not quite sure what he just experienced. He had passed out at almost the same time she had ended her songs, he remembered a last flash of fire and then... nothing.]

[He wakes up with a groan, shirt disheveled, but still dressed, his jacket skewed but the weight of the flask still in his pocket. He blinks and... then blinks again, not quite sure he's seeing right. He sits up, it certainly looks like Lucifer, peering at her and rubbing his head]

Do you usually personally meet everyone that passes out at these... gatherings?

[He pulls his jacket straight, moving to sit cross-legged with a smile, trying to regain some of his composure, even knowing that his hair is mussed]

How did you do that, by the way? I still feel the effects of it... that was amazing.

[ Surveying the Damage ]

[aka_pistachio]

[ Kelly Ann had heard that the shows here were unlike anything she had ever known. Which sounded fake. Music had been her lifeline through her entire life. Something there when family and friends were nonexistent. Working for the Station-House Band was the culmination of a lifelong dream, and when Chris changed the playlist because of what she had said to him, the resulting show was transcendently good. Better than what she had imagined it would be like to help make it happen in the first place.

And the beginning of what ultimately lead to his relapse. But she couldn't accept the blame for that any more than she could accept the praise for his success.

But none of that. The good or the bad, the blue or the black, the love or the hate or the joy or the pain or anything was as good as this show. "Good" wasn't even the right word for it. Kelly Ann fucking came during it, something she was still shaking, and a little queasy, over.

There's a lot of feelings roiling through her and she can't quite put them anywhere or do anything with them so she folds her arms and herself against the wall as much as she can and tries to process any of it.

She should have brought a camera.

Luci, the star of the show, is looking at her when she very much does not want to be looked at. She meets her eye and lifts her chin, making a show of confidence despite being huddled against the wall. ]

on the floor

[dragony]

[ Ruka has made many, many mistakes in her life. She'd be the first in line to enumerate them, quantify them, list her regrets out one by one, and would predictably come up with a charter longer than any others by half. Death and silence make up enough of it, crimes secret and known and left to fester in the blackened corners of her weakened heart, but life goes on, and there is always room for new entries. This? Without a doubt, probably her stupidest one yet.

What happens when you can feel the moods and emotions of everyone around you? Why, it stacks the more people there are, of course. Crowds become like the buzzing din of a wasps' nest roughly shoved beneath your cracked-open rib cage. Mobs and riots, where passions are heightened and hearts united is the unbearable height and the impossible speed of a tsunami that all too soon shatters the coast. So then, what happens when the hearts of everyone around you unite, swelling and spilling over in furious zeal and incomprehensible ecstasy, and you feel every. Single. Fucking. Bit of it?

You realize—in those first few breaths of understanding, as the bloom of fire races toward you—that you may have made a tiny error in exploring the ImPort Nightlife, and you hope—as the heat of it burns you, and the light of it blinds you, and there's no room left for the terror of immolation—that there'll be ash enough to mark your passing.

It's a wild fucking ride her body was never meant to handle; awareness comes and goes in blips, fragments. Blacking out, passing out, jolting back to life on the waves of electric fervor, wondering in disjointed fragments over the course of hours if she's ever fucked up or been fucked up this badly badly. (Survey says: hell dimension came pretty close, but no.) Beyond that, her impressions and memories are scattered, half like squinting for details in cloudy water, half like being crushed into nothing at the ocean floor. It's a miracle she doesn't die on the dance floor, honestly.

By the time the concert ends, and the much-later when she finally comes to some feeble fragment of her senses, she's in a rough state. Cotsville, Florida, meet your biggest fucking wreck of a reveler: limbs shaking, face covered in sweat, a lace-gloved hand groping at her eyes to block out the light from the one and to verify she hadn't lost the eye patch covering the other during the mosh. (Resistance. Another miracle. Will wonders never cease?)

With her head and heart both pounding so heavily, it's hard to get her vision focused; Lucifer gets one amber eye squinting at her from between trembling fingers, but Ruka's not quite alert enough to recognize the shape of her. The eye shuts, and her inhale is too-loud in a raw throat. ]

Fuck.

[ It emerges as two syllables; that's still a verdict, right? And hey, at least it looked like she was having fun dancing between all the fainting spells. Just. Give her ninety years to recover first. ]

[ On the Floor ]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Rebellion is not writ into Tatsuya's DNA in quite the same way as some of the people from his world's future— it's not the center of who he is or the basis of his powers. That being said, there's no small amount of the stuff when you've fought against gods and the inevitability of humanity's worst aspects. (There's no small amounts of the stuff when you've punched a god, one ostensibly on your side because wow fuck that guy.)

He'd heard about the concert from the more common venues— a large, graffiti'd design on his way to work had caught his attention, and the next thing he'd known, Tatsuya was here. And from the second the music started, it's like he'd been transported. It was a blissful kind of chaos, adrenaline seeping into his bones, tingling through his scalp and his fingertips and his toes. He'd danced like he'd never danced before, his voice screaming along with the music until it cracked from the effort. There's a rage and frustration building inside of him, licks of pain and fury coursing through him through her song. I want to fight it— I want to fight— and for just a moment before he passes out, there's a flicker of something red and white— or was that your imagination...?

Tatsuya comes back to himself in bits and pieces, drifting back from a floating, almost sated feeling. Bits of his hair are falling on his face as he turns his head to the sound of her voice, somehow still perfect to his ears even after four hours of rocking out. A smile floats across his face, drifting and dream-like. ]

Good concert.

[ His voice is still cracked from the shouting, but Tatsuya finds he doesn't mind. ]

backstage

[imaphantomthief]

[Ok, so there are probably signs up saying No Unauthorized Access or something, but Ryūji wasn’t looking for those. He was looking for a familiar character denoting the toilets were somewhere around. While he’s a little surprised to be barred from the access way, and even more surprised to be waved through in the end, he can’t deny that what he’s found is way better han afaucet to stick his head under or a cubicle to bogart until his hands stop shaking. When he sees Lucifer his eyes light up, even through that hazy sheen they’ve taken on at some point during the show.

He’s not high, but he might as well be. He’s definitely a little woozy, and yeah his face got a little wrecked in the mosh pit, but he still managed a swollen grin. He’s not as quick to obey as he might be with a clear head, but he’s happy to do it. He shuffles over as if he belongs there and offers a hand to shake. He knows how this is done in America, don’t worry.]

It’s you! Wow! That was... good. My ears are still-

[Ringing is probably the word he wants, but he can’t find it. Does it matter? What are words after something like that, anyway? So, he recycled a few he’s already used again.]

That was good. Wow!

Surveying

[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi was one of the handful of sane people that was just chilling around after that badass concert. A cop that had been so fed up with the system that he allowed himself to be dragged into an Empty hole to defy it? The only thing that kept her music from being a religious experience was the fact that gods in general kind of pissed him off (Inanna being the only exception so far). ]

[ Any other time, he would have just left, maybe ask if there was ever going to be a CD, but he had seen Yuri in the middle of the madness. Even if their relationship was less than endearing, he wasn't about to leave the kid in the middle of this place, especially after seeing him pass out. But when he got up to look for him, he felt a pair of eyes on him almost immediately, a tingling awareness in the back of his head that made him look around in confusion. ]

[ He spotted her after a moment, the grand high performer herself, and found himself pausing, glancing back. It looked like the people that had passed out were being taken care of, so... he could check in on Yuri in a moment. He took one last glance back at him, before heading over to Luci instead. ]

Nice tunes.

[ Perfect first thing to say to a fallen angel, right? ]

Yusuke; OTA

[lempereur]

[ So the death jokes weren't jokes after all.

It's not a realization that dawns on Yusuke until the card shows up, appearing against his canvas the moment he turns his back. He makes a mental note to ask her about it, maybe after the show, maybe another day, but eventually. For now, he's got to get ready. Can't be late to church.

He feels every word, spoken and sung, just like always. There's no immunity to build, no way to resist the pull, the incredible high of rebellion that very literally speaks to something in his soul, other than to not come. To deny himself that beauty, an experience so personal, so religious, so pure...it would mean that he hasn't learned a single thing, since Goemon came to him. And dear God Satan, he has. The fire blazing above the crowd and through Luci's fingers makes him jump, grabbing whoever happens to be next to him. That reaction may never stop, the damage has been done, there, but facing that fear, that anger and what's been done to him, has been a theme in his life for a long time now. Especially recently, and especially in Luci's song tonight. It's more painful than it usually is, but he needs it. Yusuke drinks it in, begs for more until his voice gives out and his legs crumble beneath him.

The only thing keeping him conscious, as usual, is the hint of divinity hiding in the rebellious spirit Luci sets aflame. His other self-true self, the one behind the mask.

After the show, he stumbles about, stepping over others, finding a place to stay hydrated. Maybe he's admiring his own artwork, a handsome portrait of the god-performer in a perversion of military uniform. Maybe he's not done dancing, and you're the last man standing to carry on with him, or the moment he's taken to gather his thoughts looks good enough to interrupt. If you've passed out, he might be stuffing your jacket under your head to keep you comfortable, whether he knows you or not. We're all together here, are we not? Just don't mind the blue flames dancing at his feet, they're harmless. ]

Hey let's talk about things

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci is pleased to see Yusuke has found his contribution to the church so quickly. Freshened up from the concert, she comes up behind Yusuke and wraps her arms about his middle-- the white sleeves should give it away, right?]

It's a good spot for it, isn't it?

I am Thou and Thou Art I

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Don't mind the subject, I think I'm terribly clever.

Yusuke would be easily forgiven for not noticing a guy he'd never met at the concert— Tatsuya certainly would. He felt the vague pings of another Persona user throughout the concert, but he was too busy being enthralled with Lucifer's everything to pay them much heed. If Whomstever The Fuck wasn't trying to attack the crowd, that was literally all he gave a damn about.

That being said, right before Tatsuya passes out in a heap of red motorcycle leather-clad teenager, there's a flicker of something red and white that may or may not catch Yusuke's attention.

But the show's over now, and Tatsuya's slowly coming back to himself— and regardless of what the other teen is doing, Tatsuya's found himself once again sensing those vague Persona pings and has only now decided to try and find the source. ]

[beautiful_monster]

[ Yuri is there when he reaches out for support, clutching his hand and pulling him in close. The skater rises up en pointe to lean close enough to Yusuke's ear— ]

I've got you, and she's got us.

[ So there was nothing to worry about, right? All the flames and stage performance was just that. As much a part of her Song as her Voice was, but it was all for them, and Yuri at least is happy to revel in all of it. The sharp spikes of adrenaline only make the whole event that much more thrilling. ]

[Dorian Pavus | OTA |Show/communion]

[rebelarchivist]

[Dorian likes to think that he generally wouldn't have bothered to show up. He had better things to do, or so he'd told himself, than go to a thing that he wasn't even sure what it was. Some sort of play?]

[In the end he had gone because no, he didn't have anything better to do that night, and was surprised when he found that no, it was a group of people standing and waiting for... something. He listened to the people that were there, and he asked a few people what in the world was going on here, and finally figured out that they were all here to hear some girl sing. Alright. He's dubious, but not leaving.]

[The introduction is interesting, the girl is quite attractive, and a good showman to boot, even if it's a bit much. But then she starts singing...]

[The song takes a second to hit him, he's spending some time trying to figure out what language she's singing in, since it had sounded... not modern Tevene but there was something familiar about it. And then it really hits him and he stops caring about what sort of words she might be singing. He gets it.]

[He's shouting with the rest of them, cheering her on, and he hears the pain and the rage, the defiance and the will to keep going, fuck anyone that stands in your way. It's like the best rush he's ever felt, but more. He's watching her like she's Andraste reborn, only pausing from watching Lucifer to look to the people standing next to him, both because he wants to be sure that this really happening and not just to him.]

[[OOC: Feel free to run into Dorian pre or during the show, he'll be passing out near the end of Luci's final set, but until then he's good]]

Yuri Plisetsky | OTA

[beautiful_monster]

[ Yuri, as always, is front and center at the stage's edge. He'd been thrilled to find her invitation tucked into his skates that morning. It'd been too long since her last show, in his opinion. He's breathless from the moment the lights go out for the first time, before she's even begun to speak. The anticipation might just be the best part, knowing what's coming next. Wanting, needing it like he needs to breathe.

And then she begins, and he loses himself along with the rest of the crowd. Whatever's happening outside this place doesn't matter. The only thing that's real is right here in this mob going half-mad to the sound of Lucifer's voice. It's more invigorating than winning a competition, like raw energy vibrating right through him, catching on his every emotion and flaring them up, encouraging the rebellious defiance that already courses through his veins. There's something sharper about it this time, painful, but rebellion has never been without pain, has it? He loves it all the same.

And if you don't catch him in the thick of the concert when he's putting his classically trained dance skills to us, then perhaps you'll catch him literally when he finally collapses near the end of the concert, exhausted and finally overwhelmed by the force of her song. ]

[sleight_of_hand]

[ He swore he had seen Yuri in the middle of the madness from where he was sitting back in the wings, but it wasn't until people started collapsing that Adachi was sure it was him. He wasn't surprised, really; a kid with his attitude problem? Constantly getting pissed off by people older than him? Yeah, rebellion was probably one of the meanings of his name or something like that. ]

[ It wasn't until after his conversation with Luci that he found himself shuffling back to where the unconscious people had been taken, pausing in the door to look around and assure security that he wasn't there to cause trouble, flashing his badge for emphasis. He went to Yuri's side when they finally let him go, peering him over to make sure he hadn't been hurt, before crouching beside him. ]

Wild night, hunh?

Satan || OTA

[granddevil]

[ Satan isn't fond of humans, and the way he looks will certainly turn some heads. He could easily just shape-shift to look human, but Satan wants to keep Ryo Asuka a different and separate person, and it'd be questionable if both he and Satan were there (hard to keep up with the lie, too). So instead of walking in like a normal person, he decides teleporting is the best thing to do in this case.

He will try to find a place further away from the stage, most likely on the lights above, enough that most won't realize he is there in all of his naked glory (unless, of course, they look up; but if they do, they'll probably think it's a prop). The wings, he uses to protect himself from any possible projectiles, and when the show starts, he pays much attention to it.

And people say Satan is dramatic. They certainly never heard of this Lucifer, then.

However the song speaks to him, alright. Which is no surprise considering who he is and what he is; he is the epitome of rebellion, isn't he? Despite the obvious effects it has on him, Satan stays until the very end, and it's probably because it's a little weaker that he was able to hold himself (you do NOT want Satan to go full crazy on your show, no one wants that. Last time it involved stabbing people, summoning of Demons, and death all around, so that's not good truly), however he is breathing heavily by the end and he might have broken some lights along the way.

When the main attraction is finally gone, he waits in his spot for everyone to leave before he does the same. Not only to take a moment, but also so he doesn't have to use his teleportation again. ]

Re: Satan || OTA

[pummelgranite]

[ Persephone's mostly been dancing. Paused here and there to show special attention to one reveler or another, but by and large she's just like any other guest. It's maybe some half hour into the communion when she does a double take at the angel in the rafters. She whips a vine up to an adjacent fixture, and swings herself up easily. ]

's good right? Christ, she's good.

Persephone | OTA

[pummelgranite]

[ Persephone's been enjoying herself- she always does at Luci's shows. But perhaps, just this once, she has had slightly too much fun. Right at the moment, she has an impressively executed cosplayer pinned to the wall, her hands balled tight in his crisp white blazer. To the young man's credit, he is in possession of some truly lovely blue eyes, and isn't afraid to contour. He is not, however, Lucifer. ]

God Luci yer, yeah so fucking beautiful... (Mumble mumble) Inna fuckin police station, up in. Uppp in the visitors room or interegonnnation room. I'll (mumble mumble mumble mumble) right against their stupid glass, Luci. Right there...

[ He seems bewildered, turned on, and more than slightly terried as he tries to correct her mistake during the rare moments he can keep her tongue out of his mouth. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[He looks a bit more terrified when the actual Luci seems to loom up behind Persephone. She winks at him, though it's still hard to enjoy the intense tongue-lashing he's getting when he feels like he's poser'd his way into making out with goddamned Persephone.]

[Luci, however, comes up to help. Her hands drift to Persephone's hips and she strokes the gentle curve lovingly.] You'd look beautiful against the glass. [She whispers in Persephone's ear.] Or am I the one going there?

Ryūji Sakamoto | OTA... I’ll roll with whatever, you don’t have to meet him in the pit.

[imaphantomthief]

[All of this mystical bullshit is still pretty new to Ryūji. It’s only been like two weeks since his life got certifiably weird in the first place, and that was before America accidentally kidnapped him to save the world or something. Maybe just Florida? It’s not like he wasn’t listening, it’s just that- anyway, magical invitations are a new thing, but they’re not outside the realm of possibility anymore.

Besides, the last stranger who’d said they missed him before he’d even met them turned out to only be kind of creepy anyway. So, what the hell? He’d never been to Miami before! Though, he was a little confused to discover it was part of Florida too. Who’s even heard of Florida, right? But Miami is in songs and movies. He’d really expected it to be in California. Or at least Hawaiʻi.

Still, he’s not disappointed. The first couple of minutes are boring, but as soon as the lady onstage starts to engage the crowd he finds himself curious. Even about the parking tickets. He gets on his toes when some tall jerk stands in front of him, but that guy has a friend who’s built like a freaking brick wall. For a minute Ryūji is really agitated, and he’s just about ready to try to shove past so he can enjoy the show too when the music begins.

Suddenly it’s hard to think about anything else. Something about the song really sparks him. And then makes him hyper aware of all the stuff a Phantom Thief can do that most guys can’t. He thinks of that volleyball jerk, briefly, about giving in and throwing that punch. Usually the thought gives him a sense of guilt, but now it’s like a thick taste of satisfaction. And he wants more. He needs it.

-Is that a mosh pit? No way! Spurred on by the music and the energy of the crowd and that feeling of not breaking even when someone breaks a part of you, Ryūji jumps in and starts dancing. His leg doesn’t even hurt, except for when it does, and then it’s alright because the next bar is better. His hair stands up on end, a little pop of electricity (static? Sure, maybe) jolting every other person who slams into him. Someone throws a punch, and Ryūji grins at the sting of it. He bodyslams the guy. It’s a dance, albeit a violent one. It feels incredible.]

Yeah!

[Later, he wakes up in a heap on the floor. Someone must have pulled him from the pit at least, because aside from a black eye and fat lip he’s not that bad off. His leg hurts, and he’s feeling pretty woozy, but still kind of buzzed from that adrenaline high. He doesn’t remember what happened.

Concussion? Overexertion? He has no clue. But he manages to grin around the split in his lip. That was a good time. He’s going to take up every single weirdass invitation he gets from now on, that’s for damn sure.]