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maskormenacelogs2016-04-13 05:20 pm
angelfire) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-04-13 05:20 pm
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Swept to ruin off my wavelength, swallowed her up like the ocean in a fire
WHO: Lucifer and "Peter Kane"
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 7th April
WHAT: Things have changed since the Devil shed his prettyboy skin, and he's back to work on his evil deeds
WARNINGS: The freaking devil
[ Lucifer remembered his time wearing Sam's body in this place acutely. His memory was usually excellent, but it had slotted in like an alternate timelines, when he had returned here, a vague recollection he didn't care to visit. Now that it was in his past, an experience, it was clear and clean and bright; something to learn from, to gain from.
And this man, Peter, he called himself, was a resource that he may yet need, perhaps not now, but in time. Miles and his friends were planning something, and it was only a matter of time, particularly since they had his blade. Now was the time to act, before they did; the time to collect the pieces to line up on his side of the board.
Miles hadn't been able to offer this man the protection he wanted, and how could he? So Lucifer was going to bring something else to the table. After all, Peter had already demonstrated that he was a man guided by the pursuits of money, and other such things. It wasn't charity that had driven him to offer his services.
He didn't let himself in through the door, nor speak to the building's secretary, nor ask permission in any way; the powerful didn't. No, Lucifer simply flew in, a light disturbance to the air, the whisper of feathers. Everything about him was utterly reined in, and in time he would expose that power if he needed to. That was part of the point of it, after all. Like this, he looked harmless, just a man in a nice black suit, groomed for once, his blue eyes soft. He'd been filming a lively special for his return show, the break having lasted from New Years through to now. ]
Here I am. And there you are. My, you don't just look like him, do you? The resemblance is dearly uncanny. Well... Almost. [ He'd have to make some changes to Peter's face, it seemed. ] What are we going to do about that?
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 7th April
WHAT: Things have changed since the Devil shed his prettyboy skin, and he's back to work on his evil deeds
WARNINGS: The freaking devil
[ Lucifer remembered his time wearing Sam's body in this place acutely. His memory was usually excellent, but it had slotted in like an alternate timelines, when he had returned here, a vague recollection he didn't care to visit. Now that it was in his past, an experience, it was clear and clean and bright; something to learn from, to gain from.
And this man, Peter, he called himself, was a resource that he may yet need, perhaps not now, but in time. Miles and his friends were planning something, and it was only a matter of time, particularly since they had his blade. Now was the time to act, before they did; the time to collect the pieces to line up on his side of the board.
Miles hadn't been able to offer this man the protection he wanted, and how could he? So Lucifer was going to bring something else to the table. After all, Peter had already demonstrated that he was a man guided by the pursuits of money, and other such things. It wasn't charity that had driven him to offer his services.
He didn't let himself in through the door, nor speak to the building's secretary, nor ask permission in any way; the powerful didn't. No, Lucifer simply flew in, a light disturbance to the air, the whisper of feathers. Everything about him was utterly reined in, and in time he would expose that power if he needed to. That was part of the point of it, after all. Like this, he looked harmless, just a man in a nice black suit, groomed for once, his blue eyes soft. He'd been filming a lively special for his return show, the break having lasted from New Years through to now. ]
Here I am. And there you are. My, you don't just look like him, do you? The resemblance is dearly uncanny. Well... Almost. [ He'd have to make some changes to Peter's face, it seemed. ] What are we going to do about that?