[Wow. It doesn't even feel like a good 'no he's right.' Way to take the enjoyment out of those words, Kyle.
He didn't need Kyle to message them. Just someone.
If anything Lucifer slouches down in his seat more than he had before, head leaned back all the way, staring unblinking at the ceiling.
It's never been a problem before now, but apparently it's "not easy" to "focus" on messages like that when you're "bleeding out"--yada yada yada--and fine. Sure. How human of them to not be able to multitask.
And Lucifer's so accustomed to being wire-tapped to Istredd now for something like eight months now that it's hardly been important.
But there is one form of communication that might be, while less reliable, something that relies more on the heart than the brain. Too bad he can't ping locations off people anymore through it, he lucked out when he heard Wilhelm's directionless pleading that he was nearby at the time.]
If you've got the intention to back it, however small, my brothers and I can receive prayers. Even garbled, run-on-sentence nonsense. Without direction we'll all have a vague chance to hear it... [Probably. Fifty-fifty. With the different faiths of this place it's like the reception is off, and he imagines he's not the only one that tunes out of it, mixed with Abraxas just simply interfering.] which is better than nothing, but... if you're coherent enough you can send out to just one of us.
[Do Not Think About Looking His Way Right Now, Istredd.]
can't believe this is happening to me right now
He didn't need Kyle to message them. Just someone.
If anything Lucifer slouches down in his seat more than he had before, head leaned back all the way, staring unblinking at the ceiling.
It's never been a problem before now, but apparently it's "not easy" to "focus" on messages like that when you're "bleeding out"--yada yada yada--and fine. Sure. How human of them to not be able to multitask.
And Lucifer's so accustomed to being wire-tapped to Istredd now for something like eight months now that it's hardly been important.
But there is one form of communication that might be, while less reliable, something that relies more on the heart than the brain. Too bad he can't ping locations off people anymore through it, he lucked out when he heard Wilhelm's directionless pleading that he was nearby at the time.]
If you've got the intention to back it, however small, my brothers and I can receive prayers. Even garbled, run-on-sentence nonsense. Without direction we'll all have a vague chance to hear it... [Probably. Fifty-fifty. With the different faiths of this place it's like the reception is off, and he imagines he's not the only one that tunes out of it, mixed with Abraxas just simply interfering.] which is better than nothing, but... if you're coherent enough you can send out to just one of us.
[Do Not Think About Looking His Way Right Now, Istredd.]