The constant nattering. I don't know [there's a trip of confusion, just a blip, a missing piece that should be inserting here, glossed over] how anyone does it! Hi. Hello. I can hear you. Can't you do anything on your own?
[He folds all six of his wings of his true form in behind his back. Peers at the woman on her knees in prayer, skeletal toothy maw in her face, stretched to a point, six horns curled every which-way mantling his head. There's blood flaked in the fur framing his neck. He's breathing hotly at the woman but she cannot perceive him and Lucifer doesn't try to make it so she can.
A moment later a man steps out from his home and Lucifer's headache gets worse and he pulls away, startled.] Oh. Sorry. Wrong one. [He snaps one of his many taloned hands and the man explodes and the echo in his mind vanishes, instant relief.] Finally, quiet.
[A moment, and then the archangel winces, drawing the same claw to rub at the underside of bone. He had actually meant to answer this one.
The woman, now horrified, straightens up, and whichever god she was calling out to is going to get a much more frantic call than her initial reach.]
B. An Attempt Was _____ (Ignored)
Okay. Okay. Round Two (-hundred, give or take). The score is......... really bad. Lucifer does not like answering echoes. He doesn't want to. He has other things! Hobbies! Why does he have to pay attention to people.
Well, the little thing like anytime he refuses for too long his beautiful work of art in the Nether takes a hit. He should be used to all these goddamn rules by now but no, he's going to continue to have a push and pull with the system.
So here he is, doing his due dilligence, yada, yada, yada.
The weather starts to darken with his arrival, mirroring his mood. His towering true form stuffed into his perceivable beastly sea-blue leosylph form, eyes red. The wilder, larger, more aggressive leosylph to-be-specific that no longer existed when he was just a Summoned. Certainly haven't been found since. He's paraded around in the form of an eldoa before, but what can he say.
He likes his jokes.
He's been called to the Velan Republic, not somewhere he tends to go--some age-old resistence against Nott that he doesn't remember why anymore. He keeps a careful eye out for any sign of Kell and his followers, this secondary form of Lucifer's well-known enough. Relations may be better than they had in the last few hundred years, but it's always wise to keep on his toes. Just in case things change on a dime. They have before, after all.
Paws across a wall, searching for his mark--ah, his devotee.
He sits and tucks his paws in, tail curled around, and rumbles in displeasure.
This would maybe have gotten easier over the centuries if he ever did it.
Whatever.
He stretches out and gets comfortable. Surely he can find an easier echo to answer soon. Either his poor-soul follower will find him, or they won't. Big loss.
Or another god might have the unfortunate luck of finding Lucifer, once again ignoring his duties.
Echoes | OTA
The constant nattering. I don't know [there's a trip of confusion, just a blip, a missing piece that should be inserting here, glossed over] how anyone does it! Hi. Hello. I can hear you. Can't you do anything on your own?
[He folds all six of his wings of his true form in behind his back. Peers at the woman on her knees in prayer, skeletal toothy maw in her face, stretched to a point, six horns curled every which-way mantling his head. There's blood flaked in the fur framing his neck. He's breathing hotly at the woman but she cannot perceive him and Lucifer doesn't try to make it so she can.
A moment later a man steps out from his home and Lucifer's headache gets worse and he pulls away, startled.] Oh. Sorry. Wrong one. [He snaps one of his many taloned hands and the man explodes and the echo in his mind vanishes, instant relief.] Finally, quiet.
[A moment, and then the archangel winces, drawing the same claw to rub at the underside of bone. He had actually meant to answer this one.
The woman, now horrified, straightens up, and whichever god she was calling out to is going to get a much more frantic call than her initial reach.]
B. An Attempt Was _____ (Ignored)
Okay. Okay. Round Two (-hundred, give or take). The score is......... really bad. Lucifer does not like answering echoes. He doesn't want to. He has other things! Hobbies! Why does he have to pay attention to people.
Well, the little thing like anytime he refuses for too long his beautiful work of art in the Nether takes a hit. He should be used to all these goddamn rules by now but no, he's going to continue to have a push and pull with the system.
So here he is, doing his due dilligence, yada, yada, yada.
The weather starts to darken with his arrival, mirroring his mood. His towering true form stuffed into his perceivable beastly sea-blue leosylph form, eyes red. The wilder, larger, more aggressive leosylph to-be-specific that no longer existed when he was just a Summoned. Certainly haven't been found since. He's paraded around in the form of an eldoa before, but what can he say.
He likes his jokes.
He's been called to the Velan Republic, not somewhere he tends to go--some age-old resistence against Nott that he doesn't remember why anymore. He keeps a careful eye out for any sign of Kell and his followers, this secondary form of Lucifer's well-known enough. Relations may be better than they had in the last few hundred years, but it's always wise to keep on his toes. Just in case things change on a dime. They have before, after all.
Paws across a wall, searching for his mark--ah, his devotee.
He sits and tucks his paws in, tail curled around, and rumbles in displeasure.
This would maybe have gotten easier over the centuries if he ever did it.
Whatever.
He stretches out and gets comfortable. Surely he can find an easier echo to answer soon. Either his poor-soul follower will find him, or they won't. Big loss.
Or another god might have the unfortunate luck of finding Lucifer, once again ignoring his duties.