Voice Testing for Lucifer

[starofmorning]

Quite incredible. All it took was the smallest nudge to bring you around to creating this journal. After all, there is a whole wide world for me to explore, and such fascinating people in it to meet.

Try not to mess it up, 'mun' of mine, mm?

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[herpetreaper]

Oh, I wouldn’t call it fascinating, myself. Just something to blend in with.

The fourteenth century was really boring. I had to do something to spice up life. [haha, puns.]

[starofmorning]

Come now, every body we choose for ourselves has a fascinating story behind the reasons why. A specific look? A reason to blend? When you can have the face of any man or woman, there is always a reason.

[His lips curl with the pun. Oh Death, thy sense of humor slays.]

You seem quite busy these days. [As if that had ever changed.]

[herpetreaper]

I suppose there was a reason. Some time ago. Might not have been a good reason though. So, you up here to play, start another war, or on vacation?

[Slays, huh? Seems we’re not the only one with puns here.]

Sometimes I wonder. Humans seems to be living longer now. Eh, but hey produce more babies as well, so I suppose it’s all the same.

[starofmorning]

I suppose you could call it a little office break. It's been quite some time since I've been out and about in the mortal realm. They've been doing quite well on their own that I haven't had to bother too much.

Well Humans are at their all time highest population wise, so I only assume, as always, you're quite busy.

[A slant of the eyes, all amused.] Still playing games?

[herpetreaper]

For little monkeys, yeah, not too bad.

[a bit of a flat sad smile.] Mmm yeah. Always busy, never one to rest. I might be slacking a bit at the moment however.

[A pause at that though, and his smile tugs brighter] Oh, perhaps.

[starofmorning]

Little blessed monkeys. [Oh, that charming, easy tone turns dark, just for a moment, before he lets out a breath and the smile returns.]

It's always worth taking a little break. That's why I'm here, after all.

...Perhaps we should partake in a little game some time. You're always welcomed in my home, of course.

[herpetreaper]

Blessed, yes, though if you asked them they would tell you they were damned. Funny how contrary they can be. [Hell, he's dealing with one that is so head strong she defies Death constantly]

[he shook his head lightly though, amused sounding] You know I take no sides, but I've always enjoyed your home. If I wasn't currently... [Bound. Embarrassingly bound thanks to his curiosity] ...dealing with a situation I would gladly partake in some games again.

[starofmorning]

The monkeys will never realize just how good they have it. Really, things never change in that.

[Ooooh? Lucifer leans in, eyes bright and all too curious himself.]

And just what situation is that? [Death, do you sound embarrassed?!]

[herpetreaper]

It's interesting to see how backwards they try to be. Tell them they have a bad life and they tell you how good it is. Like they can't be wrong.

[asdfghjkl;' Yes, he does NO! He's CURIOUS. He can get out of this situation ANYTIME he wanted to. Kind of.... maybe]

Nothing of importance, my friend, I assure you. [Just a girl who confuses even the fates.]

[starofmorning]

Oh, but something that would embarrass Death itself? [He slides in closer, a smile playing over his lips, all too curious about this. His curiosity had always been his downfall, in a way.]

Do tell. Do tell. [No, Death has no side. A friend to both. Lucifer wouldn't hold that against him, but oh how he does enjoy this!]

[herpetreaper]

[He side eyed the man as he came in closer. If he had been bones he'd show off less emotions. That was the problem with blending in with these humans. He picked up emotions from time to time. Like the embarrassment he's not feeling...]

You would latch onto that, wouldn't you?

[starofmorning]

I can't help it. I'm an expert in this. [Right up to him, radiating a warmth and the faintest scent of a warm day and cinnamon.]

Tell me, old friend. Who else can you talk to about it, hmm?

[herpetreaper]

No one. And that's generally who I talk to.

[Death likes the smell actually. It's not something he picks up otherwise, but as Malach it's... nice. A contrast to his own cold smells]

I've ran into a human that confuses the Sisters Three as well as myself. She defies me at every chance. Her tapestry is frayed and tattered yet every moment I should be summoned to her passes without a conclusion. [half truths of the situation are always easiest.]

[starofmorning]

Oh...? [This is a fascinating concept, such a Human that would confound Death and the Sisters.

[Really, a half-truth is still a lie of omission being spoken to the Prince of Lies.]

Yet there's something about her that intrigues you, doesn't it? That's put you in this... situation? Is her unusual state alone?

[Oh yes that definitely is a near-purr from Lucifer.]

[herpetreaper]

[Death is older then you, my friend. He can lie if he wants to an feel no shame.]

[Still, there is no point in hiding it anyhow. It was bad enough to have Titan Kronos figure it out on his own. Might as well spill it.]

[He gave a defeated side long look, a bit exaggerated, but allowing the other to win this round.]

She interests me, yes. She walks down the street, gets hit by a bus, stands up and brushes off, limping off for a few hours. She's drowned four times in the past year.

A Reaper should be summoned to the moment of death. They take care of it on my command. [he lifts his head, a bit prideful (pride that's a bit bent) and frowns.] Instead of a Reaper it's I that gets pulled to her.

Different canon ages - meet! XD

[starofmorning]

[And Lucifer might disagree on their ages, as Death did not exist until Humanity was born.]

Fascinating! [A woman that has Death on a leash!] So why do you not take her soul, when you're summoned?

[Popcorn.gif! This has become an incredible story.]

Got to love those moments~!

[herpetreaper]

[Death however disagrees with that, because as long as there was an existence of life in anything there had to be Death of something. But this argument could be taken in a 'never talk religion' kind of way. No one is wrong no one is right. Best just to avoid it.]

It is not fascinating. [he said a bit grouchy like] It's rather bothersome.

As for the soul, I'm wondering if she's already sold it. [Eyes him for a moment.] Meaning... I can't find it. It appears to be there, but I can't reach it.

It's half the fun!!

[starofmorning]

[Perhaps it is a question of 'life'. When their Creator existed, none lied before him until he used the Spark of Creation to create the first angel. Perhaps it is a question of chicken or the egg?]

Sold it? [He rubs the edge of his jaw.] I could see if she has, if you're in need of that help. It would take some tracking down, after all, so you might be her pet for a while longer.

[herpetreaper]

[Death was never fond of Chicken or Egg.]

Pet!? [He sputtered with out meaning to!] I'm not her pet. [Sorry, love, but the user name says so]

[He took a breath at that point though, and let it out.] The... assistance would be much appreciated.

[But he knows better, so he asks.] However. What's the cost to me?

[starofmorning]

[It clearly was the egg. Some evolving creature had to lay the egg that hatched into what we would consider the chicken.]

You come when you're called by her demise - that certainly sounds like a pet. [He can't help but chuckle, but he does slip in closer, voice pitched a little lower.]

For you? Hardly a cost at all. Not what I would charge even one of my own demons. We've known each other far too long.

...Perhaps... [He certainly does dare to slide a fingertip down the forearm of Death himself.] A pound of flesh, so to speak?

I assume your sex life has been pretty death for a while. [You started it with the puns.]

[herpetreaper]

[Yes, he could consider that as the proper answer. Perhaps]

[Meanwhile... the side glare you are receiving, friend, isn’t sharp, but perhaps a bit comical.]

I’m no one’s pet unless I want to be. [a pointed look, for a moment, before sighing again. Mostly at that pun. Yeah, he started that.]

As upset as I am about that pun, you wouldn’t be completely accurate on that. Nor too far off base. [side glance away from him. huff. Note, that wasn't a yes or a no.]

[starofmorning]

I can't help myself. Mortals take me too seriously to laugh at a good pun. Even a bad one.

[He will slide himself in that bit closer then, his voice that low purr.]

Surely a small price to pay to rid yourself of the question. Of the leash?

[herpetreaper]

A good pun is always welcome. [he said honestly, because his ‘mad about it’ wasn’t really mad at all. And sir, you are creeping in a bit close there. Not that he minds that much. It’s another perk of taking a human form, he supposes.]

It is a small price, and not at all a bad one. But... I’m not on a leash. [giving a small glare. Not seriously glaring, but he’s latched onto this pet thing, because Virginia chuckles about him being a pet as well.]

[That purr is effective though.]

[starofmorning]

When I find one, I'll make sure to bring it to you. [He doesn't exactly believe Malach is 'mad' about it. He shifts partly behind the other, just so he can pitch his words right against the other's ear without actually touching.]

One night of pleasure for an answer? If any of mine or any mortal has her soul, I'll know in a matter of days.

[And why not? A chance to court Death? As an angel, fallen or otherwise, Death is not something he will ever know. Not as one of the First.]

[herpetreaper]

I knew you could be counted on. [he said lightly about the pun, shifting his stance a bit to slip hands into his pockets, and eyes glanced back as the other moved closer to behind him. If he were scared of... himself he might not allow people behind him, but it does't bother him at all.]

[And the breath on his ear as the other spoke did run a shudder down his very human spine. It took him a moment, but he turned his shoulder a bit, bumping the other in the chest as he tried to look back at him.]

A matter of days, hmm? At first you said it might take a while. Get used to my leash. Now it's changed?

[a curiously smug face...]