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Entry tags:
- !event,
- dc: chloe decker,
- dc: lucifer morningstar,
- death note: matt,
- death note: mello,
- dr. stone: gen asagiri,
- dr. stone: senku ishigami,
- ff8: squall leonhart,
- grishaverse: kaz brekker,
- hadestown: persephone,
- oc: begonia doerdaegwyn,
- oc: jack munroe,
- oc: julia bellamy,
- oc: murmur,
- the black tapes: alex reagan,
- the black tapes: richard strand
event } you can jive
WHO: Open to all passengers!
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.
Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:
Attention, passengers.
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.
From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.
Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!
Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.
Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.
From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.
Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!
Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.
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He gestures vaguely, losing the words halfway through the thought so he just snickers. Oh yeah, definitely drunk over here. "Stop being charming, for example." To deny their very nature.
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"But I can't claim the same for me and mine. Were we designed to serve, or were we brainwashed into believing that? We have free will, after all. I mean, sure, a very long time ago He might've said, Castiel, you conduct the Heavenly Choir, and Gabriel, take a message here and there, but they could've said no. I did. And He hasn't issued any commands in ages. Well, except for telling Amenadiel to bless the Detective's parents, apparently."
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Anyway.
"Given what you've told me thus far, I believe you might be onto something with that conspiracy of yours." The brainwashing, it sounded likely, and frankly was possibly more terrible than having been created without free will at all. Or maybe that was the alcohol speaking. A huffed sound through his nose. "One command, and it was that. Odd." The silence was perhaps the worst part. The lingering, agonizing silence that still stretched on.
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Yeah, Lucifer is at this point just kind of drowning his feelings with the whiskey.
"He could've - I dunno, stopped some bad things from happening, with just a word. Could've explained Himself and prevented some - misunderstandings. Hell, if He wanted to reconcile with me - not that I'm saying I ever would - He could've just talked to me!"
Maybe, maybe not. Even as he says it, he knows it's pointless to speculate about. And it's not like he's saying he wishes Chloe didn't exist. Far from it.
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Yeah he's drunk. Good job, Lucifer!
Murmur gestures vaguely. "It doesn't work that way, not that simple. Every thread, every action, they all ripple. Prevent one and another is stifled, free will becomes suspect." He's getting metaphorical, that probably isn't helpful at the moment. Moving on.
"But... a post card might have helped." Better than tossing a human unknowingly into the mix. Making her own free will suspect, to a point.
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"I suppose you'd be tolerable, as a cousin."
What a ringing endorsement. He takes another shot.
"Just an explanation, is all I want. Why. Why her, and not, I dunno. Something else. Why any of it. I used to think there was a plan, it was just a shit plan. Now I'm not sure there ever was one."
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"Coming from you that sounds like high praise." He'll take it.
A vague, dismissive gesture. "Is not asking for an explanation blasphemous?" That word was spit with perhaps a surprising level of icy venom in his tone, especially for the angel who thus far had managed a rather constant level of detached monotone in word and emotion. Yet that was decidedly bitter. Lucifer's not the only one who desired answers.
Murmur was quick to slip the impassive mask back into place. "Mysterious ways is a convenient excuse to silence questioning, isn't it? Unworthy to ask, unworthy to know."
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"Whenever someone says I ought to trust in Him, I just think about all the times He broke my trust, and well. It's a lot."
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"Mm, if I may, through what method? His usual utter and complete absence, or is there more?"
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"I met a man once," he begins, because really, the best way to answer a question like that is with a story, "a priest, if you can believe it. Father Frank. He had taken it upon himself to look out for a young man, orphaned, he'd known the boy's parents I believe. The boy was a troublemaker. Had gotten in with a drug dealer, pretty common story. We suspected him of murder. Father Frank refused to believe it. Even after he shot up the man's church! Frank's faith in that boy never wavered. He gave his life for the boy. He believed he was emulating God, but - he was so much better than that."
Yep, still a touch of bitterness in Lucifer's voice, even after all these years since Frank's death. That one still stings.
"The Detective is a parent, you know. Quite a good one, of course. She would never abandon her offspring the way my Father abandoned me."
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A sad tale indeed. "Was he right? Was his faith well placed?" It might not be the entire point of the story but there's always a part of Murmur that hoped to see the best in humans and not the worst. For they could be so, so terrible. They could also be so astonishingly good. Just like this man.
"Humans do give the Divine too much credit. Ever do they exceed expectations." Hesitating at first, because being comforting really isn't Murmur's strong suit, he reaches out to pat Lucifer reassuringly on the shoulder. He gets it. It's hard losing the best of them.
"Humans are much better suited for the task. You would think He'd learn a thing or two from watching them all this time." Nope. He will never show back up with those cigarettes.
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“Oh, he was correct. The boy wasn’t the killer.” He takes another shot. “He had faith in me, too. I actually think he knew.”
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"I wouldn't be surprised if he did." Seemed like the man might have been right in both cases. "Sometimes they can tell."
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"Anyway, the point is - Dad was crap, and then my siblings wonder why I prefer the company of humans."
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"They don't know what they're missing," He offers flippantly. "Mortals are a delight." A pause. "Most of the time." Sometimes they were really annoying.
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"Miss Lopez is," he says. A delight, of course. "So much better than my family. And Doctor Linda!" He leans in to Murmur, as if to make a very important point. Listen. "Knowing me hasn't been easy for her. In any capacity... nearly got her killed once. But she told me at the time, she walked into it with her eyes open and she wouldn't change a thing. Being my friend."
Loyalty. That's what he's getting at. He's met humans who are so loyal to him. Who don't abandon him when things are tough, or scary, or dangerous, or when he's being a prick.
"And Chloe..." He is very drunk to be dropping the nickname, "she loves me. She loves me." He's already said this, of course, but drunk. Before he said it like it was a problem, now he says it like it's a glorious revelation, even with a smile creeping over his face. "She's incredible, and not because of anything my Father did. It's just her."
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Were he not also drunk, the space invasion might have been met with a more icy response but instead Murmur was all in on this very important conspiracy or whatever it was about Doctor Linda. He leans in, absolutely listening, all ears over here. "What happened?" Of course he has to ask, because you can't just drop that knowing him nearly got her killed when it sounded like he wasn't still technically at war with his siblings?
He sipped his whiskey, letting out a thoughtful hum. "For all I find many of their habits and mannerisms confusing I must admit that there are more admirable than how loyal they are to those they love. And regardless of species!" It's harder to find among their own, Celestials do tend to be very arrogant and proud. And yet humans will still put up with them. Yes, even when they're pricks.
He grinned faintly, amused by this. Look at how delighted drunk Lucifer is when he realizes things. "Of course. No blessing alone can change the core of a soul. That is always self-determined."
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He takes another thoughtful drink. "Th' point is... I did one bad thing, and my entire family rejected me for eternity. Even the ones that sided with me originally. I've done bad things to them - Chloe, Doctor Linda, Miss Lopez - things that hurt them. And they...forgive me. Help me try to do better. Makes me wonder if it's possible."
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He's quiet for a time, considering Lucifer's words. "Perhaps," He began finally, after a time and a few more thoughtful sips of his whiskey. "Forgiveness comes more easily to them. The messiness of mortality does make such things more common. To our kind the very idea of stepping out of line is so obscene... well. I'm sure I don't need to explain that to you." No one would understand better than Lucifer himself, after all.