eyemind | toto?

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toto?

Who: Kaz Brekker and whoever finds him first
What: Kaz just woke up and is skulking about the ship
When: Backdated to before the ship lands I guess?!
Warnings: None currently!

Generally speaking, Kaz liked to consider himself pretty prepared for any number of possibilities, but admittedly this one had him a bit stumped. By itself, being abducted wasn't too farfetched to fathom, but waking up to a voice in his head in a room where the lights kept flickering? That certainly shook things up a bit. Other than the usual pain in his leg, he was feeling about as whole and righteous as he could have hoped following an abduction, so he set about taking inventory of himself and his surroundings. Or, trying to, as the room kept going dark at random intervals. From what he could tell, though, the stuff in his pockets and hidden up his sleeves seemed to be mostly left alone, and he found his cane leaning against the wall near the bed which was a relief, though whoever had pinched him seemed to have misplaced his hat. They'd owe him a new one.

Well, whatever their play was, they hadn't restrained him and hadn't bothered locking him into the room (which just saved him the hassle of getting it open himself, as far as he was concerned), so he made his way out to the equally dim hallway, casting a glance around to see if any patrols were around before setting off. For now, his main goal was to put as much distance from himself and where he started as possible, so he set off limping quietly down the hallway, cane tucked under his arm since he didn't want the added echo announcing his presence any sooner than it needed to be. He figured he'd run into someone at some point, and if luck was favoring him today, he'd hear them before they heard him.

Ignoring the elevator, he made his way down the stairs, stopping to check each (thankfully, better lit!) hallway before descending the next set. Everything about the walls around him to the floor beneath him seemed unnatural somehow, but for now he tried to shake off the unsettling feeling and instead focus on the task at hand of covering as much ground as he could. That is, until he made it to the observation room, and his eyes caught that giant window and view into space, which made his eyes widen with alarm. He stood there stupidly for a minute, before slowly making his way closer for a better look.

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Funny, indeed. There were a lot of implications to what Lucifer was saying, and for a moment he continued to stare out the window in silence as he considered them. If someone were to appear here from the future, would he want to know if anything happened to him? More importantly, if anything happened to her?

For now, there was only one conclusion he could come to.

"So, for the time being I needn't worry about my affairs at home." Too many variables, it would do no good to sit around fussing over them. Besides, if things did go belly up by the time he went home, it was probably time for some staff adjustments.

"There's definitely no point to it," Lucifer says lightly. Which is not to say that he's not also worried about his affairs back home. He has an Underworld to rule, after all, and demons to keep in check, yada yada.

But he's good at giving out advice he doesn't follow himself.

"Anyway, welcome to Navi. Best settle in - we're probably stuck here for a bit."

As for Kaz, he would go with his usual unhealthy tactic of burying it down out of sight for the time being and pretending it didn't bother him.

He continued to recline back, turning over the thoughts in his head before he finally shifted and moved his hands to pull himself more upright. Idly, his fingers moved to tug at and adjust his gloves.

"I suppose the flickering room I woke up in are meant to serve as my quarters?"

"No, you can choose any unoccupied room - I hadn't noticed any flickering lights in mine, though I've been... a bit distracted lately. The cabins are all identical, however."

Lucifer shrugs. "I've had worse, I suppose. In the Middle Ages, lots of humans just slept on straw. Itchy as all get-out. The beds here are a bit better than that, though I do miss my Egyptian cotton sheets."

He shot a sideways glance at Lucifer, an acknowledging look that he was still listening. For a moment, he sat quietly, waiting to see if Lucifer would add anything else, then gave a humorless chuckle. "At least we have the illusion of choice."

Kaz had definitely had worse, having slept on the streets and under the bridges over the canals more times than he would like to remember, not that he'd be mentioning any of it. Instead, he continued to look at Lucifer out of the corner of his eye, contemplating his words.

"Distracted by more than being confined to a sentient ship?" he finally asked, quirking a thoughtful brow. After another brief pause, he decided to pursue the other question nagging at his mind. "And from what you've been saying, you seem to suggest that you're not mortal."

"My girlfriend is here, she's quite distracting," Lucifer says with a smug sort of smile. "And no, I'm not mortal. I'm a celestial, created before time itself, crafted directly by the hand of God, yada yada. It's a whole thing."

Kaz turned his head to look more directly at Lucifer, brows furrowing. He could easily guess at what the smug smile suggested, and he almost rolled his eyes. "I'll take your word for it."

Once again, he couldn't help but picture his Wraith here, and could agree that distracting would be the correct word for it, albeit for different reasons. Selfishly, it would comfort him to see her now, even if he didn't want to admit it. He'd tell himself it was just to make sure she was alright, but deep down, he suspected she was hale and whole without him. He couldn't confidently say the same was true in reverse, and it chipped away at him slightly.

An unwanted distraction, whether she was here or not. He'd have to do his best to put it out of his mind, and to do so he turned his attention to Lucifer's confirmation that he wasn't mortal. Whether or not he believed it, he already knew better than to argue it at this point, so instead he sat quietly in thought for a moment, then finally smirked slightly.

"Hand crafted by the hand of God, and still a prisoner. I suppose I shouldn't feel so bad."

"We're all subject to the whims of powerful, interdimensional beings," Lucifer says with a faint shrug. "I'm the Devil, not God."

He pauses a moment. "It'd be almost funny if Dad did end up here, though. I'd hate it after about five minutes, but at least initially, it might give me a laugh."

"So it seems," he replied after a moment, letting his smirk linger for a couple seconds more before it faded away into a thoughtful look. Truthfully, he wasn't particularly fond of the idea that he was at the mercy of some greater beings whims. Whatever it was they wanted, he wished they'd leave him out of it.

Men mock the gods until they need them. Maybe he'd wake up in the morning and wouldn't have to breathe a word of this bizarre dream to anyone. It'd be a sound enough theory, if it weren't for the persistent pain in his leg.

"Let's hope the ship doesn't have a fondness for family reunions, then. Or a sense of humor."

If the saints started showing up, he'd have to add another apology to the ever growing list of ones he already owed her.

“Let’s hope,” Lucifer says, lifting his glass almost as if in a toast to it.

Kaz gave him the briefest of smirks, as though acknowledging that he shared the sentiment.

"What about the people who are here? Is there anything I should know about any of them?" He'd be looking into them himself, of course, but it'd be useful to have any warnings about them ahead of time.

Lucifer swirls his drink around in his glass for a moment or two. "I haven't been here long enough to give you much in the way of warnings, though there is one other celestial here - albeit, not from my reality. He calls himself Murmur. I don't believe he has bad intentions, but you should always be cautious when dealing with my angelic brethren, even if he's not technically one of my siblings. The multiverse is weird like that."

Kaz brought a hand down to rest on the head of his cane, fingertips idly drumming against it thoughtfully. Celestials were another unknown entity to him, alongside the concept of a singular God, a sentient space ship, and being stranded amongst the stars. If he sought an answer to every question that was burning inside him at the moment, well... hopefully he'd be home before he was halfway through the list.

Instead, he set his mind to absorbing as much of it as he could. If it turned out to be true there was no easy way off this ship, he'd have plenty of time to sort through the details later. For now, he'd just try to get the important bits.

"So, he's also not a mortal? Anything else I should know about celestials?"

Lucifer shrugs. "In general? Not really. Unless some of my actual siblings show up here, there's no sense worrying about it. Most celestials hold themselves above mortals, think they're superior. They're - we're- not. Physically stronger? Sure. Harder to kill, absolutely, but better than - definitely not."

Kaz gives a dry, humorless chuckle. Back home, he was a canal rat from the Barrel, so by default people tended to look down on him. While he possessed his own sense of pride, he knew he was a lowlife and accepted he wouldn't amount to much more than that. The hope of being more was burned out of him a long time ago.

That didn't stop him from taking a few of them down a few pegs, however.

"You're surprisingly humble," he says, shooting an amused glance at Lucifer. "Still, won't be the first time I'll be looked down on, so maybe I'll feel right at home."

Lucifer shrugs. “My celestial family rejected me. Humans have accepted me. I’m dating one. Besides, humans are much more fun.”

"So you got humbled, then," he corrects himself with casual ease, and the faintest trace of dark humor. Of all the things Kaz had been known for, tact was not one of them.

"When you have a limited lifespan, you learn to make the most of it," he continues with a shrug of his own. "Coming from a canal rat, people don't need centuries to learn to feel superior. They just have a limited time to make the most of it before they croak."

"Forcibly humbled, yes," Lucifer says with a faint shrug. It's not like it's a secret.

"And I may have no idea what a canal rat is, but yes, my experience of humans has been similar. Some of them go to great lengths to put themselves above others. Not all, but some."

Kaz chuckles, a small smirk still tugging the corners of his mouth, then he sits for a moment in thoughtful silence. Finally, he shrugs again.

"Canal rat, cripple, bastard, take your pick," he says nonchalantly, as though commenting on the weather. "They're all interchangeable enough." When it came to being looked down on, anyway. As far as Kaz was concerned, though, if people were going to look down on you regardless, you might as well become the reason they watched their step.

"I've got a lot of nicknames, too," Lucifer says. "Humans will do that when they spend millennia telling stories about you. I've always liked Old Scratch, personally."

Kaz had his fair share of nicknames from home, though unless anyone from there showed up here, it wasn't like any of them would mean much of anything. Demon was another one he'd grown accustomed to hearing in multiple languages, even though he was completely human. Then again, it's not as though he was really a bastard either, but he considered himself such anyway.

Not that his mind was really all that focused on nicknames currently. It was an idle distraction, a way to pass the time and learn a bit more about the stranger next to him, but his long pauses and distant, faraway looks were the result of trying to process everything else that seemed to be going on.

There's another pause here, before he flashes Lucifer another thoughtful and curious look.

"Oh? Are there any you don't like?" It's not like it hurts to ask.

Kaz is lucky - if there's one thing Lucifer is always happy to chatter on about, it's himself. So it really doesn't matter how much attention Kaz is paying to him - the occasional question like that will have him off to the races.

"Father of Lies," he says immediately. "And other variations on a theme. They're incredibly inaccurate. I never lie. But humans just love to do bad things and then try to pin them on me, calling me dishonest and the Devil made me do it."

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