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[dealwiththe]

Passengers: Lucifer + Theo; Lucifer + Grace; Lucifer + y o u
Location: Greenhouse; conservatory; the vicinity of the gym; others by request
Date: Mid-March
Summary: Lucifer needs to explain himself to Theo; Grace is gonna talk (!?!?!) to Lucifer; Lucifer kills time while a nefarious plan executes; others by request
Warnings: Uhhhhhh none yet I'll edit if necessary



1. Theo, in the greenhouse

Lucifer doesn't feel relief at having the inmates switched out - on the contrary, he feels as if he failed Theo during their last session, and he needs to figure out how to fix it. Theo, he knows, is basically terrified of him, and will avoid him pretty much at all costs until or unless he corners the boy somewhere.

Obviously the best place to corner him is the greenhouse. And - indeed, there he is.

"Learn anything new lately?" he opens up with, keeping his voice light.


2. Grace (or anyone else?), in the observatory (OTA)

There really aren't many places on a space ship that are good for stretching one's wings - especially when your wingspan is like ten feet. The observatory is one of the few places for it, so when he finds himself with a cramp one night, he slips in, standing in front of the big window, gazing out at the stars as he rolls his shoulders and unfurls them. They're not just big - they actually glow faintly, with their own light in the dim room, though Lucifer's face twists in a slight wince as he stretches the right one out a bit, working the kink out of it.

That's when he spots someone, reflected faintly in the glass.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there," he says automatically.

3. Near the gym (OTA)

After the elevator doors close, Lucifer meanders back in the direction of the gym. He looks a little self-satisfied, his jacket off, he sort of slings it over his shoulder cheerily.

Inmates who approach him will be asked if they'd like access to the gym. A warden may be asked if they'd like a spar. "Why not? I'm here for a while."

[ ooc: as always if you want to do something with Lucifer but none of these prompts work for you, ping me over at frodabaggins or PM this journal. I can do prose or brackets, whatever you prefer. ]

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Aki shrugs from the back row of seats, dismissing the apology even as his eyes dart over Lucifer's wings. He wonders, not for the first time, if Angel is still alive.

"Public space," he says, thumbing a straw between his fingers. It came with the open beer next to him; he's not sure if there's a reason or if it's just convenience. He can't read the script on the can. "Unless you're looking for a reason to be alone."

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"No, just needed to stretch a bit," Lucifer says, doing so. First one, stretched out to its full length, white feathers gleaming. Then the other, even as he continues conversationally. "People tend to find the wings off-putting, is all."

The fact that Aki doesn't seem bothered by them is not lost on Lucifer.

[spanning]

"For religious reasons, right?"

He's not a stranger to the idea; religions are responsible for their share of devils and devils in turn inform their share of religions, to the point who knows what existed first. But Aki just can't look that in the face and see anything more or less than the fiend that lives in his apartment, or the devil that lives in his right eye.

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"Eh, sometimes," he says casually. "As often as not, it's more like shit, you have wings, people aren't supposed to have wings."

Which is true, so far as it goes.

"Unless people do have wings in your world?" he asks.

[spanning]

He flicks the straw between his fingers like a cigarette; nervous habit, left over from when he used to smoke.

"Humans don't." And that's true, but anyone from his world would immediately assume Lucifer is a devil...or a religious experience. Either/or. Aki sighs. "But I knew someone who did."

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"Ah, a celestial insider," Lucifer says with a nod. "Or whatever the equivalent is in your world. Do tell. Maybe I know them. I mean, probably not, but maybe I know an alternate version of them."

[spanning]

"A celestial insider?" Skeptical, if only because the idea of calling Angel that just sounds ridiculous. "I don't think you'd know him, unless there's someone in your world who's literally the fear of angels."

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"Doubt it, there isn't much that we angels fear," Lucifer says promptly. "Except, perhaps, our Dad. And I very much doubt you're on a first name basis with God. So you have a person or being in your world who - what, embodies fear?"

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There's something tense around Aki's eyes and mouth, as he weighs out how much he wants to say. It's nothing so lofty as protocol or some other holdover from his hunter life; it's privacy. An unnamed unease.

It's stupid.

"Beings," he corrects. "Devils. They're born from human fears. Angel Devil was"—and that sits ugly on his tongue—"is just one of them."

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Lucifer has to laugh a little. He can't help it! "Angel Devil sounds like a bad punk rock band," he says immediately, without thinking. "So you're telling me that not only does your world have, what, zillions of devils, but that they're made by humans?"

i'm sorry he takes everything so goddamn seriously

[spanning]

The look Aki gives him at the laugh is unpleasant, to say the least.

"Something like that," he says and leaves it at that.

HAHAHAH and I’m sorry he’s so flip

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If looks could kill… it still wouldn’t bother Lucifer because he’s immortal. Oops.

“Something like what?” he asks, still as pleasant as ever. “So what, do you kill these devils? They must be relatively easy to kill, if humans make them.”

ultimate vs

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Suddenly, irrationally, he regrets that he quit smoking.

"A devil killed over a million people across two continents in five minutes," he says, flat. "So no, they're not all easy to kill."

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“But you did kill that one, yes? Or is that why you’re here?” Lucifer asks.

He doesn’t bother to point out that humans are equally capable of such death and destruction. It goes without saying.

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Aki picks up his drink and stands. He absolutely is here because of that devil—not because of his contract, but because it killed him and Makima let it use what was left to attack Denji and Power. To kill...he doesn't want to know how many people. A drop in the bucket in its death toll, in how many people kill each other every day, but he simply isn't blasé enough to write off lives that way. It's intolerable. That Lucifer is so flippant... Well, he is a devil.

Aki knows all the time he spent with Angel, with Denji and Power, warped his perspective.

"I don't owe that an answer."

Anyway, he's gonna leave now. Bye, Luci. :(

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“Not to me, perhaps,” Lucifer says to Aki’s retreating back. He touched a nerve, clearly, and his flippancy is dropped to get in a last word. “But you’ll almost certainly have to explain it to someone here, sooner or later.”

Possibly the most surprising thing about being here, for him, is seeing how few wardens seem to be aware that they’ll have to deal with their own issues if they ever hope to actually help an inmate with theirs.