1st Candelabram - Action/Phone
[Waking in a human bed, and in what was clearly a child's room, was among the list of things Lucifer least expected. The world he had least been in, as he had left it, had been torn apart. Had been painted over new as it changed from the world of man to a blank slate of sorts: the Vortex world. The idea that he should be in a household that was left whole, let alone have been put there without his knowing....that was inconceivable. And in an odd way, eerily attractive to him, that something could have done it.
He flexed his hands, still the hands of a child, as had been the current incarnation he'd taken, and he willed them to change. To allow him to shift form.
If being in a new place had been a surprise to him, finding himself stripped of his power and authority was an even greater one. And this surprise was far less welcome than the first one. He restrained himself from picking up the framed picture of....himself, and whoever the strangers were within it and smashing it to the crowd. He would relieve himself of his anger, and have his retribution, but it was important he at least discover something about the current cage he'd been placed in. Without his powers, he was unfortunately vulnerable, and if there were beings who could strip him of power, who knew what else they could do? It wasn't fear that motivated him, not really, but simple caution.
It seems it would be time to explore.]
[Action - Locked to 1485 Kramden]
[Hey Aaron, feel free to notice you have a new housemate as he goes about inspecting the entire house. He leaves not a single spot untouched: the restrooms, the front room, the kitchen, and, most importantly, your room Aaron. He will head into there and just start searching without a word like no one's business.
Have fun dealing with him.]
[Action - Wandering Town]
[Being in new worlds wasn't foreign to Lucifer. Indeed, his contests with God had been waged across several worlds, across several dimensions, reality itself being the board they played on. And so, he wandered Mayfield, apparently aimlessly, by trying to tell the rules and layout of the current world.
He was somewhat surprised to find it circular, rotating in back on itself, much like the Vortex World. He wondered for a minute if it could simply be another one of the worlds that Kagatsuchi was housed in, but discarded that theory quickly: there was no sign of the life-giving moon in the sky, but the common, human world sun. This was something different.
He was disgusted with the town as a whole. Of the identical streets filled to the brim with the same houses and same fences and same mailboxes, of the storefronts that had different names but looked identical on the outside. It was disgusting conformity, in its purest form, and he keeps wandering in the hopes of finding something to break it.
After a while, he finally stops and gives a small smirk, looking up to the sky.]
Is this it, then? Your ideal world? You would like this, wouldn't you?
I suppose I could wonder how you did it, perhaps even why, in bringing me here. But in the end, it doesn't matter.
This place, too, will be brought back to its original state, to its purest form.
Perhaps you thought it was a victory, trapping me here. Soon? You'll find it a mistake.
[Phone]
[The voice over the phone is that of a young boy, around ten years old. It's polite and quick, not wasting time, and almost overly formal for his age.]
Hello. My name is Louis, and it would appear I've been trapped here, as well as everyone else. I won't ask for much: all I wish to know is where we are, why, and how, if these things are known.
I have no intention of wasting anyone else's time, and in fact wish to help. I ask then that my time is not wasted.
[Or, you know, he doesn't really care if you're entertaining enough. Go ahead.]
He flexed his hands, still the hands of a child, as had been the current incarnation he'd taken, and he willed them to change. To allow him to shift form.
If being in a new place had been a surprise to him, finding himself stripped of his power and authority was an even greater one. And this surprise was far less welcome than the first one. He restrained himself from picking up the framed picture of....himself, and whoever the strangers were within it and smashing it to the crowd. He would relieve himself of his anger, and have his retribution, but it was important he at least discover something about the current cage he'd been placed in. Without his powers, he was unfortunately vulnerable, and if there were beings who could strip him of power, who knew what else they could do? It wasn't fear that motivated him, not really, but simple caution.
It seems it would be time to explore.]
[Action - Locked to 1485 Kramden]
[Hey Aaron, feel free to notice you have a new housemate as he goes about inspecting the entire house. He leaves not a single spot untouched: the restrooms, the front room, the kitchen, and, most importantly, your room Aaron. He will head into there and just start searching without a word like no one's business.
Have fun dealing with him.]
[Action - Wandering Town]
[Being in new worlds wasn't foreign to Lucifer. Indeed, his contests with God had been waged across several worlds, across several dimensions, reality itself being the board they played on. And so, he wandered Mayfield, apparently aimlessly, by trying to tell the rules and layout of the current world.
He was somewhat surprised to find it circular, rotating in back on itself, much like the Vortex World. He wondered for a minute if it could simply be another one of the worlds that Kagatsuchi was housed in, but discarded that theory quickly: there was no sign of the life-giving moon in the sky, but the common, human world sun. This was something different.
He was disgusted with the town as a whole. Of the identical streets filled to the brim with the same houses and same fences and same mailboxes, of the storefronts that had different names but looked identical on the outside. It was disgusting conformity, in its purest form, and he keeps wandering in the hopes of finding something to break it.
After a while, he finally stops and gives a small smirk, looking up to the sky.]
Is this it, then? Your ideal world? You would like this, wouldn't you?
I suppose I could wonder how you did it, perhaps even why, in bringing me here. But in the end, it doesn't matter.
This place, too, will be brought back to its original state, to its purest form.
Perhaps you thought it was a victory, trapping me here. Soon? You'll find it a mistake.
[Phone]
[The voice over the phone is that of a young boy, around ten years old. It's polite and quick, not wasting time, and almost overly formal for his age.]
Hello. My name is Louis, and it would appear I've been trapped here, as well as everyone else. I won't ask for much: all I wish to know is where we are, why, and how, if these things are known.
I have no intention of wasting anyone else's time, and in fact wish to help. I ask then that my time is not wasted.
[Or, you know, he doesn't really care if you're entertaining enough. Go ahead.]