{ 1st }
[ someone's struggling with their communicator. static takes up the connection more than not, and the brief flashes where it clears up shows blue and gold. finally the person on the other end seems to get it to settle, revealing a rather unimpressive looking blond man with a bit of a skin condition. he's set the device up across from him somewhere and he leans back, fingers laced and hands in his lap as he studies the thing for a bit, curiously, before he speaks. ]
Well. Isn't this quaint. Like Pestilence's own disgusting little petri dish. [ he smiles, but it's obvious to tell he's not exactly happy. ] I would say it could be worse, except that would be a lie and I'm not in the business of such things. But as long as I'm stuck here I suppose I might as well be polite.
[ he grins now, an almost charming expression, which makes what he says next a little more surreal. ]
Hello Icarus, I'm Lucifer. Won't you tell me your name?
Well. Isn't this quaint. Like Pestilence's own disgusting little petri dish. [ he smiles, but it's obvious to tell he's not exactly happy. ] I would say it could be worse, except that would be a lie and I'm not in the business of such things. But as long as I'm stuck here I suppose I might as well be polite.
[ he grins now, an almost charming expression, which makes what he says next a little more surreal. ]
Hello Icarus, I'm Lucifer. Won't you tell me your name?