002 | [ voice; ]
[ You may hear the ocean in the background. ]
--No, not yet.
[ And then, Lucifer turns his attention back to the NV. ]
The act of remembrance, I find, is a straight-forward, fundamental process. We are taught from conception that the remnants of our forefathers are intrinsic to the development of our future selves, and take this supposition as law well into the twilight of our formative years. Fathers unburden themselves by passing their failures on to their sons, and mothers raises their daughters to be everything they never were or could be.
[ He seems to be regarding something for a moment. ]
Legacies are fickle, transient; the concept of akin to a quiet beach that everyone remembers differently. I came to Siren's Port with the intent to create something wholly my own, and now, when I return, I come to find that this sole creation of mine no longer bears my mark.
[ A small amount of humor enters his voice. ]
Whether you think it irony or coincidence, the Devil has been made to pay his due.
[ A quiet chuckle. ]
Though I've yet to settle on the location of the newest incarnation of the Lux, I believe that any enterprise requires a soul before a body can be made to house it; thus, it is my utmost pleasure to inform the lot of you that the Lux is now hiring. Experience is not required, but favorable.
[ And then, almost as an afterthought: ]
--Beings of angelic or demonic heritage need not apply.
[ ooc | woah, sorry for disappearing last night! I was abducted for a friend's birthday party, but I'm definitely going to be around to tag this weekend. ]
--No, not yet.
[ And then, Lucifer turns his attention back to the NV. ]
The act of remembrance, I find, is a straight-forward, fundamental process. We are taught from conception that the remnants of our forefathers are intrinsic to the development of our future selves, and take this supposition as law well into the twilight of our formative years. Fathers unburden themselves by passing their failures on to their sons, and mothers raises their daughters to be everything they never were or could be.
[ He seems to be regarding something for a moment. ]
Legacies are fickle, transient; the concept of akin to a quiet beach that everyone remembers differently. I came to Siren's Port with the intent to create something wholly my own, and now, when I return, I come to find that this sole creation of mine no longer bears my mark.
[ A small amount of humor enters his voice. ]
Whether you think it irony or coincidence, the Devil has been made to pay his due.
[ A quiet chuckle. ]
Though I've yet to settle on the location of the newest incarnation of the Lux, I believe that any enterprise requires a soul before a body can be made to house it; thus, it is my utmost pleasure to inform the lot of you that the Lux is now hiring. Experience is not required, but favorable.
[ And then, almost as an afterthought: ]
--Beings of angelic or demonic heritage need not apply.
[ ooc | woah, sorry for disappearing last night! I was abducted for a friend's birthday party, but I'm definitely going to be around to tag this weekend. ]