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meaculpable and grenadeball
WHERE: The Lux
WHEN: May 13th, 12am
WARNINGS: UST. Tank Girl's mouth.
SUMMARY: After their joust above the city, Tank and Lucifer retire to the Lux to divvy up their winnings.
FORMAT: Awkwapara, aka Paragraph.
The day's events, while atypical, had done nothing to raise Lucifer's spirits. While it was true that he did quite enjoy the "Games" he and Tank had devised to try and best each other at, too many things weighed too heavily on his mind for him to sit back, relax, and enjoy them for what they were. As they had been dog-fighting earlier, all the Morningstar could pay heed to was the existence of the Lion of God, on how Desire had retreated into the Threshold without warning or foreseeable cause, and how humankind HAD yet again dealt itself another violent blow without needing to be coerced into doing so.
It was all so very trite and tiring, at this point. There were so many games, so many individuals crowing on and on about heroics and what it meant to be a "hero," when all they did was follow their base, human instinct to quickly forget. To quickly brush away pain and move on to the next tragedy. Their propensity to keep moving forward without ever looking back made it very hard for Lucifer to not resent them, let alone come anywhere near tolerating their antics. They were like gnats to him, each of them buzzing about with their dreary, predictable lives until the entire city became a swarm of sameness, of repetition. That's all this latest tragedy was -- another act in a play whose architect had long since forgotten its point.
At least the bar was quiet.
Outside of Tank cleaning herself up in the bathroom -- he assumed, as he had asked to do so upon entering -- not a soul graced the Lux tonight, leaving the spacious establishment rather desolate. Lucifer sat at the bar in the meanwhile and wondered what she would ask, without an audience to revel in her natural brand of absurdity.
It would be something interesting, at the very least.
meaculpable and grenadeball WHERE: The Lux
WHEN: May 13th, 12am
WARNINGS: UST. Tank Girl's mouth.
SUMMARY: After their joust above the city, Tank and Lucifer retire to the Lux to divvy up their winnings.
FORMAT: Awkwapara, aka Paragraph.
The day's events, while atypical, had done nothing to raise Lucifer's spirits. While it was true that he did quite enjoy the "Games" he and Tank had devised to try and best each other at, too many things weighed too heavily on his mind for him to sit back, relax, and enjoy them for what they were. As they had been dog-fighting earlier, all the Morningstar could pay heed to was the existence of the Lion of God, on how Desire had retreated into the Threshold without warning or foreseeable cause, and how humankind HAD yet again dealt itself another violent blow without needing to be coerced into doing so.
It was all so very trite and tiring, at this point. There were so many games, so many individuals crowing on and on about heroics and what it meant to be a "hero," when all they did was follow their base, human instinct to quickly forget. To quickly brush away pain and move on to the next tragedy. Their propensity to keep moving forward without ever looking back made it very hard for Lucifer to not resent them, let alone come anywhere near tolerating their antics. They were like gnats to him, each of them buzzing about with their dreary, predictable lives until the entire city became a swarm of sameness, of repetition. That's all this latest tragedy was -- another act in a play whose architect had long since forgotten its point.
At least the bar was quiet.
Outside of Tank cleaning herself up in the bathroom -- he assumed, as he had asked to do so upon entering -- not a soul graced the Lux tonight, leaving the spacious establishment rather desolate. Lucifer sat at the bar in the meanwhile and wondered what she would ask, without an audience to revel in her natural brand of absurdity.
It would be something interesting, at the very least.
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"By your leave."
As she walked away, the Morningstar decided, quite confidently, that he rather enjoyed watching Tank go.
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Put on her 'I'm gonna be a huge jerk and you're gonna love it' face.
"I should go chat up Del. Told her I was gonna learn a good secret, y'know?"
Back to laughing wildly.
And right out the door.
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