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sixthiterationlogs2019-03-10 08:32 pm
sonofthedawn) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2019-03-10 08:32 pm
if you're gonna wanna fly, you gonna have to crash
WHO: Lucifer Morningstar
WHERE: Near the river
WHEN: March 10
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Geese on Man violence
WHERE: Near the river
WHEN: March 10
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Geese on Man violence
He's found the interesting little vending machine during one of his sojourns out and about.
It's a pretty little thing, but it is interesting that of all the powers within it, not a single one appears to be his. It's only further evidence to him that Dad doesn't want him to have proper fun, though at least he can have some sort of a good time. It's also a shame no one thought to stock the vending machine with at least one row of Twinkies. If you're going to have the technology, you might as well best use it.
He's whistling and chipper as he selects rapid regenerative healing and makes a note to come back for some of the other extremely helpful powers that are on display. Once he's pressed the button, he now needs to make the more important discovery and see if it's worked.
No time like the present.
He recalls seeing the geese-like animals near some of the bodies of water, which is perfect. It's not so large that if this healing hasn't kicked in, he'll be dead, but he also knows that geese at home are vicious enough that he'll have quick success if he does this right. It's not far before he finds some milling about the river, looking fretfully calm. If Lucifer has a talent (of which he has many, but this is paramount), it's being able to annoy something into a rage.
"Come on, then!" he demands, shouting loudly and splashing them with water, getting right into their little fiendish faces to agitate them. "I know you're Dad's least favourite creatures," he taunts. "Come and do something about it, will you?" He's ever closer, making loud noises against each of their squawks, and eventually, enough noise, flapping of his arms, and splashing does the trick.
The nearest one lunges for him with an intent to bite and bite it does, sinking its teeth into Lucifer's skin. He lets out a howl of surprise, tinged with delight, and steps back to see if that will do the trick, looking at the punctured skin with eager fascination.
To anyone looking in from the outside, maybe they would think that he's lost his mind, but Lucifer might just have a way to get part of his powers back and he's thrumming with the excitement of it, staring at his arm like it's treasure and not just a nasty goose bite.
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Some days in the settlement were a bit easier to take than others and that day was turning out to be one of the latter. But now there's a curiosity taking over and before John can think about how crazy this will make him look, he slowly approaches, planning to make it feel cornered while the goose starts honking in warning.
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As vicious as the creatures are, it wouldn't be very brave, would it? "That's it," he encourages. "Come at me!" he shouts, ready to see what they'll do. "Do your worst!"
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Once the large bird finally feels his only option left is to attack, he charges the rest of the way towards him, flapping wings and getting ready to peck and bite.
This guy was nuts.
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The goose isn't exactly what he'd normally go for, but it seems like a better idea than asking this very frightening man to hurt him. At least until the bite happens, and then it's, "Fuck me!" as loudly as the horizon can hear.
Because that still hurt. His invulnerability never let him hurt before.