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[Lucifer will just be sitting up on a roof. An extremely burned out, unstable partial roof. He's holding what looks like a violin, except he doesn't have the bow. And also he's playing that poor violin like a ukulele.]

I just want to say, all of this...? Not my fault.

[He pauses strumming a moment] Even when I had you all chasing your tails, I didn't leave things like...this. But I've always said, no one can take a post-apocalyptic waste and make it worse like a human can. Bravo, you clever little apes. Look at your world. That's all you.

Where was I...oh, right. [Back to strumming.]



[ooc: Still hiatused. But this event :3 Anywho, Ami has Lucifer's leash, so he was helping out wherever Cas sent him. You know. Probably covertly.]

[The PCD is lying against the wall nearby, so it doesn't catch much of Lucifer. Just that he's sitting--looking almost as contemplative as a yogi--on charred floorboards of the beautiful (if neglected) Chateau.

It the PCD had been just a little higher it might have been clear that the scorch marks are exact impressions of feathers. But no, it just looks as if there's been a fire recently. His hands are smudged black with the ashes.

Eventually, the video times out without him even noticing it's on.]

[Lucifer doesn't look nearly as livid as he actually is. In fact he looks calm, and lazy, just strolling along the streets at dusk as he often does.]

Answer me this, my fellow captives. Do you believe in magic?

[If Lucifer has been having 'dreams' it's hard to say. He's not in the Chateau for once, or the streets. It's hard to say where, exactly, he is; the wall is featureless behind him.]

As difficult as it is to call this a vacation spot, I thought it was important to find a way to take time off. So here I am, and there you all are.

[More he could say? More he wants to say? Probably, but he just cuts the feed there.]

How many of you still celebrate those little holidays from back home?


[PRIVATE TO CASTIEL]

I sent someone your way. I don't know that she made it, but just in case you end up with an orphan at your door, it's best to let her in.

[This is Lucifer's PCD. The angel is whistling something ("Home Again"?)

He passes graves with Enochian symbols on them--some of them, however, are in human languages. Like the faded one with Rhode's name on it.]

I wonder what the graves are filled with, if not the bodies? Especially since, let's be honest, no one would bury any of my siblings.

You know, it's really true what they say. You don't know a man till you've walked a mile in his shoes. [The voice is familiar: British, gentle. Allen's. If you didn't know to look at the name signature you would never know it was Lucifer.

The PCD pans down to show Allen's shoes.]

I figure I've got, oh, a few hundred more feet to go before this feels right as home.


[Following a lot of plotting, Lucifer's now part-time resident of Allen Walker's body. Therefore all replies will have Allen icons and be made with abrotherlikeyou courtesy of my darling Amy/Raphael-mun~ ]

[Lucifer is out and about. When he passes a child he hands it a stuffed toy. There are a few other seemingly random good acts: an extra tool, perhaps, or just a smile.

And then the smile shifts a little as he looks at the PCD.]

Witness the banality of kindness.

I was just kidding. [Elsewhere, offscreen, of course all the gifts are gone.] Now, tell me honestly, how would your lives be if I was really like that?