<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It seemed that his revelation about the sheer number of dialects present on Earth had had the desired effect; if her reaction to his second language - which was what he assumed the greedy, aggressive edge to that kiss had been about - was anything to go by, learning new tongues and dialects was of great importance to her. It made sense, he supposed; a traveller from the stars would likely want to know as many different languages as possible, and he'd known Mortals with far more strange and eclectic tastes than simply wanting to be able to speak to more people. It was admirable, in a way; she wanted to pursue greater knowledge, she wanted to have a better understanding of the peoples populating the universe, so she got excited when she suddenly had access to information that she hadn't known existed beforehand. Many Mortals wasted their time on far more banal subjects and ambitions, so it was refreshing to meet one who wanted to improve their understanding of the universe. Ok, so, perhaps languages wasn't the best use of her time - they would all die out eventually, becoming useless and lost to the mists of time - but it wasn't like he could really say anything about that.<br/><br/>After all, many Mortals would simply not live long enough to see their languages burn out and die, and more to the point, it would be rather hypocritical of him to look down on somebody elses thirst for knowledge that he deemed useless. After all, had he not himself gone through a phase where he'd travelled the universe deliberately picking up as many languages as he could? Not for any real reason, it was just...something to do, to alleviate the boredom. Immortality did get a little dry at times, after all, and what was it they said to do with excess free time? Try to learn a new skill? Well...perhaps he'd gone a little overboard with it, but he'd wondered how it would feel to learn a few languages without relying on his Cosmic Awareness to facilitate a faster transfer of information, so he'd had a few hundred years where he'd switched it off to try learning the old fashioned way. Of course, he eventually got bored and switched it back on to learn the rest of the languages on his list as quickly as possible, but the point was, he could not exactly criticise her for being eager to learn new things when he himself had had those phases too, now could he? And regardless of what it was, the desire for new knowledge and skills? That was an admirable trait for a mortal. At least she was doing something vaguely useful with her time, unlike the vast majority of humans.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, she seemed to be more than willing to entertain some more "touch transfers," and of course...well, he was not going to complain either. She was by far the most attractive mortal he'd ever happened to lay eyes on, and he was not so aloof and jaded that he could not appreciate the finer things in life. Whilst many other angels - Duma and Michael, primarily - saw themselves as "better" than their base impulses, Lucifer saw no reason not to embrace those more material pleasures. Life was made to be enjoyed, after all, and what could be better than fine wine and even finer women? And even if he never got to experience the more carnal aspects of mortal delights with her, he would happily enjoy the odd tongue-wrestle with her to alleviate the boredom and provide a more pleasurable distraction. There was nothing wrong with living in the moment, and for all of his disagreements with his father, he had to hand it to the old bastard...he'd definitely been having a good day when he'd thought of sex. Yes yes, it was necessary for most living beings to propogate, but he hadn't needed to make it as<em>fun</em>as he did, now did he? And yet, he had, and Lucifer was not going to deny that even he enjoyed...what was it the humans said? "Getting Laid?" Such a crass term. Honestly, maybe that was why he liked it. A crass term for a crass, primal act. No prettying it up, not dressing it in gold and silks. It was what it was, and he appreciated that kind of honesty.<br/><br/>He simply watched her with open amusement as she leaned in closer to his lips, lifting his chin a little to look down over his nose at her. It wasn't a condescending look, or a scornful one; it was merely a curious look of bemusement, a small, playful smirk that told her that he knew what she was trying to do, and that for whatever else you could say about him, he wasn't about to fall to pieces at a pretty face. His lips traced against hers ever so lightly as he did so, but he did not close the distance or try to capture her in another kiss; he was not so weak as that, and it would be a good idea to show her that he was capable of rebuffing and resisting her if he so desired. Attractive women were usually used to men falling over themselves to please them, to the point that it usually got boring for them; it was why attractive women always ended up going for assholes at least once in their life. They wanted somebody to challenge them, to give them some difficulty, to give them some kind of change of pace from the men who always ended up giving them everything they wanted. It was a phase that most women grew out of, of course, but just a hint of that confidence - that self-assurance that told them that you were not a push over, and that they were not about to manipulate you or get a rise from you - was going to get them more interested than simply swooning over them like Styrofoam in the wind.<br/><br/>He simply smirked and let out another wry little chuckle.<strong>"I look forward to helping you study some more,"</strong>he mused airily, before allowing her to step backwards a fraction. His hands stayed on her waist - she was making no move to remove them, and he was not about to take them away before he had to; it seemed that their conversation was a flirtatious one, and if she enjoyed the touch of his fingers on her (rapidly heating up) skin, then who was he to disappoint her? He might have been immortal, but he was also the devil, and he liked to push his luck and see where it got him. On this occasion...well, it seemed that she was amenable to the contact, if the smile on her graceful, plush lips and the sparkling, dancing mirth in her gorgeous green eyes was anything to go by. Speaking of her eyes, of course, he had to admit that they were gorgeous; solid blocks of brilliant emerald green, far more interesting than the bland, tiny things the humans had, which seemed to be only one way in which this visitor from the stars was just objectively superior. She was going to be sorely disappointed when she learned that she was one of the most capable, interesting things on this backwater planet, he could say that right now.<br/><br/>Humans were just so...fragile and uninspired. They were weak, slow, primitive, tribalistic and aggressive to the extreme, especially towards things they didn't understand. They were content with ignorance and apathy, the vast majority of the population more concerned with their own pithy, banal existences than any of the wider questions of the universe. They had their interesting moments, but they were few and far between, and usually only occurred when somebody far more vibrant and<em>relevant</em>entered their lives. For example, for many humans, meeting somebody like this radiant sun-stroked beauty? That would be the highlight of their entire worthless lives. How pathetic was that? Apparently, this young womans species was born with the ability to learn new languages at a touch, had technology far more advanced than humans, had some degree of flight and were far, far more physically appealing than the pasty pink and charcoal black that humans came in. Honestly, most of the colours got boring after a while, though more interesting caramel and yellow-ish colours existed. He laughed perhaps a little scornfully, though the scorn was not directed at her; rather, at the human race as a whole.<br/><br/>He didn't get a chance to elaborate, however, as she soon pulled away - turning her body in such a way as to provoke his hands into wander, which they did with devilish glee; she turned and he allowed his hands to drag over her waist and even brush over the top of her thigh before falling down - and drifted back up to her ship, presumably to fetch something; he lifted his eyebrow, and took a glance around as she left. The crash was bound to have attracted attention, and whilst Lux's car park was surrounded by an extension of his power that kept unusual things from being detected from the outside, there had still been a minor tremor and he could almost guarantee that emergency services would be reaching the area soon. Frankly, it was a wonder they hadn't arrived already. He sighed, and extended his Will; after a moment of concentration, his eyes glowed red once more, a bright, dark crimson colour lighting his irises with a dull demonic energy as he extended his power to follow the touch of his Will. He grit his teeth a little - this was difficult for him, in his weakened state, as much as he hated to admit it - as Reality<em>resisted...</em>then snapped into place.<br/><br/>An image of a perfectly normal stretch of ground shimmered into existence from the outskirts of Lux's car park, complete with a closed gate that Emergency Services would have to drive around. If they attempted to enter, they would find the gate locked, and any kind of test would not pick up either him, the woman or the spaceship. He would have to deal with the ship soon, but that would buy them some time to explain to the young woman what they had to do in order to keep the military away from her arrival. What she did afterwards was up to her, but it was a better idea that the Earth governments not attempt to take her away to a secret lab. Humans were ignorant and violent on their best days, and seeing a woman as radiant as a supernova locked away in a hole in the ground rather than being allowed to fly free? That was a crime that he would be more than happy to prevent rather than punish. His eyes returned to normal just as she returned, floating down from her ship carrying...something...that was glowing. A plant, it looked like, though no plant that he'd ever seen. Though the plant was glowing, it was nowhere near as bright or vibrant as her hair as she flew through the air, the corntrails lighting up the sky as she passed.<br/><br/>But despite that...the plant was beautiful in its own way, and he reached out to take it from her slowly and carefully. A plant as beautiful as this - as luminescent and bright, sparkling with a glow that radiated from its crisscrossing veins - deserved to be looked after, after all, and better him than some ignorant human bumpkin who would try to sell it on Ebay. He inclined his head and bent just a little at the waist as he accepted the trade, lifting an eyebrow once more.<strong>"Earth has a worldwide information network known as 'The Internet,'"</strong>he replied,<strong>"Though it is likely exceptionally primitive by most galactic standards. You can access it via a number of devices, the most common being a phone or a computer."</strong>He shifted the plant into one hand, balancing it easily despite the weight as he reached into his pocket and slipped out his phone. He held it up for her to see.<strong>"I would be happy to show you how it works, though I believe that would work best in a more...private, <em>intimate</em> setting."</strong>He gave her another small smirk and a playful wink.<strong>"But I should warn you. As devilishly charming as <em>I</em> am, I'm afraid you might be disappointed to learn that I am exceptionally atypical of Earth."</strong>Again...that was a hell of an understatement. He liked to pride himself on being rather atypical of life<em>in general.</em><br/><br/>He continued.<strong>"Humans are painfully primitive in a great deal of ways. Whilst I was born with a <em>great</em> many things that I would be <em>more</em> than willing to demonstrate on-"</strong>A flicker of mischief entered his eye, then, with a teasing, almost taunting tilt of his eyebrow,<strong>"-that is, <em>for</em> you...alas, you will find that <em>humans</em> are far more dull in their natures."</strong>He slipped his phone back into his pocket.<strong>"I can provide you with a phone in exchange for this beautiful specimen, of course,"</strong>He gestured to the plant; deals were kind of his forte, but in exchange for a phone, he was not about to haggle; an alien plant that he'd never seen before? That was<em>extremely</em>interesting and amusing, and if there was one way to butter him up, it was to keep him amused.<strong>"But that will have to wait. Human authorities will be arriving to investigate your arrival soon, and governments have a tendency to take what is not theirs. We should send your ship into orbit before they find it."</strong>He took a step backwards, away from the crater in the ground.<strong>"Are you able extract it yourself, or do you require my assistance?"</strong>He gestured to the ship embedded into the cracked earth.<strong>"I can help rather extensively...for a modest, easily negotiable price, of course."</strong>He glanced at her with yet another smirk, indicating that he was not talking about credits. Much like her plant, he was talking about an<em>exchange.</em>And given everything...well.<em>Now</em>was the time to bargain. He never did anything for free, after all, and he had a feeling that this fascinating young woman was going to be an endless source of amusement in the near future...and if he could extract a promise or two from her, then he was going to take full advantage. He could think of a few things he wanted from her, so he would be a fool not to barter...<em>non?</em>