inbox: abraxas

[stations]

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[thedevilwhorose]

[stations]

[thedevilwhorose]

So what was up with Rita?

[don't ask how and when he learned the name, whether or not it was in the future or from Kyle or from Future Kyle or Present Kyle who tf knows]

[stations]

I KNEW IT

( HE FELT THE VIBES )

I mean
What about Rita?

[thedevilwhorose]

[YEAH YOU DUMBSHIT WHY WOULD HE LET JACK TOWNSEND EVER GET THE LAST WORD]

She was way cooler than you, for one.

And a dragon. Briefly.

[stations]

Oh.
Yeah, she's always like that.
I mean, back home she is. Here, it's like she's back in her pre-evolution state, which is weird.

1/2

[thedevilwhorose]

H

2/2

[thedevilwhorose]

How?

[stations]

How what

[thedevilwhorose]

How did a regular raccoon end up with a pre-evolution form of a dragon in your world before Abraxas and how did she even end up here?

[stations]

It's a long story, she basically ate this glowing cocoon by the dumpster and

Look

I'm not sure at what point I gave you the impression that I understand biology on a level even remotely competent enough to explain it to you, but I can assure you I don't. My world's fucking weird and so am I, I manifest things sometimes, I don't know what to tell you.

[thedevilwhorose]

True, though you could've been a closeted case.

[of biology expert, but he clearly left that part out]

You've explained the odd mechanics of your world in the past so I shouldn't be taken aback by my continued surprise.

[compliment???????????????? probably not]

I guess a transforming raccoon is more useful than a worm-on-a-string.

[stations]

I'm not really a closeted anything guy.

Also, don't diss worm on a string. Those things are sacred. They kept some of us sane in the Pit.

[thedevilwhorose]

[he should probably give into Jack's Will and stop talking to the tragic headcase but]

Relax I didn't burn mine or anything.

[stations]

Wait, when did you get one? Did I give you one?

( In his defense, he was pretty fucked up at the time. His memory's spotty enough without recovering from Pit Hallucinogens. )

[thedevilwhorose]

Unfortunately you did.

[and Lucifer has a tendency to keep the things he's given even if it's by people that hate him because frankly he doesn't have a lot of stuff or a lot of people that give him things]

[stations]

Well give it back
You don't deserve worm on a string

[thedevilwhorose]

That requires you being in my presence. I'm not handing it off to a neutral party.

[stations]

Fine! I'll come get it

[thedevilwhorose]

[IS HE REALLY WHAT COME ON

this is what happens when he's needling people, clearly]

Whatever I'll believe it when I see it I'm in the gardens.

[WORKING. god.]

[stations]

Well get ready to believe it! And also see it! I mean, the seeing part first, and then as a result, the believing part.

Whatever, I'm coming.

( And, ten minutes later, along comes a Very Defiant Jack, searching the gardens furiously until he sets eyes on Lucifer.

And points!! Emphatically!! )

You! Give me back my worm!

[thedevilwhorose]

[Rude that means Jack did, eventually, with a lot of work, get the last word in for that round, anyway.

Lucifer is folded up in the middle of quite a lot of destroyed plants from the storms and extracting the damaged, unsalvageable parts while trying to right the rest that might be able to recover.]

I think the cat ran off with it.

[The Cat Did Not.]

[stations]

( At some point he's going to think about how weird it is that Lucifer of all people is Thorne's resident gardener. That he's good with plants.

While that may be the case, he absolutely refuses to believe his person is good with living creatures. )

What cat?! There is no reality where you can convince me there's a cat. Give it back. Worms are for friends- or, at the very least, reluctant allies. Not--

( Emphatic gesture between the two of them — whatever they are. Annoying enemies. Annoyemies. )

[thedevilwhorose]

[Truly it is the funniest joke that Lucifer has leaned into. It has been... well, perhaps a good year now that he's worked at learning these plants.

And he's grown to like the work. Here, and what he tended in the Nether of the future, and now his Horizon domain.

So it's a tragedy that the storm cut through.

He ignores Jack's spluttering and puts a hand to his check in mock-horror.] You do the Duchess a disservice.

[stations]

Who? ( He starts, but before Lucifer can even think to answer, he's already waving his hands around in the air like he's swatting away a bunch of annoying bees. ) No, never mind, it doesn't matter. Stop- trying to distract me, just fork it over!

( Grabby hands!! )