[He doesn't post until well after he's recovered from the grueling entry here. Oh yeah, and that nasty fight he had with Gabriel. What a wonderful day this has been.
Even so, you won't hear a drop of irritation in his tone; he's calm, smooth, warm. Inviting even.]
Hello, citizens. My name is Lucifer.
Don't be alarmed. [He looks a moment longer
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He's just watching with haunted green eyes.]
Lucifer?
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[Something he has practice with.]
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Jus' lucky I guess.
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What is your ability? [The fact he's asking implies he knows, but he's inviting some mutual disclosure here.]
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I c'n read minds, if'n I touch people. Cain't control it, hence the gloves.
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Kevin....
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[Completely steady look back.]
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[A gesture that somehow makes him seem less intimidating but more dangerous; as if he's passing himself off as human when he so clearly isn't.]
Especially not me. I might be honest, but [A small frown] I can tell when other people aren't.
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Would you have lied to your father if you had known what you could do?
I know how badly you want to be rid of this. I know exactly what you would give to take it all back, and I wish that you could. I can only imagine how terrified you were....
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My father ain't none of your concern, and I'd 'ppreciate it if'n ya didn't malign the dead. Let 'im rest in peace.
An' ya ain't got no idea. An' if'n ya readin' my mind? Well, it ain't that hard, bu' there ain't much there, either. An' ya ain't the first who has. Result o' bein' trained by a psychic.
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I'm not a psychic, Kevin. And I can help you.
Give me a chance to prove it to you.
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