Ryax
Star
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2012
- Location
- Northern Europe
Lucifer laughed contently, he knew this already. On top of symbolically enjoying his semi-pretend last free time with Wrath, he was also trying to enjoy it as much as possible because he knew that the skies would rain down on him in the name of Thorne. As Wrath enlightened him again to the fact, Lucifer frowned momentarily before turning up the knob on his happiness again. "Probably, perhaps I'll find a way to save them somehow.", he parted slyly as he smirked thoughtfully for himself, trying to save his hide while enjoying the moment at the same time.
"Awww..", Lucifer voiced sadly as he couldn't touch the fluffy dragon anymore, almost pouting just to emphasize his discontent over not getting to poke the fluffy prize. Feeling the nudge, Lucifer thoughtfully turned to Wrath's festive interest, his smile showing again with delight. "Well, good enough for a carnival at the very least!", he voiced excitedly as he went over to the shooting stand, taking a moment to watch what the kids were aiming for, quickly deducing that their aim was terrible and that he had to show them how it's done. Multiple targets were aligned along the wall, both stationary and moving ones.
Leaving some money on the counter, not really caring about the cost so he probably overpaid the sum as the man stared at him strangely, Lucifer picked up one of the guns and tried to aim, groaning over the difficulty to aim with such inferior projectile weaponry the humans possessed. "How do you even wage war with things like this?", he questioned the shop keep with a mutter as he tried to aim. "To hell with this!", he exclaimed as he stopped aiming, simply holding his arm out in a straight sideways stance and shooting down his own feel of the sights. Firing off a couple of rounds he had already hit half of the targets, both the kids and their parents gazing with open jaws and awe like stares. Lucifer quickly picked off the rest of the targets, hitting the right in their critical spots as any good shooter would. Grinning, he put down the rifle and pointed at the dog, "Dog!", he exclaimed with his temporary ruling over the prize rack. The shop keep was also in awe, wondering what the hell had he just witnessed, but quickly scurried away to fetch the dog as promised by the rules of his stand, not wanting to oppose the sharpshooting stranger.
Snickering as he took the dog, putting in on his shoulder as he simply walked away, leaving everyone behind in awe. "Well, that was fun, albeit way to damn quick.", he playfully admitted while strolling around the carnival with Wrath a bit, just enjoying the sights before they had to move along. "I think we should bring some good beer to the beach, I mean, we're gong to need something to drink if we're going to eat. 'What's better then a cold brew while watching the sun go down?'", he voiced, trying to remember and quote a commercial he had seen once a long time ago on a surface TV. "Speaking of that, think we should go catch our dinner soon? We can't be found without all our preparations done or we're really in deep trouble.", he said with a grin, anticipating, expecting and somehow still excited about how their women will react to their evening setup for them.
"Awww..", Lucifer voiced sadly as he couldn't touch the fluffy dragon anymore, almost pouting just to emphasize his discontent over not getting to poke the fluffy prize. Feeling the nudge, Lucifer thoughtfully turned to Wrath's festive interest, his smile showing again with delight. "Well, good enough for a carnival at the very least!", he voiced excitedly as he went over to the shooting stand, taking a moment to watch what the kids were aiming for, quickly deducing that their aim was terrible and that he had to show them how it's done. Multiple targets were aligned along the wall, both stationary and moving ones.
Leaving some money on the counter, not really caring about the cost so he probably overpaid the sum as the man stared at him strangely, Lucifer picked up one of the guns and tried to aim, groaning over the difficulty to aim with such inferior projectile weaponry the humans possessed. "How do you even wage war with things like this?", he questioned the shop keep with a mutter as he tried to aim. "To hell with this!", he exclaimed as he stopped aiming, simply holding his arm out in a straight sideways stance and shooting down his own feel of the sights. Firing off a couple of rounds he had already hit half of the targets, both the kids and their parents gazing with open jaws and awe like stares. Lucifer quickly picked off the rest of the targets, hitting the right in their critical spots as any good shooter would. Grinning, he put down the rifle and pointed at the dog, "Dog!", he exclaimed with his temporary ruling over the prize rack. The shop keep was also in awe, wondering what the hell had he just witnessed, but quickly scurried away to fetch the dog as promised by the rules of his stand, not wanting to oppose the sharpshooting stranger.
Snickering as he took the dog, putting in on his shoulder as he simply walked away, leaving everyone behind in awe. "Well, that was fun, albeit way to damn quick.", he playfully admitted while strolling around the carnival with Wrath a bit, just enjoying the sights before they had to move along. "I think we should bring some good beer to the beach, I mean, we're gong to need something to drink if we're going to eat. 'What's better then a cold brew while watching the sun go down?'", he voiced, trying to remember and quote a commercial he had seen once a long time ago on a surface TV. "Speaking of that, think we should go catch our dinner soon? We can't be found without all our preparations done or we're really in deep trouble.", he said with a grin, anticipating, expecting and somehow still excited about how their women will react to their evening setup for them.