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[parrygripp]

"Can You Handle Your Emotions?"

Emotions are... eh. We all have them, whether we want to or not. Some people have control over their emotions, and some people let their emotions control them. Where does your character fall on this spectrum? More importantly, what's their relationship with their emotions like? Do they bury everything deep, deep down inside, or are they the first one to cry over a sappy movie? Do they even know how they feel about what's going on inside? Pretty meta stuff.

• No blank top-levels.
• Instead, characters are to respond to the proposed question: can you handle your emotions? / are you in touch with your feelings?
• Get deep. Look within. Hear, think feel... or don't.

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[athermercy]

Well, these will fill his hunger for a while. I tried to be thorough with its dietary value.

[And seeing that emotional reaction nearly takes her aback. Not just because of the depth of the emotional agony, but because he's openly displaying it on her face. She's at a loss for words for a couple of seconds, until she admits sadly.]

I don't know. [She stays sitting by his side, one hand still stroking one of Cerberus' heads. She doesn't want to startle him with a hug, even if he does seem he really needs one.] I can tell you everything of why things happen where I come from because my Name holds it together, but I don't know your Creation at all. Your Father wouldn't know about my perspective either, just like I can't answer you about his. Or Grandfather's. Which I got partly just greatly disagreed on some crucial points. The way of how and why run things is different because we're not the same people.

[Gods. Whatever. The anti-drool umbrella that's floating aboveher head turns into a tissue; she offers it without looking at him. He can keep his illusion of pride, but Elaine doesn't think it matters when he's like that.]

But I won't say your feelings are wrong, okay? Unless they destroy you and others, nobody should admonish you because you are upset and confused.

[That's understandable. She never agrees with that greater good while trampling on unwilling people. The only one she was okay to sacrifice was herself. He's lucky she's dispelling any pressure he creates to avoid disturbing this already fragile, orphaned place.]

Don't sweat it. [Her eyes drift from the hound to Lucifer's face. Deep breaths would help a lot.] I think you needed to take it out of your chest.

[She nods, and remembers turtles carrying worlds are a common mythology theme.]

Oh, maybe---Like we have all the manners of gods and some at home. And not just from Earth, but they aren't the Creator, even if they have their own pantheon and followers. But a lot...well, they rely on people believing they exist to be like that. While, in my case, it's the other way around.

[She cringes slightly, because she knows the weight of what she's saying. Her job is to allow everyone's existence, nothing more or less.]

[fellfurthest]

[He seems to be laser focused on the dog, but he's listening, thinking, quietly.

And then the gears turn faster, and all but freeze.]

You're God's anchor.

[A whisper, a prayer, a hope beyond all measure. A light bulb epiphany. Like something has finally finally clicked. What was wrong in his gears.]

[He's FAR more awed than the words mught suggest, FAR more awed than simply thinking of her as God, or the woman who took on the job when no one else had the wherewithal to do it.]

[And he starts laughing, a different laugh then, but more jubilant than church bells, all amused, less of the psychotic manic cynical rage of his normal.]

Great, great lady.

[He takes her hand and kisses the top before holding it in both, cherishing her. He can't bring himself to kneel, definitely not bow, but he's still doing his best to be A KNIGHT OR PRINCE -- though he knows his attitude flip must really be confusing her.]

[Though he can't stop laughing almost hysterically -- cry laughing.] No wonder he wanted you to do nothing...

[He's already too all over the place, he knows, but still, the look he gives Elaine, like he's seeing her for the first time, but how she really is, not even how she thinks she is.]

You don't know, do you? How could you?

[Okay, he has to think. To translate it.]

We don't live in the material plane. We can only exist on Earth with humans to anchor us. To see us. To not so much believe, their skepticism doesn't undermine us, we still are, but by resonating with us, we're enhanced, and can reach those planes we're not otherwise an innate part of.

Dear great lady.

[Both hands behind his back, he tilts his head forward to lean to almost touching hers, with her choice to allow, or move, of course.]

You are so much more wonderful than Father, your grandfather, or any of them. As a human with a demon pact enhances our magic, you allow all versions of father to be.

You enhance creation.

[It's awed again, for more than talking to any God, Creator, Father, or... well anyone else for that matter! He's floored, almost not believing she's real, but jubilant, because clearly she IS. He doesn't want to overwhelm her, but he's so triumphant and happy, and debating punching other versions of himself who don't get TM.]

Please... my brothers, don't forget them. They're not the same elsewhere but... all of them. Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. As long as you know and always remember their names.... [Then they're saved. They won't be destroyed. They can't be, by anything. A fragment he can find and piece out of the void will always be.] Just please try. [He wants to do anything she could ever want. He almost manically laughs again, but keeps it inside, because his Father would never explain anything ever to him just so Lucifer could make his own choices. "I get it now. Just this one joke."]

You can't directly --- do things. You must work within others' hearts. That is your limitation.

But you are so much more important than any God could ever be. You make him important. I don't know how to explain it better. "Anchor" seems a bit rude, is there something you'd prefer better?