[Yellow leaves. Lute is certain these weren't here the last time she ventured down to the garden. Falling into a giant pile of leaves is possibly the most undignified thing she's done since she arrived here, but she manages to pick herself up quickly, brushing down her clothes. She isn't wearing her mask; it gets left up in her room half the time now. There are times to hide her face, and times it doesn't matter. The weight of her losses is still heavy on her, but Lute's getting better at concealing it all. Michael insisted she have all her injuries properly treated, and that helped. There's still nothing to be done about that empty left sleeve. Her arm is gone.
It'll grow back, she tells herself, even if she can't know if that's true here. Then sometimes she thinks she deserves all this. Dwells on her failures. The futility of that is very evident to her, but grief sometimes defies good sense.
Stepping out from the leaf pile, Lute should feel annoyed. She doesn't. She feels lighter. The effect on her is mild; she's not going to be effusively joyful or love her enemies, but it's as if a dark cloud has lifted and she can see a brighter future. She'll be nicer. Mostly.
She waves at the person nearest to her, and smiles.]
Hell
[Going to Hell is a bad idea. Even if it isn't the Hell she knows, even if the demons aren't all real. Lute knows it's a bad idea, but she's in an impulsive and reckless mood. Frustrated. Angry at Hell. Angry at herself. (She has good days and bad days, that's how it goes now.)
She'll try to enlist the help of a fellow angel, someone to venture down with her, but if that fails, she's going alone. Full Exorcist gear, carrying a sword. This is also probably a bad idea, but it's the only security she has, and she just needs to get to the bottom of that elevator and see for herself that it isn't the Hell she's familiar with.
It feels like the longest descent ever. Finally the doors open. She looks out.]
It's true. Brand new Hell.
[To match the new Heaven. She'd had to see for herself. It's still close enough to bring the unpleasant memories to the forefront of her mind, and she decides there's no point in staying.
At that very moment, several skeletons burst from the ground. Does this tear up the floor? Yes. Do the skeletons care? No. Serves you right for building on their burial ground, Hell. The imps will have to fix it later. These skeletons seem indiscriminately angry, and they're armed. One of them is now in the elevator. Lute leaps into action, slicing at it with her sword. Her skills are beyond question, honed over countless years - but she's still weakened, and fighting with one arm alters her balance in ways she hasn't learned to compensate for.
This is skeleton chaos. If you're her ally in the elevator, you're probably getting attacked. If you're passing by, the skeletons will attack you too. You'd never choose to team up with a scary-looking masked angel? Too bad, looks like it's happening if you both want to get out unscathed.]
Wildcard
[Meet her in Heaven, text her, plot something totally different with me.]
[OOC: Lute again! She was on the last TDM so I'm playing that she's been around for a short time already and the threads there are canon for her. If these prompts don't grab you, the others are still open. Canon point is end of season 1 and I have relevant headcanons in her journal if you're interested. Please check her permissions before you dive in with negative CR (yes, she deserves it, I'm up for it if wanted, but I've got a couple of caveats to make sure it's fun for me too). Positive crosscanon interactions also dearly loved.]
Lute | Hazbin Hotel | Heaven | OTA
[Yellow leaves. Lute is certain these weren't here the last time she ventured down to the garden. Falling into a giant pile of leaves is possibly the most undignified thing she's done since she arrived here, but she manages to pick herself up quickly, brushing down her clothes. She isn't wearing her mask; it gets left up in her room half the time now. There are times to hide her face, and times it doesn't matter. The weight of her losses is still heavy on her, but Lute's getting better at concealing it all. Michael insisted she have all her injuries properly treated, and that helped. There's still nothing to be done about that empty left sleeve. Her arm is gone.
It'll grow back, she tells herself, even if she can't know if that's true here. Then sometimes she thinks she deserves all this. Dwells on her failures. The futility of that is very evident to her, but grief sometimes defies good sense.
Stepping out from the leaf pile, Lute should feel annoyed. She doesn't. She feels lighter. The effect on her is mild; she's not going to be effusively joyful or love her enemies, but it's as if a dark cloud has lifted and she can see a brighter future. She'll be nicer. Mostly.
She waves at the person nearest to her, and smiles.]
Hell
[Going to Hell is a bad idea. Even if it isn't the Hell she knows, even if the demons aren't all real. Lute knows it's a bad idea, but she's in an impulsive and reckless mood. Frustrated. Angry at Hell. Angry at herself. (She has good days and bad days, that's how it goes now.)
She'll try to enlist the help of a fellow angel, someone to venture down with her, but if that fails, she's going alone. Full Exorcist gear, carrying a sword. This is also probably a bad idea, but it's the only security she has, and she just needs to get to the bottom of that elevator and see for herself that it isn't the Hell she's familiar with.
It feels like the longest descent ever. Finally the doors open. She looks out.]
It's true. Brand new Hell.
[To match the new Heaven. She'd had to see for herself. It's still close enough to bring the unpleasant memories to the forefront of her mind, and she decides there's no point in staying.
At that very moment, several skeletons burst from the ground. Does this tear up the floor? Yes. Do the skeletons care? No. Serves you right for building on their burial ground, Hell. The imps will have to fix it later. These skeletons seem indiscriminately angry, and they're armed. One of them is now in the elevator. Lute leaps into action, slicing at it with her sword. Her skills are beyond question, honed over countless years - but she's still weakened, and fighting with one arm alters her balance in ways she hasn't learned to compensate for.
This is skeleton chaos. If you're her ally in the elevator, you're probably getting attacked. If you're passing by, the skeletons will attack you too. You'd never choose to team up with a scary-looking masked angel? Too bad, looks like it's happening if you both want to get out unscathed.]
Wildcard
[Meet her in Heaven, text her, plot something totally different with me.]
[OOC: Lute again! She was on the last TDM so I'm playing that she's been around for a short time already and the threads there are canon for her. If these prompts don't grab you, the others are still open. Canon point is end of season 1 and I have relevant headcanons in her journal if you're interested. Please check her permissions before you dive in with negative CR (yes, she deserves it, I'm up for it if wanted, but I've got a couple of caveats to make sure it's fun for me too). Positive crosscanon interactions also dearly loved.]