( Jason squares up, shoves his hands in his pockets and tilts his head to the side. Don't. Jason, he's literally Satan. Don't do it. He's gonna do it. ) Alright, if you're that eager to get served by a kid. ( He knows, he knows he will not win this fight but he can't help the shit talk. Or himself. Can't help himself. Jason shuffles in closer. ) Anyway, the fuck you think I'm gonna do in there, punch the air too hard?
[ Lucifer just snorts lightly, but doesn't rise to the bait. Humans underestimate him all the time - comes with the territory of no one believing he's actually the Devil. It's another day ending in -y, and not even worth a response. ]
Steal anything that's not nailed down, to use as a weapon, for a start.
[ What do you think he thinks you're going to do, inmate? ]
( Jason lets that sit a small bit before pushing out his lips with a snort. ) Fair play. ( No point in denying that, really. So with a shrug, a hand came out to gesture to the door. ) 'Kay, well. Let's get this party started, Satan.
( It's just kinda surreal, you know? To actually be talking to Lucifer. But Jason shrugs. ) Aight, Lu. ( And heads inside. Opting for an incredibly honest reply along with a casual shoulder roll: ) The punks and cops who'd beat my ass when I was younger, mostly.
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Steal anything that's not nailed down, to use as a weapon, for a start.
[ What do you think he thinks you're going to do, inmate? ]
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[ He opens the door, ushering Jason inside. He's already peeling off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. ]
So, who taught you to fight?
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Lucifer has been known to do that from time to time, so he just rolls his eyes at it. Humans are very predictable. ]
So, no formal training, school of hard knocks, sort of thing. Fair enough.
[ He drags out a training mat, for Jason's benefit of course. Waves him over. ]
All right, let's see what you've got then.