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[sharktoothtotem]

Okay first off, this place so didn't look like the dig she had been on in the middle of the Pacific.  Which would explain why Taylor has a mud streak in her dark hair, and on her clothes.  Though she brushes herself off mostly to try to look presentable.

After a moment she gives up, after all at least it's only mud and not blood or any thing else.  Though her bare arms, show she's not unused to rough landings, coral hurts if you hit it in a bailout after all.

"This so isn't Rapa Nui, so.  Would it be a bother to ask two things?  Well three.  Who is the Kahuna in charge? And where are we?"  Yes she slipped into surf slang only because so far, she doesn't see professor types around and she really had been looking forward to getting the job done and testing some of the waves before she crashed for the night.  Of course, it's hit or miss lately if she gets surf time.

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[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer shrugs at the comment. "Humans believe that but if it was the word of God in man's ear I am not certain it would sound different. God enjoys his power as well."

He smiles broadly at her comments. "I slip traps but I am rather fond of creating them, much to the displeasure of God and his sheep."

[sharktoothtotem]

"See if it weren't for traps though, things would be boring. Just wish Pirates weren't so fond of the deadly ones. Those aren't as much fun when you're trying to figure the way out of them."

She's just glad that a hundred years, lessened the lethality of some of them.

[the_rebel_son]

"Billions of years of dealing with deadly traps and having to set them myself, I could use a bout of boring, trapless existence."

Age had mellowed Lucifer, perhaps the same way humans did with time. Relaxation valued equally to excitement.