P0K3 7H3 D3V1L {Lucifer}

[Mituna Captor]

Because you said anyone, Bob. I think this shall be hilarious.

Dream bubbles tended to stay on a steady course when traveling throughout the dreams of others. However, something had caused the dream bubble Mituna was floating around in to appear in the Land of Chains and Fire.

Hell.

Now what drove the dream bubble to travel to such a place was beyond the knowledge of the dead dreamer within it. All the troll knew was that the place was on fire, people were screaming, and somewhere someone was laughing.

Of course, Mituna wasn't really in Hell, he was merely seeing the dream of a deranged Arch-Angel possessing a rotting vessel. Not that Mituna would know anything about that at all. He didn't know much about Angels or Demons or God. Troll culture was far different from Earthian beliefs.

The next thing he knew, he was in a dark motel room. The wallpaper was peeling off, or was it already torn off? He couldn't tell, it was too dark, and he was too scatterbrained to really care at the moment. He was preoccupied with pestering the sleeping figure with the skin problem.

"H3Y M1573R Y0UR F4C3 15 W31RD 4R3 Y0U D34D? 1M D34D. C4N W3 83 D34D 8UDD135 1F Y0UR3 D34D M1573R?" Mituna asked, his lisp falling on his words as he poked the male. ("Hey mister your face is weird are you dead? I'm dead. Can we be dead buddies if you're dead mister?")

"H3Y M1573R Y0U 5M3LL FUNNY 4R3 Y0U 0N F1R3? 1 W45 0N F1R3 0NC3 1 7H1NK 17 W45N7 FUN. M1573R 1 D0N7 7H1NK Y0UR3 5L33P1NG, 1 C4N7 533 Y0UR DR34M3R 53LF," He added, moving around the bed to get a better look at Lucifer's decaying vessel. ("Hey mister you smell funny are you on fire? I was on fire once I think it wasn't fun. Mister I don't think you're sleeping, I can't see your dreamer self,")

[luci]

Most normal angels didn't have to sleep and the same was true for Lucifer... when he wasn't in a false vessel. Sam Winchester was the only true vessel Lucifer could take and the only vessel where he'd be able to use his full strength without repercussions like sleep. When using a false vessel, the vessel had to sleep. Obviously, the archangel without wasn't able to sleep. Lucifer was still well aware of his surroundings although his vessel appeared to be fast asleep. However, he was influencing his vessel's dreams. It would be boring if it weren't for having lived billions of years making hours feel like minutes for a normal person.

Suddenly, he became aware of the presence of someone entering the room. It looked somewhat human but it had extra features, like horns and oddly-colored skin. As soon as he was poked, Lucifer's vessel awakened. The archangel was unsure of how this person had gotten into the room, since he had sealed the door off. Lucifer stared at Mituna for a moment, as if trying to tell what he was. "No, I'm not dead..." Lucifer replied, standing up from the bed where his vessel had been sleeping. He was confused... a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. "I'm not on fire either. Now it's my turn to ask a question... what are you?"

[Mituna Captor]

Mituna was a bit startled as Lucifer spoke, practically falling over as the Arch-Angel stood in his vessel. Thankfully, the troll as able to wobble into a wall, pressing his palms against it to regain his balance. When his legs felt less like jell-o and more like sticks, he pushed off the wall and turned to Lucifer.

"M17UN4," He replied, pointing to himself ("Mituna,")

Suddenly, he held one side of his helmet as his head shook violently.

"N0N0N0 7H475 N07 R1GH7 N0N0N0N0N0," He sputtered, most of his words coming out jumbled. ("NONONO THAT'S NOT RIGHT NONONONONO,")

"83F4N 83F0RN 83F0R 83F0R4 83F0R1 83F0R14N. 7R0LL," He corrected after several attempts to scratch the helmet off his head. Though the visor got caught on his nose before he could "spaz" it off. ("Beforian Beforn Befor Befora Befori Beforian. Troll,")

Mituna's head didn't work so well when it tried to formulate long sentences. It jumbled everything up and confused him and caused him to "spaz" out like he currently was. He wasn't dangerous to anyone but himself during these freak outs, though he could scare off a crowd.

"WH47 Y0U 157H?" He asked. ("What you isth?")