locking up the sun moon || @imperatcr
It had taken him weeks to get to this moment. The timing and alignment of the cosmos had to be exactly right. He'd waited until everyone had filed out of the theatre from the last show of the day, then slipped behind the scenes. It never ceased to amuse the Poet how easy it was to blend in and become faceless in a crowd; all it took was a prosthetic eye covering, makeup, a charming grin and a stolen uniform and he could get anywhere he wanted.
A janitor was a friendly face. No one questioned where they went or when, even if their overalls were garish and made him grimace with every step. He huffed as he finally found himself in the projection booth. It was one of the only few surviving "classic" cinemas in the world; and the Poet knew very well why that was. In his travels across time and space, he had heard all about the Pantheon and their divine abilities and, after discovering his own talents, he wanted more...just to be sure!
Carefully following the steps as instructed in the crumpled, old summoning sheets he had found in his lengthy research. He waited until the old "Mr Ring-A-Ding" cartoon was projecting onto the screen and watched closely. Turning to look behind him, he grinned as the moonlight began to filter into the room. This was the moment. At last.
Rushing down to the cinema hall, he waited in place with a Jester's grin against his lips. "I address the one named Lux Imperator!" he called out to the screen, his eyes glinting. "God of Light!"
