[ hello hello. lucien is sprawled on one of the chairs in the observation room, staring out into ... literal space.
the clothes are relatively simple, a linen shirt with a deep-vee because some things never fucking change, a black coat with bits of hardened leather in vulnerable places, and simple black trousers and boots. everything looks extremely worn, like that look clothes get when they've been repeatedly put through hell and then washed. all his all stuff is at his feet - including his second outfit, which seems to mostly consist of a large fur-lined coat. apparently he's not planning on staying in his room much.
this is fine. ]
Well? Do you feel they answered all our questions?
[ diluc takes note of lucien's things quietly. his own clothes are in impeccable condition (he's in his default outfit ignore the icon(s)), expertly tailored and of high-quality materials and embellishments. they are worn neatly as well, but comfortably like an old habit.
he stands a respectful distance away from lucien, gazing out into the vast expanse of Space himself. his expression shows the faintest hint of wonder, though it is difficult to parse behind his perpetually flat stare. ]
I'd say they've barely managed to answer half, if that. It seems suspect that all of us conveniently share the same amnesia, regarding our "contracts".
Oh, yes yes, certainly everyone loves a vision of themselves as a coiled snake planning for the moment, but isn't it boring? The variables I'm aware of are each more ridiculous than the last.
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the clothes are relatively simple, a linen shirt with a deep-vee because some things never fucking change, a black coat with bits of hardened leather in vulnerable places, and simple black trousers and boots. everything looks extremely worn, like that look clothes get when they've been repeatedly put through hell and then washed. all his all stuff is at his feet - including his second outfit, which seems to mostly consist of a large fur-lined coat. apparently he's not planning on staying in his room much.
this is fine. ]
Well? Do you feel they answered all our questions?
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he stands a respectful distance away from lucien, gazing out into the vast expanse of Space himself. his expression shows the faintest hint of wonder, though it is difficult to parse behind his perpetually flat stare. ]
I'd say they've barely managed to answer half, if that. It seems suspect that all of us conveniently share the same amnesia, regarding our "contracts".
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I have a perfectly clear memory, and it doesn't involve signing any more contracts. I'm done with contracts and terms and promissory notes.
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[ for breaking the so-called terms of their so-called contracts ]
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[ tapping his claws against the railing near the windows, antsy. ]
Yourself?
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he hums quietly to himself. survival, is it? ]
...I prefer to observe, and strike when the opportunity presents itself. There are many variables here we're not yet aware of.
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[ impatience!!! ]
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[ sorry that does not help things at all ]
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Oh! Interesting insight, actually. A bird. I wouldn't have called that.
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They may not look as formidable, but they are predators nonetheless.
[ he is so lame 🙄🙄🙄 ]
But nevermind that. Tell me, how would you... liven things up, so to speak?
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First order of business is I need to get in contact with the outside.
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It may be possible, with the equipment we've been given.
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I find action to be more satisfying than words. ...Or screaming, for that matter. Easier to clear the mind when you've exhausted the body.
...There is also a bar, if all else fails. [ for lucien, he means. ]