LUCI
Lucas bristled at the sound of the voice - so pure and yet so artificial, all at once - and his head snapped up in time to see the young girl (but not, so very not) emerge from somewhere within the shrine. Green eyes sharp and fists clenched, he didn't know what to make of the being before him. The being that knew his name, but similarly did not seem to believe it. Was this the god who had denied him in the Underground? Tch.
For all of his bluster, though, he still flinched back as the Voice was suddenly closer than she had been - right across from him, in fact. "Oh? What then, do you need, other than trinkets?" He liked trinkets. He missed his trinkets from the City very much, indeed. (Along with all of the power, and the fire, and the ability to fly, and to twist the thoughts of mortals and-- no, fuck thinking about that).
She asked how he was and he narrowed his eyes, long fingers drumming across his knee. "I'm surprised that you don't simply know," he muttered. "But if I must say it out loud, I am pissed off, not feeling like myself and wondering who brought me here and why."
For all of his bluster, though, he still flinched back as the Voice was suddenly closer than she had been - right across from him, in fact. "Oh? What then, do you need, other than trinkets?" He liked trinkets. He missed his trinkets from the City very much, indeed. (Along with all of the power, and the fire, and the ability to fly, and to twist the thoughts of mortals and-- no, fuck thinking about that).
She asked how he was and he narrowed his eyes, long fingers drumming across his knee. "I'm surprised that you don't simply know," he muttered. "But if I must say it out loud, I am pissed off, not feeling like myself and wondering who brought me here and why."
