My Lucky Day

Lucas soaked in every shred of information he was given about the world outside this one. Life, forests, more magic by the sound of it... and it sprawled on considerably. He felt the flame of ambition spark low in his core, and he inclined his head in polite thanks for Remi's descriptions. The Ascended raised his eyebrows at the 'just an alchemist', unable not to look quietly disbelieving. "You do not do yourself justice," he informed him quietly. "Though they say modesty is a virtue, do they not?" He tilted his head, not having expected to hear that Remi, too, was from somewhere other than here. He wondered, then, if he too had been brought through by the Voice. And if so, for what, exactly? However keen he might have been for answers, Lucas tempered his impatience. "It sounds like a fairytale," he remarked. "But... how did you come across that mask? Are the gods here so generous?" LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk