LUCI
Since arriving at this asscrack of a place, the little masquerade Lucas had attended had been about the only thing good about it. He had visited the Shrine in the underground and, insultingly, no one had been there to answer his questions. That had infuriated him more than he'd given it credit, and fury had given way to a cold depression. He hated the Hollowed Grounds. He hated that it was so primitive, that he was trapped here not only in location, but also in his body. His body that couldn't feel or taste properly, and acted as if that was some act of evolution. Ugh.
Bastien would never, ever know it, because Lucas would never tell him, but his little notice on the door of the Church of Safrin had saved the Ascended's life. He had been close to simply sitting in the sunlight until it claimed him forever. A brothel, though? He could get behind that. And in front of it. And also on top of - and beneath - it.
But whilst he lacked the facility to frequent the place as a customer or an employee in the typical sense (unless the church was going to keep that wonderful room that made his body stand to attention), he thought he could make something of himself here. So he showed up at the appointed time, the hood of his coat drawn high over his face to stay shaded, his footsteps slow and sluggish with the high sun. Such a thing would have usually put him in a terrible mood, but not today.
"Hello?" he called. "I heard tell of a good, fair deal. I am all about deals."
Bastien would never, ever know it, because Lucas would never tell him, but his little notice on the door of the Church of Safrin had saved the Ascended's life. He had been close to simply sitting in the sunlight until it claimed him forever. A brothel, though? He could get behind that. And in front of it. And also on top of - and beneath - it.
But whilst he lacked the facility to frequent the place as a customer or an employee in the typical sense (unless the church was going to keep that wonderful room that made his body stand to attention), he thought he could make something of himself here. So he showed up at the appointed time, the hood of his coat drawn high over his face to stay shaded, his footsteps slow and sluggish with the high sun. Such a thing would have usually put him in a terrible mood, but not today.
"Hello?" he called. "I heard tell of a good, fair deal. I am all about deals."
