LUCI
"There are those in my old world who would not agree with you," Lucas said with dark amusement lacing through his words. "I am beginning to enjoy this new world more and more." Already assembled, huh? Well, at least he hadn't been ginger or sickly when he arrived. That would have been unbearable. The Voice flickered away, up onto the shrine, and Lucas rose fluidly to his feet.
He did bow, then, low and respectful, before straightening up once more and linking his hands loosely behind his back. "I wouldn't dream of it," he purred. "Though I may need to lay the foundations somewhat. Patience is a virtue, so they say. Then again, I don't possess any virtues. You will have your mask, sooner rather than later."
He did bow, then, low and respectful, before straightening up once more and linking his hands loosely behind his back. "I wouldn't dream of it," he purred. "Though I may need to lay the foundations somewhat. Patience is a virtue, so they say. Then again, I don't possess any virtues. You will have your mask, sooner rather than later."
