in the dark of the night

This thread takes place during {SWE} It ends in fire whilst everyone is outside enjoying the spark birb. The light was not where he belonged. Fire, yes - fire he knew well, like an old but traitorous friend. He was born of fire, whether holy or hell, but the Spark Bird could not draw him out from the dark. Perhaps if it inadvertently began to roast people alive, or set alight to some buildings... but no, while the world crawled out to sing its kumbaya's and hold hands, Lucas had work to do. He stepped silently around the Rathskeller, green eyes flashing to every nook and cranny, every shadow that might hold what he was looking for. He doubted it would be in the great room, where people revelled and drank and fought and bled all over the tables (apparently). But still, he checked it anyway, before moving to the back rooms. There his search was fruitful, as he had expected it to be. He'd seen the alchemist leave with the unicorn (whatever) and there had been nothing to suggest the mask was with him. Because... well. It fucking wasn't. It was just lying around with his bag and other belongings. Lucas actually took a moment to snort at the incredible ease with which he had managed the task. Checking to make sure nobody was around to see, he took the porcelain mask from the pile of things and waltzed back out of the Rathskeller, up towards the Shine. Fools, all of them. LUCAS making work for idle hands