[Mini Event] hands off your fate, child

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty A healer? Maybe for the mortals among them, but Lucas needed something entirely different, thank you. He arrived without flair or pomp, weaving unsteadily out into the night to where the others waited, to where Rory had just keeled over and where the air was clear and the night sky visible. Not that the Ascended could see particularly well. Lucas tottered and fell just a short ways away from Rory, the Ascended's skin appearing strangely mottled, as if the fluid that sustained him had gone sour. "If anyone's got a spare throat handy," he slurred, "I got a thirst like it's no one's business. Thanks in advance..."