Lucie • Fairy Tail • D Rank
Tetsukazu was undeniably a strange place, but the fact they had moved their in the first place? Not so strange. The once legal guild had fallen from the Magic Council's grace, and whose fault was that? None other than hers, and as much as she hated it, the Coming Storm was unable to escape her fate. She had become completely numb to the sensory and the rush of negativity that came from killing, or even torturing those who opposed her. It was nothing new, and it mattered not, anymore. Despite the apathy, however, Lucie still hated it, but no longer even bothered to fight with Ren anymore. All she cared about was blocking out his obnoxious voice, which simply pressed her buttons even more. If she sensed he wanted somebody dead, she was fine with doing it if it meant he would no longer press his words on her mind. Was that what he wanted? Either way, it was a good thing she was no longer too stubborn over the topic.
Ever so quietly, as always, Lucie sat on a large fallen tree-trunk, holding her tiny blade, Crepundia, and simply staring down at it, as her reflection gazed back at her from the shiny dagger. It had not been too long since she had last used it, but the special blade remained just as beautiful as it had before being sullied. The child was no good at cleaning weapons, but the strange knife seemed to do it all on its own somehow, as if it eagerly absorbed the blood it received after a kill. Breathing out a silent sigh, the small girl remained sitting still on the trunk, enjoying the peace for once, with no life in sight for Ren to urge her to kill, with no need for Ren to speak in her mind, and with nothing better to do.