Run Back to the Wild • Private, Job [Lucius & Hikari]

Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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The redhead approached them and struck up a conversation with his social butterfly of a sister. Who appeared to of forgotten the elegant young woman's name, before supposedly remembering it. The way she did so, Lucius assumed that it wasn't her name, but the young lady didn't correct her. Either because she was right about the name, or because she didn't have the hard to disagree with the young guildmaster. He might've been able to tell if he had the ability to see, because he could easily read people by the expressions they showed on their complexion. Though he still can read people through various other methods, it isn't as easy, being blind was such a hassle he didn't like having to handle. But it is something has learned to deal with these past few much, not very willingly or very happily. Then again he didn't deal with anything happily, even before having depression. Depression being something he had gradually gained over time, but due to becoming blind and having to go to his sister for help, really pushed him over the edge.
He silently listened to his elder sibling introduce him as a big rock, and Hikari be all polite, well this was going to be fun. Having to deal with another kind soul who is most likely naive and just wanting to help people all the time, hopefully she wasn't as bad as she seemed and that these assumptions weren't true. He'd just have to wait and see, Lucius also hoped that she didn't have the temper and do-good combination personality that Kaisto has. Which is part of the reason he loathes the brunet dragon slayer so much, because when the dark wielding assassin would do any normal thing that he usually does. Whether that be a snarky remark, not taking a mission seriously, or whatever sarcastic and psychopathic people like himself do. He would get mad at him, and attempted to boss him around, which has lead to some disputes including the black haired young man breaking the older boy's finger.
Though this was back before the darkness fully embraced him changing his hair color and making him even more intolerant and sensitive to light, and before he was blind. I doubt his feelings for the man has changed much at all, he just hoped he never had to be on another mission, hoping the one having to deal with that little demon girl was the last thing he had to do with him and his pet goddess. It was bad enough having to deal with his very, very annoying adoptive child on a regular basis, it would be horrible if he had to deal with him on a regular basis also. At least this incompetent prat, Shizuka, didn't do much more then be loud whilst running through the halls. And didn't go into his room asking for trouble, or talk to him when he did leave the room, considering he only every did so at night on the rare occasion that he did (well besides when Astrid takes him out for mission such as this).
He assumed that Astrid, who acted as the child's caretaker, told her to not bother him. Though he was not sure, he never bothered to ask, he was just thankful that he wasn't bother by the child. Children being more annoying then normal people, well that and drunk people, but that's because they act like children and/or complete idiots. Well more annoying people like Kaisto were also included, but you could've probably guessed that on your own at this point. But for some reason he didn't hate Astrid, even he didn't know why he grew so unbelievably attached to the silverette considering she is very much a type of person Lucius doesn't like. Still a mystery to this day, perhaps because of how much he had to deal with her growing up or some other reason, who really knows and who really even cares at this point. At least he likes somebody.
Feeling this was a good time to interrupt because he didn't want the two chattering forever, not sure if they would because he wasn't listening towards the end, tuning out and tuning into his own thoughts. He spoke out to the two young women, but mostly to Astrid, actually probably just Astrid. He's probably trying to just ignore their job companion "Shouldn't we be moving along now?" he said, very slight amount of annoyance accidentally crept into his gruff tone. As he spoke he hooked his cane over his arm and pulled his hair to his chest proceeding to untie it from the ponytail that it was in, and started braiding his extensive amount of hair. He did so with such precision since it was just second nature to him at this point, luckily not even needing to see what he was doing. He still stood behind his older sister, most of his tall figure guarded by the dark shadows of the trees around them. So much so he seemed to oddly blend with them in his black clothes and his long and silky black hair. That hair of which he finished up braiding, grabbing his walking stick he placed it back to the ground and held it firmly, his free hand rested in his one of his pant's pockets.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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After he butted into their small talk, that of which was wearing on his nerves, his sister started to act all flustered. Her normally fluid speech turned to stuttering, long pauses and faltered words. Shaking his head slightly while he rolled his crimson eyes, figuring she did something that he didn't see, to make herself look like a complete idiot, and upon realizing this she got all embarrassed. Typical Astrid behavior. Another thing that he wasn't surprised about happened, his elder sister started rambling on about how she could lookout, all she needed was a higher place. Lucius knew what was coming, it wouldn't be the first time. He felt the silvernette's violet gaze penetrate his figure, he released a sigh from his lungs, he looked downward in her direction. Not that the placement of his eyes really mattered. The assassin listened to her speak in a tone that was deadly serious, but he just found sort of hilarious, it was a smart idea yes, but a funny thing to ask none the less. Though despite his amusement he showed no emotion on his face besides total aloofness.
He took note of the slight chuckle that he heard escape the caster's lips, before she quickly silenced herself. Then when she gained her composure, released a snarky comment upon the two of them. Well at least she wasn't as much as a goody two shoes as he thought she was, seeing as she was in a rather mischievous mood at the moment. The tone of her voice suggested she was plotting something, so he kept a wary eye (so to speak) on her. In the meantime he did as his sister requested of him, after pulling his long black braided hair to his chest so she wouldn't sit on it. Leaning down he reached out his large pale hands and braced her waist. He lifted the petite young woman up off the ground as easily as someone would lift a feather pillow, he lifted her over his head and placed her onto his broad shoulders. Her short legs hit against his chest, he disguised his reaction to the sudden blunt pain, she was tiny but stronger then she knew. The pain quickly faded and now it just throbbed slightly, so now it was just sort of annoying, thought it soon to be forgotten.
His sister sat upon his shoulders, now being a lookout for the group of three. Now collectively, the Foss siblings were approximately over eight feet tall, more or less. Due to his sister being short already, and she was sitting, so she didn't add to much to Lucius height. He loosely gripped her chin and calf with his mechanical hand, his left hand held his cane and still prevented him from running into anything. He didn't really know if this silly plan of his sister's would work, but he has learned to just go with her shenanigans. And then pick up the mess after it didn't work, or be pleasantly surprised if it actually work. There job companion, Lumère as his sister called her, though he was unsure if that was her actual name, (but he couldn't correct his sibling if he didn't know the facts, and he didn't care enough to find them out,) seemed to think this plan wouldn't work also. He guessed this by her comment that was basically teasing.
Then he became even more suspicious when he felt magic emit from her, as if she was casting a spell. Thoughts coursed through his head as to what she might be doing, but he stayed silent. Though his guard was up and he readied himself to attack the young woman if she dared do something threatening towards them. Which he doubted, because she didn't seem like that type of person. But you could never know, Lucius taught himself to blend into society by being charming and cunning. So he wasn't trusting of anybody, just in case they were similar to himself. Because psychopaths knew how to blend in with the rest of the world, by copying the emotions of everybody else. Though people like himself were rare to come across, but he was naturally mistrustful of everybody anyways. Even if he didn't think they were psychopaths or sociopaths or whatever you want to call them, it's just in his nature to be skeptical.

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Lucius Foss ⛧ Golden Phoenix ⛧ B-Rank
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Lucius had to stop himself from constantly glaring at the regal young woman that was accompanying the two siblings on this mission. It wasn't a very nice thing to do, not that he cared for trying to be nice or at least trying not to be a depressed psycho-maniac. But doing it to much might get him a scolding from his elder sister, and as delicate as she looked, you should see with previous things that she is a force to be reckoned with. The unintentional pain given to him by her just absentmindedly kicking was bad enough, he didn't want to deal with what she could do if she was actually trying to hurt somebody. Though he knew she would never hurt him that bad intentionally, but being the bit of the ditz that she is, she has the tendency to put a bit more force into her movements then she means to. That's how she got him to stop swearing, as much as he used to as a child, after all. Either smacking him over the head with a book or a hand. The assassin had enough headaches on his own, he didn't want one caused by his sister when he swore or misbehaved.
That and other things, not just violence against him, she isn't that mean or stupid, also helped him start building up his false persona of being a generally nice and charming young man that he... clearly isn't. The false face that he no longer keeps around in public due to him not caring enough to do so anymore, to much effort, for what? Being liked by people who he couldn't bother giving a crap about? Not worth it. So now he acted how he wants to act, apathetic towards everybody's lives, constantly annoyed and unapproachable. Some days are worse then others, really the amount of tolerance he has just depends on what kind of mood he is in. Well that's what he does when around other people that isn't his sister, which appears to be all the time nowadays. With how busy Astrid is he can barely hang out with her, and since other people besides just the siblings live in the house, it's basically just hell. The dark mage sometimes wished he could just go back to living on the streets, it was much better to be on his lonesome. But of course, the young guildmaster would never allow him to. Which was nice of her, to want to help him, but he felt bad with how much work she was carrying and that he was just adding to it.
The eighteen year old pushed himself back out of his thoughts, now wasn't the time for self-pity and misery. He could always do that when he gets home, lock himself away in his room to just lay and contemplate his miserable life and thoughts of death, putting off eating or showering or anything that would cause him to leave. It isn't an enjoyable thing to do at all, it's actually rather horrible, but he'd rather do that then anything else, like all this socializing (really shows you how much he loves being around people). Especially with this redheaded holy mage, who appeared to just want to constantly mess with his elder sister, which he wasn't very appreciative of. She's hard on herself enough as it is, she doesn't need someone making fun of her and messing with her constantly.
But perhaps it could help toughen her up, but also maybe not, it's hard to tell with Astrid. Though she has appeared to have gained some semblance of an attitude or sass, maybe from Lucius or from other people she's been around. And of course, she's always had that, dreadfully horrible temper that he would prefer to never deal with, ever again. He's had to in the past, and it was never pretty, he still doesn't know how he has gotten through his entire childhood without dying. Whether it be to the darker side of the seemingly perfect Wizard Saint, or to something else, it was truly baffling.
The assassin felt delicate fingers dig harshly into his black locks, brought him some pain, but nothing that was to bothersome. She was concentrating on her spell, and this was the one thing from keeping her from falling backwards. Though Lucius' reflexes would keep her from falling off, so it wasn't that much of a problem. His long hands still resting upon her pale shins, ready to catch if needed. His crimson gaze looked up, as to try and see what she looked like when casting and using this spell, or something of the like. Of course, he couldn't see her though, being blind and all. It was really annoying, this disability that he has, though it has helped him have a different perspective on things and the world. He'd prefer being able to see then not, though he has gotten used to it at this point. The thing that bothers him about being blind is not the fact that it hinders him from doing things, but the little things that he used to enjoy seeing without even realizing; blood pouring from his victims, tortured faces of the damned, how his sister looked, the light slowly faded as someone dies. It's the little things. Things that over these months, probably a year or over a year at this point, that upsets him more then anything.
The boy listened to his sister as she weakly spoke, spending quite a bit of energy to sense the presences of the people that they were looking for. One of his hands would go to the top of his head to rest on his sister's hands, giving her a slight pat, as if to tell her that she did good without actually saying it. The point would probably get across, them being as close as they were with being brother and sister. The weird sort of unspoken language that people, especially siblings, have between each other that not much other understood. Then he would proceed to use both his hands to gingerly take her off his shoulders, getting her into bridal style hold in his long arms, before gently setting her on the ground. Though keeping his hands on her so she didn't fall. When hearing what Lumière (he still didn't think that was her name) said, his gaze shot towards her direction and gave a sharp, piercing glare. He didn't appreciate the belittling she was contacting upon his sister, even if that wasn't what it was or if it was but was not intended, the assassin was not happy with her. Though when was he ever? He decided to keep his mouth shut, refraining himself from snarky replies, curse words and maybe some threats. She did actually provide some use after all, though he still did want to kill her. But who did he not want to kill besides his sister? Exactly.

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Lucius Foss ⛧ Golden Phoenix ⛧ B-Rank
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Lucius kept his crimson glaring eyes on the holy mage, though they were blind, the look on his face and how he was staring right at her made it seem like he could see just fine. Though angry with the redhead, he didn't ignore the words his elder sister said beside him. But he didn't really take it to heart. Violence is the last option? Yeah right, he was going to keep himself under control enough not to kill their job partner, but despite them being here to save he animals, he doubt he could keep himself from bringing upon their demise. A shame really, but if you didn't want anybody to die on a mission, maybe you shouldn't have brought along a psychopathic assassin who let's off steam by doing just that. Though he stayed silent, saying anything like that to his pacifistic sister would surely get him solid smack to the back of his head (sort of ironic am I right?). His gaze softened slightly and was pulled away when he felt Astrid's hand squeeze his, probably doing so for some sense of support, or just saying she understood this wasn't where he wanted to be and he would have to deal for a little longer. It could mean many things.
The rest of her words confused the young adult, first of all, why the hell was she going to leave him alone with this stranger he was currently upset with. Where was the intelligence in that exactly? I suppose she assumed he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, in fear of what the silvernette would do to punish his behaviors. Secondly, why did he have to be watched over, perhaps it was just her protectively instincts saying such. But why would this 'Lumière' even want to watch over him, he was pretty sure they got off on the wrong foot just a minute or two ago, so why exactly would she? This confusion was shown on his facial features for a second, two at most, before he turned it back to the grim and irritated expression that he was wearing beforehand. He finally decided he was going to speak, simply to say something in objection to his sister's plan, mostly with the fact that he was going to be left alone with this stranger. But before he could, she vanished. He swore rather colorfully under his breath, great, just great.
So the first thing he did after that was just glare at the regal young woman, he didn't really want to talk to her, and was showing that very obviously on his expression. Lucius was surprised the words she spoke, I guess it was rather obvious that he was thinking some rather dark things to bring upon her, but he wasn't expecting her to be so blunt since people usually aren't. His red gaze followed the sound of her footsteps, hearing her walk around him and proceed down the path in front of them. His face remained expressionless besides the neutral one he usually has, as he listened to the words that escaped the woman's lips. Her voice showed that she was clearly apologetic, criticizing herself for her actions, regretting what she said and excepting verbal punishment from not only herself but the young man behind her.
Most people would probably forgive her, be the normal people of society who have actual empathy. Lucius on the other hand, well he wasn't much for following and doing what people suggest he should or shouldn't do, took Lumière up on her offer. Though as she just revealed to him with her back turned, her actual name was Lilium. He knew what Astrid called her wasn't her actual name, how his sister was sometimes this ignorant and forgetful was beyond his understanding. Though I guess a lot of people seemed idiotic to a supposed genius like himself. But the holy mage said it with reluctance, enough the be confused about, and to wonder why she said it like such. But he wasn't curious enough nor did he care enough to try and get her life story.
"Well Lilium" he said in his slightly gravelly voice with resentment, exaggerating her name, saying it with such distaste that it made it seem like he was referring to a rotten animal that had been rotting on the side of the road. "I wish to flay you slowly while you still live and breath. After that I'll tie you to a stake and burn you." the boy paused, taking a breath, he wasn't quite over yet " And if you don't die from the shock and unbearable pain before I put the fire out. I'll leave you to die alone where nobody will hear your painful cries for help. Animals will pick at your disgusting, rotting, skinless flesh as if you were dead. And you'll be a pile of bones before you're ever found." he said bitterly like spending all that time killing her might even be to much for him, spitting venomous words at her, the threats were not empty and he would full well carry them out with ease. He walked behind her, and to calm himself he took in a deep and heavy breath, as he released it he said with solemn displeasure "Though I suppose that'll have to wait for another day"
The dark mage just continued on, walking behind her, waving his cane from side to side in front of him. He stayed silent as if he didn't just threaten to bring brutal torture and death upon the Black Rose sorceress. The boy groaned slightly upon hearing her speak again, of course they couldn't just deal with everything quickly and silently. His crimson gaze looked in the direction of the wolves that he was guessing just stood ready to fight, waiting of a bit of movement, just one twitch to justify their attack. He guessed Lilium would do as his sister instructed and not kill them, they are just being controlled after all, so it's not fair to them to end their lives. It isn't their fault. He really couldn't care less, why would he? He's never cared for the welfare of animals or humans.
Without considering the damage it might do to her if she didn't dodge, well he might've and is why he is doing this attack in particular, he sent out a pulse through the ground. It would knock back people nearby and hit them with a nice chunk of damage, as long as they were on the ground. Ignoring the redhead he unsheathed his sword from his it's hiding place as his cane and suddenly teleported into the shadows next to the weirdly colored alien wolves. He stabbed the flank of a wolf that was just getting back onto it's feet, twisting the blade before slicing it down the span of their side. Before another wolf could attack him he teleported into a tree, sheathing his sword he'd shoot repetitively into the one that was about to attack him. Three shots into it's skull and another couple in their heart. A bit much, but with everlasting ammo, he couldn't care less.
The some if not all of the remaining wolves would go to attack him, or attempt to, snarling and growling whilst clawing on the tree he resided in. He'd manipulate the darkness around him, shaping it into a needle. With unbelievable precision for being a blind man, he threw it into the skull of one of the wolves beneath him. Purplish black veins would spread from the needle in their skull, they'd drop back down to all fours, completely motionless. Then suddenly it'd lunge at it's pack mates, biting into their throat and ruthlessly tearing it out. If you could teared your eyes away from the grueling scene of the wolves, you could see that Lucius was controlling this wolf. He used it to bite and scratch at the other wolves, biting at vital areas to end them quickly. While doing this he'd shoot any that would attempt to defend themselves.
When he saw that the some that were attack him were dead or at least close to that, he'd leap down from the tree directly onto the wolf he was in control of. The pure force of his weight with the momentum of him falling added crushed the canine's skull like it was an egg with a satisfying crunch. The assassin took in a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of the freshly spilled blood, the silence and tension that hung in the air after he massacred a pack of innocent wolves. Well maybe not all of them if Lilium managed to save one from the young man's wrath. After taking another deep breath he spoke in an aloof tone of voice "Well, moving on." He looked in the direction of the mage, as if waiting for her to lead the way, he couldn't see the path after all, and it was sort of hard to feel where it was with his walking stick.

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