Tell Me That You're Ready;; Mikka/Lucius.

Lucius Foss ⛧ Guildless ⛧ A-Rank
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It wasn't a particular common occurrence, Lucius leaving the house I mean, but he did still have to work to get some sort of income. Otherwise he couldn't pay for the measly sum of money that he was required to pay to live in his apartment. His choice of a job was, of course, assassinations. That and other jobs that people usually hire mercenaries for. He was very well rounded outside of assassinations, as the job required many talents if one needed to blend in. So he could probably pursue any number of jobs, but since he was so used to fighting and killing, that came so much more naturally thus required less energy to be used. And you know him, will always go the route the requires the least amount of effort. Well at least nowadays. He used to do whatever he seemed the most entertaining, but now he didn't really care. He didn't get as much pleasure from killing people as he used to. Which I suppose, most people would say is good, but it was rather inconvenient for the boy. Considering that was one of the only things he thought was fun, he was rather picky like that.
But I won't be talking about the job, it's nothing interesting anyways, just any old assassination job nothing new. What he's doing now is going home, which he is very much looking forward to. Because going home meant he could nap, napping being his favorite pastime. The town seemed to be in almost a chaotic state, everybody was scared about something. The dark mage didn't bother sticking around to find out what it was, because if he did he knew he'd get dragged into it somehow. He was able to make it to his apartment building without getting dragged into something, but something still felt off. He couldn't place what it was, but he hoped he was wrong about whatever six sense feeling that he had. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out keys as he approached his door, his other hand held his walking stick. He felt the presence of Jiyu in his room, but something seemed wrong. His guard was up, he inserted the keys and unlocked the door. He put them back in his pocket and opened the door. "Jiyu?" He called out, closing the door and locking behind him.

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Lucius Foss ⛧ Guildless ⛧ A-Rank
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Lucius was confused to say the very least, and almost certainly wishing he didn't lock the door, cause the canine was very good at making herself appear very threatening. Though he couldn't see, all his warning signs were up, adrenaline pumped into his veins but he managed to remain calm. Well at least calmer then her. Just calling out her name, well what he thought her name was, set her off. She threw something at him after he shrieking, he was able to hear the sound of something being flung through the air just fast enough so he didn't get hit in the head. He dodged slightly to the side, just enough so whatever it was that she threw at him, just bounced harmlessly off the door and landed on the floor. What caused her to be this upset, did he do something? Or did this have anything to do with whatever chaos was going on outside? The assassin was yanked from his few thoughts at the sound of her screaming at him followed by the sound of glass shattering instantaneously all around the room. He started to process the words she spoke, while still being very aware of his surroundings and the placement of the small, angry young woman.
If she wasn't Jiyu, who was she, why did him speaking this name infuriate her so much. He knew the answer to this question, but before he was able to acknowledge it within his mind, she threw more venomous words at him. The insult didn't really bug him, hard to be hurt by words when you say worse to yourself every single day, and it wasn't wrong. He was apathetic, and a piece of shit, probably an understatement considering his position as a Sinner. It was the fact the she said that he didn't care about her, that's what bugged him. The fact that it did so was annoying to parts of his brain, cause they also considered this the truth, just like her insults that followed. But in some twisted way, he did care about her. Was it just because she took pity on him and decided to care for him when he needed it most, despite how much he didn't deserve it? Or was it something else. While she screamed at him that he didn't care for her, his brain screamed at him, asking why did he care for her.
The sound of the girl dropping something followed by her familiar footsteps rushing towards him. He fought against every fiber of his being to not move, to not dodge her. Because everything said she was going to attack her, it was only logical. She was absolutely furious with him for some unknown reason, and she lunged at him, so of course that would mean she was attacking him. But he didn't move, and his thought were proven wrong when she just grabbed his lanky arms that were hidden underneath one of his usual black hoodies. The petite woman attempted to shake him, but he remained almost still. His blind crimson eyes looked down at her, concentrating on her words through all the voices within his mind that were trying to drown her out. She spoke his name, something he had never given to her. Though of course she could've just found this out from the news, as his actual name was known to every legal guild, being that he was one of the most wanted people in Fiore. But it didn't seem like that's how she knew, but how would he know something like that, she was a stranger to him. That's what he thought, but he was wrong.
Lucius knew who she was, without even saying her name, she yelled it to him with every word. Each and every word spoken with such a familiar voice. Something he knew so well, something that was from so long ago, something that he missed. She pressed herself into his larger figure, tears from her eyes stained his sweater, her emotions warbled her tone. She said he couldn't tell but he could, she cried that he didn't remember her. He tried to forget, the close friend he lost so very long ago. His sensitive senses picked up on her scent, her unique smell wafting up to him, bringing memories from when she laid her head on his shoulder, falling asleep as he read silently. He wanted to shout back that he knew, of course he remembered, no matter how hard he tried to forget. The shadow mage wasn't one for affection, but he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. With his other he reached into one of the many knife sheaths he had hidden away on his person. The grip settled comfortably into his hand.
With astounding speed, expected of an assassin, he lifted the knife to her face. A singular light bulb that managed to survive the inugami's temper tantrum, reflected light off the blade. It was impossibly sharp, and in near perfect condition, like it had been used but many many years ago. Lucius showed off the breathtaking craftsmanship of the intricate design that had been engraved on one of the sides. When it came to his own emotions, despite his expansive dictionary and silver tongue, wasn't very good at explaining how he felt. He was so much better at putting on a face, never taught how to properly deal with them, how to properly express his feelings. So instead he used actions, body language, to get his point across. If they were smart enough they'd get what he was trying to say, this was one of the times. He held it in front of her in a threatening way, force of habit. But if she looked she'd notice it was her own handiwork, the gift she crafted for him years ago. The boy released a shaky sigh, trying to compose his emotions, trying to form a sentence without breaking. He steadied himself by leaning back against the door. "Of course I remember you," He paused, collecting his scattered thoughts, "Mikka." The name was spoken tenderly, coated in honey. He'd longed so much to speak that name, speak to the bearer of this name. He just never expected for his wish to come true, and not in such odd circumstances either.

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Lucius Foss ⛧ Guildless ⛧ A-Rank
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His words seemed so quiet compared to her angry screams, but her name, her real name, stuck in the air. He felt struck with a surge of unexplainable energy, he felt it flood from her, her ghost like powers started a small fire somewhere in the kitchen. Though he was to distracted by the girl in front of him to bother worrying about it, especially due to her next actions. As you should know, he wasn't one for affection. Not that he didn't enjoy it, he just wasn't used to it. Not the raw, genuine affection that was used out of love for one another. Wind ruffled his pant legs, and before he knew it the young woman had wrapped her arms around his neck. Her head pressed up against his chest she could probably hear the speed of his hard wasn't that much slower then her own, but he was good at keeping his composure, though even that was breaking slightly. Her body trembled, was she scared? He was used to scaring people, but Mikka didn't ever seem like any other person. All his usual threatening tricks never worked on her, despite how much he wanted them too sometimes.
Her voice resounded through him, sending chills down his spine. His arms remained tense at his sides, his hand loosely gripped the knife, almost dropping it. It probably looked rather awkward, as it usually does when one person hugs another and they to return it. Not that he didn't want to, but he didn't know his he should. Instead he just concentrated on sheathing the knife, using the familiar action to calm his nerves, if only slightly. His mind was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of the TV clicking on. His head instinctively turned to look despite his lack of sight. He tried listening to the words spoke from the TV over the sound of his own heat beat thudding through his skull. The beating was almost as obnoxious as the voices, who seemed to be strangely quiet as of the moment. Or maybe they were blending in with the sound of his heart, he couldn't tell, but for once they weren't trying to be the center of his attention. No, Mikka was, albeit maybe unintentional, hogging that spotlight.
Listening, he achieved an epiphany, he now knew was causing her mood swings, and the chaos outside. He was right in that they were both connected. She must of been extra susceptible to the pollen virus due to her body, that of which was seemingly made out of air. He'd never asked why she had an almost wind like body at times, why she'd randomly appear in the apartment without using the door, so very light on her feet like she had a hard time keeping herself from floating. He never really thought it was relevant, but it was, of course it was. She was a wind mage, just another thing that proved that she was his childhood friend. Now that all the pieces were put together, and now that she actually admitted to it, it all seemed so obvious. Probably because it seemed obvious before, despite how much he was ignoring it. But he couldn't really ignore it now, could he? He turned his head from the sound of the television and over to Mikka. She didn't seem to react to the news, she remained still, gripping onto him tightly. He relaxed his body, though still very shaken up. Why was he so shaken up by such little contact? Was it because it actually meant something this time? And not just him using his body to manipulate some weak-minded individual, just like he'd use his voice, everything was just a tool to control others.
Before he knew it, the moment between the two of them was over. How sensitive he was to her contact was almost painful, but when she was no longer hugging him, leaning all her weight against him, it almost hurt even more. He never knew how much he longed for genuine affectionate contact, no it wasn't about he wanting sex, he didn't even care for it that all that much. As I said, just another tool to use people with. But just a simply hug from a friend, felt as close as to heaven as a sinner like him could get. His rattled mind was able to gather itself at the sound of her voice. Her mood seemed to have completely shifted, like everything that had just happened, hadn't. It actually kind of... hurt. But he shoved that feeling away, the voices returned to their scolding and demanding. If she dropped it, he'd drop it also. Maybe it was something, but it wouldn't be anything while she was like this. Yes, she was still Mikka, but this 'Moon Pollen' had inverted something within her. And Lucius wanted her back to the way she was, he wasn't much for change, and if he had to deal with her like this much longer. Well, he didn't know if he could take it. Is this how people are with him and his masks? Is this how it feels?
The assassin held a rather calm face for feeling like he had his heart brutally ripped from his chest followed by being shoved back in all twisted and battered and in the wrong way. He returned his cane to his hand, he hadn't realized that he'd dropped it, probably during that whole situation. Using it he maneuvered his way through the room. It was definitely a lot more torn up from when he was here last. He lifted a leg to step over a broken stool. She threw quite the tantrum, and he was just now noticing the effects now that he was actually able to walk through his apartment. He made it over the the window where the canine stood, the screams were even clearer here then where he was previously. Ah those familiar cries of mercy, pleading for help, shrieks of pain and fear, how he missed when this brought this pleasure. Now it just annoyed him. Even if he didn't, Mikka seemed to quite enjoy this, he didn't really remember her being the sadist type. Perhaps this was an effect of the pollen, or maybe it was something that was hiding deep within her. Whatever it was, he wasn't used to seeing her with that sort of personality. It was usually him that was like that.
Did it bother him that she was acting like that? Yes, but not in the way you might think. He was quite the sadist himself, grim and any humor he had was darker then his sense of style. So her seeing pleasure from the pain of others didn't bug him. It was the fact he doesn't remember her acting like this before, being that he's not very fond of change, despite how much it has changed in these last few months and years. But out of all the different traits she had because of the pollen, he could see himself getting used to this one at the very least. Despite how it bugged him he said nothing about it to her, of course he wouldn't do so anyways, you know how he is with expressing his emotions. But out of all the different personality traits she had because of the pollen, he could see himself getting used to this one at the very least. He released a sigh  "It'd be nice if they just got it over with." He said, almost muttering. He lifted his cane up and finished breaking the window, using the bottom frame to steady his aim, he listened. When he pinpointed where it seemed to closest and loudest screams were coming from, he shot. Though he was blind, and shooting not being his strongest point, his aim was impeccable. You couldn't even hear the gunshot, only the silence from the now dead person. Their corpse still remained a victim to the monsters that terrorized the streets. He heaved another sigh and pulled his walking staff back inside. Placing it firmly on the floor, he leaned his weight into and relaxed his body, he didn't realize how sore he was until now.

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Lucius Foss ⛧ Guildless ⛧ A-Rank
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Lucius didn't believe her, he could tell that she wasn't lying, no this Mikka wasn't against torture. But the actual one he knew? Well he wasn't sure he should allow her to continue to do, whatever the hell she was doing. He wasn't sure if she'd forgive him for letting her do such terrible actions, or maybe she'd blame it all on herself despite it not being her fault. Though the other half of him wanted to let her continue to have her fun, and maybe join in. But what tantrum would she throw if he told her to stop, to control this dark aura that flooded from her tiny silhouette. The assassin wasn't often struck with a moral dilemma, he was a killer, a thief, and quite the sadist himself (at least he used to be), so what would he know about morals? He turned his head towards the young woman, he hadn't really been listening to her words. No, he'd been more in a daze, but she broke him from that when she leaned herself against him. If anything he'd been paying more attention to her actions. But now that he was listening to her, what did she mean by that statement? He guessed she must've had some darker side that he somehow never noticed before. It felt like Astrid all over again.
If she apparently feeds of negative energy, had he been feeding of his, cause no doubt he had plenty. He wasn't quite sure, maybe he'd ask after this whole moon pollen situation was over, which hopefully was soon. She broke contact with him for only a moment before placing her hand on his own. Mikka was so small compared to him, but it didn't make her any less dangerous, especially as she was now. But who was he to stop her actions, it would make him nothing but a hypocrite. But if he truly cared for her, wouldn't he care for her actual feelings, and not this sadistic monster's? He didn't know what to do, he was so confused he wanted to scream. He was so used to just worrying about himself and his own actions. This situation was almost completely new to him. She was clearly trying to torture the innocent bystanders below, more so then they were already were by the monsters. He knew why she kept this Inugami energy contained. Because she was a good person, well maybe not the best person, but certainly better then him. Maybe he didn't know what she's been through since the last time he saw her, but he knew she wouldn't needlessly kill people, not without a reason. No, that was his job, he was just a filthy sinner after all.
The dark mage placed his other hand over top of hers, hoping to regain her attention. Considering how rare it was for him to initiate gentle contact, he figured it'd do the trick. "Mikka," it felt so strange to speak her name, but he couldn't think about that right now, he continued to speak "control yourself." He said sternly. His eyes seemed to stare right into hers despite his lack of vision, his expression remained blank. He clutched her hand harder, his apathetic face twisting and distorting into a malicious grin. His own deadly aura spilling forth, combating her own, screaming blood lust to all in his vicinity as it sapped their life force. "You wouldn't be happening to try and show me up, would you?" He asked, his voice warbling from the giggling that emerged. If her personality was inverted, he figured he'd be more likely to scare her into stopping. If not, well, he'd just have to kill all the people before she did. He wouldn't mind having to exert a his last bit of energy ending lives so the blood wouldn't be on the ace's hands. A twisted solution from a twisted individual.

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Lucius Foss ⛧ Guildless ⛧ A-Rank
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The assassin could see there wasn't stopping the Inugami, she was going to torture people if he didn't kill them before she was able to do so. He wasn't really worried about the people, he could care less about there lives. He worried more about the legal ace's reputation, something he seemed to worry more about then herself, at least while she was like this. If he didn't care about her as much as he did, he'd let her do as he pleased. But of course, his stupid emotions had to get in the way, as always. He was really sick of them sometimes, it was either one or the other. Either he was completely apathetic to everything, just a blank slate of nothingness. And other times he was like this. Which others might still consider still rather heartless and apathetic, but it was actually a rather large step for the young man. He wished he could be all alone, in silence, where he could just rest and pass on peacefully, however long that would take. But it seemed deep down inside, he actually wanted something more then, well, nothingness. He truly wanted to love, even in this twisted way that he did. And to be loved, despite how much he thought he despised it. How much he actually longed to be... normal. He'd seen all those normal people in Peace Village and he looked down on them, thinking he had it all. But it was all in his head, who knew the scenario was actually switched all along.
His deadly aura remained in the air, as it was easier to release then to retrieve. Though I guess if he was going on a murderous rampage, it would be useful to him, but it didn't really help him be stealthy. Cause it basically screamed to everybody that he was there, maybe not the exact location, but it still wasn't very inconspicuous. Oh well, deal with it he shall. "So it's a race then," The dark mage chuckled "Let's see if you can even get to anyone before I do." He wouldn't let her touch a single person, not with her aura, not at all, not if he could help it. Though none of this appeared in his expression or in his aura, he just seemed like his old self, but it was just a lie. Which I guess, was just another thing like his old self, lying every second, putting on a friendly face and acting normal just to fit in. He despised it then, but he wondered, if he didn't do the evil things he'd done back then how would his life be now? However it would've turned out, that wasn't his biggest concern at the moment. Right now he had to protect Mikka from herself.
Lucius removed his hand from the top of the canines and grabbed at the bottom of the window. He cut himself on a glass shard, but you couldn't tell he did from his face, as the boy didn't even flinch. After forcefully shoving the window open despite it being locked, he completely removed himself from the contact of the small woman, though regretfully. The assassin jumped feet first out the window, and rather swiftly at that. His apartment was at the top of the building, but it still wasn't that long of a fall, and it would've been easily broken legs for him. But instead, he just vanished. He appeared not even a split second later in the shadow of a running civilian, his hand grabbed their shirt collar, making them harshly stop. They screamed, but not for more then a second before the assassin swiftly slashed them across the throat. Before missing a beat he twisted on his heels and tossed the soon-to-be corpse to a pack of three candle wolves. Then he vanished again, this time appearing right in front of an innocent bystander. What a terrifying sight it would be to see, trying to save yourself by running from these terrifying monsters, to only be faced with something more terrifying then them. An assassin shrouded in shadows, a sickeningly large grin spread across his pale face. Fear was the last emotion they felt before being impaled through the heart.

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