Open An Unending Duty

[Lucia Mierz]

For Lucia, the time without the game had been almost pure hell. While she'd calmed down a lot from how she once was, it didn't stop her from loathing the real world, her disapproval for it would never really disappear completely as long as it remained the way it was. Unlike the game, there was no magic that could change things at a snap, no grand fate awaiting her, no place where she felt like she belonged that she didn't make herself. Truly it was a cursed place to her, but no matter how cursed, when she thought of the goddess who helped her through the game from the start, the one who looked over her journey no matter how modest, she couldn't just throw in the towel and die again in vain to become a permanent resident. Her lives as well as her deaths should mean something she thought for that goddess to be satisfied, and so she waited, and waited until this moment, and when it finally arrived she was beyond ready.

While others might have met others to talk about their time away or meet friends, Lucia began with sprinting. As fast as her legs could carrier her she left town and ran down the closest exiting road she could find. Swinging her head left to right to make sure she was on the right path to the outskirts where she wouldn't be seen. Trying to avoid the eyes of locals, guards or wanderers who might pass by, she chose a random hunting ground where gnolls and other beasts tended to gather. It would be a place for her away from the general public's eye, and while some might be in danger of attacks she didn't fear for her life from average beasts and creatures.

Once she was satisfied, she'd reach down towards the dirt with a smile on her face, bright, welcoming, full of emotion she hadn't experienced since being kicked out. "So, you've been waiting for me... All of you?" She asked while turning her head left to right. It was an empty grassy field, but those types of places had always been home for her in this game. Too eager to waste more time, she stood up right, arms out to project as the 7 black rings at her back began to rotate slowly like a gyroscope.

"Standing in the moment, waiting for the end.
There's gonna be a lesson, coming around the bend.
Every day I wander, looking for a thrill.
Can you hear the thunder, rolling down the hill?
I can't breath unless you, look at me and follow
I can't breath unless you look at me~
Were you satisfied with your life?
As you sleep through each night, do you feel alive?"

It was a long incantation, but it was one never suited for battle. As she sang each line, another one of her rings would break away from the others with a metallic ring. Bound in glittering purple threads they spread out to form a boundary around her, with each ring leading threads back towards her. With strings in hand, she began repeating the lines again 'Are you satisfied?' calling out again and again as she tugged the strings, tangling and untangling like a puppeteer.

It wouldn't take long for her movements to produce results. After only a few gestures, armored hands began to break through the soil digging their way out. Some pushing out furniture or posts, others carrying carpets or racks out of the ground. Dressed as paladins wrapped in black armor, each resembled a black knight but one was special among the others. Reaching out more lightly armored, with long draconian spear in hand, her General rose to her feet.

"Leader... I've heard your call."
"Sylvanas."
"I too, have answered the call Miss."
"Mortimer?"

The second one seemed to manifest from the air rather then the soil. Like a black gust of smoke, the long coat and lack of legs that instead only left an indistinct smoke-y billow instead. Her steward Mortimer appeared with shadow covered face obscured by a porcelain mask. The man bowed in a gentlemanly manner when he received her question as if it were natural. Taking in the sight of her two most trusted subordinates, as well as the gradual construction of her nobleman's tent she felt that sense of home and familiarity stronger then ever.

"I suppose after four years there's work to be done mm? Shall we get started?" She couldn't help asking brightly. Thinking of just spending the rest of the construction process admiring the undead at work. Finally... Finally she was back.

 

[Seto Kurama]

Four years....four years It's been since the sudden rupture in his life that forced him to withdraw from the virtual world that was Terrasphere and yet, as he gazed upon the dancing leaves in the wind, he still found himself taken back by what he saw. Everything, from it's people to the beauty of the land, as far as his crimson eyes would take him, remained unaffected by time, unlike himself and the others. He couldn't tell If that was a curse or a blessing in disguise but as a individual whom now had a reason so fight, he wouldn't allow himself to be taken by this world and it's crazy rules. His wife wouldn't allow it. He could only hope she forgive him for what he had done, to have ignored her and make his return. He knew the risks involved and he knew the reasoning behind his return was for purely selfish reasons but that didn't matter. He had no choice in the matter. He might be a changed man and while he could thank his wife and daughter for that, he had unfinished business on here. No matter how long It would take, he would find her...and kill her for making him the monster he became. His honor demanded it, there was no other way getting around it, and until she was laid dead before him, he would never be able to get her out of his mind....but would be for another time.

Today had a different purpose. It had been four years and his knowledge had obviously waned since that time. While he certainly felt no weaker than the last time he had been in this virtual world, he was no longer the same person he once was, and his abilities reflected in that. Gone was his mastery over the dark arts, having been replaced by another power that would suit him much better. He didn't miss being the ebony duke of the past, and as a person who now viewed himself as a person of honor, he had no wish in it's use, especially after the damage It had brought upon him. It only brought up memories that were best forgotten. Besides for that however, he had also abandoned his mastery over the arcane arts since It had fundamentally changed since his last use. To regain the speed he was once famous for, he had to make few more compromises than he was comfortable with but If he was right, the trade would be worth it. The only thing left to do now was to sharpen his reflexes and test his new abilities in battle.

Luckily for him, as he was making his way towards the capital, he had remembered a old hunting ground he had been told of, one that was infamous for it's large population of gnolls and other similar beasts. Since everything else had remained the same, he was hopeful this place would be no different. He just hoped no one of lesser skill would be there. He had no wish for anyone to be injured, let alone killed, but he simply didn't want to deal with that type of situation at the moment. After he made up his mind and locked in his destination, he continued on his way down the old cobblestone path set before him. Within a few minutes of his walking however, It didn't take long for him to take notice of a neighboring town. Despite the temptation, with his mind trying to tempt him to enter for a cup of tea, he ignored it along with any individual that came into view. He'd make a note to return surely but now, he had more important matters to attend to. Before he knew it, as he drew himself further and further away from the town and into the nearby forest, any hints of civilization escaped from his view.

That of course, didn't stop him as he pressed on, though as time did go on, his inner self had tried yet again to tempt him, this time prompting him to employ one of his new abilities as to close the distance between themselves and the hunting ground nearby, but he disagreed. Wanting to save that little bit of fun for the combat trials would take place soon, he suppressed those temptations for now as he continued on his way on foot. From there, It would only take a further several minutes before he reach the clearance of the forest but once he did, he found himself pleasantly surprised, having arrived at the grassland sooner than expected. After his arrival, his initial plan was to rummage through the area until he stumbled across a tribe of gnolls or orc's but those plans quickly changed when he began hearing something that reminded himself of his past, something he now dreaded, a incantation, and by a woman's voice no less.

Now on guard but curious nonetheless, with every step taken lightly as to better conceal his presence for a worst case scenario, he slowly inched himself up the hill until he was further up just enough that allow him to peer over the top, revealing several figures and the woman he presumably heard. Upon closer inspection however, he quickly realized what he was dealing with, undead, but not just any undead. No, what he was dealing with was undead that could only be conjured up by those like her, those highly in tuned with the dark arts. Such a revelation however only made him sigh in response. Of course this would be his luck. Only his second time logging in and he runs into a powerful dark user, what were the odds of all things? If that wasn't bad enough, now his mind wanted to run rampant, wanting to pester him with several more questions he had no intention of answering right now. With the circumstances he now found himself in, along with the numerous different sounds that were now originating from the other side of the hill, there was nothing he could do but gather his intentional thoughts and recompose himself.

If he was going to do anything, he needed to know who he was going up against and for that, he would need another careful peek. Peeking over the hill very subtle like, past the tent that clearly had the size and marking of a noteworthy individual, as well as the addition of a few new undead he hadn't seen before, he quickly found himself awestruck of sorts once his eyes laid upon the woman that was supposedly his target. Between the long, raven black colored hair, the flawless skin, lithe like body and the sultry like clothing she wore to complement her body, the pieces fell into place almost instantly. From that moment forward, there could be no doubt about it, that woman had to be none other than Lucia herself, the once famed Duchess of Astorea, his female equivalent in a way, If they still even had their tittles, which he very well doubted. Once the realization sat in, instead of resisting the urge to face palm himself for mistaking Lucia as some random NPC or that other woman, he instantly recomposed himself, making sure he looked "normal" or as normal as he could be, as he brought his hands together under his kimono's sleeves before starting his climb up the hill. Once he was at the top after a few short moments of walking, he redirected his attention towards Lucia and spoke up with a friendly demeanor. "Lucia? Is that you? What a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here, let alone a old acquaintance such as yourself." Having said that, he continued his approach down the shallow hill, making sure he posed no threat to either them or Lucia herself. As he found himself nearing the bottom the shallow hill however, he spoke up in the same demeanor from before. "Apologies If I'm intruding. I meant no disrespect of course. I'm simply making a stop on my way towards the capital. Since this is a old hunting range, I thought I'd test my new abilities since it's along the way." Once he reached the bottom after saying his peace, he would wait a few moments for a response. If for some reason he wouldn't, he would simply take his leave. He had no ill will against her so It wasn't like he stick around If she didn't want him too.

 

[Lucia Mierz]

While Lucia was enjoying her time with those she considered closer then her family. It had been far too long since she last got to enjoy and revel in her role of being a Saintess. Content to merely stand among her high tier companions while the lower ones go about working and setting up the site to be more presentable and long lasting. It was Lucia's modus operandi to wander the outskirts of towns to avoid confrontations with people who might be looking to hunt undead.

The moment Seto's eyes fell on Lucia though, the first one to notice would be the Wraith standing beside her. The porcelain mask that was his face turning with it's gaze falling on Seto in turn. Among her undead, Mortimer was the one who was often most aware of the goings on in the surroundings. Ghosts and Wraiths were under the stewards command that doubled as an assassin and spymaster for Lucia. The watchful gaze continued as Seto approached, watchful but passive so long as there was no intent carried in the gaze there was no reason for Mortimer to strike first.

When she was spoken to, Lucia's head tilted, the voice was familiar, but not one she had much experience with. She knew who the man was and the role he'd played naturally, but at the same time he stood on the opposing side of Lucia who largely supported Astor and the status quo. "Mm? I am yes, unchanged, as I always was." She spoke, charming as ever, a mellow smile adding to her welcoming demeanor despite their old differences. "Not intruding certainly, my home is always open for travelers, even back when I was a homeless vagrant passing nights in Temples. I hadn't thought we were so close that you would approach like this though given everything that happened." She commented in passing, there was no real accusational tone in her words, instead she spoke bluntly and matter of factly.

Though at the talk of testing new skills, she perked a brow. Had he changed his skills? She stretched her hands out, delicate pale fingers creating ripples as she felt around the air just in front of her until one of her fingers was snagged by a translucent purple thread. Tangling her finger in it and tugging until more and more strings were caught on her fingers, as if playing cat's cradle she gradually began trying to isolate a single thread, stretching it between her fingers where a clean break seemed to exist in whatever woven tapestry she was examining. "Hm, something is different I suppose. So you've already made some kind of transition then is that right?" She asked, as if that were what she'd discovered from examining the Fate Weave. Shaking her hands as if to let the threads return to their natural state. All the while Sylvanas remained somewhat between them in the event of some kind of surprise attack.

@Seto Kurama

 

[Seto Kurama]

Hearing her acknowledge his presence in such a way brought on a smile to his face but why? He wasn't certain but nonetheless, It made him feel something he rarely felt in Terrasphere, happiness. Regardless, hearing her sweet, almost enchanting like voice, Lucia was still charming as ever, even as she spoke in a normal tone. If anyone had a natural talent for the arts of seduction, It would certainly be her. When she finished her initial statement, stating she was the same ol Lucia, he wasn't sure how to make of that, If that was a good thing or a bad thing, although in an attempt to conceal his true thoughts on the matter, he made no visible gesture as to show no disrespect. When she continued the conversation with the same charming voice, stating he was far from intruding, he found himself relieved, causing him to sigh happily as he briefly closed his eyes. When the fair duchess made her next comment however, stating she was a tad surprised by his sudden appearance, evident by their prior dealings, everything changed. Without any warning or a initial comment, he had suddenly burst into a series of light hearted laughter, clearly unable to control himself initially. "Heh..I suppose not." Upon the delivery of those joyous words and his return to his normal, calm self, he tilted his head in Lucia's direction and perhaps to her dismay, he laid his eyes upon hers, displaying a clear indication he was serious about he was about to say next. "But if you would grant me the honor, I'd like to bury the hatchet so to say, If possible." As If he was overwhelmed by embarrassment or perhaps his shame or perhaps a combination of both, he looked away from Lucia. "I know we didn't see eye to eye on things in the past but....I'd like to change that, no matter our status." Calming himself via a heavy exhale of trapped air, he mustered his courage and returned his attention on the fair, raven black duchess that stood only a dozen or so feet from him. "I would much rather have you as a potential friend or even as a mere alley If possible, than.....whatever we had before..."

Having said that much, most likely to her shock to some extent, he found himself suddenly retreating to the safety of his own silence, preferring to watch his former rival, If he could call her that, work than speak more for the time being. He had no idea what would be going through her mind but he sincerely hoped she could tell he was genuine. He had no reason to lie or put on an act and while it was true, he didn't know her well, he'd like to change that If possible. Thanks to this development, he found himself nearly spacing out. If It hadn't been for Lucia speaking up several moments later, citing something was different about him, he wasn't sure how his mind would be. Once he made a quick recovery after his mind made a note of what she said, he chuckled at bit at her words as he tilted his head in her direction. "Heh, well?...Life has a tenancy of doing that." Having said that in a relaxed, almost care free matter, that was the moment when he noticed the lightly armored undead armed with a draconic like spear standing between him and Lucia, no doubt to act as some barrier. "Must be nice to have servants willing to die for you." He thought to himself as a part of his former self manifested in that moment. He quickly suppressed it however before he turned his attention to the undead in question with a faint smile and a semi serious disposition, although one could clearly see the hints of annoyance in his voice as he spoke. "Worry not, I have no interest in attacking your mistress...although...since your a undead, and I know you won't take me at my word, how about I allow you temporary custody of Murasama, my blade? It's not like I'm much of a threat without it." Despite giving the undead a supposed choice, he chose not to wait. As a consequence, after mustering some of his bodily energies into the palm of his right hand, he materialized the handle of the seven foot long monstrosity that was his odachi into the grip of his right hand. With his blade now in hand, in the most none threatening gesture he could make, he presented the handle to the undead to take. While he wasn't entirely truthful to what he had just said mere moments ago, He still doubt he could bring any real harm upon her If he wanted, not that It was his intention anyway.

@Lucia Mierz

 

[Lucia Mierz]

Lucia didn't take to the laughter as something wrong or abnormal. One of her summons was at the least prone to fits of demented laughter so such outbursts weren't something she wasn't adjusted to even if it was perhaps strange or abnormal. To her best recollection she hadn't had many encounters with the man outside of being opposing political rivals so she tried not to judge too harshly. Unaware that he might be tense in his request for burying the hatchet though she accepted it almost flippantly, as if it were a non-issue. "I don't mind. Provided whatever political ambitions you had of overturning the balance have also been buried, I have no reason to be overly combative with anyone. As for our 'status', well, we've different outlooks on that. Before anything else we're both players in this game; to some our status might seem lofty but in the end we are merely that." She spoke bluntly.

To Lucia the game had never been one of political jabs or intrigue, while she was capable of participating in such games she didn't see the value in it. It was why when her friend Astor ended up becoming King, she didn't follow along as some type of administrator and instead chose to support him from afar, behind the veil. If Seto had once been a black duke in the limelight, Lucia had been an obscure figure lurking just beyond the curtains watching and working.

The vague challenge to her summons and their loyalty though made her smile with mirth. "One who's once died need not eternally lie, with great Love and great Envy even death may die." A butchered quote for some, but for Lucia who appreciated the rhyme scheme altered it to suit herself and her summons. After having long since transcended what some would refer to as a normal undead status she knew they were by large capable of outlasting not only the player base but likely even kingdoms and dynasties as well.

Naturally her subordinates had different opinions. Sylvanas, her general that held spear in hand in particular was particularly frosty to the veiled threat one might interpret from the comment about wiliness to die. "To mistake us with common Phantoms or Death Knights would be a gross miscalculation. Even down to the Squires of the Paladin order; It's a disservice to the leader's commitment to our futures to have eyes but not see." The creature protested, long willowy brows knit in disapproval. Alternatively the Wraith steward merely continued observing through Sylvanas's protest only briefly interjecting afterwards. "The dubious nature of a politician's about face is also vaguely alarming good sir, I'm sure you understand as well the nature of selling someone 'perceived safety' at a negotiating table." The Wraith spoke more eloquently then the armored general who was more upset at being judged.

The discourse wasn't something that bothered Lucia though. Instead, none of the undead reaching for the man's blade to disarm him, rather they maintained vigilance for another reason. "It's not the blade they're so concerned of. So many people in this game refine their skills by butchering the wildlife or delivering pies or stationary to gather experience and Masteries they've long since ruled out players as a threat to me. Instead they understand well the core of my power and instead intend to safeguard that with their action." She explained with a mellow smile, even if it were someone weaker, Sylvanas and Mortimer would remain weary of anyone who had a reputation for discourse and what it might mean for Lucia.

@Seto Kurama

 

[Seto Kurama]

Despite the lack of seriousness in her tone, It didn't bother him, If anything, he was grateful for her bluntly accepting his request. He understood that this path he had decided to take would be a long and arduous one, that he couldn't hide from his past self but that was fine, It only meant he have to correct the mistakes of the past. Still, finding himself at the mercy of her words, the former duke made a relaxed expression as he raised one of his eyebrows while shrugging with his shoulders. "Don't have much of that nowadays. I suppose If Astor would reinstate our positions, I would do as he asks, If only for the sake of honor....but as you know, I've always been more of a warrior than some administrator. My only intention now is finding the woman who cursed me and doing what is right. I realize the irony in that though. My past self would scoff at me, telling me I was some naïve, idealistic fool. Perhaps there is some truth to that....but I'm content with life now....That man carried baggage few would understand. Anyway though, If the later does occur, I sincerely hope we can work together, If only for Astorea's sake." Despite the laid back confidence, deep down, on some level, he still felt conflicted on the matter. On one end, he really didn't want such a responsibility beyond possibly having a servant or two and leading others into battle but on the other end? After he not only founded an academy but became a leader of his local community, he felt obligated to do his part, to ensure not only the safety of the people within this land, but their prosperity as well. There was also his wife's influence which he couldn't very well ignore in good confidence. She always was and still is the supporter of "If you had the power to make a difference, to give people a better tomorrow, than you should." He felt obligated by those words alone even though the other portion of his inner self wanted to run away, to be a free spirit, to help in his own way. He admired Lucia for that in a way even If he couldn't say that publicly for whatever mundane reason he had came up with.

Caught up in his own thinking again, causing the man to slightly tilt his head downwards towards the ground while rubbing the tip of his chin with his left hand, he unintentionally avoided Lucia's "butchered" quote. Somehow though, despite his mind having been lost in thought, he still managed enough of his attention span to hear what the both of the undead had to say after he had offer up Murasama as a show of good faith, prompting him to return to reality for the time being. With a sympathetic smile, he turned his attention to the both of them as he spoke up humbly. "Apologies, I meant no disrespect towards you or my "former" political rival. You have to forgive me, I'm....not well acquainted with beings such as yourself. I've only been hunted by your lesser brethren....and those who haunt me still." Realizing the folly of his actions, not realizing the undead had more sentience than he had thought previously, Seto quickly dematerialized his Murasama from his grasp and sent it back to his pocket dimension he used for storage before turning his whole heated attention back on Lucia as she spoke up, explaining the reasoning behind their subtle outburst towards him after his unintentional disrespect. In the end, Seto continued with his sympathetic tone. "Fair Enough." He tone suddenly turned more depressing as he slightly turned his attention elsewhere. "I guess it's a given people will always associate me with the "Black Duke" of Ivalice, a notorious, corrupted individual who murdered and tortured on the fly, the man who burnt down entire villages just to achieve his goals. It's unsettling to think about.....Guess that means, I'll have to prove the world wrong....Heh....I'm sure that will lead to my death more than once..." After saying that, as If to hide himself from Lucia, shifted his head in the complete other direction. Forming a fist in his right hand, a scowl like expression formed over his face as he muttered to himself. "That accursed witch...."

@Lucia Mierz

 

[Lucia Mierz]

Lucia would give a vague shrug in response, whatever the reason, change was good, change was what allowed for growth and development. It was a law she very much supported at least. In regards to their positions though, Lucia was as indifferent now about it as she had been before when she'd had her title. "Everyone has their reasons for change, but I worry your motives are less then pure. Call it honor and duty but in the end, it's revenge isn't it?" Lucia asked, her smile a bit dry when asking. However one might try to doctor it up it didn't sound like a quest for redemption but one for revenge with golden dressings of 'justice' and 'righteousness'.

"Do be careful. I find there's often nothing more hypocritical then 'Good' after all. There's nothing more dangerous then swinging from one extreme to the other and believing that to be balance achieved." She explained bitter still about the path that Seto seemed to set himself on. It was certainly explained colorfully, but to Lucia who was forever an advocate of Law and balance extremes were dangerous no matter what side or how they aligned.

Her summons weren't too bothered by the misunderstanding though. While they maintained their level of vigilance even still they understood their identities as high tier undead well. Instead, it was Lucia who exhaled a sigh at the man's talk about his reputation following him. She could only nod her head, actions taken aren't so easily taken back. "As I said, Seto, I worry you're vision is clouded still, just as much-- No, perhaps more then it had been before?" She asked tilting her head, glancing at the man as if trying to decipher if it was indeed more or not. "Why have you come back? To prove that you aren't a monster? To kill this woman? To spit in the face of who you were or try to change people's minds? Even together these do not sound like a worthy goal for a second chance. If I may, I would suggest you find some tranquility and look inward. If there is darkness, find the light to balance it and stay sane, if there is only light, embrace some darkness to stay human. If you haven't come back here to 'Live' then I'm concerned you would be safer in reality." She expressed wearily.

For Lucia, this world was her life, her reality was poison, there was nothing on that side for her, so the risks she took here, the ambitions she had were all worth the danger. That however, was not the case for others, for some those 4 years were spent with family, were spent working on a career, were spent with dear friends. For the newbies the game was perhaps fun and interesting, but for veterans who understood the dangers and risks of the game, many would chose the 'life' in reality.

 

[Seto Kurama]

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was the fair duchess worried about him? He hadn't expected a response like that but nonetheless, It was a undoubtedly a welcoming one at least, even if said concern was artificial at best, If she was going show concern for him, even on an artificial level, he would give her the benefit of the doubt and resist the urge to do anything that might make him come off as offensive, he owed her that much. With that in mind, he remained calm and pleasant as he could as he kept his attention on Lucia, making a equally pleasant smile in the process. "Actually no, but given everything that's happened and what I've already told you, I'm not surprised you came to that conclusion. I expect others will come to a similar conclusion as well. That cannot be helped." Closing his eyes, a genuine, warm like smile took form as he continued. "I doubt you believe me...and that's fine...but after being free from it's influence, and feeling a deep, genuine love that I thought was lost to me, It's freed me from my old shackles and given me hope, allowing me to be the man I always wanted to be. It doesn't come without it's own consequences...but that's to be expected." Allowing Lucia to continue, he gave off a dreamy like expression as he stood there listening, now more relaxed than ever. This would leave himself open for an attack however, giving Lucia or one of her servants a opportunity to attack, If that was what she wanted. He wouldn't mind though. Despite being traditionally a man of great paranoia, after speaking his mind, he felt at ease and in a way, whole. If she was going to attack, he had no reason to resist. Who better to lay judgement upon him than someone whom had been the opposite of his old self? After all, perhaps she knew him better then himself, even if every word he had said was true.

What came next was the follow up to her previous statements which, despite the tone Lucia took after sighing, he kept his eyes wholeheartedly on her, not daring to turn his attention away as she spoke the bitter truth. In the spite of the fact that her words were harsh, they were important questions, which deserved an answer to. Not wanting to disappoint, or be disrespectful for that matter, he waited patiently for his exhausted companion to finish before taking the opportunity to gasp for some air. He took a few moments to collect his thoughts. In doing so, with a smile on his face, his eye's gazed up at the sky, admiring all the beauty It was willing to share, all the while a gust of wind flew past them, causing his long, lapis colored hair to flicker through the wind. When he returned to Lucia, he looked upon her with a calm expression, albeit one that held some concern beyond the exterior. "I hear you.....and I understand, more than you know....but most importantly....there's no words I can give to show how appreciative I am towards you. To think you show concern for somebody like me....well that's generous of you. Your a good person Lucia." For a instance or two afterwards, while he continued his gaze into her violet colored eyes, he made a wholesome smile aimed towards her before he suddenly turned serious and composed, something surely she was more accustomed to. "The reasoning behind my return is to kill the woman who broke me and so many others, but despite what you may think, it's not out of malice, but the responsibility I have towards those she's killed." Closing his eyes, he turned away in disgust, clearly towards himself. "And the ones I took...while under her influence...." Staying calm, he turned back towards Lucia and continued. "It's no secret that the "Black Duke", my previous self, was no saint, but he was no monster compared to the likes of her. He didn't kill for no reason, and he certainly didn't find any amusement in it, that much I can tell you. Whether or not you care enough to believe me though is up to you." Taking a moment exhale some air from his lungs, Seto rested his hand on his hip before he proceeded further with their conversation.

"I know I didn't have to return, that I could have walked away like last time, and pretend she didn't exist....but that would have been the easy way, not the right way.....and while I don't know if you can understand or not, or even want to for that matter, know that I still have a responsibility to the people of Astorea, NPC "and" Player alike, besides for those whom have already been lost. This may be a virtual world Lucia, but that doesn't mean I have to stop caring for it, or the kingdom I helped founded." Having grown a bit tired after standing for so long, he looked for a nearby spot to sit down before placing his hands on his thigh's before continuing. "I'm doing this because I must, because If I don't, she stop at nothing until the world left in tatters, created by her own chaos. That said, If by some miracle I succeed, I don't expect forgiveness...or acceptance. I'm merely fulfilling my duty, by eliminating a witch who thrives on chaos but atlas, this is a burden I must carry alone. I refuse to allow others to fall victim to her manipulative ways like I once did. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself otherwise. To be used...and discarded, no one but me perhaps deserves such a fate." After saying all that, as If he knew he had gone on for far too long, a small series of chuckles suddenly escaped his lips as he expressed his light hearted concern about the situation. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to tire you out by monologuing. How about we just relax and enjoy a nice cup of tea? It is good for the soul after all."

@Lucia Mierz

 

[Lucia Mierz]

Lucia shook her head in answer when it came to understanding or believing in his words. It wasn't exactly her place from the start, her roll had never been the judgement of others or assigning consequence either. That had always been Astor's role or perhaps the role of public opinion rather then her own. In those types of affairs more often then not she played the role of an observer only stepping in for participation when asked. "It's not about what I believe Seto, it's about what you believe. It's important you have an understanding of your objective and your motivations. If it is revenge, there's no harm in calling it revenge, nor would it reduce the impact or the drive. Likewise if it was Justice there's no harm in maintaining it as Justice but things become complicated when they are misguided. The act of revenge stops at the killing but if you aim to enforce justice there's more then merely killing to be done is all I mean. You seem to know that already though... All that remains is for you to be certain which is your true aim." She shrugged. Whichever he chose, it wasn't her place to step in, she merely wanted to make sure he wasn't lost along the way chasing two goals.

Despite his vulnerabilities though, Lucia wasn't the type to attack. Particularly when he mentioned her generosity and concern. It provoked a warm laugh, melodic and sweet on the ears as it was hearty. A smile full of mirth spread across her face as she shook her head in denial. "I'm not good, that I would never claim. Like yourself I've also killed villages of civilians for my ambition when I was but a simple archer wandering from temple to temple. The difference being I was very aware of my actions, and when I looked into the eyes of the ones I poisoned for power, I, much like yourself, swung to the opposite extreme. Becoming a priestess not wanting to harm, I used my powers to save lives but quickly found those people I hoped to save and rescue grow dependent on me. They stopped trying to better themselves and came to me for everything. This is why I can speak from experience, two extremes do not make a balance." She offered from memories, both were dark times for her before she'd settled into her role as a necromancer. First a dark mage, then a priestess, now a genuine saint and a duchess.

The longer he spoke though, he'd reached a topic that made Lucia's brow furrow. The topic of this world being 'virtual' caused her expression to dip from warm to frosty quickly. "Mm... Don't speak to me about the validity of this world. What would you or those others who only know how to swing a weapon and press a button while shouting some colorful phrases know about this world we're a part of? What would you people who play your political games antagonizing people in bids for more power understand about what makes this world 'real'?" That frosty atmosphere thickened as her brow knit further. 4 years, it had been 4 years since she could feel alive, 52.1429 weeks of living without purpose, 1460 days of suffering through routine, 23,360 hours of praying for anything different, 1,401,600 minutes of losing her mind, 84,096,000 seconds she counted down wondering how much was too much to wait. She spent that time dying slowly, so horrifyingly and pitifully slowly as she felt every moment of her existence bleed away in that cursed place she was forced to return to to eat and drink so she could come back to the place she felt she belonged. She was finally back, finally able to feel her own pulse again, finally able to see color and feel warmth on her skin again and here on this most monumental of days, someone would dare imply that she merely took this world as some kind of afternoon fun time activity?

It made her clench her fists and unclench, trying to divert that volatile reaction elsewhere. Very few understood her point of view, very few who saw the world through her eyes. Trying to keep that in mind, putting in physical effort to grip her fists and find some understanding she exerted herself to calm down. Others do not endure the same kind of existence... Being patient... Being understanding... it was all a part of 'love'.

When she finally settled down she exhaled a breath and nodded along. "It's fine." She murmured exhaling again trying to breath out all of that intensity. "It's fine. As I said it's best to ensure you're on a proper path well aware of it's twists and turns rather then running down one while thinking of another. As for the threat of the world becoming tattered, I wouldn't worry. So long as I can reach the Fate Weave, nothing so dramatic would come to pass unless it goes through me first." She tried to offer some consolation, so long as Lucia could reach into and examine fate's design something like schemes or plans weren't anything to worry about.

The mention of tea made her turn her head to the Wraith in question. "Mortimer, Tea, maybe a table and... I think I need something sweet." Lucia spoke rubbing her forehead to try and smooth away the last of the feeling that had been provoked until she could smile normally again.

 

[Seto Kurama]

In Lucia fashion, she gave him an answer he hadn't been expecting yet in the short time he had spent with her? It wasn't one outside the realm of possibility. She was just a outsider whom was looking in and giving him her advice. In this regard, Lucia reminded him of his dear Michiko whom often looked out for him yet never stepped outside her boundaries, much to his astonishment, not even when It was about Miho. Regardless, even If her concern was on an artificial level, he appreciated the kind words and the concern she was showing. What she was saying however wasn't wrong, but he wasn't lying either about how he felt. Nonetheless, that didn't stop him from tilting his head ever so slightly in the opposite direction, showing clear signs he was disheartened on the subject, as evident when he spoke. "I mean? If I'm being completely honest with you, yeah...there is some part of me that wants to see her dead, especially at my feet. If I could help it." After saying that, without any warning, he suddenly snapped his full attention back on Lucia with more confidence. "But at the end of the day, I've been able to suppress those feelings and stay objective, even If it can be difficult at times." Still eying her, he gently caressed the bottom of his chin with his thumb before he continued. "I'll do what's required of me and more. Simply eliminating her from this world won't be enough, that much I know. Even If by some miracle, I did managed to do it, her influence would still remain. It I'll be my job to eliminate said influence...If only to ensure no one takes her place." With a slight tilt from his head and his eyebrows popping up, a laid back expression took form as he shrugged his shoulders. "But after that? Who knows? I can't be certain what I'll do. Maybe I'll be a free spirit and wander for a bit, helping those I come across...although opening a tea shop has a certain appeal to it."

Soon afterwards, despite the change in tone Lucia made as she tempted to explain away why she wasn't much different from him in the past, Seto couldn't help but nod slightly in disapproval. "That may be true Lucia, and while I have no right to dispute what you claim, I can't help but disagree with you. You say these things, but from what I've seen of you, past and present, It's clear as day you were still always a better person than me, even If it wasn't always for the purest of reasons.....but I apologize if I overstepped my bounds." He turned silent after that, not knowing what to say as his mind continued to process what she said. It was difficult to take in the fact someone had suffered similarly to him but in different ways. He wondered If he hadn't been targeted, would have things turned out differently? Or would he had become something similar to what Lucia was when she was younger? While It was certainly a interesting question, It was nonetheless a pointless one as neither himself or Lucia could change their past. Ultimately, there was no point in getting hanged up on "what if's". All he could do was push on and fight for the tomorrow he wanted, whatever that was.

What came next was a drastic turn in their conversation and perhaps whatever relationship they had when he furthered elaborated on his reasoning for returning. The mere mention of implying this world was "virtual" was enough for Lucia lash out at him, causing him to go wide eyed as he found himself on the receiving end of her cold like criticism. In response, as she went off on him, he began to panic, and in doing so, Seto end up hastily shooting his hands up as he made a deeply apologetic expression. "Please Lucia, relax! I didn't mean any disrespect!" After raising his voice in such a panicking tone, he couldn't help but make a sigh aimed towards the ground before looking up to face Lucia. "I'm sorry for implying this world was "fake". It was a bad choice of words on my part." He said, trying to be as genuine as possible, but as Lucia was similar to himself in how he regarded the world, albeit in different ways, he wasn't sure if any number of apologies would be enough to quell what he had just encountered. Regardless, he shouldn't have been surprised. Everyone had their inner demons and If the other party knew what was best of them, they leave them to slumber. If she did the same thing and for example, accused him of his experience in the war, he probably act similar, If not the same, but that was a topic he didn't want to think about, given everything that happened to him. With the possible exception of Michiko, he wasn't sure If he could to talk to anyone about it and perhaps that was for the best. As someone once told him, It was often best to "let sleeping dogs lay".

Resisting the urge to tell Lucia he understood her viewpoint, having decided to take his own advice on the matter, he sat there quietly, watching Lucia as her anger and frustration took hold, causing the raven black necromancer to briefly clench her fist before eventually calming down few moments later. When everything did finally settle down however and Lucia noted he was fine for going on longer then the both of them were comfortable with, he exhaled very subtly in relief. That didn't stop him of course from raising his left brow when she mentioned she wasn't concern about the witch as he was. "I wish I had your confidence. It's something I could use." He muttered out while he retained something of a sly face. His attention was soon turned elsewhere after he made his request for the two to relax with a cup, where Lucia gave the order to her servant to prepare some tea and a table. His brows popped up again as he spoke up in a friendly tude. "Well If you change your mind and want something more soothing, I believe I still have some green tea leaves in storage. It's no maofeng tea but It get the job done. Regrettably, It probably take me awhile before I'm able to find some high quality, green tea leaves again."

@Lucia Mierz

 

[Lucia Mierz]

Lucia nodded along, she'd expected this type of answer at least, Seto had always been one who was confident in his movements and actions though. Hearing his honesty about his thoughts though, she confirmed that was why she was uneasy about his sudden about face. "Balance is always precarious Seto, It's not wrong to want revenge, it's not wrong to want justice but balancing these two desires is difficult-- I would know." Lucia explained casually. Lifting her hands letting each represent a plate on the scale, on one a flickering black flame ignited, a virulent cursed, and in the other floated a bright drop of white filling her hand with smooth glittering grains. "I balance these scales myself, In one hand, the bitter, hate filled, raw power of Envy. In the other, A peaceful, serene, forgiving power of Love. I achieve balance, with these two forces as the source of my power Seto, And like love, Justice also one of the 7 greatest powers of 'Good'. But if you close your eyes to Wrath creeping in it will be hard to balance." She spoke shaking her hands away with the example given and the display not needing visual aid any more. For Lucia the UI was unnecessary for these types of displays, it was a casual act to manifest power at this point.

Being told she was better though, Lucia couldn't help chuckle, a charming smile on her face as she shook her head. "It's because you've only ever seen me after I'd come out from the other side. Envy without balance is in my opinion the most terrifying of powers Seto. Perhaps some day when you achieve balance, you'll find someone who's strayed from the path saying the same to you in your tea shop, about how you've been nothing but kind and influential since they've known you." She chuckled knowingly. At least, the Fate Weave did enjoy the lining of threads to construct such a story of irony to preserve cycles set in motion.

Her frosty rage settling though, fists still clenching and relaxing repeatedly. That harsh frigid gaze, the epitome of Envy, Envy of those who could receive a second life so flippantly and treat it so carelessly. Envy of those who had a happy world they could escape to if this one became too hard or difficult. Those who had an exciting life, those who could be their own main character, those who could have purpose. It was Envy that was her greatest strength, one that shook the air and the soil if overly stimulated. Calmed down, settled though she eventually exhaled again and shook her head. "No, it's fine." She spoke bluntly at first, a vague sense of melancholy as she pushed a smile onto her face almost forcefully, a bitter longing smile. "As I said, Balance is important after all. However, as I said, there's no reason to fear for the world at large at least. I've spent all of my time here in Terrasphere developing systems of magic, rituals, communion methods. There are methods of detection such as the Fate's Weave or Synra herself." Lucia spoke, settling into the stool offered to her by the Wraith King.

Being told he had tea leaves though, Lucia gestured with a hand, Mortimer, the gentlemanly wraith taking action to retrieve and brew it if needed. While settling into her chair, she gestured for Seto to take a seat if he wanted. "It's alright, though I have an elegant demeanor, my palette isn't refined enough in regards to Tea to tell the difference. If It were liquor that might be another story, but it's hardly the time or place for that." She spoke rubbing a temple with a few fingers. Drinking at least had always had disastrous consequences immediately after someone had triggered her. No one was safe when that envy poured out unrestrained.

@Seto Kurama

 

[Seto Kurama]

He heard her but he just shrugged his shoulders, still smiling. "Well your certainly right about that. Finding balance within one's self is important, and although It can be difficult, one should always strive to find it, even in the most troubling of times." Lucia was right of course, as always, forever wise from her past experience, but despite that, and what he had already said, he had a sneaking suspicion she didn't entirely believe him. That was fine, and he most certainly didn't fault her for that. If anything, It was to be expected, considering his past. Nonetheless, as she continued on, he kept his attention on her as she begun casually explaining the seven, ebony colored rings she wore, citing their importance as her primary method of balancing herself. Showing genuine intrigue, he leaned in, rubbing his chin in the process with his left hand. "Hmm...That's interesting. I hadn't thought of a method like that before. My methods are far more traditional in nature, that being mediation, particularly under a waterfall If possible, or through the consumption of tea during a ceremony." As If a old piece of himself had manifested, he found himself more curious how her method worked, and by extension, how she balanced said embodiments during strenuous situations but atlas, his craving for such knowledge quickly dissipated a few moments after show and tell was over.

What came next however surprised him, no caught him off guard even. It wasn't about the part that couldn't stop her from chuckling about his prior comment or even the segment on her advice on the topic of envy and how she firmly believed It was the worst of all the seven deadly sins. Rather, It was about the possibly of him being in the same predicament as she herself now found herself in, leaving him a little speechless of sorts. Consequently, past his initial silence and his somewhat, uneasy expression, he couldn't stop himself from chuckling nervously while he gently caressed his with the tip of his finger. "Somehow....I kinda doubt that...but it's a nice thought nonetheless." While he was more than a role model to his students and the few priestesses that watched over the local shrine, he couldn't say that for his Terrapshere self. He just couldn't imagine himself being in the same predicament as Lucia. It was alien concept to him but as the both of them knew, fate has a funny way of turning one's belief upside down, for better or worse. He have to see, but taking into consideration players like themselves could no longer craft, he wondered briefly If the dream would ever be feasible.

Those thoughts had quickly disappeared after his little mishap, but at least to his relief, she did eventually calm herself down to her own accord, leaving him much more jovial than before. The last thing he wanted was angering her to such a extent, she send her entire force of undead after him. While he was unsure If they be able to touch him due his mastery in speed like teleportation, It was no less a situation he wanted to avoid. Besides, by this point, he felt some sort of kinship between himself and her, even if It was on loose ground at best. Granted, when hints of sadness could be seen in her eyes, he couldn't be tricked by her half forced smile. Even as she continued the best she could, It was obvious he had hurt her in ways he couldn't have anticipated yet he knew he couldn't do anything for her. With her ideology about Terrasphere even stronger than his own, any sort of mentioning of the other world could upset her or worse, culminating in his decision to not bring up the topic any further. It was pretty evident after all that If he did so, he would only be gambling with fire, something he in which he really didn't want to do. What grabbed his attention however was at the end when she mentioned her study in further developing her mastery over the schools of magic and making mention of a "Synra", some individual he could only presume was in a higher position then either one of them. This only caused him to look at her with eyes of curiosity again, as he asked casually elaborate.

"Apologizes Lucia, but I don't know who this "Synra" is? By how your describing them, I can presume them to be some sort of deity? Unfortunately, I'm not acquainted with the deities of...well, you know." If they were, he would keep his inner thoughts on worship to himself for now, not wanting to entice Lucia with another outburst. He wasn't sure If they existed and If they did, he often came to the conclusion they weren't worth a dam, since they never cared. He remembered seeing hundreds in the past, preying for guidance, healing etc, yet they never received a answer. He watched more than one die from this, unable to receive or accept help unless it was from their so god. It annoyed him and unfortunately for him, It showed a bit after he made sigh towards his own thoughts on the matter. After a few though, he returned to his casual self as he proceeded to allow his curiosity get the best of him. "Is that so? Well I can't say I'm too surprised now, given how you always enjoyed doing your own thing. That said, care to share anything interesting? Out of pure, academic sake of course." While he was no longer dark user himself, he always did it interesting how one caster implemented said magic compared to himself. While Lucia herself had a much greater focus on the undead and by extension, rituals that were common place for this type of magic, he remembered his old self spending just as much time experimenting, only instead of the undead or rituals, he spend all his time trying to create new methods he could implement for direct combat. Of course, with how much time had passed, he couldn't remembered how successful he came but If he had any say in the matter, he would much rather forget it.

At Lucia's gesture, and with a bit of raw energy spewing from the tip of his fingers, he opened a insufficiently sized portal and slowly dragged out the small, white vase containing the leaves. When Mortimer appeared a few moments later, he held out the vase for him to take. He would make an apologetic smile of sorts when he took it. "Apologies in advance Mortimer If the leaves proves less than adequate." When Lucia offered a spot at her table a few moments afterwards, he quickly pulled himself off the ground and made his way over, relieved he no longer had to sit on the ground anymore. "Thank You" Muttering out in a friendly yet serious demeanor, he made a gesture himself as a sign of thanks before he pulled a chair out from under the table and took his place across from her. From there, as he made himself comfortable, he laid his joined hands together on the table. Moments later, while Lucia showed a lack of interest in tea, she couldn't say the same for liquor. This again, peaked his interest "Fair enough I suppose, tea is an acquired taste. It's not usually something your usually born with. The same can be argued for liquor as well, though I don't drink much these days, especially after I found myself in some mishaps of my own." He chuckled. "The early days were something else, that's for sure."

@Lucia Mierz

 

[Lucia Mierz]

When Seto mentioned more traditional methods she couldn't help a melodious chuckle once more. At least it seemed to suit the man but it certainly didn't suit her. "Mm? You a traditionalist? Perhaps that darkness was a bad fit for you from the start, your witch must have made an impulse decision." She joked and teased. The reason was largely because traditional methods, the slow and steady path, meditation and such were all methods of gradually building firm foundations and building up a firm structure of power. "It's because I pursued darkness from the start, a Maverick's method of introducing two hostile components to each other and forcing them to fight and clash and grow from it. When I train and meditate, these forces are pitted against each other, refining each other through erosion and competition. When I fight, these forces blend like oxygen and gasoline waiting for a spark." She explained with a shrug. Lucia played a dangerous game with her abilities but it had served her well so far.

Though pushing aside their discussion of power and how they'd both accumulated different types of strengths, Lucia shrugged in answer to his comment about it being an unlikely event. "You never know. I'd rarely thought I'd come to this kind of point when I first started. That I'd find fulfillment or have some kind of advisory role. We were all just idiots wandering around trying to get strong back then." She murmured, thinking back to Astor and Jack, fond friends from her first big adventure. It had been too long though, Jack was likely gone from the game, living his real life, Astor was here, but likely not going to be found diving into dungeons for the foreseeable future.

His mention of Synra made her chuckle though, she could almost feel a type of disapproval and hostility. It filled her with mirth, some people just hadn't explored enough of the game to really understand. With a dry smile, she asked. "Deities in this game?" She asked blandly before taking a sip from her tea once it was set before her. "It's because you, and many others approach it as such that you can't see the world as I see. Both times I died, I didn't black out, there was no game over screen. Each time I sat in a gondola, in a field of flowers with Synra not far. I talked to her, asked her for help, and while she was silent, she did come in our time of need against the ant horde. When she appeared, she asked Zeus for a sacrifice, but would she have appeared were I not there?" She asked with a mellow smile. "In the battle against Azogg I almost died there as well, but she appeared there as well, Albeit less powerful, but I didn't die there either." She explained nodding. "And back when a Mastery required great sacrifce, she delivered the item I needed into my hands."

She explained as if amused. Whether he found her feelings foolish or not, Lucia had indeed asked much of the Deities in this game, and when in need they'd always come through for her. Perhaps not in absolution as one might expect from a Deity, but Lucia took that as a sign, she should solve her own problems and not expect them to be fixed for her, they would merely offer her a push instead which was often plenty. Though as she spoke on Synra and other methods of Magic, the Wraith King merely shook his head as he touched up Lucia's tea with a refined pour. "Not at all. While the Miss might not have a palette for Tea, I was quite well versed in it once upon a time. It had been one of many hobbies fit for one of my vocation." The Wraith King explained making sure Seto had a cup as well. Mortimer's technique was eerily thorough and practiced as it was with most things. "Fortunately the Miss enjoys alcohol for it's quality then consuming quantity. It would be quite worrisome if she had no taste in liquor." The Wraith offered making Lucia chuckle along with him.

@Seto Kurama

 

[Seto Kurama]

Catching Lucia in a good tude, which was nice change of pace, compelled him to titter himself, If only due to how far he had come since the old days. "Well If were talking about the old me, he had no methods to balance himself. He always saw those activities as pointless endeavors when he could have been doing something more productive." He shrugged his shoulders, still smiling, only this time his voice was slightly more serious. "Unfortunately, I never had much of a choice in the matter. She possessed me with some sort of ritual that compelled me to travel to her lair where she ended up sealing that demon inside me. From there, you know the rest, I became her disposable attack dog until I was eventually able to break free, only to be left at the mercy of that demon's influence." He shrugged again but this time, even as he was smiling, signs of defeatism could be seen all over face as he continued talking. "I guess you could chalk it up to me being weak willed but at that time? I barely had any control over the schools of magic, let alone the magic she entrusted me with, and It goes without saying she was much stronger than myself at the time. This was of course, long before even the civil war. Her indoctrination abilities were quite powerful." Finishing his thoughts on the topic at hand, he made a indifferent gesture of the hand. It was what It was, and no matter how much he despised it, or that woman , he couldn't the change the past so there was little point in him dwelling on the unnecessary, even If it did prove difficult at times.

Later when Lucia continued, reconfirming her position on the possibility of him being in the same position as her, he initially made a indifferent shrug at the statement, still not able to see it, and yet as she lamented about the past, citing how she and everyone else, including himself were essentially chickens with their heads cut off, wandering aimlessly throughout the land just to grow stronger, he couldn't help but smirk. "Fair enough. Your not wrong." Of course she was but that only made him think of the past, of his time with Sola and Keade, Vivian even, and especially his first love Katarina. He could never forget his first true adventure, crashing a noblemen's party with his interrogation before running off by stealing a carriage. Perhaps the most memorable scene was the next morning when she woke out of bed and tried to killed him, only to run away when he pointed out she was naked. Even after all this time, he wondered what happened to her, his little, fiery rogue. She probably throw a dagger at him, just for old times sake.

What came next made him uncomfortable, and while he was sure she most likely didn't mean anything by it, he was starting to get agitated, thinking she knew his position regarding this world. As she began to give him an explanation however, despite his best effort to hide his aggravation, subtle signs could be seen regardless of his interest in Syrna, which were there. When she finished, the man tilted his head, closed his eyes and made a sigh. When he was finished pinching his own forehead with the tip of his right hand's fingers, and exhaled slowly, he turned back to face Lucia with a earnest conviction "Forgive me...but let me be frank with you so we can clear up any misunderstandings between us. Yes, you are right, there are things I'm ignorant about, and while I can, and do, take some things for granted, I do take this world seriously as much as the other, If not more so, since I can actually make a difference here compared to the hellscape that can be the other. It may not always be a paradise here but it's still a home worth defending, especially If other lost souls like myself can find peace here. It's out of bad habit that I call this reality a "virtual" world, as If I'm implying this is all just a video game, and for that, I am sorry...really....but do "NOT" place me in the same category as the droves of morons who make up the masses here." A melancholic chuckled escaped him as he took on a more passionate voice. "What the hell do they even know? There self entitled, little shits that take everything for granted. It's only when they go through hell and back, do they ever learn to appreciate what they have." Taking another exhale of breath and releasing the palm of his left hand from his fist, he resumed control of his passion before he returned to his earnest self. "This second life isn't perfect, mostly due to my own doing, but I am blessed to have it nonetheless. Despite that however, It's ironic really, since most people think I have the perfect life on the other side. Maybe on the surface, It may look that way...but If they dared to dig a little deeper, all they would find is a broken man wanting to be with the ones he lost." Falling back into his chair, he tilted his head up towards the ceiling of the tent, unintentionally ignoring Mortimar as he presented him with his cup of tea. "I'm sorry....If I came off as some judgmental, monologuing asshole...I just wanted to get my point across without beating around the bush. It's also pretty rare to stumble across anyone who can stimulate your mind without the conversation involving the physics of this world.'

Once he remembered Mortimar had presented him with his own cup of tea, he quickly pulled himself from his somewhat slouching position. With his right hand's thumb and index finger, he held the cup near his nose, while his left hand held the plate underneath. With a gentle sniff from his nose, he could smell it's fruity like aroma, reminding him of the Chinese tea he would sometimes import. Once he was satisfied with it's smell, he brought the cup up to his mouth and took a sip, causing him to further strengthen his smile when he felt it's soothing taste in his mouth. Almost instantly with that single sip, he began feeling at ease, triggering him to open his eyes and give Mortimar a quick glance. "Thank you Mortimar, this was just what I needed." Taking another sip, he eventually inched his mouth from the cup before he directed himself towards Mortimar again. "If Lucia would allow it, I would very much like to speak to you regarding our shared hobby some time." After indirectly asking If he could spend time with Mortimar, he took another moment to take a sip of his tea before he flashed his eyes back on Lucia, wanting to continue where he had left off. He expressed his curiosity for Synra with a calm demeanor. "Again, I apologize If you thought I was questioning your faith. I was simply asking since I had never ran into any real evidence of their existence before. That doesn't mean however, I wouldn't be open to the idea, or that I was discrediting them. If anything, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to took me to one of her temples. I am curious to learn more about her, If you allow it." A few moments later, he tittered again, after remembering Lucia was a Priestess herself. "Well I suppose that won't be necessary since you are a Priestess of Synra yourself after all."


@Lucia Mierz

 

[Lucia Mierz]

With a mellow laugh, Lucia couldn't help shaking her head slowly, it was for these reasons that she usually considered others inexperienced regardless of their power level. There was a certain lack of technical skills she found were common among people who treated this world as a game the most. "I'd advise you again to reconsider the reasons back then. Words like 'Weak Will' might seem proper in hindsight but more often then not we invite corruption within ourselves by mistaking it as power." Lucia advised. Particularly when he mentioned a lack of control over Magic or ability to use it, she glanced towards her Steward and coughed to get his attention. Almost immediately the Wraith King spoke up once more. "I've spent lifetimes refining my art good sir. As someone who has not dipped as much of a pinky into the art of magic I will say when refined to the limit all things come to the same peak. If you aren't proficient in magic, I'd encourage you try as I did to refine a blade that cuts magic then. If your will is weak refine a blade that severs will. I've spent a long time killing in this world, and I've yet to find anything that would not yield to a proper blade."

Though it was a bit esoteric, the meaning was hopefully impactful. Lucia often sent Mortimer around to advise people on how to become better fighters and find places in the world, though this type of lecture was a bit different, she felt his advice might help for next time if it should ever come. Though when Seto had his outburst, Lucia received it with largely a stone face. The reason was purely because such aggrivation would bounce off of someone like her. If they were the same, why would she be upset or alarmed by emotions she agreed with so strongly?

"Ah, they do make our job harder don't they. Perhaps it was too far of me to set you down so low on that totem pole, but I say these things not out of spite but with objectivity for what it's worth." She would offer, if Seto seemed like he'd flare up again, she'd try to calm him with a hand gesture enough for him to listen to the end. "I've spent time pursuing many things. Forming a core of power, You've done the same. I've formed a small collective of undead, as you've formed your own circle. There are more avenues then this however; Ruling out theology so heavy handedly I worry is intentionally turning a blind eye to possibility. In this world we're specks only marginally larger then we were in reality, but those figures can not only crush mountains with a hand but they can do so casually. The rules to us don't apply to them, were you also a favorite of some divine, your witch would not have so cleanly been able to wrest you from their hands." She tried to elaborate in hopes he'll give it a chance. Lucia needed more to pursue divine entities, if they could be successful in uniting a pantheon it would be a stronger collective then a city or kingdom.

When referred to, Mortimer merely nodded faintly as one might expect of a servant. Though when talking of hobbies, Mortimer folded his hands behind his back as he indulged. "Why, I've nothing but time I'm afraid. So long as I'm not out performing tasks for our Miss. I've a myriad of teas and flowers that likely need trimming after all this time as well. I've some unfamiliar to the living as well, an undead tea if you will." He offered as if expecting it to pique Seto's interest. Lucia only nodded along proudly, she'd endeavored to create undead culture since she began on her adventure, and having their own food and tea culture was naturally a part of her efforts.

When he spoke of Synra though, Lucia nodded along. "It would be a nice trip, but I wouldn't oppress you to the extent as to force your worship of my own Deity. While I am a priestess in her service, it would be best to find one you could completely agree with yourself. Perhaps Endra, Goddess of Justice, Scale and Sword? Or maybe Tyldr, God of Sun and Light?" She offered, but if Seto seemed confused about why Lucia was selling another divine over her own, she flashed a dazzling smile as she explained her scheme. "Synra supports me, and I have a follower or two already as well as my undead to support. I'd like others to form relationships of your own so that we might one day bring the gods together through us and our actions. Were you someone new to this world, I would invite you to join Synra as well, but as you're also a veteran in this regard, there's no need for me to hold your hand mm?" She proposed wondering if a round table of avatar-like figures might sound like a nicer ambition then being a black hearted duke.

@Seto Kurama

 

[Seto Kurama]

Between her euphonious laughter and cordial like advice, and his memories of the past flashing before him, he found himself astonished, dumb founded even, to such a extent, he found himself unable to talk. He wasn't normally like this or for that matter, never, but after being caught off guard, even by the Wraith King's own two cents on the matter, citing him to focus on his own mastery over the blade, he found himself at her complete mercy. All he could think about was that faithful night, and the ones that came after, ones that involved torture, the killings without remorse, the inhumane experiments done on the innocent....and she dared to insinuate that he wanted that in some wicked, sick way? He knew he was no saint, even back than but this? Even his initial self didn't deserve a fate like that. He didn't even know why she picked him. It wasn't like he wielded similar strength back than, nor he was notable by any means. He wasn't even a blimp on the radar until he decided to contribute to the rebuilding. All this remembering of the past made him depressed a bit on the inside, but despite this, he wasn't angry at Lucia, just astonished she would suggest such a claim. It wasn't like he intended to become the monster he once was.

Much later after he had recovered from his pseudo, vegetable like state, and finished his little outburst of sorts, he found himself eternally grateful for her understanding on the matter. In fact, It felt like he had been freed from some sort of burden left on his shoulders, and for that, he could find himself more at peace with his inner self, someone that actually understood and accepted his view point about the world. That said, he would have never thought It would have been his old "rival" of all people that would have understood him. To say otherwise would have been a underestimate. When she returned the reins to him, a temperate smile came over him as he made a hand gesture himself. "I know you didn't mean anything by It. I just wanted wanted to clear the air so we could be honest with one another, especially since it's difficult to find individuals like ourselves....and it's not like I want to make you a enemy. Regardless of the gap between us in terms of skill or ideology, I have a certain respect for you that I rarely give others, past those who carry a strong sense of duty." Remembering what Lucia had said about forming his own power base, he rested his head within the palm of his left hand as he tilted his head, looking away. "While I have no need for servants, It would be nice to have a companion or two who shared similar belief's but atlas, that would be difficult, If not downright impossible." After a moment, he turned back towards Lucia with a serious demeanor. He folded his arms. "Objectively speaking, what you say is true. The power of faith is a powerful tool used by both parties, regardless of either one's intentions. Due to it's lacking influence in the other world however, It's understandable few players would reciprocate towards the idea of a new power base controlled by such divine like figures. It doesn't help either that western and eastern theology are radically different from one another." His face brighten up a bit. "That being said, even If we are insignificant and barely a blimp on their radar, that still doesn't mean we can't be a threat or make a difference, even If said difference only makes a narrow change in the quota. It's always better to do something than nothing, especially when you have a strong belief in a cause or a specific ideology. Even better if your cause or ideology matches that of a higher power. Through a give and take relation, the two of you can achieve more, probably in ways I can and cannot comprehend, though, as you already stated from personal experience, the nature of one's personal relationship is just as Important."

As he took another sip of his green tea, he found himself shooting a quick glance at Mortimer as he made mention of his in depth knowledge over tea's and flowers. Once he was certain Mortimer had finished, he gently nodded his head in his direction before lowering his tea cup from his lips. "Well If that's the case, you certainly piqued my interest Mortimer. I'm always interested in learning more about the ways of tea, especially those I'm not acquainted with, such as your own." Turning his attention back on Lucia, he looked at her inquisitive like. "This is probably a idiotic question for sure but do beings like Mortimer and Sylvanas have a greater bastion of society somewhere? Perhaps like a Necropolis of sorts?" Having asking that, he found himself quite interested on the matter. Initially he thought of all undead as mindless automatons but after meeting Mortimer and Sylvanas, his views had changed drastically. If they were capable as being as civilized as him or Lucia, what would their society look like? What sort of culture would they develop? Would they tolerate the living on their own? These were interesting questions to be sure but deep down, he couldn't ignore the suspicion that Mortimer and Sylvanas were most likely rare by undead standards. If chance there was a greater bastion of undead society & culture, he would very much like to go, If only for curiosity sake.

As their conversation about Synra continued, he initially found himself both pleasantly surprised and confused at the same time, prompting him to stare at her in a unusual fashion. Normally in a world like this, It was supposed to be commonplace for priests and priestesses to spread their faith, to recruit as many as possible to increase their cult's, and by extension, their god's power but not Lucia surprisingly enough. Much to his surprise, she instead did the opposite, making the suggestion to put his faith in one he whole heartedly believed in, or rather one that held a similar ideology to his own. He wanted to ponder on the matter but as If Lucia could read his mind, he found himself cut off as she continued, forcing him to give her undivided attention. What she said next made sense and while he sympathized with her on the goal of bringing the gods together, he had his reservations. As a consequence, when she finished, he gave her a dubious look. "Of course not, but If the Divines are anything like us, humans, than I'm doubtful forming a unified pantheon will be easy, If even possible for that matter. If mortals like ourselves can hold on to grudges for hundreds of years, I'd imagine It be much, much worse for deities, especially If they embody separate ideals or concepts. Not saying it's impossible but to be doable within our lifespan? I dunno, but I doubt there's many individuals like yourself out there. Faith and religion bring out the best and worst of humanity, and I'm sure there's at least a few individuals from different clergies that would prefer to see you and your fellow clergy members dead or gone than at peace, If Christianity is any indication of that." Stopping himself from further talks, he again picked up his tea cup from the table and took another mouthful of his green tea, closing his eyes in the process. When he finished by gently lowering the near empty cup on the table, he loosened up a bit. "Ignoring all that, I am rather curious about the various faith's in the world. Perhaps after my time in the capital comes to a end, I'll pay the main temples a visit, study their manuscripts, learn there ways etc. As you said yourself, I should only honor the deity that best embodies me." He than half heartily joked. "Or the ones who ends up saving my ass.....It is only fair."


@Lucia Mierz

 

[Lucia Mierz]

Lucia continued to sip her tea, though as emotions washed over the man, he seemed to take a different turn from her efforts then she'd intended. Perking a brow as he seemed lost in thought she wouldn't interfere in his trip through his own thoughts but she didn't rescind her opinion either. One could say they wanted nothing of the sort, that they were manipulated, that they had no desire for gain through the use of other, but all things had a point of origin or a chink to enter through. Whether it was power, revenge, or even love, justice; Things were often exploited, polluted, twisted by others, people bend and change under pressure, for better or worse, losing sight of consequences, of the truth in their actions, like blinders and earmuffs. If someone was truly opposed, refused with every fiber, they would break before they bent, shattered and scattered whether in mind or body. One could argue what the better fate was, but to Lucia, to deny one's hand in disaster made it hard to transcend tragedy.

Though when Seto mentioned not wanting to make her an enemy, she couldn't help charming laughter once more. The thought of her being a genuine enemy to anyone but Urukhan was hard to imagine, she considered herself flexible and open minded after all, short of someone genuinely antagonizing her, it was hard to find one's self opposed to her. "It would be rather hard to make an enemy of me. I was able to forgive Vivian for betraying me after all, and many others for leaving me. Forgiveness is a part of love after all." She spoke with a shrug, since she developed a great deal of power based off that virtue, she felt it necessary to put her money where her mouth was on it. Though when he mentioned eastern and western culture, Lucia almost scowled and scoffed. "So many of those very same morons we complain about treat this like some console adventure and only when it comes to the pantheons and gods do they suddenly feel things get too serious or real?" Lucia complained rolling her eyes. Someday though they would understand, while it was one thing to rely on them, it was another to treat their existence as something flippant.

In response to the topic of tea and flowers though, Mortimer nodded, craning his neck briefly, a gloved hand tracing the chin of his porcelain face as he turned his attention to the woods in thought. "Hm, were it not for the drastic changes to our usual territory I'd have some on hand. The peculiar changes to our stomping grounds however make reaching my drop points a bit more difficult until we clear things up. Perhaps once the Miss's furniture's been replaced we can clear the area and see what's survived." Mortimer offered in passing, glancing briefly to Lucia for approval. The woman nodded along to Mortimer, not bothered in the slightest. She wouldn't hold her subordinates on so tight a leash. The talk about a necropolis though made Lucia exhale heavily. "I had a great many plans for a Necropolis, a City even. I'd offered money to Astor to become a duchess just for that purpose, I'd planned on converting my noble estate into one, and building up a city around living and undead social exchange. However, you know how that fell through." She spoke with a bitter smile. In the end there was never a chance to build anything. The city she planned unfortunately remained solely as plans.

Though hearing his thoughts about the deities, Lucia nodded along. Folding her hands as he said his piece about whether or not it could be accomplished in their life time. Perhaps not, but Lucia had her own plans. "I suppose it depends on how invested I become in my goals. If things continue on as they are, I'll be laying the ground work for future generations instead, set systems in place for Mortimer, Sylvanas, Morgana and Alice-- Perhaps others to continue my work. Though there are always chances to change my mind I suppose." She spoke rolling her head to one side. If Seto asked what she meant by change, Lucia would elaborate with a somewhat grim smile. "I wonder a lot Seto, how long I can stand going back to that hell hole we call a reality, how much longer until this world is out of reach again. It's something I've been considering during the 4 year long break. I could give up, trap myself in here, let that cursed existence out there die. Then begin another pet project... Perhaps I should become a lich, though I'd hoped to become something more of a vampire... I would have plenty of time to work out the details." She mused setting her empty tea cup down, playing with it with a finger as she pondered that dark subject Despite the grim nature though, Mortimer remained silent, as would most of Lucia's undead, they remained somewhat divided on the topic of whether their Saintess should just join them in undeath.

@Seto Kurama

 

[Seto Kurama]

He heard her but he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Vivan? She couldn't possibly mean..."HIS" Vivan right? The one that accused him of being a rapist? The one that accused him of taking her in, only to become "his" sex slave? Just the mere mention of her name caused him to freeze up, inadvertently causing his head to tilt sideways and his eyes burning up with surprise. The cause in shock was so great, he nearly fumbled out of his chair Luckily for everyone involved, he managed to pull himself together long enough for him to slouch back into his chair. With a long sigh and a dumbfounded expression, he tilted his head towards the ground while the palm of his right hand sat glued to his fore head. "Wha? The hell do you mean she betrayed you? That makes no sense! I mean she betrayed me...to join you....ugh...I'll never understand that woman. She was trouble from day one..." Annoyed at his own words, he began shaking his head while he closed his eyes. "Crisis, her shenanigans were part of the reason why I left in the first place." Returning his eyesight back above the table, he straightened himself out before he drew his complete attention back on Lucia, whom was now, taking the moment to criticize the many players for their lack of faith, in the seriousness of this world, and in the faith of the Divines, unless It effected them directly. If her temper was any indication, she was not amused. In spite of that however, he wasn't put off by it, If anything, he agreed with her. As such, he nodded along. While he certainly wasn't a die hard of any one cult, anyone with half of a brain would realize the legitimacy of their existence, even If they hadn't experienced any indication of their power or influence. In this regard, Terrasphere was little different than video games that had a fantasy like background. It was commonplace for such settings to have their own deities so why would Terrapshere, that was so similar, be any different?

At Mortimer's thoughts on the matter, he was disappointed to hear Mortimer couldn't brew up his undead style tea for quite some time but he understood, considering the current situation. He himself was in the same situation. Regarding Mortimer's mention on the topic of furniture and a quick glance around the tent, he found himself initially confused. What did he mean by replacing the current furniture? Was the existing furniture not adequate enough? While it may be a tent made for a noble, It was just a tent at the end of the day. Nevertheless, at Lucia's heavy breathing and disappointed tone, he quickly found himself attracted to the next subject at hand after It began to sound awfully similar to a subject he once clung to. In regards to this revelation, he found himself pleasantly surprised. a necropolis? That was her original dream? It was a scheme he hadn't been expecting but It wasn't necessarily a unpleasant one. As far as his old self had knew, all she wanted was a tower to conduct her experiments. Whenever she mentioned a "dark" kingdom, he always thought she was being metaphorical in nature and not literal. After learning this interesting development, he disregarded what she said. He was curious to learn more, to know If she had really given up on the idea, or If there was still hope. As a consequence, he found himself leaning inwards on the table, his smile beaming with intrigue. "Hmm....is that right? I never knew. My past self always thought you were being metaphorical when you mentioned "creating" a dark kingdom. In any case, have you given the topic anymore thought? Or reproaching Astor on the matter? Regardless of tittles or any power gained by any one individual, It is a worthy endeavor If Mortimer and Sylvanas are any indication that the Undead can be civilized....and If you so desired, I would vouch for you. That would surely have to count for something, even If I no longer have my tittle." Leaning back momentarily, he picked up his tea cup and drank the remaining green tea. Just above it's edges, he gave her a equally bitter smile while his tone took a turn for the worst. "It's remarkable isn't it? How similar the both of us were back than?.....He had a dream too, though perhaps not as benevolent as yours. For all the evils he did in the world, his intention was noble, even If his sense of reality wasn't. To build a true player kingdom, that was his dream, one where players would stand unified against all threats, one that would be free from the prosecution of ethnicity, race or religion, all for the sake of progress and prosperity. One that would eventually replace the claimant state that was Astorea." Closing his eyes, a depressed sigh escaped him. "Atlas, between my responsibilities in the other world and Vivan betraying me, any hope of that died when she poisoned my settlement's water supply." Putting down the empty tea cup on the table, a softhearted smile came over him as he continued. "Nevertheless, I've made my peace. I am content with being a mere warrior, even If the status que doesn't change much. My only regret is that the wealth I've accumulated after all this time will go to waste."

As their conversation continued on the topic of deities and her plans to push the status que, he found himself nodding along, agreeing with her plans for the future, even If he was a bit skeptical, doubtful even she be able too accomplish everything in her lifespan. It was nonetheless, a worthy endeavor like her plan to form a civilization of civilized Undead. Even If he was more of a realist than a idealist, he couldn't fault her for her dreams for he had similar dreams himself. The atmosphere of the conversation changed however when she made a made a indirect mention of various factors that could change her mindset and goals. Curious but confused at the same time, he batted a eyebrow at the sentiment. She caught on quickly, and as his eyes met hers, he found himself on the receiving end of a uninviting smile as she tried to explain herself. If he wasn't concerned before, he was now after she revealed her vulnerability, but that didn't mean he would judge her. On the contrary, as he did just a few minutes ago himself, he understood that pain all too well, of wanting to give up on the other world and stay here, regardless If he could truly accept the reality of this world or not. Despite his wishes however, he couldn't give up just yet. He still had responsibilities on the other side, ones that needed him. If he abandoned them for his own happiness, he would be no different than the Black Duke himself, a monster, and he refused to be that If he could. He also held the same viewpoint as Lucia but in reverse as well. While he found this second life a blessing, having a life on the other end was also a blessing in on itself, especially when you could transition between one or the other with relative ease. Just for that reason alone, he didn't want Lucia to give up yet If she could help it, not until he had least offered to help her. After all, Isn't two happy lives better than one? Giving her his undivided attention, he made a wholehearted smile. "I don't know honestly, it's only something you can answer...but If you ever need...or want help on the other side, I could help you. I am more well off than the average individual so I don't really mind. Besides, If it any consolation, you wouldn't be the first individual I've met here that I helped in the other world. As for me however....It's a toss up between balance and responsibility." Remembering what she said afterwards, mentioning what she do after her "hypothetical" death in the other world, while internally curious, he continued in the same demeanor from before. "I suppose something like Immortality would be trivial for someone like you, given of course you have enough time to research it...though....as a Priestess of Syrna, would she approve of such a action? Wouldn't you prefer her to bless you with immortality Instead? that said, Vamperism does have it appeal..."

@Lucia Mierz ​

 

[Lucia Mierz]

Lucia chuckled, a smile of mirth once more seeing his reaction to the name. She set her cup down for Mortimer to pour her more tea before taking it up once again rather amused. "Yes, the very same Vivian. It was nice for a time, but she seemed the type to play both sides more often then not. I wouldn't judge her for her actions mind you, while Betrayal is a great sin, it's in my nature to forgive those types of people but at the same time, I'm afraid those people rarely amount to more then just that at the end of the day." Lucia spoke as if it were worthy of pity rather then scorn or hate. Those people who use or manipulate more often then not remain forever manipulators or users rather then becoming powerful or successful. "I won't say it was all bad though, I did find two others who were rather nice and have kept me company to the present in their own way. 'Shenanigans' is a good way to put it." Lucia smiled along nodding as she thought back to those times.

The talk about her intentions for a dark kingdom made her chuckle though. She would have settled for a tower certainly, that was her initial step, begin construction on a tower as a center piece and expand to an estate around that would become a necropolis, then further beyond to a city, then carve out the territory to create boarders for a Kingdom. "Half right I suppose, I had no intention of depriving them of the chance to make something with my own hands as you did. The building of the tower as a focal point was to be my own personal contribution as their Saint, as I was their beginning so to would it be their beginning. From there, with that center point as a foundation I would have turned loose the undead to build their necropolis, their city in a way fit for them. Architecture, music, art, uniquely their's." She spoke, using a delicate finger to tape the table as if to drive a very firm point in. "A Kingdom is built upon the foundations of it's people's culture. Eons from now when we're little more then dust in a jar, even if I should fail, if they all would be killed, it would be those relics, that culture that would remain immortal... Not unlike the ancient civilizations in reality. It was my blue print to begin the groundwork for that kind of legacy... And while it may not be built yet. I'll see it built eventually, even if I lay each brick down personally." Lucia explained with a vague shrug of indifference. It was her ambition to create a true kingdom, not simply wear a crown and sit on a throne while telling people to go here or there.

Though hearing Vivian poisoned his water supply she couldn't help almost choking on her tea. Clearing her throat, she chuckled, a bitter smile on her face as she shook her head. "My, that one learns well I suppose. Perhaps she took a page from my book on that one, that was how I began my journey at least, poisoning wells and waterways." She spoke with a dry expression, back when she was simply a dark mage, before she was a necromancer that was how she gathered souls and corpses for her transition. That was her dark path much like Seto had his own dark path, though it was behind her, it still made her bitter thinking people were still following in those old footsteps.

When he spoke about help on the other side though, Lucia shook her head, somewhat dismayed, it wasn't something that could simply be helped. "Money was never the issue, nor companionship, nor status. If I had a need of that I would be 'interesting' if that were the case. No, Seto, instead I find that our reality is simply unfair. That one can try with all their heart and merely remain 'average', that one can fail and go off the rails and rebel and still be 'normal'. Anonymous, Unknown, Bystander, Background art." Lucia elaborated almost with disgust. Though the more she seemed to disparage her experience in reality, one could see Mortimer's fist clench, while poised with the same noble posture, the Wraith King couldn't help clenching a fist so tightly the leather of his gloves squeaked from the stress. Lucia summons would never tolerate any kind of harm to their Saintess, but they were unable to traverse that distance to reality to fight that unfairness on her behalf. Every time she went on these tirades that same sense of helplessness was felt across all of her undead. It was that sound that made her smile slightly more bitter though, changing the topic instead for her subordinate's sake. "Well, it will be a while yet before I make that choice. Who knows what conclusion I might come to." She almost exhaled the words as she shook her head.

@Seto Kurama

 

[Seto Kurama]

The Pantone Demon

Even with Lucia's explanation, he still found himself annoyed but not surprised in the least. He really should have known better than to have taken someone like her under his wing. He allowed her potential in the dark darks to cloud his judgement and It showed, regardless of the fact they had only met up a few times or that she had tried to seduce him on more than one occasion. Now that he thought about it however, he wondered just what her endgame could have been. considering the fact she had betrayed essentially the three most powerful nobles in Astorea at the time, Lucia himself and by extension, Astor. While he couldn't outright "hate" her for what she had did, he couldn't outright forgive her either, If he took into consideration all the lives she had taken at his settlement. It didn't help either he hadn't returned to Dawngrave yet either, that was presumably, in ruins now. Just by that thought alone however, trigged him to briefly clench his fist underneath the table before momentarily letting it go, remembering where he was now. He made a mental note that after his business in the capital was was concluded, he make it a priority to return there, to show respect and bury those whom hadn't been given a proper burial, even If they were only bones by now.

When the topic of her necropolis continued, he found himself pleased by her answer. While she had no plan for the near, foreseeable future , the fact she hadn't given up yet, or the fact she was determined to see it all the way to the end, even by her own hands If necessary, moved him just a little bit. Afterwards, as he unintentionally made a quick glance at Mortimer, seemingly without reasoning, he ended up thinking of those droves of morons they couldn't stand. He couldn't envision them to be on his or Lucia's level but couldn't they take the gravity of their actions more seriously? That If they wanted, they could actually make a difference in this world? Was it too much wishful thinking for them to take this place a bit more seriously than as some game hub for them to meet up with their friends and blow some steam off? Returning his gaze on Lucia after the realization he had just been a bit rude, he smiled before talking.

I'm happy to hear your dream still alive. Maybe I'll live long enough to see it, even If it's only in it's initial stages by than. I am sure however that once me and you are gone, Mortimar, Sylvanas and the others will manage It well in your stead.

On the topic of Vivian being reintroduced however, even for the briefest of reasons, he found himself unable to resist, and ended up rolling his eyes. While It was by no means Lucia's fault, as she was simply speaking the truth, he still found himself irritated over the matter, that he allowed himself to be played by that sly vixen. At least, Lucia found some amusement in her betrayal. Nevertheless, after a few moments of sulking, he gave in to the urge and made one of his iconic sighs. He looked at her, as he caressed the edge of his forehead with one of his fingers.

Yeah, apparently. After I'm finished in the capital though, I'll have to go clean up her mess, whiiich I'm sure still there. I just hope most of them got a decent burial.

He spoke in a half jokingly, half serious tone. A piece of himself wanted to be disillusional, to think Dawngrave was still standing, prospering even in his absence, but he knew the truth and from personal experience in this world, and the other. His only hope that when she succeeded in her devious plan, he hoped they didn't suffer too much or that they didn't all die at once. He didn't even want to think about what happened afterwards with the wild life there. He remembered quite well wolves were a problem than.

It seemed that despite his noble intention of just wanting to help out another lost soul out, the tensions between everyone in the room but himself quickly turned from concern to almost outright anger overnight. Her found her initial statement a little surprised but It didn't cause the same reaction. If anything, he just raised a brow and shrugged his shoulders. He was still genuine when he speak but he wasn't sure If that was going to matter at this point.

That wasn't exactly what I meant but...ehh, nevermind. Just know the offer will always be on the table, regardless of whatever side were on. I mean, that said, If you ever need to talk or rant about it in some form, I would return the favor you shown me. It's not like I don't understand a thing or two about the other world being unfair.

As he said that, the anger, the disgust, It was all still there and It began to concern him, even after Lucia had furthered commented on the next matter, citing she hadn't made a decision yet. He undoubtedly couldn't resist to glance around at the room before landing back on Lucia. As If the two could reach each other's minds, he inadvertently aided her in changing the atmosphere when he looked and spoke in a somewhat half panicked, jokingly tone.

So...there not gonna...uh, you know, try and kill me right now right? Cause I'd hate for everyone to make a mess.

Even after saying that, he couldn't help but make another glance around the room. He couldn't help it, he was naturally paranoid in both worlds, for different reasons. He really hadn't thought It would have turned out this way by simply offering help. No matter, If the worst somehow came to light, he figured, even If he hadn't tested his new powers out yet, he could outrun basically anything she or they could throw at him.

@Lucia Mierz