[b]Lucis Dismas Typhon VII
Mood: Hopeful
[center][i]1. Cringeworthy[/i][/center][/b]
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Lucis' own laugh fell ill upon hearing Damien's. The faded sound of a nervous patron came from him anew as the mage summoned a swirling, dusk-colored portal and pulled out a bag. The next few items his partner pulled out wasn't as appalling to Lucis as it might be most, but it certainly raised alarms. 

[color=orange][i]Dark arts? Only black mages use corpses and voodoo,[/i][/color] He shook his head slowly with the thought. [color=orange][i]Yea, I've definitely got a trickster on my hands. I'll need to be careful with him.[/i][/color]

A moment after the inquiry of his hair was brought up, Lucis raised his hand in rejection. [color=orange]"Umm, that would be a no. How am I suppose to know what mischief you'd do with my hair. For all my knowledge, you could summon some storm of falling undead or even worst, make me learn. I'd rather not have those possibilities hanging into the air."[/color] He smiled to accent the playful tone he used. 

[color=orange]"Besides we have much more pressing matters to deal with, matters such as where we're to live... or unlive in my case."[/color] Lucis placed a fist on his hip and with warm eyes said, [color=orange]"Why don't you lead the search, Damien."[/color] 

[@The One]