[color=af1909][h2]Lycυѕιo Vιcarιo[/h2][/color]

Lycusio had his brows furrowed in anxiety. Nothing made sense to him, and he was completely lacking in any sort of prior knowledge. It was similar to taking an astrophysics test without any prior knowledge beyond the acknowledgement of an existence called "Space". The tall man was practically an infant in the world of Magi, having only met a Magus a month prior.

Without any prior knowledge, Lycusio fell back on whatever discernment he could garner from the present. Every piece and part of his body ached with uniform severity although generally centered around his torso, and he appeared to be attached to a circle in which a girl before him appeared. Glancing around, Lycusio noticed the reactions of others; instead of his pure befuddlement, they understood and acknowledged their current situation, and instead, appeared either appalled or dismayed. Soaking everything within a second, he heard the girl before him in armor ask of him whether or not he was her master.

Lycusio's mouth opened to answer, but there was no clear reply to her question with his understanding, so he promptly shut his lips with a perplexed expression. Eventually, a man beside him asked Lycusio if he was alright. It then occurred to him that they were the only two that only had one servant to show. Unable to come up with a plausible conclusion, Lycusio simply nodded his head in affirmation of his wellness, listening to the man reply to his servant that he was her master.

[color=af1909]"Well, I think there's been some folly, I'm most likely not your master, little one, if the other man already feels a connection to you, then I'm afraid my presence here is rather abnormal." [/color]

Lycusio couldn't deny that he was extremely drawn to the girl in armor, but he was unsettled and the other man had already claimed the position of master. In his eyes, the foreign concepts and variables were too numerous, usually in control, Lycusio was far too perplexed to be comfortable with the situation.

Lycusio began to back away when the man naming himself the 'Ashen Mandrake' gave out a sorts of introductory that did practically nothing to explain his situation. The 'Ashen Mandrake' announced his leave and Lycusio planned to make his hasty retreat as well. He had a feeling that even his extensive physical training would do nothing for him in the realm of Magi, and the atmosphere was thick with weariness from all sides. Lycusio was fairly experienced in dealing with tense situations, and gunfights have broken out with less animosity.