[Outlaw Warehouse
Boston, USA
Lucien Lothringen, Defender of the Light and Seina, The Pontiff of Order]

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[color=B22222] "As much as I would love to fight with you, big guy, we are in the middle of a meeting. But, after this is over, I'd let you be my wingman anytime." [/color]

Simple and to the point, despite the reference to a certain fighter pilot movie. Lucien was not the sort of person to usually let something as simple as a meeting usually get in the way of what he wanted, sparing, but the current subject matter was definitely something that caught Lucien's attention. After all, Lucien was the sort of person who felt that if he could have the chance, he should be able to prevent the deaths of innocents, or in this case, disappearance of existences, of those whom he had the ability to protect. Not the sort to believe he could protect everyone, but if he was able to protect as many people as he could from this sort of fate, his will and occupation was complete. 

And these sorts of large-scale instances of planning were nothing to scoff at. Logistics and tactics were just as valuable in combat as strength and skill. If anyone had any sort of plans regarding the status of the affairs regarding the "monster" called Shitiri. Crimson Denizens were foul beasts which pit against one another humans for their own gains, absorbing them as if eating a fine meal. It was wrong to Lucien to allow such existences to continue operating in such a light, and if there was one strong enough to wipe out an amazing modern city which the likes of Boston was, it was nothing short of an emergency which the Defender of the Light and his Lord, the Pontiff of Order Lucien and Seina respectively would have to deal with at some point. Even if Lucien tended towards enjoying simplistic pleasures, Seina understood that beneath this superficial layer was a man aspiring for justice. There was a reason he was selected to bear her flame, after all. 

[color=b22222] “No problem for getting your boy back to normal. After all, we are both on the same side, no? I’ve met enemies I considered friends and allies I considered enemies, but I never really liked to consider those of my own side in this light. And Alastair over here doesn’t seem like a bad guy. I am Lucien, Defender of the Light, as you know, and though she doesn’t tend to talk as much, my Crimson Lord is the Pontiff of Order, Seina. I know you are Alastair, but who might be your Crimson Lord?” [/color]

[color=b22222] [b] “Introducing me as if I can’t do it myself. Surely you’re getting a bit too ahead of yourself again, Lucien. Need I remind you our contract?” [/b]  [/color] 

[color=b22222] “Oh yes, Madam Seina, need I forget your excellency? [/color] Lucien says with a chuckle, mocking his own Crimson Lord as if Icarus using his wings of wax. At the very least, Lucien was a very honest individual, always seeming to say what is on his mind without fail. 

At the very least, Lucien believed himself to be a good judge of character. Whether this was true or not wasn’t really within his mind to answer, but he would like to believe that he could tell someone who was a “Friend” from “enemy” at glance. 

[color=b22222] “I assure you that we have the same goal though; to defeat those who would threaten the stability of the world. Those “monsters” are gonna pay, but if you lose your head like this now, in combat someone is going to trip you up. Gotta protect against those sorts of things, ya know?” [/color]

Lucien was the sort to always keep a cool head about combat, even if he did tend towards enjoying the thrills of battles. Simply put, even if Lucien were to lose himself to this beastial calling, his skilled developed over many years would still shine through. After all, he was methodical about combat; only taking assured steps towards victory unless he had made a deal otherwise. 

[color=b22222] “But if we are friends, let us grab a drink together sometime! Ain’t nothing like a good drink between friends! Whahahahaha~.” [/color]

[color=b22222] [b]“He’s at it again,” [/b] [/color] Seina simply replies with a sigh of disagreement.