[center][h1]Celestine Lightbringer[/h1][/center]


Celestine was rocked back and forth by Vittorio's righteous tentacle fury, however in his face the expression that was showing was disappointment. "I thought that mayhaps a brush with death would give you the wisdom you very much need, Vitto. I suppose I erred." He struggled, as he felt that each tentacle was now seizing a limb. And he was still clad in the nurse cosplay. "Instead you turn me into a mockery of a raunchy animated film. Braavo. I'd clap but you got me in a position I cannot." The elder girlish boy sighed, half in disappointment, half in defeat. It was hard to know which one was it. 

"Well, I would give you a point, except yes, I know somewhat what it feels. Ex-Saint Laurel, remember. They stuffed me in a locker." He said, in a sad reminiscent tone. Truthful to an extent. "And I know that revenge is best served cold." He paused, his eyes looking at Galbrek. [i]Well, he has a fair point. Maybe i could cause mayhem. But it's not what Mephisto told me.[/i] He pondered. "I did want to have tea and ponder this throught, but It seems that I am outvoted in that regard. Pain in the ass. Oh well, in for a penny." The boy smiled in a tired, sad voice. 

[i]But this isn't me, at all. Is it what I'd really say? No. There is something else. Those eyes...[/i] Celestine added, as he just seemed to lose all will to fight and struggle. "Just let me get a few supplies before leave, I don't have flashy powers. Oh and secure his real body, it's kind of... an important assigment, you know?"