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Evren stood quite rigidly as Aava ranted, staring after Lucifer until the näkki had completely slipped from his grasp. Coming back to reality he stooped down to his friend and tried to pull her out of the glass and back onto her feet. [color=cc3300]“[i]Minun vesililja.[/i]”[/color] he coaxed gently, leading Aava up and out of the glass. [color=cc3300]“(Lucifer didn’t mean to hurt me, you, or anyone else. He’s only trying to protect what he holds dear, and he’ll soon learn that you’re one of us. I promise.)”[/color]
He still had business in town, but this morning had more than soured him on society for the time being; he wanted nothing more than to return to the woods. [color=cc3300]“(This town… reminds me of the Free Cities of Germany, too much trouble. I’ve made a little home for myself in the forest, away from all this unpleasantness; would you like to go there?)”[/color]
Evren wasn’t subtle about wanting to change the subject, but he was very earnest. The last thing he wanted to do was cross Lucifer again; they would make up eventually, they always did, but it was unwise to pour salt on a fresh wound. He still had a lot of questions to ask Aava, and a lot to tell her in return, but his mind was clouded with repetitive demands to just [i]get [b]out[/b][/i].[hr][color=black]“Plenty, but not like you.”[/color] Haddie replied. It was hard to read the lips on a skeleton, to say the least. [color=black]“Who resurrected you? Whatever magic is holding you together came from someone powerful.”[/color]
Not terribly afraid of the bag of bones before him, or perhaps just foolhardy, Hadrien grabbed Duckie by his arm to examine him closer. He pushed his sleeve up to see where his bones connected, looking mildly impressed as if he was studying some impressive machinery.