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[color=CDBD2B][b]Time: [/b][/color]Afternoon
[color=CDBD2B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ember Grove Mall
[color=CDBD2B][b]Interaction:[/b][/color][@princess] - Emelie
[color=CDBD2B][b]Mentions:[/b][/color][@13org] = Ylva
[color=CDBD2B][b]Jams:[/b][/color] [/center][hr]

Lucius had just entered the mall after taking care of a couple of chores. The walk with Emelie and Ylva was surprisingly uneventful as he unfortunately did not find an opportunity to reveal more of his true-self. One front at a time. The hour was nearing and his followers were putting on the final touches and getting into positions. His eyes swept through the crowd, spotting familiar faces every so often. Speaking of which, Lucius spotted what appeared to be Emelie sitting across the way. A brief glance at the watch on his wrist and he shrugged. Now it was a matter of flipping through the various spells in his head.

His shoulders dropped, his steps slowed, and he beamed brightly as he finally moved into her sightline [color=CDBD2B]"Millie? Didn't expect to see you so soon again!"[/color] He enthusiastically said, still bearing his Luke persona though its time was running out by the minute [color=CDBD2B]"Mind if sit next to you?"[/color] The voice was polite, but Lucius did not wait for even a moment for a response. With a few inches between them, Lucius inhaled deeply looking out towards the crowd and not once at her [color=CDBD2B]"[i]Luna tacet.[/i]"[/color] He turned his head towards her [color=CDBD2B]"A bit of an outdated spell, but it should keep our conversation to ourselves." [/color] Every word dropped in tone and lost its previous owner's luster [color=CDBD2B]"I had wanted to talk more earlier, but the little puppy wanted to play as well."[/color] A light chuckle left his mouth.

Lucius has had a small number of 'apprentices', enough to count on his hands, through his life. Their lives tended to be volatile, but their services have been incredibly valuable during that time. The political climate of Ember Grove was deteriorating, and fast, even without his direct intervention. Emelie had drawn his interest enough that he considered her a possible candidate. If anything, it was interesting to see what these new witches could do with his knowledge. Routine is the enemy of progress after all and no person was innocent of its crime.