[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UkEbgIb.png[/img][h2][color=99A7D8]Lucian[/color][/h2][h3][hr]~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[hr][/h3][/center]

With his rear firmly implanted into drywall, Lucian was now folded into the wall. Thankfully, Vera's actions had spared him from being splayed into a violently mutilated wall ornament. He was still a wall ornament, but he didn't have his skull torn open. He definitely broke the bottom two of his ribs and probably cracked a few more. His body usually didn't bend that way. It was like one of those schoolyard rumours where people had them removed, except this time it was violently percussive to fold him into a wall.

His moneymaker was thankfully safe. His face had escaped the carnage. Lucian didn't really know what would happen if his skull was torn open. Would he wake up in Decibitus as though he had died again? Would he just be standing their with his face looking like a half-eaten pastry? Would his soul be banished to a true death?

It was a good thing he wasn't thinking of any of that.

Beyond the pain, something had attracted his attention:

Monkeys.

Even though they lacked the cymbals and funny little hats, the mere presence of them stole his attention.

However, Lucian had to make his choice. Help Vera or go after the monkeys. It wasn't like they were carrying Celeste in some kidnapping. No, they were just leading her.

Which, to Lucian, did not mean it was a kidnapping.

Popping out of the wall and ignoring the pain, Lucian half-stumbled and half-charged at the dragon. On his way, he picked up his pool cue. This time, however, he was swinging. He'd repay Vera for cutting off the dragon's tail and saving his precious face.