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This was going to be a long night.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lucas let out a long, quiet exhale. The pressure in his head was building up quicker than expected and he was pretty sure a nasty headache was coming. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to go home and lie down. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible; he was pretty sure if he just collapsed, they'd just have some priests drag him along and hold up his unconscious body. The Millenial Ceremony was going to take about an hour, followed by the sermon, then there was whatever crap the high cardinal would speak of, then his own debut, then the after party where he was going to have to get swarmed by a multitude of people expressing shock that he was Theo's inheritor. 

Lucas dropped his hand and straightened up, relegating himself to just watching everyone. He didn't feel sociable on a good day, let alone now, so he figured he'd let his reputation keep most away and he could just lean on a wall counting down the minutes until he could sit down. He accidentally made eye contact with the Rosarian princess, not missing that she was glaring daggers at him. He threw her a wink, getting a little too much satisfaction out of her huffing and turning away from him. What'd he do to piss this one off again? He couldn't for the life of him remember, but unfortunately, his plan to stand around and do nothing was interrupted because Incepta was determined to make sure every single day of his Scionhood was one eternal headache.

The one that had boldy approached him was...the Scion of Shadow, if he recalled correctly. Lucas actually hadn't had a lot of interactions with a majority of the Scions or Templars here sans Tyler--and outside of Theo, he couldn't even say he really knew Tyler all that well, either. This one was Kaspar Mirandola, if he remembered right. He had a good eye for mana, it seemed. Or was he just kissing his ass? Yeah, Lucas was tired, he was usually better at ascertaining this sort of thing. 

He watched Tyler interact with...fuck, what was her name again? Mary? It was on the tip of his tongue. Oh well, it wasn't important right this second. He looked back at Kaspar instead, figuring now was as good a time as ever to make some attempt at socializing and praying he wasn't going to have any conversations that required thought or effort. No, too much effort, he was going to have to gauge whether the guy was worth it.

[color=dodgerblue]"I've been known to leave people walking in pain after I'm done with them,"[/color] He replied casually. [color=dodgerblue]"Morris is experienced, already has a handle on his magic, and was cleared of any wrongdoings. I'm already looking forward to breaking him in."[/color]

If the guy didn't go running for the hills after that, then he'd consider a full conversation.

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Bianca liked being busy. It meant she was able to use her skills and pass the time in fruitful ways--security detail, making sure Justinian didn't cook up any new escape routes, taking steps to ensure that the day's schedule was followed to the letter. She lived for that sort of stuff, loving the feeling of having a day of accomplishment and going to bed satisfied. She was actually looking forward to the festival, and even if she couldn't participate in celebrating with the other commoners, it was still nice to play her part and admire the citizenry from afar. After all, her duty came above her own personal desires, and her charge did a phenomenal job at keeping her on her toes.

So today he surprised her. Sure, there was the occasional glare and comment, but it was a lot more tame than what she expected. His apologies made it clear that he was feeling a lot of things today. The replacement of a Scion wasn't exactly new, but Theodore Estora's circumstances had been different. The man had disappeared and was presumably murdered, it wasn't exactly an elder passing away peacefully like a majority of Scions did in modern times. That alone was enough to disturb any good person, but Justinian likely felt more sorrowful over the loss of someone he probably saw as a friend. Incepta knew how many times she had to physically stop him from making some hairbrained attempt at searching for Theodore when it was announced he had gone missing. 

That said, the blessing ceremony had always fascinated her. It was common knowledge that Scions blessed their Templars, but it was never truly the same. Every Scion was different, every Templar was different, and each one had their own power, their own motivation. She wondered if Sir Tyler felt some kind of way since it was the second time he was going through it. The thought made her sad; she hoped it wasn't too difficult for him. Well, at least he was back in the Templar group chat, maybe she could reach out at some point to see how he was handling everything. Or was that too condescending of her?

Justinian didn't seem impressed with the new Scion of Time. Not that Bianca blamed him--she had heard nothing good about the prince. He was notoriously rude and a womanizer, which often confused her because weren't most womanizers charming? He seemed cold and uncaring, and she felt that he saw himself above them, contrary to how humble Scions should be. She couldn't help but frown--regardless of Sir Tyler's failure, having such a charge was arguably more punishing than just being dismissed. 

At his question, she shrugged. [color=salmon]"I think that Sir Tyler will have his work cut out for him,"[/color] She admitted quietly. [color=salmon]"They make an [i]interesting[/i] duo."[/color] It wasn't really kind to say as much, but she was sincerely worried for the pair.

She did, however, shake her head at Justinian's suggestion of a cheat day. She didn't get to look as good as she did eating sweets, that was for sure. [color=salmon]"There will be plenty to gorge on once we get an actual meal, Your Holiness,"[/color] She reminded him gently. [color=salmon]"And yes, Dame Ionna is certainly...[i]unique[/i]."[/color] Oh dear, that was the second time she was making insinuations, she really needed to be more careful. 
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