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Boston, USA
Lucien Lothringen, Defender of the Light and Seina, The Pontiff of Order]
"Tch. When did you start giving the orders?" Lucien chuckled to himself, as the young flame haze girl left to attend to another matter
Whatever the girl had left to accomplish, it was most likely important. A Flame Haze who ran away during battle would be branded as a coward and traitor, and that was a life that would not likely be what. In the event that she was a deserter, it would be obvious that even within Lucien’s mindset of enjoying cute girls, he couldn’t ignore orders and the like. But Kiara had given him a single order, and as if a dog performing for his master he was not the sort to back down from these sorts of commands.
"I guess it doesn't matter in the end. Ain't really my style to butt into another's dance. I have my own matters to attend to.”
“Completely false. You constantly are within the confines of another's problems. Even if it is to detriment of yourself, you’ll still inject your rights and wrongs right into any given situation.”
“Whatever. I have a job to do, and I am going to continue on this. After all, once a mercenary takes a job, it is bad for business to get bought off by another.”
Even after all this time, Lucien was still someone who remembered what he had done before becoming a member of the Flame Haze. A condottieri known as the 100 man slayer who was known for both being noble, as well as his brutality. As if the sides of a coin, Lucien was someone who would never go back on his word, but would give no respite for an enemy, even if that enemy had once been a friend.
After all, Lucien was not the sort to think that a life was worth much in regards to those who take up the sword. They had understood what they were getting into the moment they chose to fight, and if they were ignorant of this then it was merely their own fault rather than his own.
Kill them all, let “God” sort them out.
Simply put, he was acting in a way that would not allow the Rinne to pass an imaginary line. This line would move based on the confines of the battle, but to say the least Lucien would not let them get close to the girl. She was doing something important. Whatever it was, she had trusted Lucien to accomplish something, and he was not the sort to disappoint.
Even if it was impossible to hold the “line”, he would try his hardest to hold it for as long as he could, hopefully buying Kaira some time.
The air itself stagnated, as if anticipating a great calamity before the storm. As if the world itself began to slow down to a snail’s pace. But this fleeting moment only lasted hardly a second before the calm ceased and the storm arrived.
As if a torrent of lightning and movement, Lucien sprung into action against his oppressors. At the very least, he could clear his desired path and ensure that the “Line of division” currently laid within his head isn’t crossed. He would constantly fight against these monsters until the order to retreat is given or until they had completed their objective.
Lucien’s ability allowed him to direct and control electricity throughout his body, as if both the conductor of currents and and creator of the electricity. In addition to this, his treasure tool allowed him to be the “fastest”. At least in terms of maximum output. And because of this, his strengths were always hit-and-run type tactics. After all, one could easily dodge and strike with these sorts of traits. One either wants to kill a target in a single hit, or constantly whittle them down through tactical strikes in the event their “health pool” was higher than what his output damage could compensate for.
However, since his kit could be considered attuned for speedy hit-and-runs, holding a line could be considered something beyond his expertise. Still, he wasn’t about to back down now. After all, how could someone pass the line in the event they are dead? Dead men tell no tales, and they are not usually the types to move past lines. Usually.
The endless hoards seemed, well, endless. And not only that, Lucien also felt a painful miasma of strength where the young Flame Haze, Kaira, had went to.
Lucien wanted to go to where she was currently, but he had been given a mission by Kaira to prevent anyone from reaching her destination from this direction. Even if he wanted to help her, he had to trust his ally in order to fulfill any sort of goal. Even if she was the most green member or the most seasoned, it mattered not. If someone states they wish to accomplish an objective within the confines of the mission, that was their directive to do so. If Kaira needed assistance, she could call Lucien and he would be there within the second, overriding the former directive.
But that didn’t mean that Lucien wasn’t curious as to what was occurring in that area. Merely that he had something else to occupy his time.
“Better not die on me.”
A wish of sorts that Lucien believed. Not to say he was particularly heartless, but considering his situation, he didn’t wish to see another Flame Haze buried. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Boundaries shift, new players step in; but power always finds a place to rest its head. But it wasn’t exactly like he enjoyed seeing his fellow comrades in arms killed.
Boston, USA
Lucien Lothringen, Defender of the Light and Seina, The Pontiff of Order]
"Tch. When did you start giving the orders?" Lucien chuckled to himself, as the young flame haze girl left to attend to another matter
Whatever the girl had left to accomplish, it was most likely important. A Flame Haze who ran away during battle would be branded as a coward and traitor, and that was a life that would not likely be what. In the event that she was a deserter, it would be obvious that even within Lucien’s mindset of enjoying cute girls, he couldn’t ignore orders and the like. But Kiara had given him a single order, and as if a dog performing for his master he was not the sort to back down from these sorts of commands.
"I guess it doesn't matter in the end. Ain't really my style to butt into another's dance. I have my own matters to attend to.”
“Completely false. You constantly are within the confines of another's problems. Even if it is to detriment of yourself, you’ll still inject your rights and wrongs right into any given situation.”
“Whatever. I have a job to do, and I am going to continue on this. After all, once a mercenary takes a job, it is bad for business to get bought off by another.”
Even after all this time, Lucien was still someone who remembered what he had done before becoming a member of the Flame Haze. A condottieri known as the 100 man slayer who was known for both being noble, as well as his brutality. As if the sides of a coin, Lucien was someone who would never go back on his word, but would give no respite for an enemy, even if that enemy had once been a friend.
After all, Lucien was not the sort to think that a life was worth much in regards to those who take up the sword. They had understood what they were getting into the moment they chose to fight, and if they were ignorant of this then it was merely their own fault rather than his own.
Kill them all, let “God” sort them out.
Simply put, he was acting in a way that would not allow the Rinne to pass an imaginary line. This line would move based on the confines of the battle, but to say the least Lucien would not let them get close to the girl. She was doing something important. Whatever it was, she had trusted Lucien to accomplish something, and he was not the sort to disappoint.
Even if it was impossible to hold the “line”, he would try his hardest to hold it for as long as he could, hopefully buying Kaira some time.
The air itself stagnated, as if anticipating a great calamity before the storm. As if the world itself began to slow down to a snail’s pace. But this fleeting moment only lasted hardly a second before the calm ceased and the storm arrived.
As if a torrent of lightning and movement, Lucien sprung into action against his oppressors. At the very least, he could clear his desired path and ensure that the “Line of division” currently laid within his head isn’t crossed. He would constantly fight against these monsters until the order to retreat is given or until they had completed their objective.
Lucien’s ability allowed him to direct and control electricity throughout his body, as if both the conductor of currents and and creator of the electricity. In addition to this, his treasure tool allowed him to be the “fastest”. At least in terms of maximum output. And because of this, his strengths were always hit-and-run type tactics. After all, one could easily dodge and strike with these sorts of traits. One either wants to kill a target in a single hit, or constantly whittle them down through tactical strikes in the event their “health pool” was higher than what his output damage could compensate for.
However, since his kit could be considered attuned for speedy hit-and-runs, holding a line could be considered something beyond his expertise. Still, he wasn’t about to back down now. After all, how could someone pass the line in the event they are dead? Dead men tell no tales, and they are not usually the types to move past lines. Usually.
The endless hoards seemed, well, endless. And not only that, Lucien also felt a painful miasma of strength where the young Flame Haze, Kaira, had went to.
Lucien wanted to go to where she was currently, but he had been given a mission by Kaira to prevent anyone from reaching her destination from this direction. Even if he wanted to help her, he had to trust his ally in order to fulfill any sort of goal. Even if she was the most green member or the most seasoned, it mattered not. If someone states they wish to accomplish an objective within the confines of the mission, that was their directive to do so. If Kaira needed assistance, she could call Lucien and he would be there within the second, overriding the former directive.
But that didn’t mean that Lucien wasn’t curious as to what was occurring in that area. Merely that he had something else to occupy his time.
“Better not die on me.”
A wish of sorts that Lucien believed. Not to say he was particularly heartless, but considering his situation, he didn’t wish to see another Flame Haze buried. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Boundaries shift, new players step in; but power always finds a place to rest its head. But it wasn’t exactly like he enjoyed seeing his fellow comrades in arms killed.
