Hawlin

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Nawh, that's Luciel's assistant/guard cactus. It doesn't really do anything despite his efforts to try to make it sentient. However, he's managed to empathetically link to "Sharon" enough to know the thing enjoys stabbing people. :P

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Being realistic about a foreigner moving into the country for reasons other than a business venture.
Money is tight, to say the least...no wonder he owns a cactus. (Needs little resources and can be tapped for hydration should water become an issue)

#cactusundere

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With a hand, Luciel turned the glass with the shifting flower towards the waiter who'd offered them the glass as if trying to gain their attention before quickly giving up. It was clear that a simple plant sprouting from nothing wasn't nearly interesting enough to draw them away from their job; who was to say what else they'd seen that night, alone.
Sighing, the hunter mixed the iced tea mix with the iceless water from the tap, using his pinky to stir. Whomever had the displeasure of owning the facility obviously had more important things to do than manage quality towards paying customers.
The flavor was supposed to be similar to raspberry, though it came off like cheap lemonade. It smelled dissuading, but the knight had consumed arguably less palatable and cheaply unhealthy things in his borderline poverty since moving to Sonomachi. Struggle stemmed from sacrifice, and he'd never known the taste of a silver spoon.

Lifting the glass, he went to take a sip before jumping as hands rested on his shoulders. The motion almost spilled the cheap beverage, small ripples of reds and violets rippling like water from where the woman's hands touched while she spoke. "Yes vell...zeh night iz young" he mused as to excuse what he perceived as criticism before taking a sip. It was weirdly sweet, probably being mostly sugar by how the cafe seemed to be run in such a manner. "Ehn I am not picky vith beverage formalities" Luciel continued, folding one leg over the other and leaning back as the doughnut was set in front of him before softly musing, "A packet ouf powder does not concern eitzelf vith zeh time ouf day~" with a sigh and a chuckle while they stared the culinary confection down.

Sweets...pastries and sugary snacks never appealed much to the albino. A tiny weakness in his teeth made them painfully sensitive to the acid. It was debatably a blessing in disguise since his image was easily maintained without the temptation of such things as what the intoxicating aroma of the freshly baked pastry promised to offer. It wasn't to say he didn't appreciate the offer or that he hated sweets, it just hurt to eat them.
It reminded him that he should probably stop by the store after he hopefully got paid from tonight's job. Luciel was admittedly quite hungry after running out of food almost a day ago. A bottle of sriracha and other spices were a poor supplement for sustenance since he valued his tastebuds' natural quality of not being melted.

News about the man known as the 'Cataloger' meant little to the gentleman hunter. There were no artifacts for him to lose, and no reason to be of interest to some weirdo who creeped on those that did. However, the missions were particularly interesting. Beating up teens seemed like an easy way to put hours in, though maybe a little undignified. The spirits and customs of Japan were strange and he was a little worried about overdoing it or not bowing at the right time or other craziness. It was a good option to fall back on, though the activity in the park was more of his forte. Whatever mysterious there is would have a rough time trying to overtake Luciel in his natural environment.
Diplomacy concerning the riverside was none of Luciel's business. He wasn't the best when it came to talking to people he didn't know, and he didn't live by the riverside and had nothing to lose from a failed mission. That in mind, it was easier not to affiliate himself with appealing to the faith in others with high tension. In his personal opinion, it'd be as open and shut of a case as beating up the teen at the temple.
He'd be certain to head to the park. The wildcard of the unknown occurrences would be interesting, but there wasn't much he wouldn't be prepared for...he could go for a walk in the park, anyway.

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@KoLI'll quick edit that part in on that assumption.
I was curious about that, too.

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@KoL
Oh sorry. I'm not usually in the way of doing that. I just assumed two glasses of water wouldn't be an issue for (what I assume is) a waitress.
It won't become a thing. Promise.

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Feng shui...
The idea never occurred to the albino, the suggestion echoing as he closed the door behind the japanese tutor who'd been helping him acclimate to the change of scenery. Looking back, Luciel figured their accommodations were a bit...unrefined. A metal folding chair where a pillow sat upon turned slightly away from their desk where a cactus sat next to his laptop. Given his affinity, it was strange that the only life he'd come to surround himself with was the tsundere of the plant kingdom. To liven things up, he'd strung a small beaded necklace around the main section which was supported by two tiny branches. It was what you did with plants like this or something.
The rest of his flat was nondescript, a futon rolled up and pinned to the wall by a coffee table which sat on its side to give the small room as much of an open feel as possible; however, the means he went about scooting most of his possessions against the walls gave an unsettlingly vacant vibe. Luciel didn't even know what he would do with the majority of the space, though having everything crowding around made him feel a little claustrophobic.

Collapsing back in the folding chair, he eyed his 'friend' on the desk before lifting a finger to absent-mindedly scratch at the thick hide of the plant with a long sigh. In the process, his attire washed with a fluttering amber hue from its previous black sweater and jeans to something resembling a robe which curled at the edges. The gentle waves of autumn colors came to a halt, cracking as the sting of the call came to end Luciel's day off. Canceling his flex, the material tightly bound to his figure before a section washed over his face up to his nose to resemble a scarf tucked into a long coat. He kicked a shoebox out from under the desk, knocking the top off to reveal two flat plates of steel which he rested his toes on before settling his heels on the accompanying blocks of metal. With a popping groan, the snug material around his legs washed over the metal and drew upwards, sectioning off around his calves to resemble laced boots which he lifted out.

In the process of making his way to the door, every step rippled cool colors of teal before settling on simple black for the boots and pants and a plainolive drab for the coat which the black and white plaid scarf tucked into. Lastly, and with a glance to the mirror beside the door, he donned their messenger bag with one hand while running their fingers through the snow white hair which fluttered and feathered as it gained a brunette hue down to the bound section of length many would call a ponytail which hung to the side.

"Vee shall...~" Luciel mused with a light chirp to his tone before exiting his abode, certain his appearance wouldn't draw attention. What? A man...woman? They left an apartment?
Those he knew figured him for a brunette with a taste for big coats, though strangers often shot quizzical glances as if trying to figure him out. Humanity made the hunter grossly uncomfortable, especially being in crowds of them. Thankfully, the herd thinned as he reached the outskirts of their territory. Whether it was due to the flux of spiritual energy or some mix of negative disposition towards the eerie silence, Luciel was never certain. However, he felt oddly at home in the quiet, abandoned streets.

The door to the cafe closed softly behind the bundled figure who stepped into the room with light clicks of metal soles on the floor. With a brush back of their arms to push the coat out of the way while they sat at the bar, the edges of the coat seemed to flex and curl. Drab olive thinned from a mint green to snow white.
Luciel glanced over to Kazuki as they spoke to Ellie, lifting a finger to get the attention of another barista. "Vahtever iz on tap...ohn zeh rocks" he cooly requested with an emotionless wink of formality, making the waitress roll her eyes before fetching a glass. While she filled it with water from the sink. It was a small joke that began on his first day and ended up sticking; the glass of water being met with what looked like a crumpled piece of beige paper tossed by Luciel, which quickly sank to the bottom.
Small tendrils rapidly expanded from the paper to lace with the marbles as a stem bolted from the water and swiftly bloomed into a crimson rose whose edge's of the petals faded to an inky black.

She then placed a second glass with a packet of instant iced tea on the counter, exchanging it with Luciel's payment. It was an effort to liven up the place, and he really didn't have the money to blow on fancier drinks.

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@KoL
I guess I don't entirely understand the format for writing out artifacts, much less explaining how he got it.
nvm.

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So, what's this I hear about starting with treasures? :o

If its not too late to have one, I was hopping to propose having one for the sole purpose of mobility. Like an earring or hairpin that conjures functional wings of sorts.

As for the Youkai, they can still be harmed through magic or physical objects under the sway of magic? (Such as a mobile Venus flytrap monster)

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--No longer attending--

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@j8cob Here I was about to make the guard to Luciel's rapier plated with silver ^^; (Still might edit that part in since its otherwise an insignificant choice of aesthetic finesse)
But yeah. I can see how they'd very easily get along. Still not sure about the name, but I guess that's what nicknames are for.