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Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm hoping that Marty may get a love interest, by I don't see that happening, so...@Erklings25

Theres always beep boop.
\_[o_o]_/

jk

@Echoes

Ah. I was a bit salty at first, but welcome aboard.
Luci is mostly going to be messing with people by acting all robotic just to be difficult and literal for the lolz.

I guess we'll have to see how the thread goes. >_<

Ooh, another bisexual French lady doctor/explorer...this one's even real.

x_x

Other:
- Has the voice of Atriox.
- Hates the smell of perfume.
- Thinks smaller Earth mammals would be edible.@ShiningSector

<_<;;

@Polaris North
I know! We need a food taster! Just to check if anything is poisoned. Like if they fall to the ground, turn blue, and start choking then you know the food is poisonous. Then you leave them choking on the floor. The ISSE isn't paying anyone to mess around!@Erklings25

Luci's internal maceration unit breaks down carbons for fuel (waste being incinerated and exhaled)...why shouldn't it also identify the toxicity of such contents?
>_>

Sorry for the deus ex machina, so to speak.

"Contents passive...tastes terrible, though"
*Keeps eating berries* <w<

Stepping through the halls, Luciel fought to compose his steps which found a deliberate pace since he was more than willing to leave, and wanted nothing more than to break out into a sprint. This whole arrangement seemed like such a waste of time, simply reminding humanity that he existed...since they seemed to have no interest in compassion or coexistence. His footsteps slowed almost to a stop, pacing in the direction from which he came in the hope of finding the main gate. As tall of a talk that he slung, the nature of the event and even his emotions unnerved him.

Luciel jumped as Aya spoke, a click of a creak rising from his hands as his head spun to find the fellow halfbreed. "I-Iz fine..." his voice soft as he let his accent once again push to the surface. "I am leavink, before I am robbed or driven out" the demonic cleric chuckled, retrieving his hands to abandon the silver crucifix long enough to look over his hands. The stress had already been enough for his blood to will the tips into now viable weapons. They would only grow even more sharp and keen with intent, faith having failed Luciel to prevent such ends.
Her apology worked a small smile to Luciel's expression, his hands clicking claws against each other before almost compulsively finding and folding over the silver once more. "Iz nohszink. I...did not szink zehr vher many ouf us in zeh verld. Color me surprised...ehn...I am not so forward..." he explained, absolving her regret and dismissing his will to share details about himself in the same friendly but somehow distant tone. 

Tilting his hands while folded, he looked over the tips of his now clawed fingers. "Zehr vill be a time. Zehy vill need us, ehn aaaall it takes iz a single second ouf any day...ouf any veek...ouf any month" he mused, wholly aware of what he had to offer, though darkly suspecting his own death before his time would come to prove himself. Luciel dismissed the hungering darkness with the shake of his head and resuming the state of his hand, looking over to Aya.
"Livink here. Vhy did you vahnt to live among humans?" he asked, trying to leave the question as open as possible since he assumed that no 'mutt' in town simply had to live in town. Accepting as this king sounded like, his subjects had made it clear that his order was either left unrespected, unfounded or simply myth. Luciel knew nothing of politics and was in no position to debate, though he still felt sore for how humanity chose hypocrisy over sensibility.

Accepting of everyone like us...unless we even think you're not like us, no matter the color of your character or physical appearance.

Maybe things would be better after a week when the yams and carrot stock are ready. Time would tell.

@Lightning

@LadyinInk
Did they give you the good stuff for the pain?

Also, top and bottom?

ALSO, I hope recovery is smooth.
>_<;

Well, I guess it's the weekend.
I don't remember making that post...  x_x

Lucile will slaughter everyone haha@LadyinInk

Maybe? Idk.

EDIT: If he did, he'd at least feel super bad about it.

Cleric or no, Luci still holds only a certain measure of patience. He has better things to do than get caught up in human social qualms.

He delivers the tribute.
He gets meek compensation. (not this time)
And then he leaves.

Breakfast was nice, but almost being robbed (again), having his guard be rude, ungrateful and scorn his gesture of good will before implying they were going to shrug him off onto the next person who even looks like a guard?

Tools can be made, and Luciel knows when he's overstayed his welcome.
Man or woman, humanity suffered enough of his presence for one day. All he can do is toss their pettiness back into their laps before leaving.

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