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Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Ivory gave him props for not having even flinched as the knife had whipped past him. He seemingly didn't scare easy, that was for sure.

It seemed that choosing to show Geralt an example of what they could do had been a good one. The man had an incredible poker face, he had to admit, but for a second he had noticed that twitch of his lips. His interest had been piqued, which had been his goal. Lucien said nothing as Geralt stood, letting him contemplate. He used that chance to finish the last of his wine. He had been trying to savor it as long as he could.

"There is." He responded simply, before raising an eyebrow. "I'm a little surprised to hear that from a man who clearly holds such confidence. I did not take you to be one for modesty." He said a little amusingly before taking a glance about the room.

"I admit I would not have expected you to live in a place like this, but I like to think someone's choice of accommodation does not reflect on their amount of skill. I would have been a little more concerned if I had walked into an unnecessarily large, flashy mansion. Convincing you to join a travelling circus might have been far more out of reach for us." He said before giving Ivory a small glance. "Each one of our performers has something they're good at. I value diversity, as does the public. While I wouldn't call you a simple stage magician, I think someone like you is exactly what we need to.. spice things up a little." He said with a smile.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Ivory's expression didn't change as Geralt's gaze shifted toward her. She kept her continued disdain for him hidden, after all, she didn't want to make things harder for Lucien, so instead of grimacing at him, she smiled. Yes, she was confident. She was confident in Lucien's ability to convince this man to join them. Geralt wasn't the only man who was good with words.

Lucien's smile didn't fade, chuckling a little amusingly at the man's response. He didn't expect this to be easy, and the man's questions were understandable. They were completely strangers to him here, and they had somehow managed to find him, in a place where he would have never expected such a man with fame to live. That accomplishment was not an easy one.

"I must admit, you are correct, he really didn't. If you weren't Geralt the Great, I would most certainly be disappointed, you certainly have the charisma to be quite popular in our line of work." He said, also taking another sip of the wine he had been given. He was definitely not going to let it go to waste.

The nephilim did not allow himself to be deterred by his question, but he wasn't planning to give him the answer he wanted.

"I'm afraid that's a trade secret, I'm sure you understand. They say a magician never reveals his secrets correct?" He said, his smile shifting to a bit of an apologetic one. "I can assure you though, that the location of your home was not shared with anyone else, if that is another one of your concerns. I understand that you haven't practiced in a while, but my troupe has a set of skilled individuals that make us different than the average circus. I think you could enjoy yourself there." He said, leaning back a little on his chair, before shifting a glance at Ivory. He motioned her forward a little, knowing she would understand. He figured showing him would be more effective. Perhaps it would further pique his interest.

Ivory glanced at Lucien as he turned his attention to her. Her smile shifted into a smirk of her own as she looked back at Geralt, lifting her hand. An elegant, thin-looking knife materialized over her hand. The dhampir grasped hold of it, and with no hesitation, she thrust her hand forward. There was no unnecessary movement in her actions, and no hesitance, as the knife shot across the room, mere inches from the side of Geralt's head, before it buried itself into the wall. She waited a second, before shifting her hand in an elegant, beckoning motion, as the knife flew back to her hand. She caught it with ease, and began tossing it up and down in her hand. At least she could entertain herself with this now. Throughout this whole process, her eyes hadn't left the man across from her. Yes, Ivory was extremely confident.

"Sorry about your wall." She said simply. At the very least, she had chosen a thin knife. She had been somewhat considerate.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien was about to explain what happened, but it was cut short as he took note of his friend's state. He followed his gaze to the wound that Faolan had then revealed. He paled and quickly rushed to him, his expression stricken with worry. He completely ignored his question, this being much more important than that. Taking a closer look at the injury, he could see something shiny sticking out of it. Who had done this to him? At this time Faolan shouldn't even have been in their room, but working. Had the same men gotten to him too? He shook his head, shifting his focus. At this point trying to conceal himself was the last thing on his mind. Faolan was hurt, and he could see these strange, dark veins spreading up the side of his neck. Had the blade been poisoned? The wound didn't seem that large, but it was clearly heavily affecting him. He wasn't sure how his healing ability worked with something like this, but he had to try.

"Try not to move." He told him as went down on his knees, getting a better look at the bloody wound. The other half of the object was clearly still embedded inside of him. He didn't want to dig it out. If.. he focused his healing on the inside first, perhaps the force of it would shove the small knife out. He ignored Faolan's protests, his expression becoming much more focused as he placed his hand over the wound. He could tell the larger man had been incredibly weakened, considering at his normal strength he would have easily been able to push him away.

Lucien focused on Faolan's injury, his hand beginning to radiate a small amount of light that seemed to emanate warmth. He could feel the shift of the skin and the blade within it as it slowly began to heal. He had been correct in his assumption. He grimaced slightly, knowing this was probably incredibly painful, but there weren't any other options. Pulling the small blade out might only increase the bleeding. The process felt like it was taking longer than he would have liked, but this was also the worst injury he had ever had to heal. Eventually, what he had thought to be the end of the knife clattered to the ground, but Lucien didn't pay it much attention, immediately rising to his feet once more and looking his friend over with worry for any other sign of injury.

"A-Are you alright? Did they hurt you anywhere else? Was that poisoned?" His questions came out much faster and rushed than normal as he tried to get a better look at the darkened veins in his neck.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

It was clear that the man's words had double meaning. It was obvious the man wasn't trying to hide his intent at all. He didn't particularly care, considering he was used to both men and women making advances on him. He had to admit though, this man was clearly confident, to be so forward even though they had just met. He didn't deny the man was attractive, but it took a lot more than sweet words and compliments to win someone like him over.

"Yes.. they are aren't they?" He simply agreed, refraining from commenting on what he said next. Paris made sense, considering it was the home of the arts. It certainly would have attracted someone who was interested in something like magic.

Geralt's next comment caught Lucien a little off guard. He furrowed his brow ever so slightly, although it would have hardly been notable to someone who wasn't paying attention, though he was sure the man was. He hadn't expect such a question, nor did he have an answer for it. However, he wasn't all that inclined in sharing that bit of his personal life with a man he had just met. It was this that caused him to break the eye contact, but luckily he was saved from having to answer the question.

Ivory's irritation had only grown by Geralt's comments. At this point, she knew that this would only continue, and as much as she understood Lucien's intent to form a relatively good relationship with the man before he asked him to join was probably important. Formalities and all that, but the comment he made in regards to Lucien's name was what finally prompted her to interrupt. That was none of his business. She cleared her throat, loudly.

"Lucien. I'm sure you two will have plenty of time to speak after he accepts our offer." She spoke up. Normally she would not have cared to simply cut off the conversation, but she knew some men didn't take well to being interrupted during their so called flirting. At least her choice of words would most likely make the man curious. If it could make the man more likely to accept, and not to mention, could get them out of this damn place as fast as possible, she was all for it.

Lucien straightened up, shifting his gaze back to the man and giving him a smile, fully composed once more."Ah yes, what we came here for. Mr. Wagner, also known as, Geralt the Great, correct? We have heard of your many.. talents. You're quite popular in our line of work. You see, I am the Ringmaster of Cirque D'étoiles. I came here to ask if you would give us the honor of joining our troupe?" He asked, getting straight to the point this time around. He felt there was not as much need for small talk anymore.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien was glad the man didn't pry any further. He glanced up as the ship's horn blasted for the last time, and he felt the ship sway. They were leaving now. It seemed that this man was the complete opposite of him. He was certainly much better traveled than he. It made him curious of all the places he could have possibly been to. Honestly, he was a little jealous. At his following suggestion, Lucien nodded, giving the port city of Bordeaux one final glance before he headed down below with Faolan.

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The first week of travel had gone by slowly. It was certainly different for him, to spend so many days in a place so unlike the church, crowded with so many people. He was sure some people would dislike such things but.. for him it was an entirely different experience, and he didn't particularly mind it. Faolan didn't seem to be that fond of staying below deck, so he always had plenty of chances to get a beautiful view of the open sea. A sight he felt he would never tire of. When Faolan was off working in the ship, for the most part Lucien stayed below deck, to avoid trouble as Faolan had suggested. During the days his shifts were the longest however, he grew a little restless. Staying inside while he knew they were sailing the open ocean was difficult, after all he wanted to enjoy as much of it as he possibly could. Just.. a little while wouldn't hurt, right? Is what the nephilim told himself.

It was then that he decided to make his way above. Unfortunately, Lucien did not make it there. He felt a strong force collide with the beck of his head, sending him stumbling forward to the ground as he had not been expecting it. The strength of it sent him to the ground, where his vision blurred as he attempted to get a grip on his surroundings. He felt shuffling in his clothes, and what he could vaguely register as the voices of Englishmen before then there was nothing.

"Ain't so tough without yer boyfriend are ye?" That was the only thing he was able to register, and just like that they were gone. It took a little while for Lucien to regain himself. This was the closest he had ever gotten in his life to getting hurt, but what he felt wasn't pain, it had mostly been the shock of having been taken by surprise. He forcibly blinked a few times, before he felt the back of his head. No blood, he was fine. Lucien rose to his feet, by now completely regaining himself. His coat had been messed with, and feeling through his pockets, he realized his pouch of coins was missing. The money the priests had entrusted him with. That however was not what the nephilim cared for. The necklace he always wore, the only thing he had of his fathers, it was gone. At this, he immediately grew alarmed. This was the one thing he could not part with. Panicked, Lucien ran back down, heading below deck. It had to be those men from before, it was the only thing he could think of. Upon running through the halls, he caught a flash of red hair, a familiar red. He quickly stopped, and backtracked. Normally he wouldn't have wanted to bother him with this, but this relic was too important to lose.

"Faolan! I-I need your help!"

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien let out a small chuckle at his compliment. "It was my second language, so I'm quite familiar. Though, I must take a moment to say your French is just as good." He said, recognizing the slight difference in their accent. It seemed he had spent some time in Northern France.

He took a small sip of the wine, taking a moment to savor in its taste. It was quite satisfying. It had been far too long. His golden eyes shifted back to Geralt at his question. He could almost sense the man's gaze. It was then that the shift in attitude began to make sense. It wasn't the first time he had been looked at in this manner.

"Bordeaux. You were close. The red wines of Rhone could most certainly compare, though I am most likely biased in saying ours are better." He said a little jokingly, a hint of amusement in his tone.

It was here that Ivory began to grow a little impatient. Sure, she was quite aware of how good of a talker Lucien was. It was easy to get pulled into conversations with him, but seeing this man, she could tell that he was the same, though she was well aware that the intentions behind it weren't the same. It was clear he held an interest in Lucien, considering how focused he was on him. It wasn't like he was trying to hide it either, but she was sure that Lucien was also aware of it. She really just hoped they hurried this along. He was clearly a playboy, considering he had a woman in the other room and held no shame in flirting so openly with Lucien. It was the type of man she disliked the most.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien watched Geralt with curious eyes as he began to serve the wine, amusement visible in his expression as he was asked which he wanted. It seemed however that his question required no answer. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the wine he had chosen, a small smile tugging at his lips as he received the glass from him. It was a little surprising that he had caught on to the fact he was French. Nowadays he was fairly good at hiding his accent.

"It is indeed." He said, pausing for a moment to swirl the wine in his glass for a moment, allowing him to take in the nostalgic scent. "Danke schön" He responded in fluent German, using a more formal version of thanks. Granted, he already knew the man was German from how well known he was and the bits of information they had on him, but considering German had been Lucien's second language, he was quite familiar with recognizing the faint traces of it.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien shook his head. "None taken, I guess I'll just have to be more careful.. I didn't really think it would be this much of a problem." While he had been warned, it had been more of a 'try not to draw attention to yourself and avoid certain people,' but that was easier said than done. That much he had learned quickly.

His next question caught him off guard a little. He hadn't thought he'd ask about that. Perhaps he should have thought twice before mentioning it. "No.. it was nothing like that. There were just.. extenuating circumstances. They were simply being protective." He said, letting out a bit of a nervous laugh. That was the most amount of detail he could give without completely giving himself away. Taking note of the fact the ship was finally setting out to leave, he decided to quickly change the subject.

"So.. what brings you to America?" He asked.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien made his way over to one of the two chairs as Geralt motioned for them to sit down, Ivory in tow as she took a seat beside him. From observation alone, the man gave off the vibe that he didn't really seem to belong in a place like this. He certainly had the manners and grace that he felt the famous magician should have. It made him curious as to why he was living like this. Had he grown tired of that life? Or did he simply prefer modesty? For some reason he felt like it was not the case. He definitely held an attraction and charisma that he felt his circus could definitely use.

"Wine is quite alright, if you would be so kind." He said, figuring there was no need to deny the offer. Normally he might have refused but, he wanted to remain on friendly terms. Plus, it had been a while since he had a taste of wine. He had refrained from purchasing alcohol once their financial troubles had begun. There were more important things he had focused on getting for the good of everyone else.

Ivory quirked a brow at the man's offer, a little surprised at the very particular choice of words. Considering the environment he seemed to live in, for a moment it made her wonder if he really might be a vampire, but she shook it off, mostly because it was her hope that he wasn't. It would be irritating to have him around if so. He certainly had a way with words, at the very least. It was for that reason that she was wary.

"No thanks." She said simply. After all, she already had plenty to drink.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien shifted his gaze downward at his words. He was a little embarrassed to not have known but.. there was not much he could do about that. He had studied a lot while at the church, so he knew where Ireland was, and how tense the situation was with England. In fact he had all sorts of historical knowledge, he had no lack of books to read growing up. Considering he didn't really have much else to do. If he wasn't in the church courtyard he was studying in his room or attempting to help out whenever he was able.

"Catholic, actually.." He said before he lifted his gaze once more to look out into the city. "It's.. my first time outside of the general area of the church.. yes.. I.. wasn't really allowed out very much." He muttered.