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Lucy grimaced as Looney attacked her with emotions, disgusted by his carefree attitude and childish display. "Have sleep overs and beat up mean people and make waffles," Lucy's eyes widened slightly, unsure if she had heard him properly. Beat up mean people and make waffles? And what the hell could his fascination with stairs be?

Lucy tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but was surprised to find that her little marionette was much stronger than she first anticipated. This was a disappointing and slightly terrifying experience for her. And then, as quickly as it began, Looney stopped and stared into her eyes. For some reason, this disturbed Lucy even more so than the hug. It was as if his eyes were a pool of hidden knowledge, and she was afraid to see what she would find within them. At his comment about the color change, she nodded softly, unconsciously allowing her hand to drift to her face. He thought it looked prettier this way? Even from the only seconds of memories from Amellia, it was obvious that the eye colors had brought the girl much pain. Had anyone in her lifetime also believed them to be. . . pretty?

Her thoughts were broken by the chilling words she was not soon to forget. "Oooh, Sharp pointy objects!"

Lucy's eyes widened at this expression, watching in shock as the boy scampered away into the armory. Perhaps, if she was lucky, he would trip while carrying such sharp, pointy objects and save her the hassle of dealing with him for and longer. That would be pleasant, and convenient. Although, it would be disappointing to lose her toy so early in the game. Oh well, there were others. She sighed, bored and unsure what to do. All she knew was the she would stay the hell away from the armory while he was in there. The last thing she needed was to be tackled again while he held such object. Lucy's eyes wandered the room again, slender fingers twisting around her blonde hair similarly to a bored child. She watched as a black hair man blatantly avoided conversation from another. Lucy was amused by the display and decided to focus on that man for a while, he was difficult to read. As for the other man, she had the instinct to avoid him. Twisting her hair, Lucy painted a soft smile up her lips and approached Jude, ready for the challenge of seducing another ally. "This is an interesting predicament we are in, isn't it?" she asked calmly, her eyes intensely focused upon him. "It makes you wonder who's coming up with the rules, doesn't it?"