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Lucien

"No one gives us the right...we take it."

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a character in “The End of Days”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"People are not born heroes or villains; they’re created by the people around them.” }
― Chris Colfer


Bad Moon Rising | Morning Ritual (Cover) || World On Fire | Les Friction || Everybody Wants To Rule The World | Lorde (Cover)
|| Fifteen Minutes | Robbie Nevil || Brother | Matt Corby || Black | Kari Kimmel



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|| Full Name ||
Lucien
{ LOO-ci-en }

| Nickname |
Lucy (not recommended)
Luc { Luke }

| Wings Description |
N/A

| Name of Sword |
Mutuus
{ moo-toos }

| Sword Description |
Mutuus is very submissive to Lucien's needs. Their relationship does not stem from a sentimental level, it's more of a mutual partnership. That being said, Mutuus will do everything in its power to protect its wielder.

| Sexuality |
"I am utterly indifferent to sexual orientation"
No preference

| Role |
Fallen

| Mentality |
His outlook towards humans is, for lack of a better word, complicated. In retrospect, he is not unlike his brethren. Lucien may have Fallen but it wasn't for any child of man. He wouldn't spare a glass of water to a son or daughter dying of thirst much less fall from grace for one. That being said, he does not voice his abhorrence towards them, nor does he display it openly. He takes the role as the surveyor, watching as a spectator in unbiased curiosity. He no longer cares whether they live or die so long as they do not stand in his way.



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{"Does anyone want to try not being completely predictable?” }



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| Quirks || Habits || Oddities |

There's a perpetual scowl on his face
He has the tendency to brood quite often
His eyebrows emote what his face does not
Rarely smiles {though when he does it's eye catching
He usually finds the nearest shadow and skulks in it
His humor is rather dark but he is known to be quite the sass-master
His movements are fluid but he otherwise remains very still

| Talents || Strengths || Skills |

Strategy
Persuasion
High pain threshold
Fighting {Angels & Humans}
Withholding information {Being vague & cryptic}

| Flaws || Weakness |

Harbors huge grudge against Micheal
Without mercy once provoked
Major Daddy issues
Short temper

| Fears |

øDying at the hand of manø

{After he fell, he doesn't have much to lose. He does not fear what other angels might. Trivial paranoia such as the loss of one's wings or being revoked of a higher status do not hinder him anymore. The only thing he has to fear is losing whatever dignity he has left. To him, it would be losing his life at the hands of those which he stood up against.}


| Secrets |

His identity amongst the angels is unknown to most if not all of them
He has two long, grotesque scars between his shoulder blades
{Clipped of his wings}




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{"I asked you politely and I only do that once.” }



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| Personality |

{ Adaptable, Clever, Deceptive, Enigmatic, Forthright }

There are many sides to this allegorical coin in regards to what makes up Lucien's personality. On the exterior there's this brooding, phlegmatic individual who will go through any means to reach an end. Whether or not he can be perceived as "good" is a matter of perspective. The walls he's built up around himself are so high that he remains nameless amongst angels and humanity alike. He's known under one name; a name no one has heard before angels walked the earth. His presence is almost oppressive—a looming occupancy that demands attention where none is desired. Though he tries hard to remain under the radar, there's a promise in his demeanor that is nothing if not foreboding. He has this satirical eloquence about him coupled with a silver tongue which leaves everyone who have attempted a battle of wits against him feeling defeated and self-conscious. Many have referred to him as 'sassy' with all the sardonic prose he utters accompanied by his ever expressive eyebrows. Though smug, you'd never see him boasting about his intelligence or strength, choosing instead to leave much to the imagination. Stern and impassive, he's dead set in his ways and will not wane for anyone. He doesn't play well with others, nor does he succumb to trivial things like sentiment and empathy. He looks out for himself and has no intention of dying for others.

However-...that was before he fell, before he'd been cast out on his own without his wings. Before he was forced onto earth he was a vivacious character full of wit and charm and benevolent allure. He went by another name then but he was beloved and kind. When it came to his brothers and sisters he was as protective as they come and would always fight for the ones he loved. Being a skilled swordsman, he was both a role model for his lessers and a valuable ally to his betters. He was perhaps the most loyal of his kind, following orders without question or doubts. Perhaps he was naive in that respect, too dependent on someone else telling him what to do. There's been no one to lead him since he was banished. From the time his feet hit the ground he has been making it up as he went, forced to mingle with the very beings he'd sworn to hate. Having been subjected to their company for so long has made him aloof in regards to whether they lived or died. There has never been a son or daughter of man that had the will strong enough to peel back each layer and uncover what lies within, who has the ability to show Lucien his own potential. Until then, he remains a mystery, dawning the mask of the detached misanthrope.




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{"I had a vision. A vision of peace.” }



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| Likes |

Loyalty Bravery Intelligence Those who are strong willed Verbal eloquence Those who stay true to their beliefs Theology His car Reading Animals Classical music Sparring Forestry Rain Autumn leaves Winter snow Canines




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{"If you’re going through hell, keep going.” }
- Winston Churchill



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| Dislikes |

Idiocy Others' lack of common sense Predictability Being without flight Hypocrisy Being susceptible to sin Large bodies of water Obnoxious music Obnoxious humans Having his judgement questioned The Aerie Technology Taking orders Bible thumpers Mexican food Cigarettes Alcohol Carbonated beverages Sweets Artificial flavoring Being called Lucy Betrayers Liars Angels Archangels Those who are brash Socializing Sentiment Empathy Pity Jealousy Headless wrath Birds




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{"You don't fight for a leader. You fight for a leader's cause.” }



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| History |

Even when pressed, Lucien does not speak of what his life was like before he was banished to earth. He also will not account for how long he's been on earth either. Whether he does this out of embarrassment or to conceal his identity goes without saying. A little over two months ago, however, Lucien will tell you that he was working as a mechanic when he saw what looked like falling stars plummeting from space. Being a former angel himself, he knew what they were before they hit the ground. To state that he was bummed about the angels making their home amongst humanity would be a grave understatement. His coworker Oliver Snow was in the shop with him when it happened. He knew very little about the man then, save for his name and the fact that he was a veteran. Oliver wanted to talk about his military service almost as much as Lucien wanted to talk about how he'd been banished to earth so, needless to say, he didn't learn much else on the subject. It wasn't like he really cared anyway.

A few days after the angels got to earth, they began capturing humans, storing them as pets and/or slaves in that settlement they had. The Aerie, Lucien believed it was called. When an angel tried to kidnap Oliver and himself, Lucien had no qualms in killing the bastard. He took the angel's sword Mutuus as his own and gained its loyalty out of fear. Of course Oliver wouldn't just take it sitting down; he demanded to know the truth. It was then that he had to reveal what he was to the human, explaining how he was able to hold his own against an angel. From then on Oliver voiced his disdain for what the angels were doing. He felt as though the angels were taking advantage of humanity's hospitality and he wanted it to end. The problem was, he didn't know where to start. That's essentially how The Resistance came to be. Rallying those who wanted the angels off the earth, Oliver remained in the foreground as their leader while Lucien provided them with information and strategies. He would sneak into The Aerie whenever he could, committing the layout of the structure to memory and recruiting some humans who were there against their will to at as double agents. He remains the only link to the outside world when it comes to the sons and daughters of man, but he never cared enough to actually assist in their escape.

Today he bides his time until the next organized attack, existing in the background and watching as things unfurl.





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{"If you want to fight and die for something, do it for something meaningful.” }



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|Other|

He owns a black 2010 Camaro
His wardrobe consists of henleys, a leather jacket, and jeans




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Character Dialogue || #5E6C7D
Character Thought || #7D6F5E

Face Claim || Tyler Hoechlin
As Portrayed By: ibecameinsane



So begins...

Lucien's Story

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"I don't have the luxury of leaning on anyone's strength, least of all an Angel's."
{ 654 Words | Sunset | The Aerie }





Regardless of what Oliver had said, Lucien did not pout. He just didn't want to go. Not only did he
abhor dressing up, he also loathed the company. So he faced his comrade's request with a scowl, much
like he did everything else, but ultimately found himself dressed in a charcoal suit with a mask in the
passenger seat. He's been to the manor so often that they barely spare a second glance before waving
him through. They recognize his vehicle no doubt, his face as well. Lucien just couldn't see what all the
excitement was about. Regardless, he was to attend, if only to be Oliver's informant. He supposed he
could keep himself busy with debriefing those Children of Men working for the Resistance but what else
was there? So the Angels were trying to curry the Resistance's favor with a masquerade ball. So what?
Whoever had the bright idea to let humans freely roam the Aerie didn't have their head on straight but
it was hardly his problem. There was no telling what their motive was for letting humans come in and
leave but Lucien had this sneaking suspicion that it wasn't the Resistance the Angels wanted to have on
their good side. Upon seeing all of the humans in attendance, it would be safe to say that it's working.

Donning the mask, Lucien stepped into the crowd with every intention of stopping by one of the bar to
grab a shot of whisky. If there was anything he could give the Aerie credit for, it was their alcohol. Minutes
later, he had his back to the crowd and a half pint of Bourbon in his hand. There wasn't any sign of those
Sons of Man he'd become acquainted with, although, it wasn't like he actually took a moment to look for
them. He just hoped that he'd be able to find them amongst the array of masks and wings. Surely he'd be
able, he figured, but that thought was cut off short when he was nearly barreled into by a rambunctious Son
of Man in red. "Can I get one um-..." he began, curling his lips in indecision. Lucien scoffed in disbelief despite
himself. Turning his gaze to the young man, he watched as he flushed beneath his mask. "...-oh crap."

"You've never ordered anything at a bar, have you?" Lucien drawled, catching the attention of bright amber eyes.

He smiled at bit, his voice nervous as ran his artisan hands through tousled hair, "Is it that obvious?"

Lucien eyebrows went pert, answering the young man's question with the affirmative without having to utter a
single word. "Let's just start you off with something easy, alright?" He suggested, turning to the bartender
and ordering, "One rum and coke. Can I get a refill as well?" The Daughter of Man serving drinks gave a nod
of affirmation before she went to fixing the drinks. Lucien turned in his seat to face the Son of Man head on.
"Who do you belong to?"

"Excuse me?"

Leaning forward at the waist, Lucien put his lips to the Son of Man's ear, ignoring the small intake of breath he'd
coaxed out of him for sake of muttering, "You're not from outside the Aerie, you wouldn't be wearing an anklet
otherwise. Clearly you've never had a drink, which you would have had you face one day outside of these walls. So, tell
me,"
he leaned away with a cocked brow, his face somber with disinterest despite the pressing question, "Who do you
belong to?"


The drinks were placed in front of them then and the Son of Man grabbed his immediately, her gaze hardened with
utter disdain, "I don't belong to anyone, you walking pile of putrescence. I'm no one's property. I am a human being. You?
You're just a bird with an attitude."
With that he took his drink and his leave and Lucien watched his retreating back.

Well-... he thought to himself, Isn't that interesting.




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{ Approx 220 Words | Sunset | The Aerie }





"Don't tell me you've gone all shy on me, Todd." Stiles teased as he laid a hand on the back of the
Angel's neck. He brought their bodies close, not an inch to spare between them. He was pleasantly
surprised that it didn't bother him. He wasn't flailing all over the place like he would've if they were in
front of Simon or some other Angel. Being surrounded by all these strangers was, ironically, akin to
being left alone with him. They danced fluidly with the music with unpracticed grace, their bodies moving
against each other as if they were one being. Todd's hand on the small of his back was a comfortable
weight, lulling him into a warm sense of contentment. His smile could've reached his ears for all he knew
but he couldn't stop if he tried. Without even meaning to he intertwined their fingers were their hands
were clasped together, rubbing circles into the nape of Todd's neck with his thumb. He'd never waltzed
before but no spectator would've been able to tell. Stiles laughed, his whole body moving with the sheer
intensity of it. "You know you're not half bad if I do say so myself, you're actually making me look good."








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"I don't have the luxury of leaning on anyone's strength, least of all an Angel's."
{ Approx 300 Words | Sunset | The Aerie }





To say that Lucien's mood had been soured by the careless tongue of one Son of Man was folly.
He'd been brooding since his Camaro pulled up to the gates, dreading the boredom that was
sure to come. After his little run in with the amber eyed human, he'd vacated the bar at secluded
himself in the grand hall. He leaned up against a pillar, shot of liquor in his hand, watching the party
as it unfolded. He was almost surprised with how well everything was going. Besides the predictable
word vomit coming from some of the human participants, the whole party was seemingly going on
without any fallacies. But of course events would prove to have Lucien eating his words.

Just a short distance away, a Son of Man—though not one from the Aerie—was quarreling with a
fair-haired Angel. It was a simply exchange of words but, like most humans, this young man was
careless. The Angel, Lucien came to realize, was an Arch-Angel. One he knew, if he wasn't mistaken
by the wings. It was a strong identifier, even with the Angel's back to him, and he was almost
positive that the Angel went by the name of Jacob. His suspicions were confirmed when he turned
his back on the human, showing his masked face to him before a punch was thrown. Stupid human

With a long suffering sigh, Lucien pushed himself off of the column and ushered a servant over. He
stepped in between the Son of Man and Jacob as the Arch-Angel turned, offering a nod of acknowledgment
before he greeted him, "Excuse my companion," he said as the servant bent down between
them to clean up the mess. "I'm afraid he doesn't know how to conduct himself in certain company.
It won't happen again, I assure you."
As the servant ducked away, Lucien cast his eyes down to the mess
and offered his hand to Jacob, "No harm done?"

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Ella locked the bathroom door and finally let her smile drop for a moment. She had been walking around the party for quite some time with a forced smile that she had expertly made look natural. She pulled away her mask and readjusted her dress before really looking at herself in the mirror. The normally relaxed and energetic angel had been tense and exhausted for the entire night for some unknown reason. She suspected that it had something to do with the tension that she had been feeling between herself and her sword, Dyplosi, but she did not know why she was especially exhausted tonight.

Looking in the mirror, Ella gave a long sigh and began to touch up the makeup that covered the long cut that ran across the left half of her collar bone. It had healed nicely in the nine weeks since she had received it, but Ella still wondered if it would scar. 'I wonder if this is why Dyplosi seems to hate me lately,' Ella thought to herself. Maybe it was the fact that he had nearly killed her that their relationship was so strained. 'Yeah, I guess that'd strain anyone's relationship.' Ever since the attack on the Aerie, Dyplosi and Ella had been distant and their relationship was so tense that any Angel who happened to be around them could feel it. During the attack, someone -Ella was still not sure who- had taken Dyplosi and swung him toward Ella. The attacker had obviously been aiming for Ella's neck, but she had jumped away just in time for Dyplosi to drag painfully across her collar bone. The attacker had meant to swing again, but Ella had quickly grabbing Dyplosi back away from him. The wound had very nearly killed Ella, but she had lived and within a few weeks of the attack, she was back on her feet, but her relationship with her sword had seen better days. Ella pushed the thoughts and memories out of her mind and winced as she brushed her fingers along the jagged mark. She really hoped it didn't scar. It would be such a pain to have to apply makeup to it every day.

Finishing up, Ella stepped back to look at herself once more. The wound was still raised and visible, but at least it no longer the angry red, puffy mark that it had been a few weeks prior and the makeup helped considerably. Satisfied with her work, Ella gave another long sigh and put back on her usual quirked smile before turning from the mirror and unlocking the door. As she stepped back into the happiness of the gala, Ella gave a quick ruffle of her feathers, shaking as much of the tension out of them as she possibly could.

Ella walked through the small groups of people, smiling at the Angels that she passed and even allowing small smirks at the Children of Men that she came along. A server passed her and asked if she wanted a drink. She took one from the tray that he held, thanked him and then proceeded to down the drink with as much class as Ella could possibly muster. She placed the empty glass back on the tray of a passing server and strolled in no particular direction.

Her aimless wondering brought Ella across a Son of Man in the middle of twisting his knuckles into an Angel's ribs. Ella quickly recognized the Angel's wings and blond hair to be those of the Archangel Jacob. Her brow furrowed and she strode briskly over to the pair just as another Son of Man -though Ella could sense that he was not just another Son of Man- came upon the scene as well.

Ella came to a stop at Jacob's side, making sure to keep her dress out of the spilt liquid on the floor in front of him, and glared at the Son of Man, scrutinizing him. Was this human an idiot? He must be if he had the audacity to punch an Angel -an Archangel at that... and Jacob of all the Archangels. Ella looked from Jacob to the human and then back to Jacob before speaking to no one in particular. "I almost want to know what you said to this human to make him loss any sense he had and punch an Archangel." Ella then looked the Son of Man up and down. He was not bad looking and Jacob killing him would certainly put a damper on Ella's already stressed psyche. As the other, dark haired human -or whatever he might be- spoke to Jacob, Ella turned to the angered Son of Man and flashed him her award-winning smile. "Look, Jock's an asshole, as you clearly know by now, but I think you're gonna want to leave pretty soon," she said under his breathe, hoping that he would understand and leave.

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"I don't have the luxury of leaning on anyone's strength, least of all an Angel's."
{ Approx 500 Words | Sunset | The Aerie }





As another addition entered the conversation Lucien felt himself practically seethe in disdain.
His gaze remained unreadable as well as his expression and his hand lowered. Any chance of
salvaging the situation was all but lost, all because this seraph had to have her input. With his
hand shoved into his pocket, he eyed the Angel, matching her so-called 'charming' grin with
an acidic smile. This is why he never wanted anything to do with Children of Man. You try to
be nice to one and everything falls apart. However, as much of a grudge as he now held for the
Son of Man, nothing could withstand the utter disdain he felt for the Angel in front of him. He had
no opinion of Jacob, nor had he said anything to waver his opinion. What he couldn't stand was
that she inserted herself in a matter she didn't belong. Call him hypocritical but there was a
method to his madness.

"I don't believe you had anything to do with this quarrel, seraph." He stated harshly , "This human
won't be leaving as I've already taken full responsibility for his behavior."
He turned his attention to
Jacob and quirked a brow, "May his actions be of his own from now on but for this action he will not
be charged. If I find him out on his ass be mindful that I'll have no problem putting you out on yours."


He stole a glance at the Son of Man over his shoulder before he moved on, pushing past the woman
before leaving with the last word. Say what they will behind his back but he'd had his say. Now as he
weaved his way through the entangled crowd, he had nowhere to go. What had been an attempt to
recruit another individual into The Resistance was thwarted by an Angel who thought she was more
than she was worth. He stood now in a secluded corridor with a scowl with nothing. Or so he thought.

"My my, what a predicament he's found himself in. Wouldn't you say, Samael?"

"Oh, I couldn't have said it better, Zachariel. What a foolish mistake he's made."

"A very foolish mistake, indeed."

They'd come seemingly out of nowhere, their voices laden in an accent not from here. Lucien turned on a
dime, surprised to see unmasked twins standing behind him with bright smiles on their faces. His eyes
bore into them for a measurable minute before he hissed, Cherubs. He doesn't remember having
encountered them before, which in itself was strange. There wasn't an Angel in The Aerie Lucien didn't
know something about. "What do you want?" He demanded, making a valiant effort to remain blase.

"We want nothing from you, Fallen one."

"Nothing at all. In fact, it would appear you will be the one needing us, will he not brother?"

"Certainly."

"Eventually-..."

"After all, keeping up a façade like yours requires a lot of effort."

Lucien eyes widened slightly and he charged them to demand what they know but with identical smirk and
a hearty flap of their wings they were gone, vanishing just as they appeared-...without a trace.

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Jock watched in amusement as his words sunk in, noting the change in emotions that crossed the young man's partially concealed face. With what appeared to be a 'snap' of emotions, the human cracked. His arm drew back, fingers clenched into a fist, and then his fist connected with Jock's ribs. "Say that again, motherfucker, I dare you." The human snarled.
Jock would have been lying if he didn't concede that the punch had hurt, although perhaps 'hurt' would have been a slight exaggeration. And Jock would never actually admit to being injured by a human. As it was, the punch was more of an uncomfortable pressure than anything else, or at least that was all that Jock would admit to.

Although being punched was far from the top of his wish list, he couldn't help but find the whole situation amusing. After all, it wasn't everyday that some deluded human lost his or her anger at Jock and decided to settle it with fists. More like a monthly occurrence for the Arch-angel. Perhaps at another time, in a different situation Jock might have been angrier, he'd certainly had limbs cut off and humans caged for doing far less. But, luckily for the masked human, Jock appeared to be in a forgiving mood (or at least as forgiving as you could expect from Jock). A small smile flickered across his face as he looked at the human. "You know, I almost felt that." Jock said, his tone irritatingly condescending. His hand came up to lightly brush the targeted spot. It was perhaps slightly more tender than normal, but Jock wasn't about to admit that.

Before he could speak again, possibly with some order for the human, the pair were joined by a darked haired man. Jock didn't recognise him by appearance right away, Lucien was hardly someone that Jock regularly thought about and his face was partially obscured, but the name came to him as soon as the Fallen Angel started to speak. "Excuse my companion... I'm afraid he doesn't know how to conduct himself in certain company. It won't happen again, I assure you. No harm done?"
Jock didn't reply for a moment, his eyes wondering over the Fallen Angel before glancing back to the human. It hardly mattered to Jock whether this human was his companion or not, Lucien's threat was only minimal at the current moment. Jock would have easily gone through the Fallen Angel had the need arisen. However, the night was young and Jock was prepared to let the incident go (his mind was already turning towards the multitudes of alcohol floating around).

Before Jock could reply another figure joined the rapidly growing group, this one an Angel of Jacob's acquaintance. Ella, dressed in a stunning gown and mask, appeared at his side. "I almost want to know what you said to this human to make him loss any sense he had and punch an Archangel." She said to Jock as she eyed the human in question.
"It's my charismatic demeanour, people tend to go a little crazy when I'm around." he replied in a careless drawl, flashing a sly smirk at the human.
Ella turned her attention to the human, flashing him a stunning smile, "Look, Jock's an ass-hole, as you clearly know by now, but I think you're gonna want to leave pretty soon," She told him. Jock raised his eyebrows, pretending to be mock insulted by Ella's name calling. However, rather than try to defend the accusation he simply shrugged. It was true after all and he wasn't in the mood to pretend otherwise.

While Jock didn't take offense to Ella's words, it appeared that Lucien did. Although, it was safe to assume that Lucien was offended by the angel's appearance on the scene and not the name calling.
"This human won't be leaving as I've already taken full responsibility for his behaviour. May his actions be of his own from now on but for this action he will not be charged. If I find him out on his ass be mindful that I'll have no problem putting you out on yours." Lucien said before moving on. Jacob listened, his mind skipping over the warning and instead only hearing the challenge. His smirk became a wolfish grin as he watched Lucien's receding back, then as the Fallen Angel disappeared amongst the crowd Jacob turned his attention back to the Son of Man.
"Well, what'll it be? Are you going to run after your master?" He asked, the wolfish smile on his face taking a more predatory appearance, "Or is little Johnny old enough to play with the big kids."

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"I don't have the luxury of leaning on anyone's strength, least of all an Angel's."
{ Approx 720 Words | Evening | The Aerie }
{ In collaboration with Little Fox }





Having twin cherubs know so much about you when you know nothing about them is quite
enough to get Lucien a bit on edge. Snatching a glass of red wince from a passing platter, he
made his way up to the second floor for no reason at all if not to get some air. The gardens
would be packed, this much he knew, almost as tightly as the halls were. You'd think the near
apocalypse would've wiped out more of the population than this. He was actually pleasantly
surprised by it. Lucien isn't given much time to ponder it, however, when he sees a familiar
woman half leaning half crouching against a wall. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight
of the formal attire she wore in place of her lab coat. It was a pleasant change, in retrospect.
Still, he couldn't leave her there to suffer in the confines of her own mind. Careful with his steps,
Lucien struts over without making a sound, handing her his glass of wine with an open
expression. It was as close to a smile as she was going to get from him, despite their closeness.

"Amelia. It seems Oliver actually managed to convince you to come as well."

"I only came to inspect their security and home layout for...stuff. And possibly fuck someone.
Preventing a future stroke from being overworked by you barbarians."
The Brit had been a bit
startled to hear Lucien's voice, immediately straightening herself up, almost tripping herself in the process.
Taking the glass of wine, she sipped slowly and watched as others walked by slowly. Not many, just
one or two. She looked away, visibly uncomfortable, her teasing tone dropping. "There's so
many of them..."


Sea foam eyes wandered, dancing lazily from one crowd to another before he made a noncommittal
noise at the base of his throat. He didn't know what she meant by that exactly, whether she was
referring to the amount of Angels or the amount of humans or an absurd mixture of both. They
remained in comfortable silence for a while, the both of them just observing, before he saw fit to
break the silence-...if only to distract himself form his own discomfort. "And what did
Oliver say when you told him you'd seek out a potential sex partner instead of what we'd been assigned?"


"You're not there to drink or have sex. You're there to make sure they're not planning
anything,"
she quoted Oliver perfectly and imitated his deep tone almost perfectly with a light snort.
"I can multitask." Her eyes followed a pretty ginger walking by but her face turned into a scowl when she
greeted another with a kiss before turning the corner. "So... What's on the agenda?"

"Absolutely nothing-..." Lucien replied bitterly, eyeing the couple Amelia had her gaze on.
He briefly regretted giving Amelia his wine. At least he'd have something to sip on, to distract
himself. "I already know this building inside and out. There was absolutely no reason for me to
show up here tonight."
He cuts his eyes to her with a cocked brow, "If you're still adamant
on laying with someone I'd suggest going somewhere else. Hardly anyone is on this floor."


Disregarding his last statement, Amelia bored into him with her gaze and stepped forward until
she was almost pressing her chest against him. "So why are you here then?"
Invasive of his personal space, she curiously peered at him longer with widened eyes as if he
had just grown a third arm.

With his eyebrows emoting more than his countenance, it was evident—if only slightly—that her
ignorance in regards to personal space had made him wary of her. "Because I was ordered to."
His answer was simple and it was all that needed to be said. He didn't want to be here but Oliver
had asked it of him. Had he not begged, Lucien wouldn't have gone. "The real question is
why couldn't you convince him to let you stay? Why are you here?"


"I told you: To shag, check their security system, and just stuff," the socially awkward
woman replied. She made no move to back away, sipping her drink. She averted her gaze though,
feeling her expression waver. Her brother and sister... She had to see if they were at the gala
somewhere. Her hopes weren't exactly high, but she'd take her chances.

Lucien didn't press the matter further. She was a terrible liar really, one of the worst he's ever
seen. Instead of calling her on it he gave a curt nod, "Good luck with the shagging." He said
in a mocking tone, turning on his heels, "I'll be at the bar if you need me."

"Sounds great." She pursed her lips and watched him walk away before
slipping around the corner and heading towards who knows where.