Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Lucius Hearthaven
The Cracked Glass Inn
When Charon started fumbling about how a little curse wouldn't do anything to her, Lucius' tired eyes pinned her with a glare, as he reached out for her mind instinctively. It appeared the effects of alcohol were already affecting her: there was a cloud of static interference around her mind.
Fear, anxiety, uncertainty, nervousness, fame, reputation, adoration.
He kept looking, as he lifted and drank some more Angel's Chalice. A woman built out of fear and desire: she reminded him of teenagers.
After a moment, she stood up, making wild proclamations of bravery. Little bits of the green light of willpower began to shine through her emotional spectrum; streaks of it were derived from her desires and ambient hope and ate away at a majority of the fear. The constant flaring of different emotions and the static interference caused by intoxication hurt his brain a little, but it was mesmerizing to look at.
Optimism, confidence, cocksure, anxiety, uncertainty, fame, reputation, adoration.
That's amazing. I've never seen so many conflicting emotions! If I could eat them, she'd be a buffet.
Lucius smiled at Charon, then returned to his fifth Angel's Chalice and continued to drink. After a moment, the pioneer woman from the Guild came up to their table and introduced herself. He looked into her spectrum, just a glance, then narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
Compassion, willpower, love.
He almost spat out his chalice. Afraid of love? Why?
Alteras
Hanarei
Spoiled Bread
InheritanceThe Cracked Glass Inn
When Charon started fumbling about how a little curse wouldn't do anything to her, Lucius' tired eyes pinned her with a glare, as he reached out for her mind instinctively. It appeared the effects of alcohol were already affecting her: there was a cloud of static interference around her mind.
Fear, anxiety, uncertainty, nervousness, fame, reputation, adoration.
He kept looking, as he lifted and drank some more Angel's Chalice. A woman built out of fear and desire: she reminded him of teenagers.
After a moment, she stood up, making wild proclamations of bravery. Little bits of the green light of willpower began to shine through her emotional spectrum; streaks of it were derived from her desires and ambient hope and ate away at a majority of the fear. The constant flaring of different emotions and the static interference caused by intoxication hurt his brain a little, but it was mesmerizing to look at.
Optimism, confidence, cocksure, anxiety, uncertainty, fame, reputation, adoration.
That's amazing. I've never seen so many conflicting emotions! If I could eat them, she'd be a buffet.
Lucius smiled at Charon, then returned to his fifth Angel's Chalice and continued to drink. After a moment, the pioneer woman from the Guild came up to their table and introduced herself. He looked into her spectrum, just a glance, then narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
Compassion, willpower, love.
He almost spat out his chalice. Afraid of love? Why?
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