Post by FAUX ! on Dec 13, 2009 23:46:44 GMT -5
LUCIAN: -Chuckles, passing through the door frame.-
Larrensia: -nods- Well wishes fallen lamb.
LUCIAN: -Checks out Larren.- Riight. -Grins.- See you around, mate.
Larrensia: Pleasantly so. -door clicks and swings open- They're just words now Lucian. No fears.
LUCIAN: -Regards the door.- So. Satiated?
Larrensia: Like you said, the line between good and evil has certainly been skewed. You're welcome.
LUCIAN: -Sets his jaw.- Mm. Well, thanks for the warning, pal.
Larrensia: Me? I never said anything which might lead you to believe, /I/ would be capable of such doings.
LUCIAN: Hell hath no fury if you touch a single hair on his head.
Larrensia: Bandages can only stop the bleeding for so long. -flicks lint to floor- But who knows.
LUCIAN: -Narrows eyes.- Mmm. Then I suppose I'll have to stock up on more bandages then I originally counted for.
Larrensia: -A lethargic smile pops- Be forewarned, there are some who do not take too kindly toward anything that appears to be 'intriguing'
LUCIAN: -Stares at him evenly.- So it would seem.
Larrensia: -Slips hands in pockets- Exactly so. He's a weakness...Your sore spot. Dangerous.
LUCIAN: -Tilts head slightly.- Dangers?
Larrensia: -Watches the knob roll across the floor- Despite my interest, I find myself pressed to warn you off the dangers.
LUCIAN: -Breaks the knob off, tossing it carelessly away before turning to face him.- He intrigues me.
Larrensia: It is a classic example of when good prevails. -steps forward- Indulge me...why the same host?
LUCIAN: -Raises a brow apathetically.- Mmm. We just love that story don't we... -Pulls on the door knob a couple times.-
Larrensia: Did Moses give up when the Pharaoh would not let his people go? -brow arches questioningly- I think not.
LUCIAN: -Shrugs.- Mankind is lost; they've chosen their own path of downfall - filling the world with enough sin to enable us. Let it go.
Larrensia: We're noble for the betterment of mankind, or what's left of it after your stomping about. -waves vaguely-
LUCIAN: Ah! -Lights up.- Murdering a sinner isn't a murder eh? It's merely taking out the trash. -Chuckles.- Your kind are so noble. -Rolls eyes.- So there you have it.
Larrensia: entirely*
Larrensia: -A slight scowl flashes- Blood lust, is a sin. Killing for the greater good is entire different.
LUCIAN: -Grins sadistically.- Like our addiction to killing?
Larrensia: -Spits carelessly into pile of dirt- I'm not a racist, I just don't care for anyone. -pauses- Besides, there are still some old habits that die so very hard.
LUCIAN: -Chuckles.- Don't be such a racist. We all know how the lines between good and evil have been blurred to obscurity.
Larrensia: That's convenient. -His voice drops to a lazy drawl- I suppose what they say about all of your kind isn't all that true.
LUCIAN: -Pauses, narrowing his eyes at the door.- I like mine. -Regards the other.-
Larrensia: -His head droops as hand raises lazily- Why not just continue to a new one? -the door closes-
LUCIAN: Mortals can be so fragile. -Shrugs.- It's tedious, but necessary. -Starts to walk around the edge of the room.-
Larrensia: -his eyebrow raises at the bandages- Planning on healing someone? How generous.
LUCIAN: -Looks up, expression flat.- Hello. -Picks up some bandages and puts them in his coat pockets, wary of the archangel.-
Larrensia: Busy? -eyes narrow slowly-
Larrensia: -tips rock pile with toe of boot-
LUCIAN: -Silently rummages through the old, abandoned hospital storeroom.-
