The Girl in Blue

Lyria from Granblue Fantasy affiliated with Isola Radiale Dwarf Townhouse 235, Cotes Ward

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It’s a presence that Lyria knows well, one she’s somehow certain she’s felt as recent as yesterday and yet not for so long, that takes her to the streets. Everything had been hazy since her arrival, memories and her perception of when they happened mixing and growing steadily more confusing. It would be fine, though. It’d all be fine because that’s the feeling this familiar pull at her heart instills in her. 

Fibonacci is not one of her favorite wards, with the deep canyon and tall buildings, but here is where her instincts take her. She wanders around the surface, eye darting from side to side. 

And she stops dead in her tracks at the sight of a person in particular. Lyria knows they saw each other not too long ago, and still tears threaten to spill from her eyes. Why does it feel like she hasn’t seen Djeeta in so long? Feels like she’s been through the pain of loss before? “Djeeta..!” |  ♪ @celestial-torrent

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duskfeathered‌:

What an entirely nonsensical answer, though expected from a child. At least, as expected as anything coming from a child’s mouth could be, the only way he could have been less surprised is if she’d said she’d been fooling about. However the child seems responsible and apologetic enough so as irate as he could have been with her answer - not that he would have been - Lucifer instead offers exactly one piece of advice:

“You would be better off asking the staff to help you, it is their job after all. You’re quite lucky that nothing serious happened.”

Himself aside, the girl in front of him looked as human as possible and if there was anything he knew about them it was that they were far from durable. But the demon wasn’t here to parent her, if she wanted to try her chances then she should feel free to. Just not around him. 

The fallen is just about to lose himself in his book again once the books are cleared off of him when he catches the budding curiosity on the child’s face. It’s just his luck to attract any sort of attention when Lucifer wanted none of it at all. He taps his fingers idly upon the book in his lap waiting to see if she would leave him be, eventually bothering to look the girl in the eyes when all that happened was continued staring.

“I thought you had your own reading to do, or have you decided to take up gawking at strangers instead?”

“Ah?!” Lyria nearly yelps when the stranger suddenly breaks the silence, hardly helping if his intent was to tear her curious gaze away from him. If anything, his hard stare was grounding, bringing back and focusing her erratic train of thought. 

“Yes, yes.” For a moment, it seems like she really will do just as he says and she had intended, the one novel she had gone to such extent to acquire now in her hand, but Lyria still can’t help but pause. She fidgets for a moment, fingers running up and down the book’s spine as she gathers get wits. “It’s just.... you look like someone I know, but also... very different....?” 

She couldn’t quite place it into words; though the facial structure and hair was similar, it wasn’t quite the same as the Primarch Lucifer’s. This one seemed... harsher, in a way, with more defined featured that just made him seem aloof. The horns did little to make him look more approachable, but at this point Lyria could hardly be intimidated. He did offer her advice rather than outright scold her.

Wait, wait... Could this person be...? “Lucifer-san....?” 

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Lyria’s first instinct upon finding out that she’d need to find a new house was momentary panic. She had grown used to everything in her previous ward, to being close to quite a few of the familiar individuals that gave her stay a sense of normalcy. That though, had been taken for her. She wasn’t, by any means, unfamiliar with the Cotes ward, but the sudden shift and hazy memories hardly offered her comfort.

So she walked; or ran, rather. Ran through the area as if that would quell her anxiety. 

In her defense, she tried to pay some attention to where she was going, to the individuals and obstacles in her way, but sometimes things just couldn’t be avoided. Such was this, when upon rounding a corner did she find herself stumbling back after colliding with someone. How odd, she normally found most people were taller than her... |  ♪ @hylocereusfruit

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Well I reapped her and I’ll be taking this chance to properly update Lyria’s canon point to post-000 and the latest story chapters. I do have some pending replies to get to but something new is always good.

Please like this post for a (short?) starter! Cap at 3 with castmates exempt! Since she’s also at a new housing, housemates are also exempt.

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arbiterofdawn‌:

“Does he?” Lucifer smiled gently at the thought. If Lyria could speak this fondly of him, then that meant that he was integrating himself into their crew… That was a relief. “I’m pleased to hear that. I hope he’s been getting along with all of you.

“Be as it may, it’s been some time since I made coffee for someone who hails from the skies who does not also live int his house.” Sandalphon accepted his brews no matter what, and Lucio… Well, he liked things a little sweeter and richer. “I can only hope that my brew meets the same standards as Sandalphon’s does.”

He began to prepare the brew the old fashioned way, grinding the freshly roasted beans, pouring hot water over the powder, and allowing the liquid to percolate into the pot. When it was done, he poured a mug for Lyria and himself and handed hers over to her.

“It has come to light recently that others prefer to add condiments to their coffee to enhance the flavour,” he said. “Would you like any? We have milk, cream and sugar.”

“Yes, he seems to enjoy preparing it very much!” Not that she completely understood why, but it was always nice to see that Sandalphon had hobbies he could indulge in from time to time. “He keeps to himself often, but I guess he’s trying in his own way.”

As the taller primarch moved about to gather what he needed, Lyria kept her distance and instead just watched the familiar motions from one of the chairs, her expression scrunched lightly in concentration. It was very much what Sandalphon did, down to how gracefully they moved.

“Thank you, Lucifer-san.” When the mug is handed to her, she takes it carefully so as not to spill the contents, before holding it near her face to gently blow at the surface. Lyria seems pensive for an instant before shaking her head at the offer. “I want to try it like this, as you made it.” It seemed like the correct way, if there was any.

Sandalphon had mentioned his first time drinking coffee, though he’d never really gone into detail, and so... “How did you learn of coffee, Lucifer-san? Or, well, of how to prepare it?” If that had been long before skydwellers even learned of the plant that produced it, had there been something that sparked its discovery by the Supreme Primarch?

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duskfeathered·:

His first thought as a textbook slams into him is much less of a thought but a deep rooted feeling of longing for his private library where people had to ask to come in and bother him. Far different from a public space allowing him to be able to be disturbed intentionally or no. 

His second thought as several other books smash into him, is that he may as well just not even bother leaving the house if things like this were going to happen.

A third thought - about how if only this could have just killed him instantly and saved him the trouble - starts and stops when whoever knocked his tower over panics. They sound young enough that he should have expected it to be a child, but genuinely apologetic.

Lucifer reaches up and steadies the now leaning tower while the child, a little girl with shockingly blue hair, removes the textbooks and assorted novels.

“This is far less of a problem than you think.”

It’s true, even with all his powers taken Lucifer is still remarkably sturdy. As much as being hit in the head with heavy books is painful, it wouldn’t kill him. Not without extreme effort at least.

“I don’t know how you managed it but perhaps you should be more careful to avoid whatever you were doing in the future.”

“The next person you hit with books may not be as resilient.”

Concern over the other’s well-being is forefront on Lyria’s mind and as such she initially misses the familiar voice with which the stranger speaks to her, misses the apparently nonchalant response the other gives. Instead she busies herself with simply moving the books away, including those still on the top of the pile to prevent another accident.

This person sure had a lot of book in their table!

“Ah...” She can’t help but feel guilty when the fallen brings up how the entire situation came to be. To be frank... “I wanted to reach a book that’s pretty high, but I didn’t want to bother anyone so...” She had jumped goes unsaid, though hopefully implicit enough. “But I’ll be more careful next time!” Meaning she doesn’t quite plan to stop.

It’s only until she’s satisfied with the new order of things, no books on the stranger nor in danger of falling, that the girl finally looks at the other properly. Curiosity overtakes her features as her eyes scan his familiar face, clothes that are vaguely familiar with the addition of horns and mismatched wings. 

“Huh....”

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stares into the abyss 200 astras.....

What do you mean, that’s not real.... we’re never going there....

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❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜

“Nier-san…!” What exactly is Lyria distraught over? Hard to tell.

“What a terrible thing to say…! It’s a beautiful day and we should be out enjoying it!” 

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❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜

“Have people treated you badly?” Her expression is sad, wholly unaware of how untrue part of the statement is. “Some people can be bad, but it’s good that you’re still yourself.”

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❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜

“There is no reason to feel bad!”

“Everyone can say something silly now and then. I’m sure it has cheered up some people in the past, so that’s good, right?”

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This talk Lyria should have absolutely no part in? She will not! Instead, she’s very excited over a certain captain being here.

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mycsei‌:

  It was strange to see new faces… but he supposed it was what he was used to– after all, his job demanded it. But it had been months since he had worked, slumping into reclusive habits as he waited for his brother to wake up. His life had drastically changed, yet he still tried to be kind to everyone…

  His brother had gone out for awhile when he heard a knock on the door. Opening it to see a vaguely familiar face. Lyria, someone that Lucifer had looked after. He had only interacted a few times, in place of his brother when he was unable. 

  Giving a soft smile to the young girl, he stepped aside to allow her to come into the house.

  ‘ Oh Lyria… Yes, Lucifer has gone out for now. If you like, you’re welcome to wait inside. ’

“Thank you.” She did not mean to intrude, especially not when she knew that the person she was searching for wasn’t home, yet Lyria stepped inside nonetheless. Lucio kept a bit of a distance from her, which the girl didn’t consider rude nor odd, but she had hoped to remedy that as time went by. Unlike with Lucifer, whom she had been close with because of his active involvement with her care, Lucio had suddenly been thrust into her caretaker’s position to make up for his absence.

It was bound to be awkward.

“So he’s well enough to go out? I’m glad.” She tries to find topics of conversation, something to keep them interacting if only for a while longer. “Did you have something to do at home, Lucio-san? I wouldn’t mind lending you a hand if so.”

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thanatosbane‌:

“… Does taking a stroll through the commercial district mean I have to be looking for something?”

Azazel didn’t move from where he stood before the store display window, a faint grimace overtaking his features as the pitter-patter of footsteps on concrete drifted towards his ears. 

This child… Ruri–or was it Lyric? The blue-haired girl…whatever her name was. For just how long did she intend to dog his steps, he wondered…? Azazel believed he had made it quite clear the first time they’d met that he was distinct from the parallel version of himself she claimed to know–yet in the time since, she had never quailed from an opportunity to engage him.

… Honestly. He had no particular quarrel with her, but to be frank…indulging her attempts at friendly conversation was getting to be a bit tiresome. 

Enough was enough. 

“Don’t you think it’s about time that you–” The demon finally turned to face the small girl standing opposite him–but as he did so, something about her appearance brought him pause. Namely…–

“… Hey. Where are your shoes?”

That cold tone was one that she was starting to get used to,one that this Azazel seemed rather keen on maintaining with her despite her efforts. It was still discouraging, though not enough to dissuade her completely. “Well... aren’t you looking at something?” It certainly wasn’t the same she’d asked, but close enough, right?

She knows he’ll likely tell her off, as often he did, but instead she can’t help but follow the fallen’s gaze as he drifts off. With both of them focused on her feet, she moves her toes a little after his question. When she looks back up, it is with a sheepish smile and slight flush. That made her a little self-conscious. No one had ever brought up her lack of shoes.

“Ahaha... I don’t really...” What would be the right way to say it? That she rarely wore them, or that she had yet to get a single pair since arriving at Spirale? Neither sounded too good. Her boots back home hadn’t seen much use.

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arbiterofdawn‌:

“It is. Have you been here before? I don’t recall telling you about where I lived. …Ah, but our doubles from that time shared quite a close relationship, did they not?”

He smiled softly at the girl and stepped aside so she could enter the home.

“Regardless of whatever I may be occupied with, you’re always welcome here, girl in blue. Come inside.”

With the two of them inside, Lucifer was already headed towards the kitchen, but not before stealing a glance down at Lyria.

“Do you like coffee?” he asked. “I will make some for you if it suits you.”

A soft, slightly nervous, laughter escapes her lips as Lucifer mentions never telling her of his home. It shouldn’t be something to feel bad over, but it’s still odd to be told so; almost as if she had sneaked around to find out. Instead, she nods at his correct assessment. “They were, and coming here felt very natural, in a way.” For the time being, she continued to leave out exactly why she had tried to seek him out.

“Yes!” She accepts the good-natured offer with a cheerful nod, hastening her steps to fall in line with the taller Primarch. “Sandalphon-san prepares coffee often, and I’ve tried it sometimes.” Not because the bitter taste bothered her, but rather because the angel in question wasn’t always willing to brew coffee when asked. 

Then again, it was the company that mattered most.