It would be one thing to say this encounter, if it could even be called that, is pure chance but that would be a lie. It’s far from chance, not quite planned but not up to the sheer whimsy of fate. It is more apt to say that years of training, years of the Astral programming, has not left him. Not in the many, many years above the clouds, above the skydoms, even in the most secluded land of Canaan. Lucifer has no way to ignore how he was made, how he was programmed. He cannot forget, cannot escape, his role and its many parts.
One such part is the regular assessment of other Primal Beasts.
Which is exactly why he’s here, Lucifer is just barely coherent of how far he’s traveled, barely aware of what he’s doing. Even what little coherency he has about all of this can’t quite stop him. Two thousand years of pure routine is hard to break in a few days.
Two thousand years of routine is what has lead him to this pier, on the lookout for deep reds and blonde hair. It would be foolish to think that Chevalier would appear on their own, if they even could. Lucifer isn’t aware of what technology the ones running the Ark have but if they could drain his core of almost every ounce of power he had at his disposal.
Then certainly, certainly, Chevalier was the same if not worse off.
The thought that Chevalier, who had as he recalled merged with a human, may have been drained of their powers similarly occupied him. It could be potentially hazardous to both Primal Beast and the one bonded to, Lucifer can recall a fair few Astral experiments with someone bonded that went…
Awry would be putting it nicely.
It gives him a sense of urgency, not overpowering but when Lucifer finally finally glimpses the woman he’s looking for the primarchs head snaps up in attention before gently calling out.
“Or are you her bonded, lord of Albion?”
Lucifer does not know which is in control, if there is a chance of it at all, but he knows on some levels he cannot be entirely ignored by the Primal Beast. Even if they tried, he can continue to persist. There is always some means of finding them, some means of monitoring.
her first response is... a snort.
“ your rumored omniscience is lacking. introduce yourself, before calling someone by an old title. ”
it’s a statement rather than an invitation to be acquainted; it’s obvious she knows who she is by the way her eyes narrow and how her fingers curl around the strap of her bag.
-- a bag which squirms, gently, until a golden-furred kitten emerges from the main compartment, green eyes wide and questioning.
she is drawn to the primarch by a force beyond her own control; vira allows chevalier to leap to the pavement and pad gently over to lucifer, tail held high. she remains the picture of nobility -- as much as a beast can, when limited to animal form -- and does not rub up against him, or sniff, but instead takes a seat at his feet, awaiting further prompting.
chevalier’s mind is clear, quiet; vira is inclined to believe she is scared, before the reality of the situation comes to light -- she is reminiscing. the primal is withdrawn from her bond, allowing only the vaguest impressions to flit across their link -- once again, vira is confronted with the fact that despite all gentle appearances, her companion is ancient, foreign in a way that she, born and not created, cannot fully understand.
a light is shined into her eyes and she can feel her body piecing itself together, bit by bit, from motes of glowing dust. not unlike iliad merge --
she wishes she could. ( maybe she will, someday. )
“ i am vira lillie -- former lord of albion, bound in a true pact to chevalier, knight of the primal beasts. ”
she names her companion, and a tinge of recognition pushes at her senses; the presence in her mind shifts from unknowable to increasingly familiar, and she can feel her primal half coming back from a long expedition into long-forgotten memories.
the scent of sterile chemicals tickles her nose, and for an instant she is somewhere else --
this time, it is unmistakably the chevalier that she knows that drags her back. there is too much there for a human to process so soon; much later on, she can see it all, but not yet.
gently, she is coaxed away from further exploration, and vira exhales as the world around her is drawn back into focus.
“ is there something you want from me, supreme primarch? or is there something you want from her? the line is not entirely clear now, so i suppose your answer makes no difference. ”
she barks a dry chuckle at her own small loop of logic, and the kitten at their feet trills by way of agreement.
“ she has lost access to many of her abilities, and cannot resume her original form. her mind is intact -- but, well -- i feel remarkably human, for the first time in quite a few months. if that answers your question. ”
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