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[lucfleury]

brenierre‌:

She smiles and give him a  look that says ‘thank you for proving my point’ but she does not speak those words, she only chuckles. “Two barrels sounds like a good amount. you grab one and bring it with me to the main dining hall!” And with that declarations he lifts one of the full barrels as if it weighs nothing. 

Luc immediately decides he likes her and smiles goofily back.

“Two barrels, right behind ya, boss,” Luc chirps, leaning to pick up a barrel and grunting under its sudden weight. She makrd it look so easy! Maybe he should start taking tips...

Forcing himself to stand, he carefully starts to follow Brenierre.

[lucfleury]

fortielen‌:

The air between them was tense to say the least and Allyria felt an immense need to swiftly walk away and gather her thoughts. She felt like a fool and the prolonged exposure to his stunned expression was making it worse. “Good, then it it is decided. We don’t hate each other,” she tried on a tight-lipped smile but could not maintain eye contact, “But I don’t suppose that means we have to spend time around each other either.”

Luc missed barfights. At least then, there’d been a certain clarity to the world.

This was all so regal and every time he spoke he felt like he was saying the wrong thing. There was no room for black and white on this quest, only shades of grey—and that meant Allyria would tolerate him though she didn’t like him (though didn’t hate him, apparently, though Luc wasn’t sure he believed her). It was all very exhausting.

“I suppose not,” Luc replied, carefully trying to mimic Allyria’s vocal intonations, to smooth out his own city-rough tones into something more dulcet, more in line with how the upper class spoke.

[lucfleury]

brenierre‌:

She is surprised by his reaction, but still delighted. “Good! I appreciate your willingness to assist me scrawny man!” She slaps him on the back as he passes the blow is friendly but it has great force behind it. The dwarf doesn’t know her strength. 

“Scraw— I’m not— Ow!” Luc yelps. Right, then. Maybe scrawny is relative. He still huffs indignantly. “Right. How can I help?”

[brenierre]

@lucfleury

“you! scruffy one! come help me with the ale! tonight we drink to this joyous reunion!”

[lucfleury]

“Oh, uh—” Luc glances behind him then back again and points a hesitant finger to himself. “Um, me? I mean yeah! Ale! Brilliant!” he says and almost trips over his own feet to rush closer.

[fortielen-blog]

@lucfleury

“listen, the words i said to you before…they were not deserved. i have a long history of being cheated, conned, and hurt by humans. and you happen to share a likeness with a particularly offensive one. and while i still do not trust you, i do not hate you either.” 

[lucfleury]

Luc ... he doesn’t really know how to respond. He can’t remember the last time anyone has apologized to him but then again this whole journey was really just an adventure in firsts, wasn’t it? “I, um...thanks?” he tries, the words awkward in his mouth. “I uh...don’t hate you either?” Well, not a great response but hey, he’s not a poet.

[lucfleury]

@theodoremontfort

The sequence of events had been rattling to say the least. Luc couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to fight so much; especially in cities, it was always easier to dart into a dark alley than draw your sword and fight. Call him a coward, but hey, he’d take whatever names were thrown at him to live another day with a bit more gold in his pockets than before. From the shellshocked look on the others’ faces, he could tell others were handling it even worse than he was. He found himself drawn towards the man who’d challenged him to fight for his worth, half out of curiosity and half to try to lighten his mood. “Well? Am I worth keeping around?” he asks with what he hopes is a friendly smile.

[lucfleury]

thaldan-rotmiir‌:

“no, i don’t know you so i don’t even know if you have standards. you suddenly show up at our camp and now one of OUR members goes missing. i think that is a little more just suspicious.” he said stumbling back a few steps as he pushed him back. “you just might be stupid enough to do that. give me one good reason to trust you! just one.”

Anger rushed up hot and fast and Luc, who had never thought through a decision more than two steps ahead in his entire life, snarled and had to dig his nails into his palms to stop himself from doing something stupid. Which, well, he kind of did anyway. “Kidnapping’s not my style, man. And if I was going to kidnap one of you, I’d have done it long before we got out to the middle of fucking nowhere, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have shown you my face. And where do you get off on telling me what to do? Why the fuck do you get to be all high and mighty? Think you’re better than me ‘cause you’ve got some fancy fuckin’ armor? Who says you’re not the one who’s in on it?”

[thaldan-rotmiir]

after finding the note, thaldan was not taking any chanced. how did they know that this man wasn’t part of this whole thing? he was going to find out once and for all. standing up suddenly, thaldan charged luc shoving him back. “you working for them? huh? where are they keeping her? you better start talking.”

@lucfleury

[lucfleury]

Luc squawked, barely catching himself from falling. “Why would I be working for them? Don’t you think I have standards?” He huffed, straightened his shirt, and pushed Thaldan back with a hand on his chest. “Kidnapping innocents from a group like this and demanding a ransom? I don’t have a deathwish.”

[lucfleury]

ofheiirs‌:

       the company dispersed when the fog settled. it was pressing at the side of his head– whispering the dangers, questioning the safety of the rest of the members. the other side of his head was not currently available to answer the questions, though. it was lost in a daze, showing him images of his cousin. elas knew the entlands clutched your brain and drove it into madness, but the footsteps he heard were so vivid and cithrel’s back was just within reach.

         oh, wait.     it took a few seconds of fixed staring to realize that the stranger before him was not cithrel. in fact, elas did not know them at all.      " birds– what ? “     confusion was evident in his features, something banged inside of his brain and his only response was to place his hand upon the hold of his sword. something about the situation was obviously off.     ” who are you ? “      he demanded, voice raising in defense.

“Alucard Fleury, at your service,” Luc chirped, holding out a hand for Elas to shake. “But my friends call me Luc,” he added with a wink. 

He changed his stride to match Elas’ pace. There was something about this one that was different from the others he’d run across in the fog, something about the way he held himself. And he looked so familiar. “Who are you?”

[lucfleury]

fortielen‌:

That statement alone was enough to answer her question. Even when lost amid the mind-muddling fog of the forest, her visions still had a certain …dignity about them. If he was flirting with her, rather tactlessly, then he must have been real. 

“Your visual appeal means nothing to me,” she replied curtly. “Although you are right in thinking that you are not up to par with elven standards. In my culture we value hygiene and I believe you have not shaved your face in quite some time. How very neglectful.”

“I don’t think it just started,” she hissed, her eyes rolling, “The enchantment began long ago I’d heard stories but I did not expect it to exist in such a  magnitude.” 

Luc’s smile faded a bit and he scratched a hand across his beard. It was that point just past scruff where he would probably start thinking about shaving but who had time for that when there were much more exciting things to pursue?

He chose to skip over her hygiene statement and jump on the enchantment one.

“What sort of stories, then? Little patches of fog that creep up and snatch infants from the cradle?” Luc laughed then shrugged it off a bit. “Must mean something’s shifted then. In the earth or something.”

[pastanak]

[lucfleury]

@theodoremontfort

From observation and his brief interactions with other party members, Luc knew that if he had to convince anyone in the group of his usefulness, it was this man—and by some miracle, he’d managed to find him in the fog.

“Oh! Hello! I’ve been looking for you!” Luc exclaimed. He paused and briefly considered his words but decided to just power through. “That was some fancy fighting back there. Where did you learn to do stuff like that? Oh, and I’m Luc by the way.”

[lucfleury]

the boy who fell into the sky had no one there to watch him cry he looked at you with his empty eyes, and said: i'm doing you a favor, doing you a favor

[lucfleury]

fortielen‌:

Allyria was having trouble remembering …anything at the moment. She was certain of very few things. But what she could guarantee was that they were lost and the man speaking to her was not her friend or companion. In fact, she was fairly certain she hated him. 

A deep scowl formed on her features, “I do not think the birds pay attention to the clouds. And if they do they know better than to fly through them.”

“And I do hope you are merely some false vision or mirage or else my day has gotten significantly worse.”

“I can be anything you want me to be,” Luc said slyly, grin widening. Then he shook his head with a snort. The statement hit a bit too close to home, though for all intents and purposes it sounded pretty straightforward if sleazy. 

“And I don’t think I’m that bad looking. But, oh, you’re an elf, aren’t you? I guess I can’t really hold up to elven men so I’ll give you that one. Or elven women? Elven people. Whatever, you know, like I’m gonna be one to judge.” He finished with a barking laugh.

“But like for real this fog though? How do you think it started? Because something’s telling me it’s not natural.”

[lucfleury]

hcrince‌:

rosa was thankful for the break from riding through this fog. it seemed like they all needed it really. she knew she shouldn’t go too far just in case she got lost but they were going to need some firewood if they were going to stop for camp. to prevent any unfortunate scenario of getting completely separated from the group, rosa had grabbed a bundle of rope to help leave a path back to the group.

letting the rope out slowly, rosa ventured off into the fog. she hadn’t gotten too far when someone suddenly ran directly into her. their large frame knocking her totally off balance and sent her onto the ground. 

brushing back the curtain of red curls that fell into her face she looked up at who she suddenly ran into. she was shocked to see it wasn’t someone from her team, and how quickly they begun talking. maybe the fog was playing with her mind. “did i hit my head?” she blurted out after a few moments of silence. still on the ground, she reached forward and poked his leg. okay, he was real.

Luc’s smile faded into a small frown. “Um. No? I don’t think so. I mean, not while I was watching anyway. But I guess you could have before?”

He fell in step next to the hobbit, keeping up with her easily enough and adjusting his stride to match. He didn’t appear to be going somewhere else any time soon. The hobbit seemed nice enough; if he got on her good side, maybe she’d vouch for him to the rest of the party.

“So where are we headed?” he asked, bringing back some of that energetic tone from before. “I mean, if we ever get out of this fog,” he added with a laugh.

[milkywaybouquet]

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[lucfleury]

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It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. 

Luc had gotten so bored of that tiny little town and yeah, it was probably too soon to go back to Vecra, but there was nothing keeping him from trying to tag along with this ragtag lot of travelers. They were the most interesting thing he’d seen in weeks! Months!

And then a fog fell over the party and everything became a little bit fuzzy.

Hot on their trail, suddenly someone came out of nowhere. He scrambled to a halt before running into them. “Oh. Hi! This is some pretty crazy fog, huh? It’s kind of like breathing clouds. Do you think this is what birds feel like?”