Who reads a book in the middle of fight? [ OPEN ]
Lucian had never been one for aggression. Her weapon of choice was words, honestly--it was rather brutish to just throw your fists around like a barbaric animal with no manners at all. She rather talk things out and destroy someone with her ability to keep calm in any situation and destroy her opponent with a dictionary. But she prefers to avoid conflict, honestly. Too much stress might make her grow gray hair, and she would rather not have that happening at the young age of 24.
Lucian swore trouble followed her everywhere, though. She brought her book to a pub nearby, which may or may have not been known as a shady place to hand out at. She had made friends with the bartender, though--he was apparently a big reader, too. Lucian always took the opportunity to get to know fellow bookworms--they seemed to be on the brink of extinction these days.
What she was not expecting(but should have been expecting) was for a large buff male who seemed like his wife left him because of how terrible he smelt to approach Lucian. While most people would probably have been intimidated or frightened, Lucian simply raised a brow and pinched her nose.
"You smell terrible. At least spray on axe, or whatever it is you hooligans wear," she sighed, and everyone around jumped as the large man balled his fists in absolute fury. Lucian sighed, she had enough fun here. No use reading while a smelly thug towering over her. So she grabbed her book, stood up, but it seemed this mysterious smelly delinquent was having none of that.
But before he could even touch her, she gasped in a different direction of the room.
"Did you hear that? Those men over there are mocking you. Laughing at you for picking on someone so small and fragile. Am I really your desired target?"
Lucian was sure this would give her some getaway time, but she'd have a bigger group out to get her. Oh well, she could deal with that later. She dashed out the bar when she had the chance, getting as far away from that building as she could. Guess she couldn't visit that kind bartender again. oh well.
Honestly, she could have used her pokemon to battle but that was against League rules--plus Lucian would never use her pokemon to get out of sticky situations she willingly put herself in.
Adjusting her glasses calmly, Lucian slipped into a calm cafe--a perfect place to read. She only hoped she didn't smell too much like the bar. Lucian had a tendency to smell faintly of alcohol even though she never consumed any on her trips to the bar that she will now never return to.
It's much quieter in a cafe than in a bar, at least.
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