[ caelus has recovered his typical fit and favorite stick. a perfect time to meet with lucas again, this time in the refectory where the food is so bland it should count as torture.
[WHAT A FANCY STICK. Lucas will raise a hand in greeting in return, though, from where he's sitting at a table with this blandass food.]
Good afternoon. You've been able to retrieve your box as well, I see?
[He himself is no longer in the cult robes, but now wearing plain black pants and a frillyass white shirt that probably fits the cult vibes a bit anyway. Church-goers...]
[ the best, most loyal stick that a man could ask for. caelus will likely have it on him for most interactions moving onward, unless he finds somewhere truly safe for temporary storage. ]
All it cost was a little blood. What did yours have in it?
[Safe storage for his loyal stick... He'll set his spoon down when Caelus joins him, more than happy to shift his attention away from bland lunch to a conversation partner.]
A strange way of opening a box, to say the least... Ah, but mine had my clothing and a personal belonging, which I take to be the same among us all. [Glancing... at his stick.] ...Would that be yours? It doesn't look like something from this place, at least.
Deactivated? [His head cants to the side a little.] What does it do when it's activated?
[Light up, apparently. Perhaps disintegrate people where they stand, Hunger Games Destructo Beam style. He also looks very wryly amused at that NOT HIS TERRIBLE ART.]
Unfortunately, it seems I'll have to put my budding career as an artist on hold, considering I wasn't gifted a single art supply. Just something personal.
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weekend0 saturday;
he waves with his bat-free hand. ]
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Good afternoon. You've been able to retrieve your box as well, I see?
[He himself is no longer in the cult robes, but now wearing plain black pants and a frillyass white shirt that probably fits the cult vibes a bit anyway. Church-goers...]
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All it cost was a little blood. What did yours have in it?
[ takes a seat across from wherever lucas sits. ]
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A strange way of opening a box, to say the least... Ah, but mine had my clothing and a personal belonging, which I take to be the same among us all. [Glancing... at his stick.] ...Would that be yours? It doesn't look like something from this place, at least.
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[ trusty bat. best bat. no longer lights up bat. ]
Kind of nice to have it here with me. What did you get? An easel?
[ lucas told him he isn't much of an artist Once. ]
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[Light up, apparently. Perhaps disintegrate people where they stand, Hunger Games Destructo Beam style. He also looks very wryly amused at that NOT HIS TERRIBLE ART.]
Unfortunately, it seems I'll have to put my budding career as an artist on hold, considering I wasn't gifted a single art supply. Just something personal.
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[ it's a great bat with or without it's curio powers. ]
'Personal' as in you aren't going to tell me?
[ a teasing lilt. he's leaning into the table, which holds him back from getting too close. ]
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[HELLO WHY ARE SO MANY OF YALL ARMED. He just returns the teasing lilt with a light smile, his expression gently amused.]
Are you curious?
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I want to know a lot.
[ show him your stuuuufff ]
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Ah, but an answer like that just makes me want to keep it to myself...?
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[ leaning far enough his chest is almost to the table but caelus stops short of letting it hold his weight ]
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Honesty is a virtuous trait, you're very right. You've done well to maintain it, my dear.
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What if I guess what it is? Would you tell me if I'm right?