- Lux & Gerald Luzpin -
Well... that went certainly better than usual take on things in his tavern trials! Though he did lament that fact that he received little to no ale for the rest of the night. Regardless, the darkened cord eventually struck him as did a femme of his, both departing for closure into the night after the spiel.
As the night went on, so did he with a companion for weeks on end responses. Shadows romped in the eternal gloam filled with the giggles of the steadfast, waning dusk until finally both left to their repose. Definitive and unrelenting, the shadows quelled themselves, save for a misterious fellow who found no end to the juxtaposition between his own set to the once sprawling tavern floor. Whether there were those who found relief in laments of a frothy sip or the place became cold as his decayed hamlet, he partitioned himself there, even when dawn struck.
After all, what need for a tortured soul to slumber as did those with warmth? As such, he could only watch for now from his own righteous realm... watch as the shadow that complimented the wiser man tirelessly drift between two realities, waiting for the endless night to die and the languid day to be reborn.
Taking to the stairs after cleaning up the room, he spotted the lady who looked back at Lux, frowning before jingling her pouch up and departing the Ad Vitam. At least she knew how to pay her dues, especially after all that time. Crossing his arms, he felt the absent mist ascend upon him, peaking over to his side.
"Aha! Such a spirit as you can be jovial and merry-"
"I was merely observing while you were having your fun," Gerald hissed harshly at the latecomer before nodding his head forward. Lux sighed and shook his head before warranting merit to the apparitions "discovery." Of course said discovery was filled with nothing but faces her put to a mental journal as he flipped a few pages back to the notes.
The most outstanding was the actions of the others as he crept to the side of the stairs, remaining silent until the speaking lines came and the spotlight would be able to act in tandem with him. Tilting it downwards, he listened to understand, gauging and retaining newfound information.
"The stylish boys father is an orc... gonna assume generations of mixed blood on his mothers side since neither look alike in any way... cautious girl with a point is... surprisingly hyperactive... oh and that elf who just came in is getting flustered at the littlest of things. Makes sense. Stood bravely, despite her body not attributing to it. There's also that one guy... I think I danced across his table and scared those ladies he was trying to score away... wouldn't be surprised if he abhorred me... Samuel looks a bit worn out... looks like what I said might be true, eheh! There's also-
"You done pondering yet? You're looking like a usual suspect for trouble more than you regularly do."
Brought out of his trance, Lux's head jutted up at the dialogue uttered by his partner who was listlessly staring at him with his void. With his thoughts interrupted, surely it was time for him to intervene and introduce himself in such majesty to leave the crowds stunned!
Or in Gerald's case, stunned at how deluded he was.
With a certain swagger in his steps, he walked forward, obscuring what was left of his face with a well placed hand. Smiling behind the mask and hand, he announced his introduction with more prose and blandishments than ever before.
"Good day every one! Such blessed magi and their spirits arise, roused to the heavens to defy the demands of those who are lesser and lax! Such whim on which they arrive, a wayfarers set, ascend shall they to a heaven's gate that spirals endlessly in the city!"
He seemed a little more hushed than last night, as the wrapped darkness followed suit in a much more collected manner.
"Luck sheds it's grace, my ears heralding of your known companionship with these fellows, and not a split! Shattered is my mind to the revelation that this comes in full and not myriads of halves."
"Aside from the praise, Lux is glad to see you all just about ready to ascend the tower and is surprised that you all are of a collective whole versus split groups he would look into," the spirit whispered out to the main ears in the vicinity - Samuel, elf, human, spirit-touched, and all. Lux pouted as he shot a glance back at the misty spirit who traversed over to his side.
"Lux of the Dimming Noir, Gerald the Forlorn." His hand was no longer obscuring his growing grin as he gazed to the side at his spirit.
As of many times, Gerald honestly wished he had some sort of physical representation for his eyes.
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