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Lucien's manor was... imposing. At three stories tall, it dwarfed the surrounding buildings. The outside looked grand as it was, with tall towers, balconies outside the second and third floor and great glass windows rimmed with brass. The stones were a nice white colour and the roof a midnight blue, but in the darkness, the whole thing looked terrifying.
"Welcome" he proclaimed as he opened the door "to my humble abode."
The inside was anything but humble. The first thing anyone got a glimpse of was the grand marble staircase, right in the middle of the house. The floors were hewed from stone, covered in the middle by a deep red rug and the walls were panelled ebony. The whole room was ridiculously spacious, as most of the furniture was set up against the wall, again cut from fine ebony. The walls, suprisingly, were devoid of paintings or decoration, save a few lamps that lit up automatically when Lucien walked past. Hanging from the windows were long, purple velvet curtains, all drawn over to keep the light out.
"Well? What do you think?" Lucien grinned like a shark "I hope you like it as much as I do."

"I'm going to head to my office. Rosa, I trust you'll treat Sarah and Rhone well?" Lucien shot the girl a meaningful look, before heading up the grand staircase, out of sight.
Typical. It was the same every night. During the day, Lucien was a social butterfly, meeting with friends, clients and city guards, usually to investigate demonic influences. At night, however, he just shut himself away in his 'office' and asked Rosa not to disturb him. What was she meant to do in a big, empty house all by herself?

She'd often questioned what he kept up there that was so secretive. She could do, say and go anywhere else, but he never gave her a straight answer when she asked about the mystery office.

But now she had Rhone and the winged girl to talk to. Well, maybe the winged girl - Rhone didn't seem to want to talk much. She would have to get her story tomorrow.
There was a distinct differance between the winged one (Sarah, Lucien had called her) and Rhone that wasn't just looks. While Rhone was more the strong, silent type who just got his head down and went to work, there was some rebellion in Sarah. She could almost feel the defiance emanating from her. In this way, it seemed, they were kindred souls.

"Are you guys hungry? There's some food in the kitchen. And I could run a bath for you if you'd like. There are some spare clothes for both of you when you're done." she winked at Rhone "Don't worry, there's plenty of guy stuff."
Weak ending? Yup. I'm really tired...

Feel free to describe Lucien's manor/Rosa's reaction to giant winged birdy creature if you want. You have my written permission to control Rosa as though she was your own character, just this once.
"Twelve? What a quaint name." Lucien chuckled "Here, that is a number. I don't think anyone would really appreciate being named after a number. Is it alright if I call you something different?"
He thought for a moment, weighing up the best names he could think of.
"How about Sarah? Is it alright if I call you Sarah?"

He couldn't blame her for wanting to play her cards close to her chest. Still, he wanted to reassure her that nothing bad would happen to her by his hand. Or maybe she just didn't understand him? She clearly wasn't a local. Perhaps they spoke a different language where she came from.
"Alright. If you want to play it that way, I won't pry further. But I must insist you start learning our language more fluently. Perhaps I could get Rosa's tutor to teach you..."
It seemed that the life of a slave was a varied one. The girl couldn't decide which accent she was going for. From the sounds of it, she had served in every part of the country - no, the continent. Fortunately for Lucien, he had grown up in the Vurkolak Caravans, so he could understand her. He doubted there would be many others, though

They walked on, noble leading servant. The storm seemed to be getting closer and closer, as evident by the increasingly bright lightning flashes and loudening thunder. If they didn't end up in the manor soon, they'd be caught up in a flurry of rain and lightning.
"We should get moving. You don't want to be caught up in a Estermere storm, believe me."
He quickened his pace accordingly, moving with greater speed and conviction. He knew these streets like the back of his hand and had been along every possible route at least once. But he was worried about Rosa - he hadn't seen her at all on the way back. He reassured himself with the knowledge that she had a key and had set off ahead of him. She also had Rhine by her side, who didn't strike Lucien as the kind of man who'd let a girl like Rosa suffer.

They turned the corner - second to last one before Lucien's house - and were met with a welcoming sight. Rosa and Rhone were walking the other way down the street towards them.
"Lucien!" The Cambion called "Is that you?"
"Don't shout, Rosa, people are trying to get to sleep."
In response, the girl broke off into a run, leaving Rhone behind. She practically threw herself at Lucien, wrapping him in a hug.
"Don't. Ever. Make me walk home in the dark again" she said, slightly tearful.
Lucien returned the girl's hug, though he was somewhat anxious to get home. "It's alright, Rosa. There's nothing to be afraid of."
When she finally let go, Lucien started to walk ahead again. He really didn't want to get caught out in a storm, despite the fact they were practically on their doorstep.
I'm back! I have returned! And I've been humming that Phoenix Wright theme all day...
If you wish to hang yourself, Mr Wright, you're welcome to, but not inside my courtroom.
Wyvern has just made my next sig...


I was picking up a "proud and fierce" angle, like an eagle.
Stitches said
OBJECTION.12 Is aiming for a :happy puppy" sort of angle. She isn't used to Esteremerian(?) Culture so she'll get excited over (and stuck with) the silliest of things. And she also doesn't talk a lot, too, mainly because common can be difficult. Essentially, she isn't bright.


HOLD IT!

That was not the impression I got at all...
MyCatGinger said
D'aww, 12 is just the most adorable thing.
The inquisiiition... << What was that movie I'm thinking of, The History of The World, I think.Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Perhaps not accurate in the slightest, but brilliant.


12 is adorable? What? Are you off your rocker? She can be proud. She can be striking. She can even be beautiful. But adorable? Bah!

How did we get on the Inquisition topic anyway?j
"You don't trust me." Lucien observed, withdrawing his hand "I can't say I'm suprised. That's a shame."

He only took about ten steps before stopping again. Without even looking over his shoulder, he informed 12 "I will not keep you if you do not wish to stay. You are free to leave at any time." He knew full well that the Harpy wouldn't survive on her own in her condition, and he doubted she was stupid enough to try. He walked on, somewhat comforted by the click-clack of talons on cobblestones matching his own, softer footfalls.

It was getting late. Though he could see perfectly well in the dark, he knew Rosa and the gnome couldn't, and neither could Rhone. The flashes of lightning and rumble of thunder were not encouraging, and Lucien doubted Tirarian would be keen to stay out this late. The pub was probably closed anyway.

"I've never seen a creature quite like yourself" he remarked, turning off onto a more familiar street. When 12 didn't answer, he elaborated "Do you have a name? And if it's not too much to ask, how did you end up in the hands of those boors?"
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