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Lucitius: Shrugs. Mine bloodline frightens others. I am the last of a line of creatures with near uncontrollable power, an affinity for chaos, and the nature of being prone to insanity because of the previous two details.
The Demon: how queer.
The Oracle: silly!! You can’t say that in modern society!!!
The demon: …how strange
The Oracle: silly!!!
-Unknown-: I'm sure all of us here are some flavor of queer.
The Oracle: giggles
The demon:… imbecile.
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Lucitius: Raises an eyebrow. I know not the word, or your meaning. Yet, mine birth language is not as vibrant as that of humans.
-Unknown-: Who says I'm even remotely human?
The Oracle: points to horns and extra arms Im a freakish mutant!
The Demon: I am a sentient embodiment of a universal force.
-Unknown-: Looks at the Demon, then the Oracle and sighs. Do you want those gone, Oracle?
The Oracle: Nope!! I cant remember anything from my past life, and removing these freakish disfigurations will cause me to lose my identity!!
-Unknown-: Sighs, then taps the Oracle's head, unlocking the lost memories
The Oracle: screams and drops to the floor, shaking and crying.
The demon: laughs. how pathetic
-Unknown-: Sighs, then alters the Oracles mind structure, allowing him to contain the memories
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Lucitius: Well, nostalgia is one thing, a physical replay of something that happened to you is another. Sighs, shaking his head.
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Maia: huh…over to the side playing with a drop of blood
-Unknown-: Ah, the blood sorceress has joined us. His theoretical eyes seem to be able to see through things when he wants them to And you bear the mark of one, as well.
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Maia: yes.. so?
-Unknown-: Seems to grin I like you. You aren't afraid like most are.
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Lucitius: Glares breifly at Maia. I cannot understand how. Blood sorcerers are tricksters at best, murderers at worst. Has a knowing look, as though he had met a blood sorcerer before.
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Maia: I'm new, what can I say?
Dūrus has returned
-Unknown-: Hello, Master.
Dūrus: Then what does that make me, Lucitius?
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Lucitius: Looks at Dūrus calmly. You are the exception, being Death. ‘Tis other sorcerers that I refer to.
Dūrus: Shifting to a more average 5'6", taking the form of a young-ish human I'm glad to hear it.
-Unknown-: Shifts his own form to be more normal as well
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Lucitius: Seems a bit puzzled by the two morphing, but doesn’t comment.
Dūrus: Sees Lucitius's confusion I've shifted due to the height of my natural form and the form I normally take.
-Unknown-: Doesn't offer an explanation
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Lucitius: Shrugs. I truly see no use for it. Though, I do not scare easily, and height does not bother me.
(I need to head off to bed… might get back on later though!)
Dūrus: Sighing It gets annoying, having to dodge the wind spirits.
(alright! see ya!)
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(Waves. See you whenever)
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Maia: looks at Dūrus who is now almost at eye to eye with her hey, i can see your eyes from here. smiles
Dūrus: Chuckles That you can, Maia. That you can.
