Arcworld (Electric City)

(Okay! I'll do that in a moment, lol.)

Name: Qûs'ÿltn (CWOOS-eelten)

Aliases/Nicknames, if any: The Harbinger, The Primal Storm

Race: Jade Storm Totem

Age: Presumably somewhere around the age of the first rain on Earth.

Gender/Sexuality: Male, pansexual.

Description: He appears as a single Jade totem, with thunderheads, rain and lightning forming his body.

Personality: Undecided, lol. I just came up with him.

Backstory: Unknown.

Notable Powers/Skills: He has the power to control the violent storms and winds that plague the worlds.

(Love him!)

Lucendi growls slightly, but doesn't say anything. Until they notice a particularly large hurricane approaching the city.

"Oh, dear. It seems Qûs'ÿltn has come." she murmurs.

(Chuckles That's exactly what I expected!)

Qûs'ÿltn, upon reaching the city, sighed. So dull.

He disperses his storm, and shrinks his form down. He heads for the twoer, finding… Lucitius.

"Oh. I had not realized that the Blue Angel was here. As it were, I am here on behalf of this world." he says stiffly.

Lucendi watches the exchange, sighing. Those two always feed off of each other.

She snorts at Qûs'ÿltn and waves a single hand. "Yes yes, skip the formalities. There's no need for them."

Qûs'ÿltn grins and dispenses with his imitation of Lucitius. "Oh, come on! You're not still mad about that prank are you?"

Sahlonek grins at Qûs'ÿltn, being the only one that was happy to see him.

"Hey!" they say.

They sigh and shake their head. "Of course he is."

Lucendi snorts at Qûs'ÿltn once more. "What do you think, Trickster?"

She's just as annoyed with the trickster as Lucitius, and for good reason. Some things are best left unremembered.

Qûs'ÿltn sighs and responds in kind, calling Lucitius such descriptive and inventive names and hurling insults like they were confetti. He keeps a pleasant face through all of it.

"'I do not forgive easily, fool of a trickster,'" he mimics, laughing. "Always got a stick so far up your ass that you can't even fit your head further in there if you tried."

(I just realized, On'nyosh would love Qûs'ÿltn.)

(Yes, he would wouldn't he?)

Lucendi doesn't understand most of what's being said, but gets the gist of the insults and names. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an o of surprise.

"That was certainly… entertaining." she says, eyebrows raised.

Sahlonek laughs with delight. "Oh, always the charmer, aren't you, Qûs'ÿltn?"

(Eh, Qûs'ÿltn just knows what to do to get the max ammount of rage from people, lol. And he really does though!)

Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "Here's a tradition for you: go fuck yourself, Mr. Blue Fuckhead."

Sahlonek decides right then that they need to step between the two of them. "Now, now. Calm yourselves."

They're grinning, and know that Qûs'ÿltn will be directing his sharp tongue at them next.

Lucendi sighs at everyone's antics and releases a powerful wave of electricity to get everyone's attention.

"Enough male posturing." she growls.

Qûs'ÿltn looks innocent. "Male posturing? I'm doing no such thing, m'lady."

He turns to Sahlonek to say something. "And you - keep your nose out of other people's business if you want it to stay where it is."

Sahlonek looks unimpressed.

"Yeah, yeah, keep it to yourself, Chucklefuck." they say to Qûs'ÿltn.

Qûs'ÿltn laughs. "Ooh, we got a fighter! Tell me, is that attitude compensating for something?"

Lucendi grabs Qûs'ÿltn by the throat and growls.

"What will get you to shut the hell up?"

Qûs'ÿltn snickers.

"A kiss?" he suggests, quite enjoying himself.

Lucendi releases Qûs'ÿltn, disgusted.

"No." she says, stepping away.

"Why are you here?" she demands.

Qûs'ÿltn fakes offense.

"What, am I not beautiful enough?" he asks.

"Oh, just to help you I suppose." he says, waving an airy hand.

Lucendi growls. "Take something seriously for once, Jester."

Sahlonek raises their hands in surrender. "Okay, I'll stop."

They walk over to the balcony, leaving Lucitius, Lucendi and Qûs'ÿltn to sort themselves out.

(Boop)