07-27-2018, 07:17 AM
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Lucia knew how to fight but that didn't mean she was interested in teaching. Admittedly, it was far harder than when she was immortal, when the world would shape itself around her if she so much as wished her. The realm of the Fae was kind to those who belonged to it, and the Autumn Court had been her home. Storms would come at her beck and call, the world would freeze if she commanded it to. Here? None such luck as that, just Lucia, her training and her iron.
She watches, waiting to give advice once the duel had finished. By advice of course she meant criticism and certainly not constructive. Blunt and cold. She supposed she could also step in before somebody got killed it came to that. She hoped it would - a bit of blood always made things more interesting.
[div style="text-align:center;width:55%;font-size:11pt;font-family:times new roman;padding-TOP: 3px;"][color=#ff6666]LOOK HOW THE STREETS TURN COLD WHEN I WALK ITShe watches, waiting to give advice once the duel had finished. By advice of course she meant criticism and certainly not constructive. Blunt and cold. She supposed she could also step in before somebody got killed it came to that. She hoped it would - a bit of blood always made things more interesting.
[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14