The presence of floating objects and upside-down buildings are actually quite familiar to Lucanis. He's been living in the Fade for some time now, his eyes always a fairly pink hue from rubbing at them, but they don't itch the same way now, the presence of magic different than that he's used to.
Many of the objects in the garage are unfamiliar to him; mechanical bits unlike those from his world, but he takes what he finds useful to him and moves onward to the larger building, intrigued by it and hoping to find answers.
BEWARE THE HUSKS
A Crow's keen senses are always on alert, and Spite sniffs out the presence of something strange and inhuman long before it shows itself. Lucanis is graceful in the way he fights them off; acrobatic even without the aid of Spite's wings. A mangled mass of limbs tumbles in his direction, and he evades its attack, using those wings to carry him as he runs along a wall, trails of feathers floating behind him and falling like ash in their wake. It's cornered and sliced at with a swift movement of twin blades until it goes limp, but he isn't expecting the next falling monster to have metal implements for arms, and parrying at the last second, he relies on his footwork to get him off-line. Lucanis grunts as he thrusts his rapier forward to the creature's chest, knocking it's needle-like arm aside with his dagger, it's other arm sliding along the blade but well over Lucanis' shoulder. He smirks, lunges, and then retreats, pulling his sword from its chest so that it drops to the floor.
A moment of triumph is barely awarded to him before several more monsters get the drop, and he finds himself surrounded. He doesn't panic, exactly. He has, of course, once successfully killed a half-dozen Venatori in an elevator. How hard could this be? Still, he's outnumbered, and he doesn't love his chances.
"Mierda." he hisses, raising his dagger to his chest in defense, his rapier arm extending again as the creatures begin to move in.
MY SHADOW'S STUCK
The last time Lucanis had been strapped down and prodded at, it didn't end well. His blood had been drained into a phylactery that would later be used to control him. He had been fed something rotten. His body and fate had been sealed to a demon against his will, against both their will. When he comes to, he begins writhing immediately, all the panic he'd suppressed before bubbling to the surface as he tries to grasp his surroundings.
Spite stares at him from across the room, where only he can see him. His shadow self, its glowing purple eyes somewhat empty and defeated.
We had. An agreement. it rasps for only him to hear, and Lucanis growls, attempting to throw his weight to break free from the contraption that holds him. "Can't you see that I'm a little tied-up right now?!" he yells, aggravated.
RISING TO THE OCCASION
The gas station seemed like a safer place to rest after the monster-filled hospital, but at least Lucanis was able to stow away some medical supplies for himself. There's a loud crack, then the groan of rubble breaking free as part of the station lifts away, the screams and cries of the drifters floating away on it piercing his eardrums. Lucanis acts quickly. Death may be his calling, but these are innocent people, and he cannot imagine their fate should they be stranded in such a way. Spite's wings unfold from his back as he leaps into the air, scaling the side of the exposed rock until he can lift himself atop it.
"Quickly!" he shouts to someone nearby, "Take my hand."
He's assessing the others with a scan of his eyes and already running the numbers. He won't be able to save them all... but he can try. "Be ready- I'll come back for the rest of you."
A SPACE IN BETWEEN
It's becoming more clear to Lucanis that he isn't lost in the Fade. This is another world, altogether, unlike any he's seen. He'd spent a year trapped beneath the waves and broke free, only to be imprisoned somewhere else entirely. He's busy brooding as he walks along the road, away from the caravan. Spite scurries at his side, antagonizing him as he tends to, but Lucanis has already began to tune him out, wincing as he steps around the carcass of an unusual brain creature and determines it best to head back. He has a better chance of survival if he stays with the group, after all, and it's getting late.
Lucanis doesn't often sleep, but without the convenience of good coffee and the caffeine withdrawals making his head pound in pain, he finds a corner to doze off in. Even Spite feels too weak to take control of his body, but they do dream, walking together in an ever-changing landscape that seeps into the minds of others, melding dreams together into intricate, woven patterns.
"Where are we?" he asks softly, not to Spite, who stands beside him with his head tilted to the side like a confused pet, but to the figure before them who in this plane of existence can see and hear them both. "Who are you?"
Lucanis Dellamorte | Dragon Age: The Veilguard
Many of the objects in the garage are unfamiliar to him; mechanical bits unlike those from his world, but he takes what he finds useful to him and moves onward to the larger building, intrigued by it and hoping to find answers.
BEWARE THE HUSKS
A Crow's keen senses are always on alert, and Spite sniffs out the presence of something strange and inhuman long before it shows itself. Lucanis is graceful in the way he fights them off; acrobatic even without the aid of Spite's wings. A mangled mass of limbs tumbles in his direction, and he evades its attack, using those wings to carry him as he runs along a wall, trails of feathers floating behind him and falling like ash in their wake. It's cornered and sliced at with a swift movement of twin blades until it goes limp, but he isn't expecting the next falling monster to have metal implements for arms, and parrying at the last second, he relies on his footwork to get him off-line.
Lucanis grunts as he thrusts his rapier forward to the creature's chest, knocking it's needle-like arm aside with his dagger, it's other arm sliding along the blade but well over Lucanis' shoulder. He smirks, lunges, and then retreats, pulling his sword from its chest so that it drops to the floor.
A moment of triumph is barely awarded to him before several more monsters get the drop, and he finds himself surrounded. He doesn't panic, exactly. He has, of course, once successfully killed a half-dozen Venatori in an elevator. How hard could this be? Still, he's outnumbered, and he doesn't love his chances.
"Mierda." he hisses, raising his dagger to his chest in defense, his rapier arm extending again as the creatures begin to move in.
MY SHADOW'S STUCK
The last time Lucanis had been strapped down and prodded at, it didn't end well. His blood had been drained into a phylactery that would later be used to control him. He had been fed something rotten. His body and fate had been sealed to a demon against his will, against both their will. When he comes to, he begins writhing immediately, all the panic he'd suppressed before bubbling to the surface as he tries to grasp his surroundings.
Spite stares at him from across the room, where only he can see him. His shadow self, its glowing purple eyes somewhat empty and defeated.
We had. An agreement. it rasps for only him to hear, and Lucanis growls, attempting to throw his weight to break free from the contraption that holds him. "Can't you see that I'm a little tied-up right now?!" he yells, aggravated.
RISING TO THE OCCASION
The gas station seemed like a safer place to rest after the monster-filled hospital, but at least Lucanis was able to stow away some medical supplies for himself. There's a loud crack, then the groan of rubble breaking free as part of the station lifts away, the screams and cries of the drifters floating away on it piercing his eardrums. Lucanis acts quickly. Death may be his calling, but these are innocent people, and he cannot imagine their fate should they be stranded in such a way. Spite's wings unfold from his back as he leaps into the air, scaling the side of the exposed rock until he can lift himself atop it.
"Quickly!" he shouts to someone nearby, "Take my hand."
He's assessing the others with a scan of his eyes and already running the numbers. He won't be able to save them all... but he can try. "Be ready- I'll come back for the rest of you."
A SPACE IN BETWEEN
It's becoming more clear to Lucanis that he isn't lost in the Fade. This is another world, altogether, unlike any he's seen. He'd spent a year trapped beneath the waves and broke free, only to be imprisoned somewhere else entirely. He's busy brooding as he walks along the road, away from the caravan. Spite scurries at his side, antagonizing him as he tends to, but Lucanis has already began to tune him out, wincing as he steps around the carcass of an unusual brain creature and determines it best to head back. He has a better chance of survival if he stays with the group, after all, and it's getting late.
Lucanis doesn't often sleep, but without the convenience of good coffee and the caffeine withdrawals making his head pound in pain, he finds a corner to doze off in. Even Spite feels too weak to take control of his body, but they do dream, walking together in an ever-changing landscape that seeps into the minds of others, melding dreams together into intricate, woven patterns.
"Where are we?" he asks softly, not to Spite, who stands beside him with his head tilted to the side like a confused pet, but to the figure before them who in this plane of existence can see and hear them both. "Who are you?"