Luca wasn't really the type to get to the bottom of rumours. Sure he loved to overhear them, but rather than investigating further, he would much prefer to take the words at face value. Going out of his way to check would be far too much effort for someone as lazy at heart as him. Rather than exploring the Typhoon's smaller island, Luca would sit at home and play stolen games until he got bored or someone called him outside. Sometimes he would pause to check on the muffins or bread he was baking or go outside to bother someone, but all in all he lived a pretty unexciting life. He had earned it after everything he'd gone through, he thought. He hated the constant cycle that made up his reincarnation system, he was ready to just sit back and waste his life away.
But that was unrealistic, he supposed. There would always be something that he had to do.
The sound of Rosemary screaming his name was unexpected, although not unwelcome. His enhanced hearing managed to pick it out relatively easily from where he stood collecting ingredients. He flicked an ear and placed down the bag of sugar he'd gotten out of a trader, leaving it at the bottom of a tree before taking flight. If someone stole it he'd track it down via scent and make them pay for the trouble; it was better than carrying it to whatever event Rosemary needed him for. At first he thought that maybe she just wanted someone to injure, but Lucifer's name had been called as well, so maybe there was something actually important going on. He hoped not, important events were often too exhausting for him to handle easily. He honed in on Rosemary's scent fairly well and made a beeline towards it, doing a small twist in the air before tucking his wings in and landing. Immediately the scent of blood hit him, and his leathery wings shifted uncomfortably at his sides as he finally lay eyes on the injuted Aita.
"Ah, shit," he breathed, his mind immediately going back to Junji and his attack earlier in the week. It seemed these were just an unlucky few days for the Typhoon. He exhaled, a puff of steam rising from his lips, and trotted forwards. Usually he'd be a bit more reluctant to help out, but he felt bad to see someone so young in such a sorry state. Children rarely deserved pain, unlike adults, who had most definitely committed some sort of sin in their lifetime. He moved to stand beside Rosemary, glancing towards her. He startrd to understand why he had been called specifically now, although he didnt like where his mind was taking him.
His powers were disobeying him, but luckily his fire had always been special. It was his first power and his strongest, so he was sure that he'd be able to manage this without any complications. "T-tell me what to do," he asked the head soothsayer, pink flames engulfing one of his dainty paws. Much like Lucifer, he needed direction. "Where should I start?" He had cauterized his own wounds before, namely when Argus had ripped out his eyes that one time, but he wasn't used to doing it to others in a non-torture setting. He didn't want to cause Aita pain, despite how little the two had interacted.
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But that was unrealistic, he supposed. There would always be something that he had to do.
The sound of Rosemary screaming his name was unexpected, although not unwelcome. His enhanced hearing managed to pick it out relatively easily from where he stood collecting ingredients. He flicked an ear and placed down the bag of sugar he'd gotten out of a trader, leaving it at the bottom of a tree before taking flight. If someone stole it he'd track it down via scent and make them pay for the trouble; it was better than carrying it to whatever event Rosemary needed him for. At first he thought that maybe she just wanted someone to injure, but Lucifer's name had been called as well, so maybe there was something actually important going on. He hoped not, important events were often too exhausting for him to handle easily. He honed in on Rosemary's scent fairly well and made a beeline towards it, doing a small twist in the air before tucking his wings in and landing. Immediately the scent of blood hit him, and his leathery wings shifted uncomfortably at his sides as he finally lay eyes on the injuted Aita.
"Ah, shit," he breathed, his mind immediately going back to Junji and his attack earlier in the week. It seemed these were just an unlucky few days for the Typhoon. He exhaled, a puff of steam rising from his lips, and trotted forwards. Usually he'd be a bit more reluctant to help out, but he felt bad to see someone so young in such a sorry state. Children rarely deserved pain, unlike adults, who had most definitely committed some sort of sin in their lifetime. He moved to stand beside Rosemary, glancing towards her. He startrd to understand why he had been called specifically now, although he didnt like where his mind was taking him.
His powers were disobeying him, but luckily his fire had always been special. It was his first power and his strongest, so he was sure that he'd be able to manage this without any complications. "T-tell me what to do," he asked the head soothsayer, pink flames engulfing one of his dainty paws. Much like Lucifer, he needed direction. "Where should I start?" He had cauterized his own wounds before, namely when Argus had ripped out his eyes that one time, but he wasn't used to doing it to others in a non-torture setting. He didn't want to cause Aita pain, despite how little the two had interacted.
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