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It's always important to make a good first expression. The older trainer was surprised and glad to get a chuckle out of the younger one, especially with such a lame joke. He wished he could've read his mind. All these good vibes were soon replaced, however, with concern after hearing the news of Lena's knife incident. 

He was going to open his mouth to interject, but the smiling trainer's comparison of his Pokemon's natures stopped Lucian's uncharacteristically alarmist thoughts. He listened carefully. The boy was able to identify Beheeyem's shyness and ability for growth, but was somewhat vague when recounting the Ralts. Interesting.

"From the sound of it, this seems to be a communication problem." The psychic does not take his inquisitive eyes off the Ralts as he speaks. "As Lena is still a baby, it can be assumed she is still developing communication skills. Unlike your Bosley, she is not equipped with powers over memory or flashing lights for nonverbal cues. She has to resort to more...instinctive displays. Violent ones." He adjusts his glasses while closing his eyes, his classic gesture for contemplation.

"Yes, I can work with her, turn her into a fighter, but I do not recommend it. Not at this stage of development, anyway. I sense lots of frustration in this Ralts. We need to establish a way for her to more accurately reach out to you so as to understand orders, and her own power." Lucian stands up and takes a few steps toward the sliding glass backdoors of the Pokemon center. "Luckily, this place is equipped with a courtyard for therapeutic reasons. Care to talk more about this outside?" Looking over his shoulder, he motions for the pair to follow.

Mixing It Up || Black & Lucian

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"Ah, Black! It is good to see you." Said the man as he looked up from his research material. "It is nice to see you, too, Le-!?-ah, it seems I have left my books on vibrate!"

The older trainer leaned back, crossed his legs and released a little chuckle. Still so young, yet this Ralts' latent abilities were clear. The glow that momentarily enveloped the books was of the same shade of blue as its shiny head frill, jagged with illusory black gems as if some hologram projected onto the air itself. Impressive for a newborn.

Now kneeling near the Ralts, Lucian adjusted his glasses out of habit and bowed to about eye-level with it. "I am honored to participate in your training." He rises to face Black. "Let me guess. Lena's less than a week old? Her shiny colors have yet to be fully realized. Despite that youth, she does indeed seem like a prime battler. You wouldn't see offensive presence like that so early in some Pokemon without high IVs."

The little Ralts lets out another groan, probably trying to insert itself into the conversation. "And a strong will, too, though a bit more aggressive than usual. I agree with your assumption - she'd make a good physical attacker."

"I wonder... As the premier trainer of Unova, have you had much experience raising Psychic types? It's important to get a good read of your Pokemon's personality, since Psychic power derives much from its expression or repression."

Mixing It Up || Black & Lucian

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Misplaced || Lucian and Retha

Lucian places the pop psychology book back on the shelf, an attempt made to hide a sneer.

"How does he keep finding work?" he said about the non-present author.

Another day, another city. When out on travels, the intellectual liked to visit local libraries. The smaller ones tended to fascinate him because they bore literature that wasn't in such heavy circulation. After reading no small number of writings by allegedly great media personalities, Lucian was surprised to find it was mostly bait text made to attract their already established fanbase. A sigh escapes his lips. This is probably why they weren't as popular among the academic crowd.

Good thing the small library also possessed some peer-reviewed journals for perusal. A pile of books he considered noteworthy were stacked on top of a sturdy mahogany table near the aisle was in. Having no library card for this region, he thought it would be time to make use of the speed reading talents he bore. That's when the suited trainer noticed some of his books were missing, probably taken by someone who thought they were to be re-shelved. Another sigh. Whelp, time to hunt them down again.

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Mixing It Up || Black & Lucian

Flipping through a journal of Pokemon battle strategy at a nearby Pokemon Center, Lucian was brushing-up on the latest in the work of his colleagues. It seemed only yesterday that the techniques of the Kalos region had spread. Now it appeared that Hoenn offered some counters to them. Oh, the joy of new information! Hopefully, the Sinnoh Elite would have something exciting to show his new charge, a Mr. Black of Unova, when he arrives.

Lucian heard Black had caught a Ralts. Thumbing over the diagrams of angles of attack available to attackers, he couldn't help but wonder how the little one would turn out. Would Black utilize the Ralts line's very high special defense and raise it as a wall, ready to shield its trainer's hopes? Will he perhaps focus on turning it into a sweeper by focusing on its great special attack? A slight shudder rocks Lucian's hand. That would be the obvious route - the one the not-so-psychic neglected to take. Or maybe, if the Ralts was male, Black would eschew those setups and take it on the path of a warrior, eventually turning it into a Gallade as Lucian had done for his own personal League Pokemon?

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Sorry, sorry! Didn't have access to a desktop, so I couldn't make my starters with icons today. In the mean time, I offer you all my recipe on potions! (I swear this is actually related to WE - I'm having Lucian take on the role of battling teacher, so potions for everyone!) 1. Mix 7-Up with mint leaves and light agave for a refreshing and medicinal flavor. 2. ??? 3. PROFIT I got the idea from Artnia, Square's Final Fantasy cafe. Yeah... Anyway, starters going up tomorrow at 10 PM Pac time!

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3, 6, 9, 12! :D

(( I'm on mobile, so no icon replies for now. Sorry!))3. I'm definitely the shorter-tempered one...but only because Lucian is known for being calm and measured all the time. 6. If we're talking people fights, then I'm pretty sure the round goes to the mun. I've had something of a confrontational past. If we're talking Pokemon fights, then Lucian wins. Being an Elite, fighting him is required to beat the game!9. I'm 5'6". The game doesn't portray height well, and I don't remember Lucian being significantly tall in the manga or anime, so... I don't know?12. Dancing? I think Lucian would've read-up on every style there is, so he has lots of theoretical skill. I don't think he has had much opportunity to put those skills into practice, however. Meanwhile, mun goes clubbing in San Francisco. Yeah, I think I win here.

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Muse VS Mun

(Reblog for asks!)

Out of Muse and Mun, which one…

01: is the most stubborn

02: is the most practical

03: has the shortest temper

04: has the wittiest tongue

05: gets more romantic attention

06: gets in more fights

07: is the most hygienic

08: is the most friendly

09: is taller

10: weighs more

11: is the better singer

12: is the better dancer

13: is more Renegade

14: has the most self-confidence

15: is the biggest liar

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Thanks for the warm welcome, guys! Also...

We should thread based solely on a shared love of Final Fantasy IX

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Book of Spirits || WE open

Numerous books were strewn across the library table in a circular grouping. Some were black and held with silver bindings like the admission books at certain offices. Some were green and filigreed with gold, like the books at the government center. Some were standing one on top of another, arranged in a pattern like Stonehenge. A little purple cat Pokemon lay in front of the makeshift keystone, slumbering.

"Now, now," communicated a bespectacled man in a low voice. "That's not how we handle grandfather's gifts."

Lucian scooped-up the Espeon in his hands, her waking mews only slightly breaking the silence of the old place. "You really like his collection, don't you?" A purr in response as the bundle of purple flexed. "Well, I'm sorry. Grandfather specifically asked for this set to go to Canalave." More purring, though of a tone more aggressive than dulcet. Beady dark eyes beamed onto the standing stone pattern. Following her gaze, Lucian cocked his head in the same direction. What is it about this book set that so relaxed his Espeon? They didn't seem to differ from any of the tomes of ESP and grimoires of the occult in Lucian's own personal library. Same content and covers. They even had the same scent of vanilla on their decaying pages. Yet, Espeon loved these in particular. Curious.

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Hello, everyone! Thank you for accepting me once more! I'll be the Lucian for the remainder of this flight! You can call me Luc-mun, Lucy-chan, whatever you want!  I've been RPing since the days of the Darkness Falls RPG on AOL and specialize in fantasy mysteries and conspiratorial RPs. I'm really into the minimalist lore style of description, like in Dark Souls: I just love the idea of presenting only bits and pieces of background information, and letting the movements and implications fill in the rest. I'm aware that causes a lot of anxiety, though, so I can do normal, expository descriptions, too!

The headcanon I have for Lucian is the original I wrote long ago, and I see no reason to redo it. I don't really like the cocksure Lucian from the anime, but hey, good thing this is a game group, right? Anyway, Lucy here is not much of a psychic. When people battle him, they'll instantly recognize a preference for physical brawling, which I'm sure will lead to all sorts of speculation. Let's have fun with that, shall we?

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MY HEART IS HURTING WOWIE

(( Mine, too. ))

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Streamers dyed to match Kalos' tricolor flag hung from the curved halls of the mansion like a dress. Glittering chandeliers refracted light in a rainbow of colors, the scent of lavender snaked through the halls as the smoking trails of its incense did, and Baroque furnishings of ecstatic figures from mythology danced along the white halls, as did the revelers. A large train of guests in all manner of party wear led themselves out to the source of the raucous noise of the Charleston to see a live band playing across an infinity pool in the garden. Reflected at the northern edge of the pool was the moon, and below it, the upside-down vision of man with purple locks looking upon all from a balcony.

Where did it all begin? From whence came this longing, this void in his heart he continually tries to plug-up with parties like a hole in the Titanic? Lucian thought. The same night he returned from the theater of war with no one left to wait for him. The same night he discovered he had a load of student loans mocking him and naught a penny to his name. The same night he was alerted that she had started a family with another. The same night he helped those wretches from Team Flare in their little Ponzi scheme...

Gazing at the young men and women he randomly invited, Lucian is reminded of how he met her. They were at a party at a large mansion as well, despite both being apprehensive of social functions. He remembered awkwardly breaking the silence with an innocent, "Hey, did you hear? The patron here has the largest collection of books in all Sinnoh!" and the blonde woman giggling at the inanity of it. He remembered taking her hand with a blush as he lead her to that famous library where he regaled his audience of one with stories of ages. No, this was where it all started...

Time passed. After a close relationship, the woman in black's grandmother tried to sever that red string of fate with the catalyst of the draft: after revealing that Lucian was to serve in some Arceus-forsaken war, the woman decided to go through with her matron's plan and just let the distance and the war sand-down their heartache for her. Yet, they still engaged in correspondence while he was out in the field. Fighting in battle was horrifying, but reading that next letter from his beloved made it all worth it.

Until the letters stopped coming.

Some time passed. Lucian made it back home to find his life in tatters: his lower class family literally worked themselves to death to help unsuccessfully payoff his student loans from before the draft, and no one wanted to associate with a destitute man. He tried to contact old friends, only to find they had forgotten him. He wanted to look-up his beloved's number, only to be told she was off exploring other regions with her husband. Maybe it was fortunate after all that a rogue scientist named Zerosic found the man in despair and remarked how a big brain like his could earn them quite a pretty penny...

After getting his staggering cut of the cash, Lucian hired private detectives to try to find the one that got away. After learning more and more about this new woman, so to speak, Lucian dedicated to becoming the man he dreamed of becoming when he first met her all those years ago. So he invented just the sort of Lucian the Millionaire that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end. All for her. All for Cynthia.

Oh Cynthia...

"I'm following you;" || Lucian & Cynthia || Great Gatsby AU

Cynthia, a high class woman living in the city of Lumoise in the 1920’s. The city was buzzing with endless amounts of jazz music as well as lively parties down the stretch. She lived with her husband and her small daughter, just on the outskirts of town. She had met her husband Alexander through a social gathering. Her grandmother had planned for her to marry him before she even met the man. He was the best suitor for a woman of her social status.

She wanted to refuse.

Her heart belonged to another, and she knew that. Lucian, a man who was not in her social status. Coming from a low income, her grandmother didn’t approve of their relationship. It wasn’t long after her grandmothers final stand was taken, that Lucian was offered a position in the military. She had no idea what he did, but he wrote to her  nearly everyday. She spent countless nights, crying over this man. The man who had captured her heart with his vast knowledge on many subjects. She loved listening to him talk, it filled her with endless amounts of joy. She couldn’t write back anymore after she was engaged.

She taught herself to love Alexander over time. He was a sensible man, with a personality any woman would love. It took a while for her to make sense of him, he had a short temper. It was one that you never wanted to see, it scared her sometimes. When he would lose his temper, he would drink. His drinking eventually led to horrific arguments which led to him sleeping on the couch for weeks at a time. They moved all over several regions, until she became pregnant. They stayed in Kalos in hopes of starting the financial build of the city, as well to have a grounded foundation for their future son or daughter.

Cynthia remembered when her precious little daughter was born, she cried. She held her precious baby girl, hot tears flowing.

“I hope she’ll be a fool. That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

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(( Okay, real talk. Cyrus and Lucian's thread is supposed to be one big debate on the "Evils of Free Will" and whether or not dictated actions can lead to actual happiness. It's going to get extremely heavy extremely fast: in particular, I've added a subplot that implies sexual assault. Nothing terrible is going to happen (Espeon and Honchkrow will stop it if their trainers don't), but I felt like I should issue this warning. ))

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Lucian's expression was incredulous for a moment, then transformed into the tut-tut, you-must-be-joking face of a conservative British professor.

"My, my. Haven't we already discovered those energies, though? Time, space, and antimatter, swirling together in a cosmic dance, birthed this place. This world." He gave a little hum. "Half of your exploratory research has been completed, my friend." The sentence started out with a high pitch, then descended into a low one as if metaphorically bringing the talk back down to earth. Lucian may be open to alternative solutions, but he couldn't help but be amused by the thought of someone playing god with cosmic energy. The psychic's pale eyes look into Cyrus' cold ones and in that moment realized he took things too far. "Forgive me. That was cruel. I did not mean to trivialize your goals." But, still.

Everyone knew of the creation trio. The dragon of space, the dragon of time, and the dragon of antimatter. Did the Elite really hear this man wax seriously about reigning them in? They could be dead for all anyone knows, but something about the way this man carried himself, his hard stare, his deliberate movements, everything suggests Cyrus believes the power of gods can be obtained by man. Stranger things have happened, Lucian supposed, and as Pokemon, they can theoretically be subject to Pokeball technology and harnessed that way. But, still!

The CEO's probing gaze bore a hole into Lucian's soul. Or maybe that was just the alcohol blurring his vision? He took off his glasses, fogged them up, and wiped them clean on his jacket's lapels before replacing them, all the while remarking, "Ah yes, of course. How rude of me to ask for information about your life without offering much on my behalf." The man in red turned his head to face the dance floor while keeping his body straight at the Galactic man. "Basically, an Elite is like a marshal. We protect and serve them." The deathly music wailed as two-by-two the dancers moved back to their tables to cavort. Loudly. Intoxicated, some were speaking their salacious minds within earshot while a few shady couples discussed mildly criminogenic intentions.

"You've heard of Lance of the Kanto Elite Four, have you not? He took a young trainer under his wing some years ago and put a stop to the Lake of Rage incident by Team Rocket. As far as I know, there are no crime organizations in Sinnoh that would warrant that kind of intervention, but that said I think Lance's actions are a good indicator of what Elites do." Lucian looks to Cyrus. "We are among the most powerful, so we have a responsibility to protect the weak, whether that weakness be physical, or-" The woman who was stalking Cyrus guffawed at a table some distance away as a duo of men plied her with more alcohol. Their lusty looks implied something terrible was going to happen to that drunk young woman if, say, Espeon or Honchkrow wouldn't intervene. "...or, moral."

Killing Time | Cyrus and Lucian, pre-Spear Pillar

Cyrus was pretty sure that anyone who appeared “basically good” was surely just putting up a façade, including Champion Cynthia and even himself to a degree, but Cyrus wasn’t too keen on getting into that right now. Instead he decided to focus on the final question Lucian asked as the troublesome woman walked off in a huff.

“Galactic Energy has indeed taken on the researching of Sinnoh’s legends, as we believe that doing so may shed light on how to build a better future for Sinnoh, and possibly the rest of the world. If we can discover and correctly analyze the energy that created and shaped the region, my organization just may be able to piece together a plan to replicate part of that process to invent cleaner energy solutions. I started it as a bit of a side project due to my fascination with Sinnoh’s mythology.”

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♣ ☾

(( ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

Lucian is embarrassed by the fact that he’s just a super speed reader with heightened empathy and nightmares, instead of being someone with psionic powers. Note that all these things are qualities anyone can get: Lucian has a real complex about not really being a member of the psychic class.

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

Oh ho, this one again! Well, just keep an eye out for my thread with Cyrus and you’ll see! ))

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♠ ❤ ☾

(( Oh hey, I forgot I had these! Okay, here we go!

♠ - What are they afraid of?

Lucian is afraid of the concept of forgetting. People and places must disappear eventually, so the only thing they will have left in this world are the memories engendered by their legacy. Yet, that past is sometimes lost. All that joy, all that heartbreak… As an aside, my headcanon for Lucian would be that he studies so much about ancient ruins and the past in general is so that, at the very least, one person will remember those who came before.

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

Love, to him, is a strong, positive feeling of regard towards someone; in other words, it’s the purely academic version of love. Familial love, like that for his Pokemon, fellow trainers, and grandfather, he knows all too well, but I don’t think he’s capable of romantic love. The closest he got was with Sabrina, but even then, that was more of him fanboying.

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

Yes, all the time! My current draft for Cyrus-mun will go into this in detail, but all you need to know for now is that Lucian has apocalyptic dreams about the corruption of the universe. It’s very Call of Cthulhu-esque. ))

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With a Nice Chianti // Hannibal AU, open

The water from the pot spilled over, the flames of the burners lashing and hissing in response to being introduced to water. A gruff vocalization is heard from a bespectacled man with his hair in an up-do and an apron clad around a suit with sleeves rolled-up to the elbows. It was taking longer than expected to prepare this meal of veal scampi with a sweet white wine sauce for his honored guest. He met the individual early in the day at a book store's cooking section. He must've impressed the guest quite well with his disdainful review of the cookbooks, claiming he could've whipped-up something much better using the same base ingredients. What he didn't expect was having that someone over for dinner this very night. To test his cooking skills, of course. To better accentuate the flavors of the meat, a good cook must be able to cleanse the palette of his dinner party. Hence this simple soup of onions: salty enough to rid the mouth of the gamey quality of veal, but base enough to make the guest desire more. A long, glistening knife sweeps freshly-cut onions from the cutting board and into the boiling pot. Spalsh. Hiss. Ding-dong. Wait, ding-dong? Ah! Must be the guest! Lucian covers the pot with a transparent lid and makes his way to the front door. His apron still on, he opens the door. The glare from the lights outside his front porch momentarily shine a sinister light across his glasses. Combined with a stolid mouth, Lucian must've looked like he was purged of all emotion. "Welcome to my castle." A hand is placed flat across his heart as if in pledge and bows are exchanged. "I regret not asking you what your alcohol preferences were. I do hope you would be fine with a nice chianti?" Said the psychic in more ways than one.