A Demon and A Goddess [Open]
WHO: Lelouch Lamperouge, Pandora, others they run across, and eventually Zelos
WHAT: Retrieving a Goddess and finding somewhere for her to stay
WHERE: The docks, eventually the Crimson Dragon Inn or Zelos' house
WHEN: About noon, Day 41
She seemed terribly innocent. Even reminded him a little of Euphie... if Euphie had an odd habit for referring to herself in the third person and no qualms about bathing in public and sleeping outside.
Still, if she really was a Goddess, and had powers on the scale that such a title implied, she would be invaluable. He didn't particularly like having to manipulate an innocent like this, but... he needed to. For Euphie. For Nunally.
As he rounded the corner, heading to the docks, he spotted the shimmer of sunlight against fair, golden locks, soft, silken skin, barely covered by her scant clothing, the body of a goddess, a bemused expression that was, quite possibly, the cutest thing he had ever seen. Even for Lelouch, normally unflustered by such things she was... breathtaking. A small part of his brain registered this anomaly, registered that he should be able to maintain objectivity, should be able to . Yet, surprisingly, and, if he were thinking more clearly, worryingly, he found that he didn't really care as he approached her, feeling strangely at ease with her, though, at the same time, a little... nervous.
"Hello? Pandora, I believe it is?"
WHAT: Retrieving a Goddess and finding somewhere for her to stay
WHERE: The docks, eventually the Crimson Dragon Inn or Zelos' house
WHEN: About noon, Day 41
She seemed terribly innocent. Even reminded him a little of Euphie... if Euphie had an odd habit for referring to herself in the third person and no qualms about bathing in public and sleeping outside.
Still, if she really was a Goddess, and had powers on the scale that such a title implied, she would be invaluable. He didn't particularly like having to manipulate an innocent like this, but... he needed to. For Euphie. For Nunally.
As he rounded the corner, heading to the docks, he spotted the shimmer of sunlight against fair, golden locks, soft, silken skin, barely covered by her scant clothing, the body of a goddess, a bemused expression that was, quite possibly, the cutest thing he had ever seen. Even for Lelouch, normally unflustered by such things she was... breathtaking. A small part of his brain registered this anomaly, registered that he should be able to maintain objectivity, should be able to . Yet, surprisingly, and, if he were thinking more clearly, worryingly, he found that he didn't really care as he approached her, feeling strangely at ease with her, though, at the same time, a little... nervous.
"Hello? Pandora, I believe it is?"