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[eyrienprince]

A very pretty lady with wings is sitting in the main room, looking very tense and distinctly annoyed. She's not wearing her Jewels right now, which is probably a good thing. Currently muttering to herself, she plays nervously with the fabric of the skirt and blouse that she snatched from Marian's wardrobe and trying not to feel too uncomfortable

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[vkandispwnsme]

A largish, mostly flame-colored cat hops up on the couch by Lucivar and settles down as close as she'll let him, purring madly.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar gives the cat a long, hard look, then reaches out to give him a stroke from head to tail. He looks familiar, but he's not sure why. Of course, in all likely hood it's some unfortunate First Circle member, knowing this place. *Hello?*

[vkandispwnsme]

Altra purrs louder, and trains his large eyes on Lucivar's face. Hello, he thinks in response, not sure if he'll be heard. Some people can and some can't, though the mindspeaking is supposed to be his gift.

[eyrienprince]

There's something fuzzy there, but he can't quite register it. He tries shifting sideways a little and gives the cat another rub down his back. *I can't quite understand you.*

[tanstagi]

A very hairy man, dressed like Jacques Cousteau, sits down next to her very casual-like.

"Wings, eh? I've never seen an angel looking as annoyed as you, so what are you?" After a pause too short for anyone to speak he adds, "I haven't seen an angel at all, actually."

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar looks sideways at the man and gives him a very, very cold look. "I'm not an angel," she says flatly.

[tanstagi]

"No?" Hagbard says. "I'm not really surprised. Angels, if they're anything like their master, wouldn't be smart enough to wear flattering skirts like that." Catching her cold look, he adds, "Just a compliment. I have no particular drive to get into your bed. What are you, then?"

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar's eyes chill a little more at the skirt comment. "Good," she says firmly. "I'm afraid that that would a rather disastrous adventure."

[sweariwontdie]

Sour expressions don't seem to affect Armand very much. Nor does he see in the winged lady the "demon boy" of a while ago. And in the end all the ladies he's met here have been nice, so he sits beside her, with his knees up. "Where did you get the wings?" he asks, all breathless wonder.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar gives Armand a rather dark look, but he can't help a flicker of a smile at the tone. "I was born with them," she says. "I certainly didn't go out shopping for them, if that's what you mean."

[sweariwontdie]

"I--I didn't mean that." He reaches out a hand, but has just enough restraint to ask before touching. "May I?"

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar rolls her eyes a little, but there's really nothing for it. "Sure," she says, "Just be a little careful."

[sweariwontdie]

((obviously much later than above))

Armand goes looking for Lucivar, trying to keep quiet about it, but looking rather determinedly.

[eyrienprince]

He'll find him (fortunately male again) outside, relieved that all unnecessary appendages are gone and no longer impeding his practice.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand sighs in relief. "Oh good! Karla was looking for Gabrielle to talk about you."

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar turns around and takes a long look at Armand. A pause. Then...

"Karla's doing what?"