[i]A skilled warrior with a metal jaw. Sounds quite distinct.[/i] "I ought to pay him a visit then. Lana, can you tell me one more thing about this Damien of yours? Is he skilled with a blade? I believe I have grown a tad bit rusty, so to speak." Truth be told, Lucien was anything but rusty. But man still believed that he was and thought that a constant routine of combat sharpened his senses. It was not a feat of strength to him, just his modest standards. Besides, what better way to acquaint oneself with another than by combat?

[b]Lana giggled once more, as if such an answer was obvious.[/b] [i]"Some could say that... But he likes to use his knives. His swords are special..."[/i] [b]She nodded to herself knowing full well the weight Damien put on his 'babies'. He... Collected weapons...[/b] [i]"I'd be carefully though, Mister. Damien gets really angry... And he gets... Bad, when he's really angry."[/i] [b]Lana didn't really second guess others, but in a real fight, Damien fought with the intention to kill. Sparring... He played soft. If anything Damien would think it a game. If anything, the young woman seemed worried for her friend.[/b] [b]She shrugged with a bland and hopeless movement. She didn't like conflict herself... And Damien's inherent anger lately had put her on edge... She hoped this Alister could perhaps cheer him up.[/b] [i]"If you do seek him out, can you not be mean to him, Mister? I'm sure he'd like to meet you... But don't call him names... I think he might be sick."[/i]

"I don't plan on getting him angry, Lana. And sick? Shouldn't there be a doctor somewhere here? After all, this place does sound like an arena. I would expect an abundance of medics or doctors to be in such a location." Lucien took note of every word Lana said regarding Damien, contrary to his response about his well-being. By default he immediately began linking the man's 'special swords' to unique weapons he had faced in the past: Youtou, experimental Iconoclast weaponry and Infected ritual weapons. All which evoked a sense of grim nostalgia for him. Damien seemed like quite the interesting man indeed. "I suppose I'll be heading over to the desert if I have enough spare time, Lana. I first need entry into this place -" he says as he points to the massive gates "- in order to find Alister."

[i]"I don't mean like a cold Mister... I think he's upset... It's nothing new I suppose."[/i] [b]She gave Lucien a long stare before looking at the large gates.[/b] [i]"Well... Good luck... I must be going! I have to feed Alphonse!"[/i] [b]With a small wave and a large grin, revealing perfectly pale white skin and almost blue lips, she began a slow skip down the stairs, eventually unfolding like paper until she drifted away into dozens of paper butterflies, as if made up of a swarm.[/b]