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[DOUBLE PERSON EVENT]

[Landrobe]

*On one side, Landrobe is arriving at Domino at the Island Monorail station. He gets his bearings together as he steps out.*

Where could he be...

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*but meanwhile, somewhere else in the city, a young boy with long black hair slinks around in the backstreets and alleys, glasses glinting to show some very purple eyes. He rubs his head, groaning.*

Of all the ways to wake up... I trapped those people who had me and I ran off, realized it was the infirmary, panicked and got here... But now I can't remember why I was here in the first place. I should've gone and checked if any notes were around. And I have the worst headache, too... *he pats his side a bit, and then grumbles*

I don't even have my deck or my disk on me. This is the worst.

*he flicks out a phone instead, seemingly from nowhere, brushing the hair out of his line of sight*

What to do, what to do... Do I just bother making those if I want to have any fun...? Do I even want to right now? It'd be better than going back, I guess... *he starts muttering instead.*

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Limping through alleys and back ways back to his garbage apartment, one arm in a makeshift sling. He looks like he's gone a few rounds with something terrible, and he's muttering and cursing under his breath.

"Fuckin' kids these days what are they feeding her, a steady diet of dragon hearts? Fuck. No one gets ta know 'bout this."

*You approach where the boy is, and he looks up, slipping behind a wall. He can't help but think, "people actually come this way??"*

He blinks. ... was there someone who was.. here?

"Yer losin' it Cyril. Jus' 'cause the ogre clings ta fuckin' shadows dun mean yer gonna be stalked by that terrible family all fuckin' day. Ugh, I 'ope I've got that wine left."

He smacks his cheek with his good arm, continuing his limping walk past the wall.

*he waits until Cyril clears it, before slipping past and going the other direction. He just needs to be quiet, that's all. He doesn't want weird guys talking about ogres and dragon hearts talking to him...*

Cyril's too caught up in his own angry whispering to even notice someone behind him, unless they're seven feet tall and looking for revenge.

"Fuck, 'ope that kid's okay. Landrobe's prolly got this. I 'ope."

He stops. Even beat up as he is, probably in better shape than Landrobe is on a daily basis. With a heaving sigh, he spins on his feet and sucks in his breath as he turns around.

*Well there's a familiar kid of shape size and hair color there, focusing on sneaking away.*

Every day is a fucking rollercoaster of luck for me, isn't it.

"...Oy! Lucius? That ya, buddy?"

*oh no.

the kid's bolting.*

Ooogh.

This is gonna suck. The things I do because the alternative is drinking myself into a coma.

He starts running after you, occasionally letting out a grunt of pain but he's starting to gain.

"Oy! It's Cyril, y'know, from the community?! I ain't gonna be a bad influence tonight, jus' tryin' ta make sure ya get back ta yer dorm! We can go scum 'round town sometime later this week, aight?"

*geh, this guy's following me. What's he even talking about?

He flicks out his phone, scrolling down quickly before pressing something.

Cyril you just ran into a transparent wall*

He hits it and nearly falls over. Blinks as he puts his good arm to it.

"Oh, now that's fuckin' interestin'. Why's 'e runnin' though...?"

He runs through a few scenarios in his head. People run when they don't want to be caught. Lucius is clearly off island, snuck out without Landrobe noticing...

... he was right, the kid finally snapped. Heat radiates off him in waves as he attempts to punch through the transparent wall.

"This is gettin' fuckin' fun! Gotta catch ya if we're goin' slummin', huh?"

*as much as he'd WANT that wall to hold, the Lord of Azure Flames punching it is definitely gonna shatter it.

He'd almost want to stop and scream out his disbelief but instincts say to run faster. He clicks something else on his phone, as he suddenly picks up speed. How...?*

... this is gonna suck alot. Why'd he pick today to fight?

He starts running again, just keeping pace this time, still radiating heat as his makeshift sling begins to catch fire. Blue fire.

"Hey! If ya dun wanna talk ta me that's fine, but Landrobe's looking fer ya! 'E dun need ta be wanderin' the 'ole fuckin' city lookin' fer yer runaway ass!"

*-- Landrobe?

he swerves around. oh, that's why he got faster. he got skates somehow. He's holding the phone, ready to make another wall if he needs to escape.*

How do you know Landrobe?

... Also your sling is on fire.

"...ya got shoes like Escher, but fer skatin' on land? Smart."

He pauses. Isn't there communication between these people?

"Yeah, well, ain't like it's really gonna 'urt me. The fire, I mean. The sling comin' apart is gonna be a bitch.

I 'ung out with 'im a few weeks ago? 'e's a good kid, jus' a lil' spooky."

The man crosses his arms, looking you up and down.

"An' ta get it all outta the way, I dun know Garum super great, 'e reminds me o' one o' my friends though. I'm datin' Escher, an' can't decide if I like or intensely hate Mithra. Missin' anyone?"

Sure, you've proven that you know who they are.

But you haven't said who you are.

... Ham and cheese?

... nah, I just punched through a magic wall and I'm starting to set myself on fire, he's probably got the right idea.

"Cyril, currently. The Raucous Lord o' Azure Flames."

Oh. A lord? *he lowers his phone a little*

And you claimed you know me?

"If yer Lucius, yeah."

...Not really nervous sounding enough to be Lucius though. At least, the impression he got.

"Dun ya remember interactin' with me on the journals?"

*... he seems to get an expression of "oh." for a moment.*

Right. Now I get it.

"...Huh? Am I mistakin' ya fer 'im or something?"

*... maybe not exactly, but.*

I'm not Lucius. I'm... *he takes a moment to say the name, like he's remembering it* Eidos.

"Eidos."

Someone better call Ripley's because he doesn't fucking believe it.

"Yeah, aight, I'll bite. Why ya look like 'im?"

Do I need to actually say why I look like him?

"...Nah, I guess not. Jus' makin' sure my firs' guess wasn't wildly off target."

He leans up against something, trying to hide his pained face.

"What're ya doin' out in the city?"

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