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WHO: Christian Nolan and OPEN
WHEN: 6/9
WHERE: Near the bay area, heading toward the city.
WHAT: His arrival here on Genessia, is it but just a dream?

The feeling of a well rest had been in good measure with all of the patrolling, all of the fighting and everything that could possibly go wrong for his friends. Christian hadn’t expected the sound of water lapping against something metal. He woke with a start, rocking the cocoon, if it hadn’t been against the rocks he would have rolled it over. His teal eyes widen at the sight before him and his lips part slowly to exhale. At first, he believed that it had been just a dream. It didn’t help that a lot of his dreams recently have been realistic. That had been all due to the fact of finding out that he reincarnates and he was re-living every single one of his memories through his dreams. The assassin still didn’t quite believe them or that were even true. He slowly climbs out of the metal cocoon and realizes the weight around his neck. The white box surprised him, this usually didn’t happen in any of his dreams. As he opens it to gather the contents of the box, he realized there would be no waking up from this dream, he was already awake. This was a reality that he would be in. For how long, he didn’t know.

Christian runs a hand through his short crimson hair, surely the longer he stayed the original color would be coming back. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to dye it again. Not that, that mattered right now. How was he going to get back to Arcova? How was he going to be able to get back to his friends? More importantly, how would he get back to Renza? His lips pressed tightly, eyebrows furrowed in determination. There had to be a way, right? He looked at the red bills as well as the necklace. He slowly ties the necklace around his neck and hides it within his black and teal assassin robes. He stuffs the bills into one of his pouches and for now he leaves down the hood to his robes as he walks along the path to one of the entrances. The white lights around the cave seemed pretty and gave off an earthly glow. It reminded him of something Conor had told him. Conor could see yellow balls of light, which he would explain were spirits. Christian wondered if they glowed similarly to the white light along the cavern. The sound of the water seemed almost relaxing and at first he almost thought about camping out here. However, in order to survive he would need to get into the city mentioned. Maybe, maybe he wasn’t alone and there would be others. Perhaps, he would be able to find information or get it from among whomever was here.

“I want to wake up… but why can’t I? Is this really real? Or am I stuck in some twisted dream sequence.” He muttered softly to himself as he exits one of the twelve entrances. Christian looks around and notices a stand, walking over to it he grabs one of the fliers, reading over it. He would look for this Harry Dresden later. A wizard, though, only meant he would need to be careful. If he’s anything like Dorian, he would need to be prepared for whatever might happen. If he couldn’t find the wizard, he would at least try finding whoever else was stuck living within the city. Christian wouldn’t necessarily trust anyone, even with stuff given for free. There could be something else hidden, something dangerous. Even then, he has been through a lot and he would be able to handle it.

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There was a reason why people in this awfully pleasant city should not be so trusting. One of the greatest reasons for this was currently walking towards the new wakened. There was always a new one each day. Most of the time, Lucifer didn't fancy the people stepping into the city. They were all so pleasant, so optimistic and so incredibly naive. He took note of each one, but he couldn't care less about them. Not that he cared about many people in particular. If he ever cared about a person, it's simply because they seemed like amusing toys to spend time with.

The past few weeks, Lucifer had perfected the art of materializing Kira's body for the soul purpose of watching these wretched beings. It was fun to see them assume he was nothing more than a mere human. So there he was, in his black long sleeves, black jeans, and black boots with his sword strapped behind him.

"Good luck with that", he said with the most snarky tone and cheerful smile. He was always fond of smiling as Kira after all. It added to his charm. This man, he emitted a dark aura. No where as dark as the evils, but still, it was enough to make Lucifer interested in him. "I suppose no one has greeted you yet with the normal, 'Welcome to Genessia', huh?"

Christian turned to look at the smiling man, he tilts his head to the side. The way that the other had dressed reminded him of the Enforcers back on Eiros. His mind turns on the fact that Kira could potentially be someone who upholds the justice and arrests the criminals. Everyone of the Enforcers used a sword like weapon, the last person he saw wielding a Katana was Conor Holloway. He was quite dangerous with one and with the outfit that Kira was wearing made him think military. Although, Christian couldn't compare that with anything since he mostly wore blacks. Even know in his robes he could easily blend well during the night time.

The assassin holds up the pamphlet from within the box, turning it so that the words showed the welcome. "Only from this piece of paper. You're the first person I came across. So no... no one has greeted me yet with the proper welcome until now." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders as he looks over toward the city before back at Kira. "How long have you been here for? By the way that you spoke earlier, it would appear to seem that you may know more about this place."

Christian could at least ask questions to this man. Maybe he could get answers, however, he was prepared for not getting them right away. He wouldn't use force, he would go look elsewhere and make sure to stay on his guard for anything that may come off as being shady. There were times where he had been reckless and didn't care about the choices he made. That was back when he was younger and took on challenges head-on. Now with being older he was more prone to be watchful and take on cues, if someone were to give away what they may end up doing.

Kira waited on his actions with a thoughtful expression on his features - at least that's what he was aiming for. There was something intriguing about this man. He did not seem to fear the fact that Kira had an actual sword behind him. At the very least, he found it highly intriguing.

"Well", he started trying to think of phrasings to make it seem more appropriate. He was not used to pretending to be good, but since he plans on keeping his alternate self longer, he had to be more restrained when it comes to his choice of words. "People here are too busy with their mundane lives. Soon, you might even find a routine for yourself". Hopefully not.

"It doesn't really take a long time to understand and know most of the basics", he said giving a smile. Of course it wouldn't. Torturing some locals, abusing the information in the library and stealthily stalking the comings and goings was pretty easy for the Morningstar.

"But if you're really so curious, I'd say almost two months"

Christian observes the other man closely, trying to get a read off from him. Kira seemed to not be someone crazy and at least really insightful over the entire situation. For all he knew, the man could turn into a supernatural beast. If that were to happen he was at least prepared for it. What Kira didn't know was that Christian was armed to the teeth, hidden blades, throwing knives, smoke bombs, and a few hidden other things littered within his leather pouches around his waist. The assassin had his main dagger hidden behind him, under the robes, he didn't want people to automatically think that they needed to be careful around him. There still had to be that element of blending in plain sight. A code that all assassins gave themselves. It probably was no different from the next that he met. He, on the other hand, had morals and his own set of codes to follow. Christian mainly only went after bad people. Greedy aristocrats, those criminals being released from the Enforcers who only go back out and kill again. They also had to prove worth his time.

He frowns at hearing the word routine. "I don't know if I will fair with being in the same routine all the time."

Not that having a routine was something bad, but what did that truly mean? Finding a job, living life like everyone else? Christian surely didn't do well with that when he was younger, what made this place any different? For a few months he had fallen into the same routine and didn't enjoy it. At the time though, he didn't have someone to enjoy it with and now... he was here without him.

A soft sigh escapes his lips as he crosses his arms loosely against his chest. "What have you been doing for these past few months? Have you been staying in the same routine as everyone else?"

"And I see nothing wrong with that", he said in a cool demeanor. It was true, he didn't wish for mundane. He's sick and tired of people playing house and being pleasant with each other. Lucifer had every intention of shaking things up. This was to be his world and he'll fashion it thusly.

"No", he replied quickly. "Routines are never for me. I find them easily too boring. But there's still always a matter of meals and living expenses, so I do try oh so hard to fit in", he said almost sarcastically. How can you have problems with food when you never eat, except when you feel like tasting something from a past memory? How can you have problems with housing when you took a mansion falling apart and used your angelic powers to turn it into a magnificent dark castle. A mansion which he barely paid anything for. How can one have problems with other things when you took things when people least expect it.

Christian did know that he would have to find a job eventually. The money in his pocket wouldn't be enough and when he lived in Arcova he was by himself. In a safe house that was small enough for him and Flynn, his trusty Golden Retriever. He knew that he would miss his furry companion but he could try to at least get used to Genessia. The assassin tilts his head a little, staring at the other man. Routines kept people in check at times. He knew way too many people that stuck to routines so well that he could trail them.

"Yeah. That's normal every day to day stuff. It may require a boring job or other people find other means to live." He shrugs a little bit. Christian had done many thievings back then. Stealing pretty items that he in return would sell dressed as a traveling merchant. Sometimes they would sell nicely and other times he wasn't so lucky. However, living two lives wasn't difficult for him. He could try to figure out how to be normal and perhaps still be able to go around as assassin or thief. The man chuckles a little at the fitting in. "Do we actually fit in? What do you do?" He nods finally to the sword on the other man's back. Christian isn't fearful of it but he knows that he's gained experienced with swordsman. There was a time when he didn't do so well against them and there's a scar to prove just that.

"But there are always other ways. Other ways which need not follow such mundane activities. Then again, it's always essential to keep busy. After all, idle hands are the devil's playground, yes?", he said smirking a bit.

Kira noticed the other man stare at his sword and Kira just gave him a big smile in return. "As of the moment, I am aiding an acquaintance in setting up a business.", he said plainly. "Aside from that, I try my best to watch over people and their interest", he said with another smile. There was no need to be specific. Let the other man interpret that as he will.

"I believe you'll need a house to stay in first, yes? I'd also need to learn of your trade skills if you have any", he said amicably. This person in front of Kira was someone special. He knew there was something that made him tick, and he was hell bent on using that to his advantage.

Christian wondered why the man hadn't really asked about his robes. He wasn't really in his merchant garb and he was in his assassin robes. Maybe he could after all pull off the whole travel merchant act with this man. He thought over at he could say to Kira. The truth? Some of the truth mixed with a lie. Christian furrowed his eyebrows a little. He smiled at the other man at the idle hands comment. "I know someone who would say the same thing. He always spends his time reading books or making potions. I guess it's really whatever hobby you pick up to do."

He tilts his head to the left a little as he hears the other's answer. Christian knew all about watching someone else's interest. He worked for a businessman. A club owner in a way. He would be his bodyguard and also work his books as an accountant. That job alone had kept him pretty busy up until his friend, the businessman, portrayed him by almost hurting their friend. Christian went back to the old business of thieving eventually going to assassinating.

"I would need a house to stay in. I'm not quite sure how that works here in Genessia. Back in Arcova I stayed in a small home with two floors." He used it as a safe house. No one really knew that he lived there besides for a few friends. Christian gives a shrug. "I played bodyguard for a businessman as well as accountant."

He didn't need to ask about the robes. Not that many people would walk so openly in robes in this day in time. Nor would people of old preferred such garments. It always went down to whether that person is hiding a bigger weapon or something even more threatening. "Indeed. It's all about what fascinates you", he said nodding at the other man. After all, he did enjoy watching people be fascinated by war, death, and other sacrilegious endeavors for so many centuries.

"If that is the case, I'm sure you'd find employment quickly. There's an employment office with all the new openings available for you to choose from. Aside from this, you have the money from when you woke up. I'm sure finding a house shouldn't be a problem. The question is, what sort of house you'd want to live in and what kind of environment you desire", he said cheekily.

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