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Started February 16, 2022 by Deleted user

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Lucitius sighed, then sighed again at the attack. He turned, a rumbling growl building in his throat. His fingers wrapped around the railing, his claws slicing through the metal with little effort. A wild gleam steadily grew in his eyes.

“Blind we are to the Watchers above,”he hissed angrily.

(Okee! Sam, you may join! Just make a character sheet.)

Sahlonek nods.

"Indeed, we are. The Watchers won't help. The citizens won't help. So I suppose it's just us. Again." they say, a crazy grin appearing on their face.

Name: Qûs'ÿltn (CWOOS-eelten)

Aliases/Nicknames, if any: The Harbinger, The Primal Storm

Race: Jade Storm Totem

Age: Presumably somewhere around the age of the first rain on Earth.

Gender/Sexuality: Male, pansexual.

Description: He appears as a single Jade totem, with thunderheads, rain and lightning forming his body.

Personality: Undecided, lol. I just came up with him.

Backstory: Unknown.

Notable Powers/Skills: He has the power to control the violent storms and winds that plague the worlds.

(Love him!)

Lucendi growls slightly, but doesn't say anything. Until they notice a particularly large hurricane approaching the city.

"Oh, dear. It seems Qûs'ÿltn has come." she murmurs.

(Just adding a twist here)

Lucitius glanced at Sahlonek and snorted.

“Have you forgotten mine ways? They are blind, and we are the Watchers. I could give a shit about anyone above us,”Lucitius huffed.

He then turned at the storm and rolled his eyes. Qûs'ÿltn had always been a rival. He was outrageously annoying, particularly with his abilities.

(Chuckles That's exactly what I expected!)

Qûs'ÿltn, upon reaching the city, sighed. So dull.

He disperses his storm, and shrinks his form down. He heads for the twoer, finding… Lucitius.

"Oh. I had not realized that the Blue Angel was here. As it were, I am here on behalf of this world." he says stiffly.

Lucendi watches the exchange, sighing. Those two always feed off of each other.

She snorts at Qûs'ÿltn and waves a single hand. "Yes yes, skip the formalities. There's no need for them."

“Greetings to you, Trickster,”Lucitius hissed sarcastically at Qûs'ÿltn.

He turned away, gazing down at the street far below. He needed something to distract him from the annoyance nearby.

Qûs'ÿltn grins and dispenses with his imitation of Lucitius. "Oh, come on! You're not still mad about that prank are you?"

Sahlonek grins at Qûs'ÿltn, being the only one that was happy to see him.

"Hey!" they say.

They sigh and shake their head. "Of course he is."

Lucendi snorts at Qûs'ÿltn once more. "What do you think, Trickster?"

She's just as annoyed with the trickster as Lucitius, and for good reason. Some things are best left unremembered.

Lucitius huffed, then spoke in a gutteral, lisping language. If any knew the tongue, they’d know that Lucitius had just called Qûs'ÿltn something along the lines of ‘Useless piece of shit’.

“I do not forgive easily, fool of a trickster,”he growled in the common tongue.

Qûs'ÿltn sighs and responds in kind, calling Lucitius such descriptive and inventive names and hurling insults like they were confetti. He keeps a pleasant face through all of it.

"'I do not forgive easily, fool of a trickster,'" he mimics, laughing. "Always got a stick so far up your ass that you can't even fit your head further in there if you tried."

(Yes, he would wouldn't he?)

Lucendi doesn't understand most of what's being said, but gets the gist of the insults and names. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an o of surprise.

"That was certainly… entertaining." she says, eyebrows raised.

Sahlonek laughs with delight. "Oh, always the charmer, aren't you, Qûs'ÿltn?"

(Lmao, yeah he would! And Lucitius hates On’nyosh anyway, so it fits, lmao!)
(And how is it always so easy for someone to piss off Lucitius? Sure, he has a temper, but damn. Though… he is technically of an older, stricter generation of drāckonians, so yeah. Apparently he really does have a stick shoved way up his ass. Shrug)

A deep, feral growl rumbled from Lucitius and his claws grew slightly longer. He stalked toward Qûs'ÿltn, seeming ready to pounce at any moment.

“You dare insult me in mine own birth tongue. We, drāckonians, are a species of honor and tradition, and you dare insult that!”he snarled. His voice was much deeper than usual, and blue fire burst to life around his toes and on his feet.

(Eh, Qûs'ÿltn just knows what to do to get the max ammount of rage from people, lol. And he really does though!)

Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "Here's a tradition for you: go fuck yourself, Mr. Blue Fuckhead."

Sahlonek decides right then that they need to step between the two of them. "Now, now. Calm yourselves."

They're grinning, and know that Qûs'ÿltn will be directing his sharp tongue at them next.

Lucendi sighs at everyone's antics and releases a powerful wave of electricity to get everyone's attention.

"Enough male posturing." she growls.

Qûs'ÿltn looks innocent. "Male posturing? I'm doing no such thing, m'lady."

He turns to Sahlonek to say something. "And you - keep your nose out of other people's business if you want it to stay where it is."