Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
I c r e a t e d a m o n s t e r a h e l l w i t h i n m y h e a d
He heard the name of the person they were here for in the first place, a daughter of a rather distinguished family by the name of Lockheart. Listening intently to the announcer as he paced around the young girl atop the stage. Standing with his head hanging slightly, his red eyes staring at nothing particular considering their lack of ability to see anything. He leaned heavily into his walking stick, sort of annoyed, couldn't this move a bit faster. The assassin was hot, sweaty, agitated and just all around very uncomfortable with his current situation and where he was. He tried to casually stretched his tensed up muscles, his foot repetitively tapping against the ground and his fingers clenching his cane so much his knuckles turned even whiter. He wasn't as noble as his sister was, now ignoring her own comfortableness and having the unquenchable urge to save everybody that may be helped slightly when saving this girl. No he wasn't like her at all, he couldn't care less what happened to the girl or even this country. Rather apathetic and uninterested in the lives of others, only himself, and his beloved elder sister of course. He was just very irritated about being in a crowd, which hasn't always turned into the best of circumstances when in them to long, and he was very close to his breaking point. And he didn't want her to get upset for going berserk and most likely killing everybody (being the normal thing he would do when going berserk).
The announcer named the price of the little girl, which got complaints from people in the crowd. Apparently that was to much money to pay for a girl, cause for some reason that mattered. Lucius knew from experience that woman could do just as much if not more then men could, take the Foss siblings as a example if you wish. He isn't sexist, he doesn't care what your gender is, he will just hate you because you exist around him. Though as he expected this absolutely enraged his sister, who with great amount of pride and some anger mixed in called out that she would be purchasing the girl. With some amount of exaggeration when saying 'girl'. The young adult let out a huff and chuckled, rather amused by the pure pride of the Golden Phoenix Guildmaster, standing up for her gender because it was something that mattered to her very deeply. He couldn't care less, but he was happy seeing his sister have pride in something when he himself seemingly lost all of his in everything, besides her probably.
To be expected non of the sexist black marketers would bid any higher for the lovely young lady, thus giving ownership over to the siblings. Though they were just giving the girl back into the hands of her parents and actually not going to use her as a slave to do their bidding. Stopping leaning on his cane when his adoptive sister grabbed him by the arm and dragged in outside the crowd, which he was very thankful for. While leaving he'd 'accidentally' hit people with his cane, which of course which was not but nobody could blame him for doing so since he made it look like an accident and the fact that he was blind. Doing such for just petty entertainment, having nice thoughts of people having bruises on their legs and having to deal with them later. As you can see the young adult isn't as mature as he usually appears to be, being rather childish at times. Especially around his sister, who he showed more emotions to then irritation and some false condescending nature.
They received the young orange haired noble girl, and then he heard a voice called out towards them. Some random guy in the crowd calling out the silvernette for attacking them. Lucius just groaned and glared down in the direction of his sister, wondering what the heck she'd done, but knowing this wasn't a good time to ask. Considering they were now going to run from all these people. Once his sister yelled this command, the boy grabbed the little girl they just saved as he broke out into a run. He held the young child protectively in one of his arms, and the other held his cane which he rested on his shoulder, his elbow pointed forward. A slight malicious look on his pale expression he shot the gun multiple times, hitting some of the people chasing them. Then he stopped and concentrated more on running and getting out of there with his sister, and of course this little girl that they were originally there for. At least those few bullets shocked the people and distracted some of them for a little bit if they weren't the ones shot. Though he could say this was his reasoning for shooting them, it wasn't. He just felt like doing so, call it petty comedy if you will. His sense of humor being rather dark and sadistic in the fact that it was usually based in the suffering of others.W o r d C o u n t:
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