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[From a crystal, Georik grins competitively]

So I hear that Amestris prides themselves on having the best Alchemists in Dagaria. That is a very bold claim to make in the wake of my Father's legacy. Well, I am only an amateur myself, but I wish to see how good the Amestrian Alchemists are compare to Wolfgang Zaberisk... it should be educational.

[Wait... isn't Wolfgang Zaberisk the Author of that really well-known Alchemy tome?]

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[A busy bar in Zeon, full of friends. Georik raises a glass, already somewhat tipsy]

Let us celebrate before the next messenger comes with bad news! Come on, it'd be an insult to this fine establishment if you refuse to drink.

[He's practically shoving a goblet towards you]

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[Good job, you managed to injure yourself! Doctor Zaberisk is currently checking on your bandages, frowning a little.]

What on earth possessed you to do something so ridiculous? You are fortunate that someone was around to drag you in to get some treatment.

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[On a dark night, when you thought yourself alone - perhaps brooding - Perhaps wanting something you know you can't have - this black-haired demon appears. He has one wing of lush black feathers and one of bleached-white bone]

Darkness calls Darkness, and I am here by thy soul's cry. Thou... art an intriguing soul to catch my attention.

[His inhuman eyes glitter with cruel mischief]

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[Tired, heterochromatic eyes glanced at him before a weak cough escaped from her. She was already feeling like hell, he just felt the need to drag it out.]

I needed to find Elizabeth...In the rain happened to not be a good time...

[An asthma attack triggered by the sudden cold, followed by ungracefully tripping and hitting her head against a rock? As 'lucky' as she was, she wasn't going to hear the end of it. Not for a while.]

[His expression softens. In ways she reminds him of his sister.]

You have to be careful with your condition...

[Georik finishes redressing the wound and shifts her pillow for comfort.

What's that lump that's under her pillow?]

I know...

[She's really trying hard not to pout like a child for a moment. Of course, after her pillow was shifted, she couldn't help the look of pure surprise on her face.]

U-um Doctor..I seem to have something under my pillow...

Really? I wonder what it could be?

[Georik questions, feigning surprise as he puts the unused gauze, etc. away. If Celia looks, she'd find a small bag of vanilla-swirled caramels]

[Celia raised a brow before carefully sitting up to look under her pillow. Poking the box open, her mouth made a small 'o' before a rare smile graced her lips. You won her over]

You should be ready to go by tomorrow - come back within a week and I'll remove the stitches.

[He's trying not to pretend to notice that Celia had found the candy but a tiny smile is tugging at his lips]

[She let the box be for right now, she'll indulge herself tomorrow.]

Thank you Doctor for all your help.

You're welcome, just take your time - haste does cause quite a bit of trouble.

[Looking up at the voice, he flinches at the sight, but it's not one of someone ready to bolt, it's more of a defensive gesture. Quickly enough he relaxes and smiles.]

I must say; you're quite intriguing yourself...

[The devil smiles at the reaction as he makes himself at home - carrying the regal bearing of an emperor... no, it is too proud for even for that lofty position]

Most interesting - to treat me with caution, rather then fear.

[He rests his chin on the long, corpse-black claws - waiting to see what the man will attempt to do]

[Ah...Someone that thought highly of themselves. Arro took it all in carefully, especially their features. He relaxed slightly, but this was no time to be foolish. He could gain insight into something new.]

If I fear you; I'll never learn anything.

[Well to an Angel, even a fallen one - they are higher then a mortal, even one of Sync's background]

A wise attitude to take, but art thou not afraid of walking right into a lion's den with thy unbridled curiosity?

[As soon as he learns of this, he'll start with the questions likely. Until then, it's still most interesting in and of itself.]

I've been burned before, so to speak~ I doubt there's much worse that can happen to me for wanting to know.

[The demon chuckles]

Very well, Ask what questions that art playing upon thy mind.

[Arro paused. It was hard to believe that here, presented with answers to all the questions he always had; he was struck dumb.

He sighed softly, perhaps it was more of a metaphorical question than anything, but instead of learning about this being before him, he asked what might best constitute as a rhetorical question.]

Is there a point to existing?

If Shen is surprised at the daemon's appearance, it's not because the daemon is here at all, it's more because said daemon has appeared right next to him, on the top of a very tall tower. He stares for a beat, then puts his composure back on.

"I wasn't aware my soul was calling at all," he answers drily, "least of all for a floating human-looking creature."

"This form is naught but a convenient shape for the time." Lucifer chuckle as he peers down at Shen from the very tip of the lightning rod. "Thou art plotting the downfall of the ones who claim to be The Crystal King's Representatives... hmmm?" And suddenly he's close to Shen, way too close for a near stranger to be as he peers over the Peacock's shoulders to the streets below.

"I am, yes...." Shen trails off, noticing that the daemon is standing or hovering far too near to him. Close to, the bird smells of cordite and metal, the dry scent of feathers and the peculiar, smoky-sweet odor of opium. He shifts further away from the daemon. "What interest is it to you?"

His voice was sweet and very smooth... like the nectar of a carnivorous plant, intending to drown those who get too close. "I have my reasons, the gods are not a race deserve such mindless worship that thou sees below us, Does thou not agree?"

He blinked and leered at him. "...What's the meaning of this, old friend?" It's Sebastian, his old friend and comrade from Lucifer back during the rebellion. "I know these last few centuries has been hard, but my soul has become foul with human vices." He grinned back, clearly joking with some humor.

"Brooding is unlike you. Have you eaten well?"

He smiles back a little, as he perched upon a seat. "It has been quite a long time, has it not?" Lucifer rests his head on his chin. "Could I not simply come to see how an old comrade is fairing in his purgatory?"

Certainly that's a bold claim in and of itself to make~

Tell me, what's your 'approach', as it were?

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