[ He agrees, and his voice drops again into a low purr—except there's still a manic sort of hunger in his eyes, and his tongue runs across his gums like a starving beast of prey as he watches that slow drip of blood between Daniel's fingers. ]
Perhaps you'd like to be divested of your tongue instead? It seems to be the source of a great many problems for you! [ Another laugh cuts through the evening air, but the threat seems to be just that: a threat. Lucius takes no forward step. ] Now or later, little man — it's up to you.
[It's not a question he intends to answer, but Luicius is right -- he's lost control of his tongue. He shrinks backwards, and from the way he fidgets, it's obvious that he's considering running.]
I can't control the things-- the things that I'm saying! [He isn't crying, but his voice carries a weeping quality to it, almost like he's choking on it.] Is this your fault? Are you the one who's doing this to everyone?
Me? Please! [ This time, there is no laughter, as if the incredulous tone in which he speaks says all that needs to be said of that accusation's absurdity. ] If I were the man behind this, do you really think the result would be this?
[ After all, in Daniel's own words: he is a madman. There are things to be done with a serum of this effect, and none of them are of interest to Lucius the Eternal. ]
No, I simply followed my nose. [ Lucius lifts a finger and taps the tip of his nose with its claw. ] The scent of it has been lingering about the air for days.
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[ He agrees, and his voice drops again into a low purr—except there's still a manic sort of hunger in his eyes, and his tongue runs across his gums like a starving beast of prey as he watches that slow drip of blood between Daniel's fingers. ]
Perhaps you'd like to be divested of your tongue instead? It seems to be the source of a great many problems for you! [ Another laugh cuts through the evening air, but the threat seems to be just that: a threat. Lucius takes no forward step. ] Now or later, little man — it's up to you.
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[It's not a question he intends to answer, but Luicius is right -- he's lost control of his tongue. He shrinks backwards, and from the way he fidgets, it's obvious that he's considering running.]
I can't control the things-- the things that I'm saying! [He isn't crying, but his voice carries a weeping quality to it, almost like he's choking on it.] Is this your fault? Are you the one who's doing this to everyone?
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[ After all, in Daniel's own words: he is a madman. There are things to be done with a serum of this effect, and none of them are of interest to Lucius the Eternal. ]
No, I simply followed my nose. [ Lucius lifts a finger and taps the tip of his nose with its claw. ] The scent of it has been lingering about the air for days.