After the doctor had left the room, Lucian and Joan walked in at exactly the same time. Synder was so taken away by the appearance of Lucian the first time he saw him that he fantasized that he could sneak up on him and deliver him a friendly punch. However, Lucian was aware that this would be Synder's expectation, and he made the decision to keep a distance from Synder that was a few meters in both directions. "Buddy, tell me about your whereabouts during the past few days. I had been standing guard in anticipation of your arrival. Could you help me get that water from the other room?" Synder made a request to Lucian to get him some water from the table that was just across from his bed, but Joan was the one who complied with his demand. "Your legs are damaged, I wonder how you had stayed on guard" Lucian replied Synder mimicking his mannerisms. Joan said to Lucian, "Not you, I mean Lucian," as he reached for the water bottle and handed it to her. "Not you, I mean Lucian." Both Lu
During the course of Lucian's examination of her hands, he came to the realization that her left hand was the cleanest because the most of the blood he had been exposed to was on his forearm. He reached out with the finger he considered to be his cleanest and touched the wound on the young girl's arm with great care. He saw an image of it in his mind's eye in addition to the typical blinking dot at the side of his vision, and Lucian mentally pushed the warm energy that was streaming through his fingers into the body of the child. When the little girl felt the warmth rush into her, she looked down and noticed that the bruise was returning to its normal color at a visible pace. This caused the girl to look away from herself and focus on the bruise. It seemed as though this turn of events caught her off guard. It took Lucian only around ten seconds until he was entirely back to normal again after she had her momentary lapse. "It was warm!" she gushed with glee as she squealed with excit
Oh, now that you've showered, you don't look quite as much like a zombie as you did before! When the small girl talked to you, her tone betrayed an underlying sense of dissatisfaction, if I may be so bold as to say so. It would appear that her encounter with a zombie would have been a really exciting event; yet, that is the kind of story that the vast majority of children probably would do anything in order to have. After putting in some extra effort, Lucian merely grinned as he dropped himself into a crouching position.This time around, getting into this position was noticeably easier than it had been in the past."There is no way in the world that I can see that occurring!"I would want to introduce myself; my name is Lucian, and I was hoping that you may tell me what yours is."“Mary” she gave Lucian a wicked look and Lucian gave her a devilish grin in reply when Lucian put his thumb in his mouth and smiled at her. He turned her head to look at the mother as she stood up, and when
The young man spoke to Lucian in an arrogant manner and asked, "Is that so? The inquiry "Where are you keeping your pass?" The condescension that was there in his tone was thick enough to cut, and it was very clear that he had appraised him and thought him to be deficient in some way. , "Well, I don't have one." Yet. That is the rationale behind... He said "No pass, no entry, no exceptions." He went back to reading, not paying him any attention at all at this point, while he kept staring at him as though he did not understand what was going on. When he noticed that he was still there, he sent him a scowl with hazel eyes that twinkled with contempt, and he ordered him to "Leave" in a tone that was firm and authoritative. His pupils shrunk to a more manageable size. The infant is never placed in an enclosed space! In his assessment of him, he took a very methodical approach. To restate, he most likely possesses the strength to split him in two completely. On his chiseled face, the thi
What a pain in the neck are those newspapers! I am going to make it to the top of the media food chain! It's possible, but not guaranteed, that you'll need to teach the peasants how to read before you do anything else... In spite of the fact that all Lucian owned was two silver coins, he had, unbeknownst to him, begun to think of himself as a person who belonged the upper crust. This was in spite of the fact that he was unknowingly engaging in the behavior in question. It was only when he started humming to himself that he discovered he was actually creating music. Lucian thought he have to jot everything down as quickly as he can, because if he don't, he is going to forget all of this information... It was torturing him to be away from his base room for such a considerable amount of time. The opportunity too was right in front of him! To clarify, he would like to borrow for the time being. As a consequence of this, Lucian moved as quickly as he could, but he was forced to come to a
After the door had been shut, Lucian moved to the side in an awkward manner in an attempt to gather his composure before continuing. What on earth was going through his mind at that moment? It was extremely likely that he would have let all of his secrets slip out in the open. Also, Lucian thought that he was over thinking things, if the Asian guy asked, he would simply respond by saying that he had been on camp having a personal training. What if Joan asked, he thought for a minutes, he realized they were close so he wouldn't worry about telling her about his latest adventure. What if she asked about directions? He concluded that he will her he got it from someone whenever she inquired about directions. This was his got to line of defense in any given situation. Nobody would ever have any cause to assume differently, unless, Joan as it may sound, she had been following about the whole time when he was on the base. On the other hand, Lucian thought books are significantly more importa
Being forced to remain absent from his space for such a protracted period of time was excruciating for him. With his system developing as fast as it was, the chance to commit theft was staring him in the face at all times! To make himself clear, Lucian felt he would like to borrow for the foreseeable future. As a direct result of this, he moved as swiftly as he possibly could; but, he was compelled to come to a stop when the enticing aroma of freshly made bread caused a rumbling in his stomach. Who could making bread at this time. Lucian was jolted awake from him thought making him come to a complete stop. He was able to hold off till after he have eaten... After all, in order to stay strong and being able to perform, the first step, which is eating food, is absolutely necessary. Lucian couldn't help but break into a grin as he made his way into the bustling kitchen in the base and went closer to the enticing aroma of freshly baked breads. Although this is not the first time he was p
After a while, the daylight was out and everyone in the base were beginning to wake one after the other after a long night. They saw Lucian training hard to their utmost surprise. They were staring at him in disbelief, as if he had completely lost his mind, which, to be honest, is a possibility considering the circumstances. Everyone was resting in a bid to have enough energy for today's training and Lucian was already awake as early as this to train himself. However, Lucian avoided them and headed to the clinic to see Synder as soon as the entrance was open . The clinic had way too many unnecessary repetitions this time around, probably they were upgrading it or probably it was due to the visitor coming, anyways he is here to see Synder. After what seemed like an eternity, Joan came to his help and saved the day by saying "Welcome back" to Lucian with a friendly greeting. Have you been successful in finding what it was that you were looking for?" "Looking for?" Lucian posed an enqu