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Lucien and Elphaba [ Incomplete, ongoing ]

Who // Elphie and Lucien
When // After the meeting with Xemnas
Where // Elphie's room
Summary // Elphie asks Lucien for his services
Rating // PG 13-ish

Elphaba slid down her door. That man, Xemnas, had some nerve. Coming to her room, demanding for her to leave the Organization alone. She was furious. She was upset. Clearly she wasn't thinking clearly, setting the man's pant leg on fire. She was so obvious about it. Of course it didn't help that he was an unwelcome guest making threats on her life. She knew that Vexen told her that it wasn't good to act on her emotions. She shook her head and sighed.

Suddenly, she remembered a post Lucien made. Normally she didn't like to get involved in such brash acts, but this was serious. She could make things worse by attempting to harm Xemnas, or anyone from the Organization. She also knew that if anything were to happen, she would be prime suspect. No. She simply needed an eye. She wondered if spying would be apart of Lucien's services.

Upon responding to Luciens' post. She waited for him to come.

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Lucien did not take long to make his way to Elphaba's room. He had been itching to return to his business, and the opportunity had somehow materialized before his eyes. He was quite pleased, afterall, somewhere in this vast...seemingly contained space was the void. He knew that his master Sithis would be out there, awaiting souls, and he would have to make do, somehow.

Could one murder the dead?

He supposed not, but perhaps he would just have to become far more creative in his profession. His thoughtful procession was ended when he arrived to her door, and he knocked slowly, purposefully. Lucien Lachance did nothing hesitantly.

She moved to answer the door. Knowing it was Lucien, she opened the door and allowed the tall man to enter.

"Hello Lucien." she said evenly. It wasn't one of her finer moments. Her hair was disheveled, her face seemed tired, old even.

"Come in."

Lucien eyed the woman with a calm eye and a pleasant smile. Just because he was an assassin did not mean he could not be friendly, afterall. Especially when one looked as distraught as the green woman before him. He had to admit, she looked...well, he could hardly say she looked Orcish, afterall, she was not by any stretch of the imagination.

He was amazed at how...lovely she looked, if not haggard. However, he was never one to mix work and amusement. He was far too professional for that.

"How may I help you?" he questioned, nodding his head in a slight bow as his voice lowered to a bass note at the end of his phrase.

She didn't know where to begin.

Never in all her life had she felt so enclosed and hunted. Well, except for the encounter with Dorothy. Rage blinded her then. She wanted nothing more than the shoes, and Dorothy could not be trusted because she was sent by the Wizard.

No, this was different. Several men, large men with brooding eyes and big bodies, wanted her dead, apparently. This, incomparison to Dorothy, seemed much too much for her.

"I... I need..." she couldn't get the words out. She didn't like her independence being compromised, yet it was necessary.

"Do you work as a protector?" she asked quietly, keeping her head down. She absentmindedly brushed some of her silky black hair from her cheek.

Lucien blinked, and swallowed slowly. Protecting? That was something altogether new to him. He had far more experience in killing someone than keeping them alive.

Although, in a place like this, he doubted if he was going to get too many death warrants, and it may be in his best interest to actually 'spread his horizons' if one may.

"I suppose it is not out of my scope of abilities," he said simply, eyes trained on her from beneath his black hood.

She kept her head down, the amount of shame surpassed the need to be grateful. "If you so choose, you may harm my... harassers?" her voice was low and even.

"I'm certain you know of the organization? The ones that all look the same, in some round about way? They deem my involvement with one of their members a problem. My life, or... second life?" she shook her head.

"Either way, apparently I have a death warrant on my head." She looked up at Lucien for the first time. Her eyes shimmered almost as if they would release the tears, but she willed herself not to.

Considering that she told Luxord what had killed her, she was even more frightened that he may relay this information to Xemnas or the others. "Please, keep me... safe." she forced the last few words out.

Lucien let a long smirk spread across his face, and he watched the girl with prime pleasure for the first time in quite a while. "I may harm them?" he questioned, eyebrows lifting into amusement and supreme pleasure.

Of course, harming someone was always the best way of taking care of a problem, and it sounded better if he was actually being hired to take out the organization, rather than merely protecting Elphaba.

"I believe that should be no problem," he said simply to her, smirking quite widely. "What can you tell me of the abilities of this organization?" he questioned, wondering if he was going to need to use a few of the scrolls he had found in his room.

She shrugged "I know Xemnas can use water. He used a water spell to extinguish my little blaze on his leg." she grinned, perhaps the first time this evening.

She didn't have any qualms with Vexen, nor the others. Maybe because they don't even seem to take notice. "I don't know about the rest. Saix appears to be Xemnas' informant."

She looked down again. "Don't harm Luxord."

She initially intended on this meeting simply asking for him to be her eyes and perhaps report anything suspicious back to her. How did it come to her asking for his protection?

"What are the payments for your services?"

Lucien nodded in thought. He would have to do this the old fashioned way...with stealth. Oh! The dread father would applaud this kill, if it really were as good as he hoped it to be.

Musing a bit, he smirked. "I'm noticing a trend with these...Xs..." he said calmly, wondering if it were a religious thing. Surely, there had been many cults on Cyrodill that had required payment for joining the cult...but that had been there, and this was here.

"Normally gold was the price," he said simply, eyeing her a bit. "Is there anything like that here?" he questioned.

She shook her head. "Not that I'm aware of. No. I don't think there is any means of currency." she sighed.

She never really thought of the X thing, it didn't seem to matter to her. Not at all actually.

"So... what would be the payment?" she crossed her arms over her chest.

He grimaced, and thought to himself for a minute, before he realized that she had cast a magic spell.

..."Can you write magic scrolls?" he questioned, eyeing her simply. Perhaps she could pay in trade...if not gold.

She made a face. "Scrolls? No. I don't think so. If its magic you want... I can make things happen. If I concentrate enough anyway." She stared him in the eye.

She wondered if this was worth the hassle. Especially since she hadn't gained much control of her power. She was still acting on pure emotion, and not from skill.

He frowned. This was...ugh, no, he would have to figure out a way to do this, then. "Lets just say you owe me something, for now," he stated simply, shaking his head.

Afterall, there was the simple pleasure of killing, and that would be enough for now.

She nibbled on her lower lip. Something in his eye conveyed that it was more troublesome with her being indebted to him. She herself didn't like this fact either.

"You can change your mind Lucien. I'll understand. One can't do something for nothing after all." She cocked her head, resting her hands in her lap.

Her independent presence come back, and she was prepared to watch over herself, should need be. Though she was hoping that Lucien would provide extra eyes.

He laughed, and shook his head. "I don't simply change my mind," he said simply, and reached out his hand.

"Its an agreement then?" he questioned. He was looking forward to killing something, and having a debt to him just made it more sweet, although he knew the woman was hardly pleased with the trade off. She would live, however, as he would.

She had one of Cyrodill's best assassins, afterall.

She hesitated and reached out her hand. They shook on it.

Lucien smiled. Not dark and devilish, as he was purely business, but warmly to her instead. "Well then, I look forward to completing your contract," he stated simply, and bowed his head.

It was a shame there were no other members of the Hand here, or they could enact a true network like he had enjoyed on Cyrodill.

The smile, though it was seemingly warm and friendly, left her unnerved.

"Thank you Lucien... But please... Do not harm Luxord... Or Vexen." she thought last moment. Vexen had always been civil toward her, almost friendly.

She stood and walked toward the door to show him out.

Lucien nodded, and smiled. "I will be certain to not harm those two," he stated simply with a smile.

Lucien, was not evil, by far. He was actually civil, and actually kept his word.

She smiled back and bid him good bye.

Upon closing the door, she grinned to herself. Saix and Xemnas will not bother her anymore. Not with Lucien protecting her.

A sense of ease came over her. She laid down in her bed. It had been a long day. A long day indeed.

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Lucien and Elphaba [ Incomplete, ongoing ]

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