[ Lloyd's never given much thought about horoscopes or astrology. All of it sounded like bullshit, anyway. No stars or alignment dictated what he did, that was all on him to decide, okay? So the fact that this weird sign means something for him has him a little miffed. Nobody really explained what it meant, only that it was good. Great, even, if the fancy wizard's reaction had been anything to go by.
After pestering a good handful of people about it, he at least gets some sort of answer. Loyalty, huh?
He could do more research if he wanted, but he's not really the scholarly type, he'll leave that to the people who are actually interested in it. Setting his sights on someone just trying to read their book, he plops down in the seat next to them. ]
So, that book tell you about what the signs are supposed to do? They tell you what yours mean, or did you get a shady as hell answer, too?
II. oh my god, they were roommates
[ The digs may be shared, but at least the bed is decent if not kind of fancy. Nothing like his room back in Vegas, and the décor could use some work. (Though not by him, his own tastes are atrocious to all but himself.) It's at the very least, a middle ground between prison and the Inferno. While he's not too keen on roommates in a normal situation, he likes the idea of being alone in a strange place even less.
He takes up roost in whichever bed strikes his fancy, stretching out and propping his head up with a hand. Lloyd looks over at whoever happens to be closest with an easy grin. ]
All this magic and shit is crazy, right?
III. jailhouse rock
[ Eventually, he was always going to go down to the dungeon. One does not live through a traumatic experience and not want to make sure others don't suffer the same fate. Nobody deserved to starve to death, and even though the guards tell him that everyone is being fed, guards can't be trusted when it comes to inmates. Biased, who's biased?
He smuggles whatever food he can carry, because what's the worst that could happen? He could be put behind bars? Been there, done that. Lloyd slides up to the first cell he comes across and peers in. ]
Lloyd Henreid || The Stand || Lovers Arcana
I. hey baby, what's your sign?
[ Lloyd's never given much thought about horoscopes or astrology. All of it sounded like bullshit, anyway. No stars or alignment dictated what he did, that was all on him to decide, okay? So the fact that this weird sign means something for him has him a little miffed. Nobody really explained what it meant, only that it was good. Great, even, if the fancy wizard's reaction had been anything to go by.
After pestering a good handful of people about it, he at least gets some sort of answer. Loyalty, huh?
He could do more research if he wanted, but he's not really the scholarly type, he'll leave that to the people who are actually interested in it. Setting his sights on someone just trying to read their book, he plops down in the seat next to them. ]
So, that book tell you about what the signs are supposed to do? They tell you what yours mean, or did you get a shady as hell answer, too?
II. oh my god, they were roommates
[ The digs may be shared, but at least the bed is decent if not kind of fancy. Nothing like his room back in Vegas, and the décor could use some work. (Though not by him, his own tastes are atrocious to all but himself.) It's at the very least, a middle ground between prison and the Inferno. While he's not too keen on roommates in a normal situation, he likes the idea of being alone in a strange place even less.
He takes up roost in whichever bed strikes his fancy, stretching out and propping his head up with a hand. Lloyd looks over at whoever happens to be closest with an easy grin. ]
All this magic and shit is crazy, right?
III. jailhouse rock
[ Eventually, he was always going to go down to the dungeon. One does not live through a traumatic experience and not want to make sure others don't suffer the same fate. Nobody deserved to starve to death, and even though the guards tell him that everyone is being fed, guards can't be trusted when it comes to inmates. Biased, who's biased?
He smuggles whatever food he can carry, because what's the worst that could happen? He could be put behind bars? Been there, done that. Lloyd slides up to the first cell he comes across and peers in. ]
What are you in for?