[ Well this sure is a place Luciel wasn't standing in a couple of seconds ago. He'd just been on his way back from the store--he's still got a shopping bag in each hand to prove it. Now he's...here. Wherever that is?? What the actual heck is going on here.

Also: why is there some sort of weird scribble on the back of his hand...? Luciel brings his arm up to get a better look, and it's at that moment that the bottom of one grocery bag tears and splits, dumping its contents all over the sidewalk.

Followed right by the other. Fresh produce is everywhere. ]

Oh come on...!

[ It's been a long, long, long time since Luciel fought a battle of any sort, and honestly? He's not all that keen on changing that. He is retired. He doesn't do this kind of thing anymore. If he had his say, he'd be back in the city, loafing the day away with a nap or drinking his 8000th cup of coffee.

But no. He's here, out in the middle of some weird...fake-but-not-quite world, trying his best to make sure no one gets an arm lopped off or anything. If he does see someone about to be in a bad way he'll be there in a flash, blocking the creature's blow with one pitch-black arm. ]

--You okay??

[ Wherein sometimes...u just need to fall asleep.

in a public park.

on a bench.

with a newspaper on your face and six empty to-go cups of coffee strewn around the ground. ]