Lucien breathed a sigh of relief as the deeply resounding alarms pierced the dank silence of his quaters. The dark room was unappealing to one such as himself. His mind was not besieged by notions of wordly possessions, pleasures, or social comforts. It seemed all that was left in his life was his profession, and even that made it dreary and miserable. Lucien accepted it, though, knowing he was just one of the many tools of the imperium, his life an eternal debt to the empire he had just so happened to born in. A pity. He left the room in a hurry, secretly glad of the occupation his summons might bring him. With that in mind, he took to the labyrinthine corridoors that lay stretched atop eachother like a vast network of winding, decieving tunnels.<br/><br/>A vision of darkness found itself following in near pursuit of the robed figure, the faded black of his coat trailing behind him like a lazily fluttering cloak. His pace was brisk, as if he had reason to be in a hurry. Lucien shrugged off the annoying tune that seemed to flow seductively about the air in the wake of the figure in front of him. He much preferred the piercing, sombre notes of the piano, the faintly quivering tune reminding him of the serenity of war he once knew. Now he was here, he wished he'd just been shot instead.<br/><br/>Even after the robed acolyte had knocked at the door, Lucien wished not to make himself known, retreating instead beneath a desperately flickering strip light, a disgusting shade of artificial light that occasionally added a dash of shine to his dark, colourless hair. His face seemed half obscured by the limply hanging tendrils of black hair, a single eye staring out at the world with a silent contempt. He leant back, in no hurry to catch the acolyte's attention of his own accord, and enjoyed the fleeting obscurity when the steadily draining light flickered off.<br/><br/>He paid the other acolyte a brief glance, his one visible eye scrutinising her robed form. He quickly turned his gaze elsewhere, hoping their inquisitor might arrive before the others. At least that way he might have some information, instead of being forced to talk to the rest of them. He was not overly keen on... People.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>