musings
disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok online, or any of the jobclasses and other stuff. Bummer. I DID make up the rules to "Toss the poring" and "Rockers", though. Also, I own the character Count Lucifer Donovia, although credit for "Lule" goes to Alchemygeek of .
Count Lucifer Donovia grinned into his glass. The glass wasn't half full, nor was it half empty. It was simply twice as large as it had to be. This is how the thought process of the great count works. In a situation where people are busy trying to figure out in a crime scene investigation who the bloody knife belonged to, Lucifer is the sort of person who will point to the shadowy corner of the room and say,"Why don't you just ask that guy crouching there with the terrified expression on his face and bloodstains on his shirt?" Lucifer is beyond logic. He simply is. A hazy minute later, he realized that he had referred to himself as the 'great count'. He scowled. He didn't think he was that drunk, yet. It seemed that his tolerance to alcohol was capable of reducing, if he didn't get enough practice.
He realized that a pretty young woman had been staring at him from an adjacent table for a while, now. He glanced in her direction, and spotted the familiar ogle that drunk or dull-witted women reserved for him. He usually found this funny- and would take full advantage of it, but somehow, he wasn't in the mood for it today. He half heartedly flashed a perfect pearly grin at her, and saw the ogle reach a critical angle. He sighed and looked back into the golden, foamy depths of his glass again, and grinned at the thought of what his mum would say if she could see him now.
Count Lucifer Donovia was a charming young lad, who was destined to take over the Donovia estate and head the various businesses that the Donovia family owned, and then get married and look pretty and spend the afternoons 'polishing' his intellect like all other males in his family before him in the large in-house library of the estate. He would probably have then moved on to dignified games, such as cricket or chess or something of the sort. He would never get to play toss-the-poring or rockers with his friends. This was mainly because of his acute lack of friends.
It wasn't that Lucifer wasn't amiable. He was - and still is - good looking, and good at heart. The only problem is the fact that he got used to people listening to what he said and getting what he wanted without really working for it for fifteen long years. It had come as a bit of a shock when realization that the world contained untamed green banged vixens that were capable of giving him a good ear bashing in what he thought to be incredibly inventive slang when he ordered the said vixen to pick up his cricket ball and deliver it back to him, right this instant. That was how he first met Lule. He remembered vaguely thinking that she must be sacked immediately for her insolence, but the thought soon left him when he got to talk with her a bit. She found his mannerisms odd, and he couldn't see what she had against proper grammar. Nevertheless, they got along well.
Luc sipped from his glass and wrinkled his nose as the liquid burnt down his throat. It was Lule, a year later, who had helped him get out...
He dropped a few coins on the table and unsteadily got to his feet. The lady from the table got up and came over, to his amusement and surprise. They sometimes did, if he ignored them pointedly for long enough. He knew what was coming next.
"Hi" She breathed. He saw that she was fashionably dressed, in the sort of way that took five hours each morning and involved lots of cover-ups. "You need a hand?"
Lucifer peered at her through his silver locks. He is the rare sort of guy that only takes advantage of situations like these when he is sober enough to think of the idea. When drunk, however, he ends up a hopeless romantic that has his heart set on only one person, and sees nothing else, even if you chuck it right in his face.
"I'm alright, thanks" He mumbled, and trudged out the door into the cool night air.
author's notes: If you liked my fanfic, please be sure to review it :) You will most definitely see these characters again, along with their friends. The awesome peoples of Oh! Porings are working on a collaborative fanfiction, and this is part of it. Well, sort of- I'm not sure if we'll be using this particular write up.
Oh, and, if you ever want to stop by on the Oh! Porings forum, you'll be more than welcome!