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The night sky was surely something special. It was pitch black and yet it was filled to bursting with hundreds upon thousands of tiny sparks. The stars shimmered with a silvery greeting, and they were greeting back with a near silent swish of wings meeting air. It was steady beat, serene and calm, blending with the silence of the night. A lone devil imp flew skyward, swiftly gaining altitude. She reached out her hand, long fingers reaching as if to trail through the liquid stars. She smiled a quiet smile, and then pinned her wings close to her bodies, arching back and soaring down. A spin, a flick and a much louder swish, and she soared over the sky bound island.

She sighed as she flew by the myriad of colorful foliage, as if disappointed by her monochrome disguise. Black to blend with the darkened skies, grey to blend with ashes left behind. She missed with painful reminisce her crimson coated locks. But, well, imps will do as they do, and there will be those that dislike them. Soon enough she would be able to drop her disguise and bounce around with eyes so green they gave the forests envy. She laughed softly to herself, and landed outside of a building built for the stars. She smirked, bemused. Well, at the very least it reached closer to the stars than the observatories down below.

She walked in, pinning her wings close to herself. She would've thrown some imp magic, call to the olds and turn herself into a puppet of sorts, hidden her impish nature. After all, the devil in devil imp wasn't just for show. But, well, this place was empty, silent as the skies she just danced through a mere seconds ago. Her eyes slowly roamed, finding herself surrounded by exhibits. A museum of sorts? In a house of the stars? Quaint. She walked slowly, letting her fingers trace over the glass. What pretty little trinkets they had. How compelling the age that whispered from the old velum pages, sketches of the skies pressed into them. Her attention was drawn to the stone tablets, and she bounced over to them, taking in the magics they used to call to the stars. Perhaps she could try it herself, pull a new spell into her arsenal.

But no, no, It would be a bad idea, for this was surely not imp magics and neither she nor her angelic counterparts had any business sticking their finger tips in the magics of the other Gaians. They just didn't work that way. Which is why they had hidden themselves for so long... She sighed. Until Gambino had called them out. It was such a deep loss. She stretched her wings and pulled them back in. "What a pretty little spell they played. Quite the pomp. Could've used some more sparks, if I can say anything to it. Ah sparks. So pretty, and shiny. Oh, golden sparks! Nothing more fine than a spark of gold. Especially if it turns out to be a gold piece. Maybe a spoon, or a coin, or a bracelet, or a tooth..."

Lunar was struck with a thought while she was gazing at the tablets. Star magic. That was one thing that neither species of imps had never done. Now that she thought about it, Lunar had never seen star magic before. Granted, there was probably someone in Gaia who would wield it. She may or may not meet them any time soon, but it would take an awful long time. Perhaps too long. She sighed, and stretched her wings. She didn't really care. Star magic was probably related to light magic. and Lunar didn't like light magic. Devil imps in general weren't fond of light magic. They had lived so long in the underground that they barely enjoyed sunlight. Lunar didn't want the stars to be ruined for her anyway. They were good companions at night.

Lunar stretched her arms and paused mid stretch. A sound. Someone else was in the building. She pulled the staff off her back, feeling better with a weapon in hand. She loved surprise attacks when she was the one attacking. But she loathed being surprised herself. If it didn't frighten her it made her want to repetitively whack them with her staff. She slowly turned around, starting to summon up a shadow spell. It was her favorite sort of magic. Well, aside from appearance magic, but that was more of a practical every day sort of favorite.

Lunar nearly dropped her staff when she realized who it was. What a surprise, it had been so long and she had nearly forgotten. With a laugh and a twist, Lunar popped her staff back into place, and ran over to the visitor, with small leaps that let her hover slightly in mid air. She paused in front of him and gigged. "Blast! It's been quite the while, then hasn't it? Somethin' nice meeting you up here, while I'm actually not doing anything illegal! I thought if we ever met again it'd be while I was setting something on fire.... or blowing something up. same difference."

Lunar grinned, ever so excited to meet an old friend again. It wasn't often that she met a friend of hers outside of a jail cell. That was a little worrisome, how so many of her good friends ended up in trouble with the guard. Then again, she was insane, they were questionably sane, and the fact that they couldn't go outside to tip a cow without garlic trying to eat them probably screwed them up mentally.

She paused, and noticed his confused expression. She giggled excitedly. "Oh, I know I look a little weird, I mean, with the black hair, and my eyes being all black and white, literally, but, well, the Barton Guard and I don't do well together. That's actually why I'm up here! They can't arrest me when I'm outside of their jurisdiction!" Lunar chimed. To be truthful, she could probably go to her bar, but there was a good chance that Leon would follow her to Durem and arrest her there.

Lunar was awfully tired of getting arrested. It was an annoyingly long process. First she had to go through the whole trial, then she was thrown into a cell, and then she had to blow up the cell. Lunar had other uses for her explosives you know. She sighed, folding her arms and shaking her head. She looked at Blast with a grin. "That reminds me. Why are you up here? I mean, well, there are plenty of reasons for you to be gallivanting about the Port but not many for you to come by this temple to the stars. So, what's up?"

Lunar followed his eyes to the sky, and grinned, leaning back to stare at the stars. They were so very pretty. She wondered if she could find some sort of fire magic to create the same shower of little lights that the sky boasted each night. Lunar frowned and slightly shook her head. It was unlikely. To have the effect that she wanted, Lunar would probably have to play with light magic. Or, well, maybe not. A grin split her face as she thought about illusionary magic. She could probably pull off a star shower with illusionary magic. And it would be less likely to seriously injure her.

Lunar glanced at Blast out of the corner of her eye. Something seemed slightly wrong. Slightly off. He seemed perfectly normal, physically and personality wise. But there was something that bugged her. Her impish intuition was tingling. Lunar sighed and pushed it away. It wasn't good to center on what may be wrong. If she let it go but watched without comment, then the problem would reveal itself. Lunar brushed her hair back a little, and then grinned.

"Monocle Mashing? Why would there be any monocles here? I think it'd be more likely to find some regular glasses here, and then we really shouldn't mash their glasses. Because if we did, chances are I'd probably have to run to avoid getting arrested again, and the only places left are either Isle de Gambino or the underground, and I still can't go to the island without crying, and the underground sucks a**, so I'd rather not to performing any illegal actions that are, well, in public." Lunar looked around, and then giggled, noticing the complete absence of other people. "Then again, there is a lack of tourists here at current, but that also leads to a lack of either monocles or glasses."

"Where am I headed?" Lunar was quite surprised by that question. She had absolutely no idea where she was headed. She really ought to have a better idea of what she was doing. Then again, she had left in a bit of a hurry. A change of clothes and a spell later and she was out of Durem, off Gaia, and into the sky. Her first response was to just get the hell out of there. And well, she was now out of there. The only question was what to do now. Lunar giggled, and rubbed the back of her head.

"Fair question. All I really came up here with is my weapons, the clothes on my back and my magics, so I suppose I should first get some supplies, a bag to put them in... Then I could find a place to stay. I mean, I have a box, but, it's an a** to unfold. From there... Eh. I guess then I'll find something to do. A job. I'll probably end up stealing stuff, now that I think about it." Lunar said, folding her wings close.

It wasn't uncommon for imps to steal stuff. It was actually how they got by before most of them started working for Gambino. Many imps only worked for Gambino part time, and spent the rest of their days either doing small work for the Dark Elves or other, more, questionable activities. It was rare that a devil imp start up a business, such as Lunar's bar. Most of them enjoyed their more illegal ways of gaining gold. Gravedigging was more popular than most Gaians knew.

Lunar was stunned still for a moment, and tilted her head, watching him spazz and wave his hands around while he spoke. She grinned softly. Someone had a wave of inspiration. It was always nice when the Muse gave someone such a gift. She listened to him, and then blinked when she finally got it. She had been so concentrating on his excited state that she hadn't actually been listening to it. Wait. Lassy... That was a little weird. Lunar brushed it off, and grinned brightly at Blast, taking his hand with a shake. "Of course I'm in! There's nothing better than watching the magic of a Casimir tree!" Lunar cheered.

She stretched her wings, and then grinned, letting go and motioning to the door. "Well then, shall we?" She said brightly. Lunar would enjoy working as crew for her old friend. Even though something was bugging her ever so softly. She would find out eventually. And spending a good amount of time riding on a ship would certainly lead her to an answer of some sort.