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Sitting in front of the old house, an old one that was still standing due to hard work on the part of whoever it was that had built the place so long ago, was a man with long blond hair who was sitting on the porch at the moment. One eye closed, the other covered in a fan like decoration, the man seemed as though he were listening closely to something. This was a place that he stopped by when he could while traveling in this direction, to check in on the owner of the place. He was a rather stubborn sort, the sort that wouldn't abandon what was his no matter what. Weather hadn't chased him off, dangerous beasts that wandered the forests hadn't chased him off, and even death hadn't chased him off. Luciel had to admire that dogged determination to keep what was his and despite that the man had never turned for a regular spirit into a dangerous one. He wanted to keep the place safe but never had he seemed to try to chase others away either. It was something that he found to be quite a relief, having talked with him on so many occasions he really didn't want to have to return to find that the man had become a restless spirit or a poltergeist.

If anything he was quite welcoming, were someone to want to move in here they might almost be welcome. He'd asked Luciel to come stay on a few occasions, an invitation that he'd had to refuse since he wasn't the sort to settle down anywhere. He hadn't really stopped his pilgrimages from shrine to shrine for more then a few days since starting years ago. It was one of those things he assumed was nice, to have a home of your own, to settle down and enjoy it, but it wasn't for him as of yet, "This is a beautiful place though you should consider moving on." He told the man that he was sitting next to, something that always got him a scoffing sound as a reply. He knew that the man wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He hadn't had a wife, no children, it was this home, this land that mattered the most to him so what did he have waiting for him on the other side? It was what he'd told Luciel on many occasions. It was strange to deal with a spirit who was so well aware that he was dead but just had no reason to move on, wasn't even being held back by unfinished business. This was just where he wanted to be and that was that. Would be be so stubborn when he got old? It was a question he figured he would have no answer to until the day he reach that age, "Huh? What do you mean more company?" He asked, glancing over at the spirit before turning his two toned eye toward the path that led from the road to the house.

It took a moment before the cloaked visitor appeared where he could see the person, making him wonder how the old man knew, but then again he'd lived here forever of course he would be more aware when people were approaching his home. He found himself wondering idly who it was. Another of his kind, perhaps? He could see more then one of them wanting to come here to visit with this particular spirit. Or maybe it was someone that was coming to look at the house? Wanting to see about moving it? He was sure that would make the old man happy though what would this person think of living with a spirit? It would be... interesting, that was for sure. Especially for someone that couldn't see them which most people, save his own kind, didn't seem able to unless their magic leaned toward such a thing. His eye flicked over for a moment toward where his large fan sat and back again. No reason to start a fight with this unknown person but it was still good to have his weapon without arm's reach, just in case. He was sure whoever it was would make his or her intentions clear soon enough and he would know where he stood and what he needed to do. For now though Luciel waited and watched.

Luciel wanted to laugh when he was referred to as 'sir' as that was a new one on him, never having been given that title before. It kind of made him feel a little old. When she asked him what he was doing here a known 'ground of turbulence' which had him glancing toward the spirit he'd been chatting with questioningly and then back again. That was a new one on him. Of course when she said what was rumored to be around here he felt his heart skip a beat, his body going a little cold. Witch Eaters? Here? He hadn't seen any of those bastards about when he'd visited, a lucky thing given that he couldn't stand the very thought of them. The idea that they were skulking about this place was grating, dirtying up such a well loved property. It was something that he wouldn't put passed them, they seemed the sorts to want to ruin all the nicest things.

"I can't say that I heard about the fact that they were infesting the place. I am here on other, personal business." He said, keeping his tone steady though his eye had seemed to harden at the mention of the Witch Eaters. They always brought out the absolute worst in Luciel, to the point that he almost became someone else when he found himself face to face with one of them or the other lesser Majin. There were times he'd lashed out at them without even realizing it until it was too late and he'd already started a fight. It was a rather large part of why he stayed far from heavily populated areas, to keep himself from starting problems since there were many people out there that were more sympathetic toward their kind... something he couldn't be even if he wanted to anymore.

Pushing to his feet he brushing himself off with one hand, the other arm behind his back in the natural pose he took when he was around others of the living variety, always hiding the old wound on that arm, "I am not hunting them, per say, though I can say that I am no fan of them." He merely hoped that the woman would take him on his word, not wanting for even a moment to be suspected of aiding those creatures, "So, when you say those who are trained do you mean yourself?" He sounded almost curious, wondering who and what this woman might be if she were coming alone to a place like this. To think that these lands had been touched by the hands of Witch Eaters, if only he'd been told... then again the spirit might very well have welcomed any company, one did get lonely after years of being alone or so he'd been told on various occasions by various spirits. It was something he didn't quite understand personally but then again he was a bit socially inept.

When the woman before him commented on how this place would only be personal to the dead the normally serious Luciel couldn't help but to give a slight smile, "You are a sharp one, aren't you?" He said, amused that she'd hit it on the head but wondered if she actually knew that her guess was correct. Then again how often did other races commune with the dead? He really had no idea given how little time he spent with such people. He spent eons more time with the spirits then he did the living, something he was told by many he should remedy but he always replied that he was too old to start making new friends now.

"Time bombs?" That was an interesting way to describe them, wasn't it? Giving a little shift in place he said, "It seems to be the best way to describe them, yes. This coming from a man who was around when one decided to... explode." A time that still gave him nightmares despite it being years behind him now. Sitting forward he listened closely to what she was saying about who she was, why she was here. She trailed off for a moment, seeming to be working on some spell or another from the looks of her, before she mentioned how she wanted to get this done before the Cerberus Knights arrived and when she mentioned that they 'gathered fanfare' around then and almost instantly he was up on his feet, "Perhaps I should aid you then, I would rather not see these lands stomped across by the Cerberus Knights and their fans if I can help it." Not to mention that if this place really was infested with the Witch Eaters and their ilk that he wanted to clear them out so the lands would be pure again for the day someone else finally moved in.

When asked if the place had a cellar or workshop he gave a thoughtful sound and was one more glancing off to his side with his good eye, nodded, then looked back over to her, "A root cellar, the previous owner used it for storing various food and his liquor stash." He explained to her, "It is out behind the house if you would like me to lead you there?" While he'd be leading her he would be led by the spirit, normally when he came they conversed on the porch. He couldn't say he'd done a lot of exploring of the lands on his own.

As she said straight out that she was Blackheart, something one could only suspect before hand, he couldn't help but to instantly like her that much more. He knew that it was a petty sort of thing but any one that was an enemy to the Witch Eaters as the Blackheart seemed to be was someone that Luciel respected, "I am glad to be of assistance to you." He said, giving her the best smile that he could summon up. He wasn't really all too used to spending to much time conversing with or helping the living but in this case he would be more then happy to be of help to her. It was a two fold thing as well given her mention of others that would want to come here, the sooner they got this Witch Eater mess resolved the better... though a small part of him hoped that they wouldn't actually find them here. He was never himself when they were around, seeming to turn into something darker, far less merciful, and ended up far to eager to get into tussles with them.

After scooping up his fan in his good hand, the other arm behind his back as always, he turned to look toward the spirit he gave a little nod and they were soon on their way around the old place. As they reached the back, which was looking to be even more overgrown then the front, Luciel found himself looking it over and from he could see that there were areas where there was a path worn down through the tall weeds. So there were others venturing around this place uninvited, not something that Luciel cared for in the least bit since this woman said it was Witch Eaters, "This is where the root cellar is." He told her, motioning to the crude little doorway that likely opened up to a set of stairs leading down to where the man had kept various things while he was still alive, now though one could only guess what might be down there. If they were lucky it would be nothing, fighting in such a small, confined space wouldn't really work at all. If anything both sides would be hindered and it would end up messy...

"Hm... I can't say I know a lot about the place, for the most part when I visit it's to sit on the front porch for a bit of down time and some good conversation." He explained, "As for activity or being watched... it's strange, I can't say that I noticed anything but then again if they were staking me out I am sure avoiding me was a smarter thing to do then coming up to try to chase me off." It would just look suspicious after all if they were to try to chase people off that got close... though he supposed that if they were to get too close that would be something else entirely. Shifting in place he turned to look at the woman with his good eye, "I feel foolish for having missed such a thing. I hope I am able to make up for my lack of attention to such an important detail." He'd been far to caught up in his conversations with the homeowner to even consider that someone else might be around, it was sloppy on his part and something he would most certainly need to work on later.

When the topic of conversation moved to him and his skills with magic he gave a slow nod of his head, "I am well versed in the healing arts, as well as some various wind magic." He said, after he'd been seriously injured in the past, when he would have done anything to have had some sort of healing powers or someone with those powers to show up to help him, he'd been rather eager about learning them himself so that he could aid others if the need arose, "I am also fairly decent at using this to club people." He said, holding up his fan for a moment. He'd used it on quite a few occasions in the past when dealing with those that decided to hassle him, not only was it a good conduit for his magic but it was also quite heavy and proved to be a good impromptu club, "Though I am sure you are far more well versed in the art of battle then a simple monk would be." He added, not wanting to seem as if he were anything special. Better to appear as being fairly normal instead of waving his arms in the air and announcing to the world and what he was.

As the Blackheart woman so easily kicked in the door he couldn't help but to give a bit of a smile, seeming to be impressed. Sure, the door was old, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the way that it had fallen before her mighty kick. Had he two hands he might have given a little applaud. When she turned to look at him, asking about who the conversation was with, he answered, "You might not believe me even if I told you." He said, giving a half shrug before he followed her down into the cellar. It was quiet down here, not a place that had been long since abandoned, dusty and a lot cooler then up the stairs and outside.

At the mention that she wouldn't have pegged him as a monk he gave a little nod, "Few people guess monk when they look at me." He said, having been told by one woman that he acted more like a soldier then a monk, something that he hoped not to appear as due to complications that may occur from that. Better to appear as a simple monk, that would cause him less hassle since few people saw reasons to pick fights with monks which made his life easier. Random battles were, at least in his eyes, more of a hindrance then anything else... and yet here he was going along with this woman to seek out trouble he might normal avoid. He blamed it all on the fact that she was hunting down something that Luciel very much despised, it made it harder to think clearly about things like avoidance.

Turning curious to look at the racks that were against one of the walls and contained old bottles, the labels faded, almost but not quite legible, Luciel drifted closer. Leaning in closer to look one over, wondering if they were still good or if they had turned to vinegar. Drinking wasn't exactly his thing but he found himself half tempted to question the owner of the place at a later time about the wine, if he could bring one back home to his guardian he was sure the man would appreciate it... well, provided it was still something one could drink, "Perhaps I will take a bottle on a later date, for now we have far more important things to do then wine shopping." He murmured. Better to focus on the dangers at hand then let his mind drift to thinks like getting a gift for his guardian. Especially given that what they were dealing with were Witch Eaters, a group of people that couldn't be trusted... who knew what they were doing on this land, what horrible things they were planning, and who they were going to hurt or had already hurt. Luciel wouldn't be able to relax until those people and their plots had been dealt with accordingly.