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[To call this place a hellscape would be doing it a great disservice.
Lobelia promised to follow Vergilius to the ends of the earth and back, but upon seeing the City with his own eyes, he can understand how such an oppressive atmosphere would shape a person after a lifetime of dwelling here. He's never seen skies this dull or breathed air that scorched his lungs, this place the perfect antithesis to the skydom he hails from. He'll get used to it in time, surely, but even this arrangement is temporary.
We won't be here forever, Lobelia assures both himself and the Tower who, despite its "destruction," has returned to him in one piece. It eagerly reminds Lobelia that there is work left to be done in his own world, the terms of their pact yet to be fulfilled, but that can be sorted out later. He hadn't promised the Tower his unconditional cooperation like he has Vergilius, and so helping him sort out loose ends and fulfill his means takes precedence over the desires of the Evokers back home.
This place has him feeling a bit under the weather, but Lobelia is nevertheless pleasant and chatty as usual when they step onto the... bus. What the fuck is a bus. Lobelia has a great many questions to pester Vergilius with, but he conducts himself cordially and remains relatively quiet while feeling out the power structure of this group. They're certainly an odd lot, but Lobelia can imagine himself fitting in just fine.
Lobelia leaves Vergilius to do #justvergiliusthings and awaits him in his room. His deeply depressing room........ When Vergilius eventually wanders in to give Lobelia the lowdown on how life on the magic school bus is going to be, he'll find Lobelia raising his arms up into the air and heaving a melodramatic sigh.]
Terrible! C'est terrible! How can you live like this, Vergilius? No wonder you're depressed!
Lobelia promised to follow Vergilius to the ends of the earth and back, but upon seeing the City with his own eyes, he can understand how such an oppressive atmosphere would shape a person after a lifetime of dwelling here. He's never seen skies this dull or breathed air that scorched his lungs, this place the perfect antithesis to the skydom he hails from. He'll get used to it in time, surely, but even this arrangement is temporary.
We won't be here forever, Lobelia assures both himself and the Tower who, despite its "destruction," has returned to him in one piece. It eagerly reminds Lobelia that there is work left to be done in his own world, the terms of their pact yet to be fulfilled, but that can be sorted out later. He hadn't promised the Tower his unconditional cooperation like he has Vergilius, and so helping him sort out loose ends and fulfill his means takes precedence over the desires of the Evokers back home.
This place has him feeling a bit under the weather, but Lobelia is nevertheless pleasant and chatty as usual when they step onto the... bus. What the fuck is a bus. Lobelia has a great many questions to pester Vergilius with, but he conducts himself cordially and remains relatively quiet while feeling out the power structure of this group. They're certainly an odd lot, but Lobelia can imagine himself fitting in just fine.
Lobelia leaves Vergilius to do #justvergiliusthings and awaits him in his room. His deeply depressing room........ When Vergilius eventually wanders in to give Lobelia the lowdown on how life on the magic school bus is going to be, he'll find Lobelia raising his arms up into the air and heaving a melodramatic sigh.]
Terrible! C'est terrible! How can you live like this, Vergilius? No wonder you're depressed!