- L U C I O-
Prologue - "We Come Together"
"....suspect went missing around the Santa Teresa district...."
"...-ported bright flashes...valuables missing, no tracks."
"...-ellite has nothing. He's just gone."
"...him?"
"--can't be. Whatever, doesn't matter now. Wrap it up, file the report to Vishkar."
What does freedom really mean?
If you looked in the dictionary or something, it'd probably say "the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint", or something to that effect. That's a pretty smart way of answering the question, if the person asking it wanted you to sound smart, but those are just words. Words are like...harsh sounds, depending on who's speaking. You won't find any soul in a lecture, and you certainly wont find any rhythm in a speech being given to hundreds of clueless people.
Nah, nah, the true meaning of freedom can't be given by another person.
You gotta find it in yourself.
You gotta follow the beat that you want to follow.
You gotta be like Lucio.
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When the world regained color, Lucio took a few minutes to fully regain consciousness. The transition-- or whatever happened back there -- wasn't as pleasant for him as it was for everyone else. After a few for moments of precious sleep, his eyes fluttered, causing him to slowly rise into a sitting position.
"Aw, nah, mama, I'm not sleepin' in again..." he groaned, running a gloved hand through his brown locks and attempting to rub his eyes. When his hands collided with the gear he most definitely doesn't wear when he sleeps, Lucio realized there was something afoot.
"--Hey, wait, whaaat?"
Lucio fully awoke, forcing himself up on his skates and scanning the area around him, surrounded by all kinds of people in an unfamiliar area.
"W--where am I? Who...?"Lucio sputtered, honestly confused by this turn of events. He didn't seem distraught, but his face conveyed absolute confusion, and slight fear. It was a blur before now...but, really, where was he? Who were these people? Did he get kidnapped by Vishkar?
...And, if he did, did he leave anyone behind? How many? How...
The first step, freedom from confusion and fear.
Not for himself...but, for everyone.
"...Hey, is everyone here alright?" he spoke aloud, querying anyone who would listen.