“Ah, I smell a fresh catch on the wind outside. I’ll bet Lucus is approaching! He contributes more than most for someone who doesn’t even stay here. Suits me just fine!” -Monsieur Guenier

Lucus (sometimes) resides on the Third Floor, Room: C3.

The Vignettes

The gentle surf of the Seine rocks Lucus as he sits on his boat. He runs his fingers through his beard as his eyes carefully glide over the pages of a book, he had picked up in the market the other day. Its pages are worn and wrinkled. He bites into his pipe as he follows over some of the words again and again until he can pronounce them in his mind. The title of the book reads. “The Leviathan and the Lamb.”

One late evening a mysterious fog rolls over the Seine, and throughout Paris, creating whispers of terrible omens for the suspicious. Shortly after this event Captain Lucas Roux entered the lobby of the apartment with his fisherman’s coat, and glowing lantern in hand that swayed freely in his grasp. His opposite hand held a bounty of several large fish in a net.

"Strangest fog over the Seine, I hope nobody minds if I stay for a while?"

"Only if fish stew is on the menu!" Roger Brouillet sarcastically chimed in while dealing another hand of cards with his fellow tenants. "Surely better than breathing at this rate." He sarcastically remarked at the odor that was just introduced into the lobby.

Lucas made his way over with a joyous tune in his throat blurting out. "Splendid!" Suddenly Roger and his companions were greeted with a bundle of fish slamming on top of the table scattering cards and chips alike.

"Dammit Roger do you always encourage trouble all the time?!" Philippe Navarre shouted in anger, which caused Roger to grin at his competitive friend, a wry smile also formed over the other players lips, Louis Bouthillette who knew Philippe even better than Roger. Philippe was set to win big, but they dared not say a word while Lucas interjected himself to Roger.

"Perhaps you would be willing to give Gavin a hand in the back?" Lucus produced a filleting knife, which was marred with often use. "Hm..?" With a smile he gave Roger a faint sound of encouragement while gesturing his head towards Gavins's kitchen.

Roger reluctantly took the knife and hauled the large bounty of fish to the kitchen, he gave an uncomfortable glance back to Lucas, watching him sit easily in his chair.

"Gentlemen..." Lucas greeted them setting down his on top of the table. "I don't suppose you're familiar with a game called the Ladies of the Seven Coasts?" Philippe and Louis shook their heads quietly to Lucas, who raised his brows in a submissive fashion. "Oh..."

Picking up Rogers discarded hand he observed for a moment.

"Oh, what a lousy hand..." Lucas quipped, followed by the sound of Philippe slamming his arm down on the table.

"I knew it!"

Louis chuckled under his breath while Lucas issued Philippe a look of surprise.

...And in the turbulence of the Seas

There a mighty beast resides

Dwarfing islands in its wake

The cause of waves with its many fins

Brings bounty to every land kin

With it's marvelous roar over the world

The heavens gates let loose the mighty flood

The wise will survive its tempest and respect with care

The nature of the mighty Leviathan of the Seven seas...

Lucas Roux rested back in his rocking boat, taking comfort in the waves that ever so slightly rolled him about. Covering up with his blanket, he embraced the comforts in his bed, resting his favorite book by his oil lamp, and blew out the light, and resided to his dreams.