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Lewin "Lightning" Light ⚙ Blue Exorcist
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[lightningruins]

Egin Yuri, a Tamer with an exemplary record working for the True Cross Japan branch teaching classes and writing textbooks until she disappears out of all the records in her mid-20s, about a year before the Blue Night.

According to the official report she was executed for heresy by Fujimoto at the same time as he exorcised the kids.

You ever end up in Assiah don't try and look up too much about her, you'll get guys from the Vatican knocking on your door.

[chichichi]

[ So that's her name.

Setsura files the information Lewin has provided her with in her head. Yuri Egin, hm? Executed for heresy by Fujimoto... she'd expect the official report to say no less, but then, things aren't always as clean cut as the paperwork says. She'd known that well before she met Rin, Yukio, and Lewin.

Still, it leaves questions he might not have the answers to. Rin and Yukio, too. Nothing the boys have ever said has suggested Fujimoto told them much if anything about their mother and she doubts Yukio would be especially keen about the subject. ]

You mean our door.

[lightningruins]

Nope. You poke around in that kinda thing, you're on your own.

[chichichi]

I'm not giving you a divorce.

[lightningruins]

I'll just take my vacation days while you deal with the Vatican.

[chichichi]

I don't want to deal with those stuffy old coots.

[ No one tell her they're probably hot. ]

[lightningruins]

They're not all stuffy old coots! Angel's got a side job as a model!

[chichichi]

A model?

[ Really? ]

[lightningruins]

Yeah! I got a couple copies of his Vogue Italia issue back home! [This? Hilarious. Reality is Lewin's favorite joke.]

[chichichi]

[ Please hold. Setsura is presently squinting, trying to discern whether or not Lewin is pulling her leg or not. ]

[lightningruins]

You've gotta be good looking to be an exorcist, that's the rule!

[chichichi]

At best you were a cute teenager.

[lightningruins]

Don't keep insulting your taste like that!

Seriously though, don't ask too many questions. I got a hard enough time investigating on my own without birds getting caught up in the net.

[chichichi]

[ The expression she makes at the word "net" is there and gone with some kind of exhale. She finally lets go of his shoulders, the shaking of his person completed. ]

You need to stay focused.

[ Whatever he's on or after in his line of work, it isn't small or danger free. She knows that and has a good idea of how that is. Experience and all that. The suggestion of her discretion goes unspoken. ]

[lightningruins]

I always do! [He needs to stay focused, he manages to do it, but if Setsura were in danger....

well, his weakness has always been the people he cares about.]

[chichichi]

Good.

[ And here she pauses, wondering for a brief moment. An exorcist named Angel who models professionally on the side isn't the most farfetched thing she's ever heard. It's humorous in the same way her bearing the surname "Light" is humorous.

But speaking of exorcists -- ]

Is there anyone you think will give me trouble if I'm reasonably well-behaved?

[lightningruins]

Oh, Angel for sure. The guy hates demons!

[chichichi]

[ This face. This face, Lewin.

Can you see the wheels turning in her head? ]

[lightningruins]

What, are you surprised?

[chichichi]

Not exactly.

[ She hasn't forgotten Rin and Lewin's words, after all, and she knows a great deal many variations of the trouble-giving-because-you're-a-hanyoukai type. Hm. ]

[lightningruins]

Don't worry, Angel's kind of a weirdo! [says the arch weirdo] Most exorcists don't give a shit if you're a halfbreed!

1/2

[chichichi]

[ ... ]

2/2

[chichichi]

You like him.

[lightningruins]

[A glance through his bangs, a flicker of sudden seriousness.]

Yeah. I do. [He grins, like he didn't just say something that earth-shattering.] So don't you start causing him any problems!

[chichichi]

[ She looks at him for what a select few who know her might deem a moment too long. They wouldn't be incorrect even if they were to measure it by her own standards, but then, that isn't the reality of the present situation, which has her recalling certain prior situations in which the words they've exchanged were uttered, the admission by the other party some degree of serious.

And here, it's different. It's different every time, but this time, that difference is amplified by the fact that the person saying such things is her Leaf. One moment too long turns to two, hours in an instant. ]

I don't apologize for being.

[ She states it plain, even, and there's a pause between her stating as much and her moving to climb out of his lap. ]