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[alethiological]

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Sakuya

[presages]

[But ok there is a bird. Not like, a literal bird, just a person with a bird tail and birdfeet apparently, and thick, opaque glasses -- but her fashion sense isn't that important.

Because even if you can't see her eyes exactly, it is clear she's more concerned with Sakuya's, ie - the length of her skirt. Jiii.]

Hey . . .

[zenithrewinder]

[Perhaps having a bird tail and birdfeet means people stare at you like you're a freak. In the case of this maid, she glances over at the word. Realizes it's directed at her. Spins on her to heel to face birdgirl directly.

Ice blue eyes have never been so piercing.]

Yes? Is there something you require of me?

[presages]

[... Oh, pretty. But chances are she can't regenerate them -- Sei was a special case, so it's probably bad form to ask the nice lady for her eyeballs. Really bad form. Yes. Sort of unfortunate, but Margaret would live.

So she just smiles, dopily.]

I was wondering . . .

Are you cold . . . ?

[zenithrewinder]

[Hilariously, she would be glad to help Margaret kill one of her relatives. They all have the same freaky eyes after all.

But the question goes unasked! So the dopey smile only earns a blank stare. And a simple, but civil]

No.

[presages]

Really . . . ?

Are you wearing a heater?

Will

[hairpine]

[IN OTHER NEWS an abomination walks into Will's office. That wasn't actually a joke or anything, there is very very little that actually feels human about this girl. But you as the bracket-reader already know that so I'll spare you. Blah blah dad fucked Slenderman blah breakfast with Nyarlathotep blah creepy red eyes.

But she's polite enough to knock before she opens the door.]

-- Pardon me, Sir?

[alethiological]

[Vacations with Lion mean the time it takes before Will goes on genocide kicks is significantly lengthened. This time is also grievously shortened whenever the programming gets uppity. Things like being a Fallen, being friends with the antichrist, and letting abominations walk into his office.

If she had spoken in any other manner, she would have been killed on the spot. As it is, Michi's movements are closely watched by two secretaries, who freeze in their filing as she walks in. Will does the same, but he has the dignity to speak. Creepy red eyes versus scary bright yellow, go.]

Who are you.

[hairpine]

My name is Elaine --

[An awkward pause, while she considers whether or not to use her actual name. The tension in the room is tangibly thick -- one wrong move and she's in for it. Even she can tell that much. She keeps her hands close to her body, lowers her shoulders to look a little smaller.]

... Oh, my apologies, that has become quite the habit! ... "Michi" is my name.

[alethiological]

What name you use doesn't matter.

[A glance is given to the two girls behind her, who meet it and then promptly pack up their files and head downstairs. Probably to find Michi's files. The black-haired one gives a little smile and wave as she passes.

But the tension might still be there, considering she's being stared down by the head inquisitor.] If Michi's the name you prefer, then I'll use that. Why are you here, Michi?

[hairpine]

... I prefer Elaine.

[Shuffling. She flashes a sheepish smile as the assistant walks past -- then tries to hold it. Awkward awkward so awkward. At least Kumagawa was talkative. She could distract herself with someone talkative but this was just -- uncomfortable.]

There is someone that I am looking to find!

Will

[leviathaned]

[You've been gone for a few weeks, and when you came back your nephew feels like he ate magic batteries or something.

That said, when he wanders in with chocolates for Ib and Garry and possibly to give your hookers apology-flowers for that whole scaring them with door breaking thing, Will probably knows. The good news is that he seems much calmer and at ease and generally together, but, uh. whoops.]

dammit nephew stop being a pain in the ass

[alethiological]

[He'll know Will's back simply because the hooker secretaries don't explode into sparkles and happy greetings, and instead stare at him in perfect composure. Will himself looks up from whatever paper he's going through this time to glare right at him.]

Do I need to assign you a babysitter?

it actually really wasn't his fault this time!

[leviathaned]

[Sei doesn't flinch at the glare, and instead glances over; he kind of expected this, and so he had time to just steel himself.]

Wouldn't have helped. This wasn't because of my bad life choices, this time.

uh huh, sure

[alethiological]

So you say.

[It carries that special tone of skepticism that only comes out when one has lived with a nonstop migraine for weeks on end, and then has to deal with stupid family members who constantly do stupid things to get in trouble, and always immediately answer with IT WASN'T ME, HONEST.

Sei should be honored. The only other person to earn this tone is Erika. ...Okay, it's the opposite of honor.] Just do what you came here for and get lost.

well, actually

[leviathaned]

..It was never their voices in my head I was hearing.

[It's a perfectly flat tone that speaks hideous volumes.

Even from France, they were so loud they made him rip out his eyeballs to stop hearing it. And the stronger his natural power gets the less he cares about them, but it also means he knows.]

That girl has worse family issues than I do. And is less subtle about it. [As a complete change of subject, about dat Erika. While we're at it, a slight shift in position means both Sei's hands are visible, ungloved and unmarked. Can you spot what's wrong with this picture?]

Featherine

[previdente]

[On the other side of town, a blindfolded girl is looking into a garden she shouldn't have been able to even find. Idk go nuts here.]

[anovelidea]

[Except there's a woman already in the garden. Watering the flowers and humming pleasantly. When did she get there? --Wait. No. She's always been there. What's wrong with you, why would you even think someone could appear from nowhere? That's silly. And that's incredibly rude to your host.

Your host? Yes, your host. Children these days have no manners.]

Well, it seems a rabbit got lost again. Hello child.

[previdente]

Ah..please excuse me. [She has an accent that marks her as Japanese, even though it's rather faint and she's clearly fluent, and she bows low and very politely.

There's a breeze starting to feed through the garden, cool and almost curious in nature, gently running over everything. When the girl straightens back up, she's looking right at Featherine, which is impressive for a blindfolded chick, ain't it.]

I didn't mean to intrude.

[anovelidea]

Do not worry. You are a guest here.

[This sounds completely understandable. You are a guest here! What's wrong with you? You must've had a bad day to keep thinking such silly things. If the wind can differentiate between feelings, Featherine is no longer a force of nature in a human form.

She's just a simple human in a weird dress, watering a garden in winter? - wait, that's normal too. And she's nice and an excellent host. This is common knowledge, come on.]

Come in, child. Take a seat where you please.

[previdente]

...[For a long moment, something in Riku's survival instincts is screaming 'FLY YOU FOOL' but she comes in not long after, barefoot and cautious, and quietly takes a seat. We will assume Featherine herself can read the brackets, and so will note that she's listening as much as she's seeing...and she's afforded a bit better vision than someone who wouldn't be blindfolded.]

You have a very lovely garden, m'lady.

hey sakuya, hey sakuya!!

[fleuri]

[So maybe sometimes Ib gets out without telling Garry. Maybe. Just maybe. But it's perfectly safe and if she runs into any creepy monsters she can totally run fast, okok

And maybe sometimes Ib spies people she knows while she's out.]

Sakuya?

awwwwww cutie Ib!

[zenithrewinder]

[She encounters a maid looking much more severe in expression than Ib knows her. Scratching off something in a notebook before the name is called. Turning around to stare at the source like it's something asking to be knife'd.

--Wait, no, it's Ib. Elegance failing, time to coo over the small child.] Ib? Why are you out alone?

she just likes saying hi okay...!!

[fleuri]

[She can only stare in confusion at first, frowning at Sakuya... until she turns around and sees her, of course! Then she smiles and quickly shakes her head.]

Hi, Sakuya. I'm okay, don't worry. I was just going out.

she's adorable but SHE'S NINE D:

[zenithrewinder]

[Ib gets a light smile in response, and Sakuya quickly closes her notebook and holds it in both hands on her lap. Kneeling to be at a better eye level for her.]

In this weather? You should stay inside when it's cold out. [A beat, considering it, then smiling a bit.] Does Garry know you are out? He seems prone to panic.

[Understatement.]

But if you have, how would you like to complete errands with me?

AND TOTALLY RESPONSIBLE.... but nine D:

[fleuri]

[Prone to panic. Yep, even Ib can tell she's right about that one...]

It's okay. I didn't tell him, but [She might look just the slightest bit guilty here. Maybe. A little.] I'm okay, he doesn't have to worry.

[A nod now.] If he knows I'm with you, he doesn't have to worry either.