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[alethiological]

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EXPECT DELAYS BECAUSE I LIVE WITH ASSHOLES]

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[hairpine]

-- He lives in this area, I believe! Mr Sei?

[She basically vomits the words out. Look look she stated her purpose she's perfectly harmless stop looking at her like that -]

... If I am required to go through your paperwork regardless, then I shall, of course!

[alethiological]

[At the very least, that means the blank stare she gets is a very different one. That begins and ends with 'wow, this situation just became really stupid'. One moment, taking off his glasses and facepalming.]

Next time, please state if you're a friend of the family. I thought you were here for business.

[But she's not, and she's a friend of Sei, which means no murdering, which means that scary-as-hell feeling in the air disappears like nothing as he turns away to flip through papers.] I'm the one who pays for his apartment. I have the address around here.

[Somewhere.]

[hairpine]

[PRAISE THE LORD

the one she. Doesn't believe in. Yes. Siiiighs, deep and relieved.]

-- "The family," Sir? Could you be his brother, perhaps?

[alethiological]

[It's okay, God's a douche. And Michi doesn't earn a glance.] No. He's too young for that. ...Stupid, too.

[That immediately makes one wonder how old he really is. He doesn't answer that. Just continues shuffling through reports.]

[hairpine]

[Ok well he looks too young to be his dad -- but saying that implies he's older than he looks so -- um

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

... His father? Cousin, uncle, grandfather, legal guardian?

[alethiological]

[The long moment here actually thinking about what the answer would be is far more amusing than the age endeavor.]

...Let's go with choices three and five.

[hairpine]

[Well then that raises two more questions.]

Is he not an adult, for someone to have legal guardianship over him, Sir?

[alethiological]

I never said by which laws. But let's go with the easy answer. I still own his house. That means, legally, I own his longevity.

[If she has the eyes for it, the file he takes out and flips through belongs to Sei and has way too many pages to be about anything except his questionable antics. He turns a page to her after with the lease information.]

Write down the address. If anyone asks why you're there or tries to throw you out for your... condition. Say you're a church affiliate. They won't bother you again.

[hairpine]

... But that isn't true!

[But she writes the address down anyway.]</small.

[alethiological]

Which part? And give supporting evidence with your theories.

[He waits until she finishes then snaps the file shut.]

[hairpine]

I'm not a member of the church. I have never been to a church!

[alethiological]

'Church affiliate', to the people who would raise issues with you, means you're affiliated with me. It's a code word to make my spies keep out of your business.

Furthermore, never being a member of a church would not deny the statement of you being a church affiliate. Simply being one not seeking the outright demise of the Christians makes one an ally.

Any other theories?

[hairpine]

... Erm...

[She is luckily smart enough to realize it's probably not the best idea to point out she's trying to cause the apocalypse.]

Is Mr Sei well? He was badly injured when last I saw him.

[alethiological]

You're not here for business. So neither will I.

[That statement is a complete non sequitur, unless she applies it against her thoughts, in which case she can wince. He knows.]

And I have not seen Sei since my return. I've been in France for the past month. How did he maim himself this time?

[This time. And it's the tone of an irritated parent rather than an uncle or a guardian. Weird.]

[hairpine]

What -

[What. Well, this doesn't bode well, the last time she met someone who implied they knew what she was thinking --

... She made a friend. But only after he broke her neck. So?

... ??????????????????????]

He... erm.

It broke. Yes! I suppose that is the proper way to phrase his condition?

[alethiological]

How did he break, miss. Mentally, spiritually, mentally, moped for three days, clawed at his throat until he ripped it open and choked to death on his own blood, threw himself off a roof, into an ocean, started writing his soul into poetry, what. I need to know whether it's worth my interference.

[At the very least, she made a possible-friend-thing????? that's not insane. Just capable of doing insane things while being entirely sane.

Worse or better, who knows.]

[hairpine]

It broke, Sir.

I dabble in the occult only on occasion, but it seems -- seemed -- to be some sort of seal on his power, as relates to his heritage and identity? Put in place by that Black Man, if you have some familiarity with him.

I am uncertain which category such an event falls under, but he did seem to be quite insane! It is, perhaps, a mental break as a result of a spiritual break?

[alethiological]

So his bindings broke and he doesn't know how to set his own.

[This is the face that means Sei is... what's the word. Hm.

Oh! Right!]

What an idiot.

[hairpine]

Yes! I believe that to be the case.

He is quite rude, as well!

[alethiological]

I'm rude too, so it's a family thing. [Shrug.]

But he'll be fine. He'll figure out what he's doing.

[...]

Probably.

[hairpine]

He threatened to strangle me! You, at least, have yet to vocalize your desire to kill me -- that simple fact makes you far more gentlemanly, Sir!

[alethiological]

I wouldn't strangle you.

[Aww, how gentlemanly--]

If I had to kill you, it would be slow and torturous and I would destroy your very soul. So do me a favor and don't do anything that would make me have to do my job.

[...Okay, maybe he is ruder.]

[hairpine]

...

[ummm]

What is your real job, Sir?

[alethiological]

Order of the Christian Faith, Head Inquisitor of Heresy, Willard H. Wright.

[If she or her father has looked at a newspaper anywhere around the end of last year, or were alive as of last year, that name means "person who genocided all but two members of Dagon's order and then killed two gods because Abominations".

Significantly less insane in person, significantly less mannered, still scary. 1/3 isn't bad, really.]

I understand you're a friend of Sei's. So I never saw a thing as long as you don't do anything noticeable. Got it?

[Giving get out of jail free cards to abominations. Now 0.5/3, oh well.]

[hairpine]

... Oh. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Wright --

[Wait he said the f word!!!]

... Are he and I friends? Did he say that?