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Rin Okumura ⬤ Ao no Exorcist
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[chichichi]

[ She drops her cheek into her palm with that, deep violet eyes bright. If he was expecting nervous apprehension or anything like that, he won't find it. No, there's a warm interest over anything cold, calculating. She may have forgotten what she's looking for, too, or perhaps she's decided to put that on hold for the moment. ]

I figured you were half something, I just can't put my finger on your parentage. Your traits are strong like mine, so some kind of youkai was my first guess.

[ Between the feathers that grow from her head, her vertical pupils, the claws that grow entirely too quickly if she doesn't take care in keeping her nails neatly manicured, and her feet -- just a little bigger than the rest of her, not unlike those of the bird perching on her shoulder, hers are strong, especially if one happens to know what they're looking for. They don't scream so loudly here on Prismatica, but back home, it's not hard for the attentive to guess.

Still, an exorcist in training, and one with a familiar... she's not entirely sure how she feels about that last thing, but the way he said it, the name he attributed, puts her at ease. Her curiosity's stirred up real finely now and... well, she may be a little excited. She's been largely bored with the company of recipe gifting spirits these past several months with the exception of the city being flooded with the damned and hungry malevolence during Ainfeil's feast, after all. ]

What's your affiliation?

[ School means organization. It isn't the Hand, it couldn't be, but she wonders if she might recognize the name. ]

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[Had they met in person, Rin would have had the sense that she wasn't human. His perception was less visual and more physical.

Still, he can see it. He just also doesn't like assuming.]

Yokai, demon. Same shit, really.

[As for his affiliation...
Is he even affiliated anymore?]

Knights of the True Cross.

[chichichi]

[ Knights of the True Cross, hm? She's speeding through the names of various organizations, guilds, and various orders off the top of her head. There's a chance it won't be there, she knows. Different Earths with the same countries, similar concepts -- she hasn't forgotten, but commonalities are as interesting as the differences and maybe, just maybe she wouldn't mind coming into company from the same. Maybe.

She's not exactly hopeful, though. 'Be careful what you wish for' is a popular saying for many a reason and there are plenty of faces she could do without seeing here. ]

Hmm. It's not ringing any bells off the top of my head. I don't guess you're familiar with the Fellowship of the Hand?

[ She'll give in due time. Everything about her posture says 'open' should he feel like asking anything directly. ]

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[In this case Rin can only really offer company over not being fully human.

He shakes his head, tail flicking into view behind him.]

Nope.

[chichichi]

We're probably from different worlds, then.

[ Certain over that detail? She is, but it isn't a complete loss. She doesn't sound terribly disappointed either and if she did, well... seeing that tail alleviates that a little. She wonders, though. A half demon studying to become an exorcist... she wonders a lot, to the point picking a place to start is a little tricky. ]

So, what sort of organization is the Knights of the True Cross? There aren't many where I come from that would permit that kind of thing.

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[Tail is good for that. Being half does make things tricky, but he's not the only one of mixed blood at the academy.

Hell, it's run by a demon.]

Just exorcists, really. They run the academy attached to the cram school, too. Trainin' usually starts at fifteen or sixteen.

[chichichi]

[ Double the age of some fledgling Hands, then. The youngest initiates start around eight at the absolute earliest. She hums, thoughtful. Just exorcists running an academy attached to a cram school teaching a half demon, hm? ]

I see. Well, I'll be experiencing first-hand that cooking skill of yours soon enough. How good is "pretty good" with a sword? And tell me about your familiar, too! Kuro's a cute name.

[ And she's glad there's a name, an identity attached there. She really, really is. ]

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Yeah you will.

[Rin grins, flashing a fang with it.]

Eeh... like a year-ish of actual trainin', a year just doin' whatever I could in that other place.

[Sorry, that's probably not very helpful.]

He was actually my dad's familiar before he died. He was a guardian for silk weavers for like a hundred somethin' years but when the place got torn down he got picked up by my dad. He likes to sit on my head.

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[chichichi]

[ There's a good look on him, some spirit. Not too helpful a description regarding his swordsmanship, but some things are better experienced in gauging, she thinks. Pauses a second. Is she considering that? She taps her pointer and middle against her temple, not quite shifting her cheek in her palm as she continues listening.

His dad's familiar, hm? Ah -- ]

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[chichichi]

A guardian for silk weavers...?

[ What would that be? Something that can sit on his head, that doesn't sound like a dog. It doesn't sound like a dog at all. There's plenty of things that might sit on someone's head. Even tiny tree spirits can, but she doesn't imagine they'd be that sort of guardian. That Kuro was his dad's, that's something that sees her pause, but she can't quite help but ask. ]

What kind of familiar is that?

[satanslash]

Cait sidh. Erm. Nekomata? ... cat. He's a cat.

[He would keep the silkworms safe from other creatures.]

[chichichi]

[ If it looks like some of the color is draining out of her face, that's because it is. A cat? Of course it's a cat. It had to be a cat. Why's it always cats? They're so -- so -- she can't quite finish the thought. The hair at the back of her neck is literally standing on end. Did she just swallow? Quietly. ]

Ah.

[ Yes, "ah". Very eloquent, Setsura. Very dignified, a real confident response. ]

And he likes to sit on your head. [ That's... ]

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Eehh? Wass'at? Somethin' wrong with cats?

[He noticed.

He's a dumb boy, but she basically broadcast that reaction loud and clear to him.

He's grinning at her toothily, his fangs not too dissimilar from a feline's, and his fluffy tail also close to one.]

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[chichichi]

[ What is that?? ]

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[chichichi]

[ Oh hell no.

It takes a good measure of self-control not to jerk the phone back as far from her face as possible as though he might come through the screen and pounce on her. No, she keeps it together, slow her heart rate because the way he's looking at her is -- it's making her nervous. It makes her want force the wings she can't and immediately take to a tree and that look suggests he knows it.

He's not, right? He can't be. ]

You mean besides the fact that the majority of them are arrogant little furballs who think they can do whatever they please like some kind of insufferably fuzzy loose cannon?

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[Rin tries, tries to keep it together, but within seconds he's snorting followed by absolute cackling.

He's not sure why it's so damn funny to him but it is and he damn near falls over with how hard he's laughing.]

[chichichi]

[ She watches him for a moment, then quietly folds her arms under her chest, the image shifting a bit for the turn of the camera before she focuses it on herself again. Pull it together? She's pulled it together with that laughter of his, head tilted up and eyes away because there's nothing funny about this... or that clinging nervousness she's shoved down, down, down, her wondering.

He's not a cat, right? He's messing with her. More importantly -- ]

Are you done?

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[There is so much funny about this. Her idea of cats is so skewed...

But he's not actually a cat, no. Whatever traits he does have are only loosely related to any real world animals.

He catches his breath, brushing a tear from his eye.]

Y-yeah... I'm done...

[chichichi]

Are you sure, Okumura-kun?

[ She leans slightly forward. ]

There's nothing you maybe want to tell me?

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[He snickers a few more seconds before shaking his head.]

I'm not a cat, if that's what you mean. I can't shapeshift like Mephisto either, so you're safe. And Kuro ain't here. Don't expect him to show up.

[Though boy, would he love all the attention he could possibly get.]

[chichichi]

Who said anything about me being in danger? You're a thousand years too early for something like that, you know.

[ Even if he was a cat, she's survived seventy-three, almost seventy- four years against the feline menace and thrived in the face of all manner of beings, not that she goes around broadcasting that for all that it might be inferred from the blade she keep at her side. That name gives her pause, though. ]

Mephisto? [ More importantly -- ] That's how people wind up showing up, you know. Speak of the devil and he appears. You trying to curse me?

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Am I? You're the one who wanted to bolt at the mention of cats. I think I'm right on time!

[She may have survived but that didn't make her reactions any less obvious.]

Uuugh. Don't say it like that.

[Speaking of obvious reactions - Rin is suddering visibly.]

Mephisto showin' up would be way more of a curse on me.

[chichichi]

I was talking about Kuro-chan.

[ But that reaction is about as obvious as hers was as unintentional as that was. She needs to be more careful about that. Carelessness is its own kind of demon. ]

You're the one who likes like he wants to bolt right now. So, who's this Mephisto person?

[satanslash]

Yeah, yeah...

[About that...]

He's uh. He's a lotta things. Demon King of Time, Headmaster of True Cross Academy... basically my guardian, though I doubt he takes that seriously at all.

[A beat, then, with some vitrol-]

A fuckin' clown who makes my life more difficult than it needs to be.

[chichichi]

[ Setsura blinks. Did he just say...? Of course he did. If she trusts nothing else in this world or any other, she trusts her hearing. Still, it sounds strange, very unusual to her. If her cheek wasn't already in her palm, it would be now. In Okumura's world, a demon king of Time -- yes, "a" because she doubts demons from any realm would absolutely settle on a single entity among them as being the sole holder of such a prestigious title -- and is Time his dominion? it sounds like an official title, but that name with it doesn't sound right -- heads an institution of learning for exorcists and is the guardian of a half-demon training to become an exorcist. That's --

No, that's strange, unusual if she compares it to things in her own world. Crosses are usually associated with certain faiths that are typically staunchly against demonic anything and zealous about it. But given what Rin's told her, what he had to state when they first met, then he came to be under this Mephisto's guardianship after... something difficult. She doesn't want to assume too much, but the way he's talking about that person, there's clearly issues, not that she would expect being under the guardianship of a person like that to be any sort of easy thing.

Why, even? She's missing things, she knows it, and it stirs up her curiosity finely, but not so finely as to forget Okumura's tone, the way he's speaking about all this. ]

It sounds like he likes to play around a lot.

[ Has she missed that he means a literal clown? Possibly. ]