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In a sense, it's surprising that this sort of thing doesn't happen more often. Isn't that so?

The whole place being infested, I mean, with some kind of nightmare creature untouchable by normal means and whatnot. Think about it. All these dozens of people here, some of them have dreadful powers, I'm surprised more of them aren't... bursting the seams.

Too bad we can't turn these monsters against our enemies as easily as they got turned on us, eh?

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[She thinks she shan't debase herself to speak with him just yet (she has words, you see, when it comes to mention of burst seams, and if it's just the same then Lenalee would prefer to keep them behind her teeth), but is sure he must realise he's being paid attention. Tyki Mikk puts on shows and puts on airs; he'll know his voice on the radiowaves alone will be cause enough for at least one Exorcist to press their ear to the metaphorical wall.

They are always suspicious. It's where he has the advantage.]

[He's expecting it, which is why there's no more Mr. Nice Hobo Mikk. He knows of at least five Exorcists in residence now, one of them a General, and he just drew out one more; he can't afford to not be acting... dark. One tetchy Exorcist on the network could completely blow his cover.

And he wouldn't want that. It would upset his careful balance.

But like this, he actually will feel free to speak. So come play, Lenalee.]

[She feels surrounded by the sharp and morally ambiguous. General Cross is not an exception. For the first time, she fusses through settings until she can lock a feed, wisping it away from public eye before it has even begun.]

Whatever grisly things you might be thinking, stop. [ before you accidentally-on-purpose sow an idea in your-- ilk ]

Well, well.

Look who it is.

[He doesn't exactly sound miffed.]

[ she makes up for it completely ]

Stop, I said.

What are you going to do about it?

[ sees what he's trying to make her do- doesn't rise to it (tries not to rise to it) ]

I'm not your keeper, I won't mother you.

[ far be it from her to mother you ]

Then why waste your breath, little girl?

[ a surprising sting, that name-calling ]

Call it an appeal to whatever sense you have left.

[Oh he'd smile, Lenalee.]

I'm just having some fun. Do you know what that means, missy?

I'm sure we have two very different ideas.

[ curtly ]

What if we didn't? We could do something.

[He benefits, now, from egging on a girl with no mind for the implied. Her mind is on how he's tortured, manipulated, worn a smile whilst doing so, much as she'd be unsurprised to find him smiling now.]

We won't.

Does it make your life painful, being so cheerless and dour? It must! Consider, the House of Noah is full of people more cheerful than any Exorcist I have ever met.

Though it might very well have been the circumstances...

[There comes an immense urge to be violent to something— she hates his facetious attitude and hates the drawl with which he speaks, how he makes everything sound- like a joke. Knuckles creak where they tighten upon her knee.]

Do you think so?

[ perhaps it's that she has little cause to project cheer towards her enemies, the killers of her comrades ]

It is.

I'm not bothering you, am I? [He knows he is. Gonna do something about it, Lenalee?]

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[ just needle at him, passive-aggressive, for only a moment more ]

Well, you can hardly help that.

[It doesn't bother him. In fact, it delights him.]

And yet here you are, having a private conversation with me.

Bold, girly.

[ shortly, with the upward jut of her chin going unseen: ] I have a name, you realise.

Do tell.

[ curt: ] Lenalee.

What a pretty name.

[ hangs up :) ]

[Well now he's gonna follow her, that's just how it works. B)]

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not here... for /now/

OwO

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