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[cardio_swindle]

[It's a Tyki. In that outfit. You know the one. White, form fitting, revealing. Black leather pants. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by his own appearance at least, long hair neatly tied back, posture relaxed

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[nec_metu]

[... Tyki would be the first person she sees here. And wearing that ridiculous outfit no less. But Noah or not, Lenalee finds herself quite distracted by the decorum, staring at what looks awfully like a stuffed unicorn head. Just what exactly is this place?]

[Pushing the thought aside, Lenalee forces herself to pay closer attention to Tyki again. Strange as the creatures are, it would be wise to focus on the other living being in the room.]

Is that really so interesting?

[The poker chip looks quite ordinary to her, especially given their surroundings.]

[cardio_swindle]

[Tyki doesn't even look up. Rather a relaxed attitude for dealing with an Exorcist. But it is this place, they all come and go so much it's a bit tiring to keep track, or even remember one from the next unless they make a deep impression.]

[He twirls the poker chip on the tip of his finger, moves his hand so it starts to fall, than snatches it from the air.]

Why yes. It's actually the key to a locked tower where sleeps a beautiful princess.

Handy to keep these sorts of things around.

[nec_metu]

[While the dismissive attitude does make Lenalee narrow her eyes, it doesn't exactly surprise her. She has almost gotten used to the idea of talking with Noah without cause for battle, after so long spent in another world where any reasons to fight had often ceased to exist.]

[A brawl here would more than likely accomplish nothing, and Lenalee isn't eager to pick one without even knowing where she is. For the moment, she really has nothing better to do than humor him.]

I suppose a prince will come dashing in to snatch it from you at any moment.

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[The poker chip gets placed on the ground and Tyki leans back, finally looking at Lenalee.]

With all the damsels need rescuing around? It might be years.

That and you don't see too many princes around these parts. Why, were you hoping to take the job?

[nec_metu]

[Lenalee's eyes follow the chip, half believing that it does have some worth for a moment, before letting go of the fantasy to return Tyki's gaze. She frowns, wondering if there is any speck of truth to the claim that people here need rescue, and steadily ignores the last part.]

With you as their keeper, I'm sure that they can manage to escape on their own.

[cardio_swindle]

[It might. It might not. Tyki's obviously lying, but that's hardly new for this one.]

My my, I don't have the patience to be anyone's keeper. So it works out rather nicely.

[nec_metu]

[It's quite a different thing to talk with Tyki in the midst of battle, and... well, when he's being downright lazy. Lenalee raises her eyebrows at the comment.]

What exactly are you doing, then?

[halfcocked]

[oh hey it's one of you. sauntered in behind you, sup]

Nah, he's just a loser!

[cardio_swindle]

[Devit? There is a poker chip flicked at high speed for the back of your head.]

[halfcocked]

[squawks yugiugiu] Asshole!

[cardio_swindle]

Who me?

[SUCH AN INNOCENT LOOK.]

[halfcocked]

You suck at that.

[cardio_swindle]

What can I say? If you're not going to put any effort in the insults, I just don't have the heart to make it interesting.

[nec_metu]

[Jolting a bit at the sudden arrival of another Noah, alarmed that she hadn't noticed him sooner. Lenalee presses her back to the wall before answering, making sure to keep both of them within her sight.]

I wouldn't doubt it.

[halfcocked]

[grins sort of darkly at that; he still takes an old pleasure in that kind of reaction. he's visibly different from the last Devit she knew, though, whomever he was: this one is dressed more casually, made up differently, and has a couple of large, visible tattoos. he's no taller, though, and much about his manner is the same.]

Oh, you insulting him to his face? Not such a smart move for an Exorcist!

[nec_metu]

[While the clothing change and tattoos are obvious enough, Lenalee takes little note of the other differences beyond noting that something is off. Perhaps several somethings, but without a Devit in his more traditional attire to compare this one to, Lenalee can't quite tell. But the changes seem trivial when his personality is exactly as she remembers it, regardless.]

He doesn't seem bothered. Unless you were planning to defend him?

[Unlikely, given their brief interaction.]