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[npc_desu]

[ today's the day: you've been summoned to a meeting room deep in the North Wing. There are refreshments available, punch and crackers, all set out on a table at the back of the room. The front of the room is lined with whiteboards, covered in diagrams, with names and places on it- both related to the Exorcists and to the Noah. There is also a

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[immaculate_lore]

[Doodling stick figure Almas and tiny Kandas and Tykis with big top hats and hero capes. But at least he is paying attention to the speeches. That counts for something, right?]

[cursed_clown]

[This face, Lavi. This face as he reads over his own report. You know what this means, don't you? They get to start being gym buddies again.]

Going to be hard without Kanda and Lenalee.

[immaculate_lore]

[As long as Allen plays the role of the lovable punching bag. He filled up his decoy quota fighting the Level 4, thank you very much. His ribs still complain at him on those cold winter nights.]

So we adopt some new ones. Preferably of the less hissing wet cat variety. [Snaps his fingers. The light bulb is on!] Oh, and maybe pick up a Krory and Miranda while we're at it. Have the whole matching set.

[cursed_clown]

[Didn't everyone fill up their quota on the Level 4? Well, except for Allen because he got dropped here before his body became the consistency of mashed potatoes. Guess he takes the roll of punching bag.]

No Marie or Bookman? That would only be a partial set. And we get less hissing cat if we can find a Lenalee that doesn't --- No, I'm not going to finish that.

[innocent_voodoo]

[Frowning as she reads the incident report.] Well, damn.

[findingtrust]

Have you ever dealt with an Akuma at Level 4, Miss Exorcist?

[his tone is friendly enough, but curious]

[innocent_voodoo]

[She shakes her head.]

[findingtrust]

[he smiles] I'm sure you Exorcists will be able to handle them, even though...the idea of an Akuma that strong is terrifying for the rest of us. I hope I never have to see one of them.

[stitched_akuma]

[She's sitting on a chair, with the report held tightly in her hand. It's getting some permanent creases in it.]

A living human...became an Akuma. The same person's soul, the same person's skin. How can that even work?

[innocent_voodoo]

I don't know. Maybe it's a different world...

[stitched_akuma]

Ah! [She looks at Road, startled briefly by seeing a version of someone she's usually seen as a Noah]

Yes, maybe. Things can be different between the worlds. I really don't want to see any more people becoming like that...

[innocent_voodoo]

Yeah, me neither. I just want the stupid war to end already.

[innocent_voodoo]

[She flops down beside him, and she's frowning ever-so-slightly.] Hi Tyki.

[innocent_voodoo]

It seems that the war's advancing even here...

I never knew akuma could be made like that. [She waves her hand at the folders that contain the incident reports.]

[padawan_allen]

[Allen is reading through the incident reports.]

Is it possible that this will occur in other worlds? This, Alma?

[innocent_voodoo]

I hope it doesn't, but who knows?

Hello~ Er...Good morning?

[padawan_allen]

[He looks up....and then down and back up.]

Road. [Have a smile.]

I didn't see you come in.

Evening for me~

[innocent_voodoo]

[Have a smile back.] I've been in here for awhile, you probably just missed me.