WHO: Lavi and Bookman, others may join WHAT: Bookman is coming to get the lazy apprentice and beat some sense into him WHERE: Midnight Sun Tavern WHEN: Day 64, after Lavi's first journal entry
Heine wasn't in the habit of approaching strangers on the street. He wasn't in the habit of talking to strangers at all really because, by and large, he just didn't care that much. Everyone had problems, right. And he had enough of his own that he seldom saw a reason to get caught up in everyone else's.
At the moment, his problems involved a particularly maddening stray dog who was a little too close to family for Heine to walk away from. Which explained why Heine, ever restless, was out prowling the streets. Again.
But it didn't explain why he stopped when he caught sight of the shock of red hair and the corner of what looked like an eye patch. No-it couldn't be, right?
Taking a few steps closer, he looked down at the young man seated on the ground, his head bent over his journal so that Heine couldn't quite see his face. "Badou?"
Of course. It wasn't Badou--Heine should have known by the missing trail of cigarette smoke, really, and he immediately felt a little foolish for mistaking the guy. Damn, did he actually miss his gun-smoking partner that much to be imagining that he was seeing his face in random strangers on the street?
"Oh. Yeah, sorry," he said, not smiling back because it didn't actually occur to him to smile. "You just kind of look like someone--"
"Oh, it's not a problem," Lavi replied, waving his hand dismissively. "It's a little rough, not having people you know around."
He looked up into Heine's eyes - red, that plus the white hair, it made sense now - and tried for a conversational tone. "This Badou guy.. what's he like?"
Probably been cavorting about and slacking on his duties, Bookman grumbled as he walked. Although, that wasn't terribly like Lavi either... to ignore the other exorcists that Bookman was well aware he'd become close to - and that was the main reason Lavi still had yet to inherit Bookman status, after all; his priorities weren't straight yet.
Naturally Bookman himself had written in the journals as well, but it was information that was already public and an attempt on his part to discover more... which had failed miserably, but perhaps that was just it. His charisma was leaving him in his old age - charisma with the young, active people that stumbled upon important information, rather than people like the Supervisor who were already well acquainted with his knowledge and respected him for it.
A fist raised and a punch thrown, that was how Bookman greeted his wayward apprentice, still not completely convinced Lavi had 'just shown up'.
"BLABBERMOUTH!" He bellowed angrily, "Why after realizing that the book was somehow enchanted did
( ... )
"Ah!" Lavi was taken completely off guard as the side of his face erupted with pain, and he swore he saw stars. He was on his feet immediately, hand against his cheek and yelling himself.
"Why do you keep hitting me?" he whined. "I didn't do anything this time! I scratched out the page!"
Truth be told, he hadn't wanted to rip the page out in case that meant Miss Claire couldn't communicate with him anymore.
For a moment, Heine's eyes widened in surprise and his hands made the slightest reflexive movement towards the two guns he wore holstered at his back. It wasn't like him to be taken by surprise by an newcomer, especially not one who apparently intended a fight
( ... )
"I have been looking for you for over a month, you worthless apprentice!" The old Exorcist hollered in Lavi's ear. "And you are simply chasing beautiful girls like it's more important than your own duty! Have you forgotten what it means to be a Bookman during your pleasure cruise?"
He eyed Heine warily. "I have not seen you about and you are obviously not an Exorcist. Who are you and how are you called?"
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At the moment, his problems involved a particularly maddening stray dog who was a little too close to family for Heine to walk away from. Which explained why Heine, ever restless, was out prowling the streets. Again.
But it didn't explain why he stopped when he caught sight of the shock of red hair and the corner of what looked like an eye patch. No-it couldn't be, right?
Taking a few steps closer, he looked down at the young man seated on the ground, his head bent over his journal so that Heine couldn't quite see his face. "Badou?"
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"Sorry," he said, smiling. "'Fraid you got the wrong guy. Name's Lavi."
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"Oh. Yeah, sorry," he said, not smiling back because it didn't actually occur to him to smile. "You just kind of look like someone--"
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He looked up into Heine's eyes - red, that plus the white hair, it made sense now - and tried for a conversational tone. "This Badou guy.. what's he like?"
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Naturally Bookman himself had written in the journals as well, but it was information that was already public and an attempt on his part to discover more... which had failed miserably, but perhaps that was just it. His charisma was leaving him in his old age - charisma with the young, active people that stumbled upon important information, rather than people like the Supervisor who were already well acquainted with his knowledge and respected him for it.
A fist raised and a punch thrown, that was how Bookman greeted his wayward apprentice, still not completely convinced Lavi had 'just shown up'.
"BLABBERMOUTH!" He bellowed angrily, "Why after realizing that the book was somehow enchanted did ( ... )
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"Why do you keep hitting me?" he whined. "I didn't do anything this time! I scratched out the page!"
Truth be told, he hadn't wanted to rip the page out in case that meant Miss Claire couldn't communicate with him anymore.
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He eyed Heine warily. "I have not seen you about and you are obviously not an Exorcist. Who are you and how are you called?"
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