"Whaaaat."

"Whaaaat."

"I'm not happy about that, I'm happy I get to chat with him again."

🌀 "Sure..."

"Try not to act so cheerful about my friend getting kidnapped and the shit beat out of him." 🐈‍⬛

"Sounds like a deal," he grins.

🌀 "Maybe, but if he's not, then I'll personally kick you out myself. In a literal sense, okay?" 🐈‍⬛

Can't tell if I can trust this guy or not. We're obviously on the same side with the same goal... I think. But he's also a total weirdo. And why does he need to know everything? Also, he needs to bathe more.

tell my muse what your muse think on anon

"Hey, I told you weirdo is a good thing!"

All things considered, you haven't turned out half bad. You could be so much worse, and not everyone sees that either. But they don't know the truth either. They'd break if they did. You were strong though and you're still here, despite everything. I'm glad.

tell my muse what your muse think on anon

There might be an insult hidden in there somewhere, but Lewin doesn't care enough to look for it.

"You can blame Osceola for how I turned out."

"Yep," Lewin says cheerfully, popping the P. He doesn't have an intention of doing more until he has done some of his own research. He can play nice in the meantime. "Unless you want to try to wrestle, but I can't say how strong this body is and I don't want Mephisto to get mad at me," he chuckles.

Eyes narrowed as the foot is lifted off of his chest, slowly standing up.

"So... we're done for now?" A small step back, testing the limits. Mitch shouldn't let Lewin leave. He's also just doing his job, wanting more answers, likely wanting to report any findings, and judge from there. There's the scary idea of Hinobi being recognized as a threat, and this place becoming enemy territory as a result. Too messy. Too much trouble. Would this get him fired? What about the people he's met here? He's fought high leveled glitches before. He can handle the fight himself now that he isn't pinned and can reach the gauntlet. Mitch should report Lewin. He wouldn't be able to be away from America from too long anyway. Phil would get worried that the signal his gauntlet gives off got stuck - or worse, offline - while on the other end of the world. No matter what this situation is going to escalate in some way - so such escalation shouldn't be in Lightning's favor any longer.

He has almost reached the mansion when he feels that snap of displacement again and he is once again disoriented and not at all liking this game. He sees trees though. That's at least something.

"Mephisto!" he snarls, the bag of feathers leaving his mouth as he tries to righten himself, once again extending his wings. They do seem to catch wind easier here, but it's not enough to actually slow him down. He has to get some help. "Come forth, Spirit, Amshir... and so on!" he snaps, the little seahorse like wind demon appearing below them and blowing a strong gust of wind upwards. It catches Lewin's wings and does slow him down... a little. Not enough though.

Why is flying so hard?!

"Spectacular! Quite the impressive wingspan. You do lose style points on the awkward mid air reorientation- sorry, nothing I can do about that- but overall not a bad sho-"

His completely unbiased scoring is cut short by that wildly flailing tail latching onto him. Mephisto had no intention of allowing Lewin to hit the ground. There's certainly some power at play to keep them from going through the roof; even more so now that they're attached and Lewin poses a genuine risk to the immaculate exterior of the demon's home.

For the second time, Lewin is about to be subjected to physical displacement. This time their destination is a bit further out, into the forest district above a clearing- thankfully not high enough to require much of a drop in. Mephisto has already freed himself from his scaly restraint and is fretting over the state of his outfit on the ground. "Such brutish behaviour. This tailcoat is one of a kind, you know! Honestly, Lewin..."