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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

The Tengu was an odd one, even by Lorelai's estimation, and though her thieving rankled the blonde's sense of propriety, her outrage was muffled by the yokai's assumption she'd murder her for it. [color=crimson]"W-Why would I kill you? You may have stolen snacks, but it's not like your possessing an umbrella or strangling men with your hair. Aren't Tengu noble messengers anyway?"[/color]

Finding it a bit bothersome to crane her neck upwards just to keep talking to her, the blonde eyed the nearby surfaces before darting forward. Powerful kicks launched her upwards and side-wards, bouncing from signage to reach level with the avian brigand and plopping down with her legs over the edge. Closer now, two things occurred to her that made her view Sakichi with greater intent. 

Otis was just as liberal with personal space and property as her, so maybe this was actually typical avian yokai behavior.

And she mentioned events going down in town, events Lorelai had a sneaking suspicion she was familiar with. In spite of their instructors demands, a spark of wrath was still nursed in her buxom for the assassin who humiliated her and nearly took an innocent's life so callously, prompting Lorelai to ask, [color=crimson]"This business with your king...it wouldn't happen to be about someone trying to kill an...important heiress, would it?"[/color]