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【 Joushi Motisi 】
| Gentle • Loyal • Respectful |

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• Joushi stopped dead, soft footsteps ending abruptly as childed thread was pauled taught along the Dragoon's spine. Across the expansive entry hall, over the polished, expensive floors and hormone filled air, was Ignazio's father, Ignazio Barthomeloi senior. He was as regal and intimidating in person, despite the feet of space between, as he was in the photos Joushi's mother had shown one evening. Ignazio the first, a man of power and prestige in every sense of the word. Of course he was of a natural interest to Joushi's mother, and even more so after she had found out the pink haired Dragoon had managed to infiltrate the only heir's circle of friends. And his eyes were upon Joushi at that very moment, cold, knowing. The Italian felt ready to flee at a moment's notice, however the Beast Charmer truly believed that, should Ignazio Barthomeloi senior wished Joushi dead, than the deed would be done before any chance of escape could be viable. Instead, a thought, pushed by survival instincts curved by intensive training and the feeling of inevitibility, ran through the Italian's mind - 'show respect, Joushi. Give in.' That's right, Joushi recalled. You're life span may see another day if you show subservience instead of resistance. So, barely a second after Ignazio's eyes had landed on the pink haired, sniper rifle holding teenager, Joushi's head bowed, waist bending forward, to show respect and recognition of Ignazio senior's title and lethality. Even Kit felt it. While having also sensed the emotions in her master through her more animalistic instincts, Kit's deep, purple eyes had recognised the face of the head of one of the five Great Exorcist families. While her master stilled, waiting, she dipped her head, eyes to the ground. Her wings, previously held to her body vertically, showing her regal form, dipped and lowered, giving off the same subserviant air as her master. They both knew power, were aware of their lack of strength, and the dangers that came when they harnessed more. Stay low, stay away from attention, do not resist. And maybe, just maybe, they will live another day.

"Is there a reason why you two are still doing here?" Green eyes, while still trained on the floor as the Dragoon bowed to Ignazio senior, blinked. Joushi had heard the head of the Barthomeloi family stand, his chair shifting and footsteps echoing on the hard floor. His words, strong, commanding, sent that cold thread down the teenager's spine curling. Joushi, however, did not outwardly react. Keeping a calm face, to avoid anxiety and nerves, was key to Joushi's style of survivalism. At first the Dragoon had thought Ignazio senior was talking to both Kit and master, that vital information had been missed somewhere along the way. However, upon lifting those clear, green eyes, Joushi noticed that Ignazio senior was reprimanding another pair - also students of the Dragoon... but then the Barthomeloi head turned back to Joushi, and those eyes were upon them once more. Keeping calm, and head bowed, the pink haired Italian remained still until the extent of the orders were given, a calm understanding showing. Joushi was to go on rescue detail, and to work with Titus, of all half breeds. The Italian would not find out about his nature of 'half-breed' until their visit to Vatican City after this debaucle was dealt with, so for now he was viewed as the trouble maker who publicly ousted Ignazio junior, in Joushi's eyes.

"Yes, Sir." Joushi responded to Ignazio senior's orders. A bow of the head given before promptly turning and approaching the door way that was indicated. On the way Kit, head still bowed as she passed the elder exorcist, collected the box totems with her maw, teeth taking careful purchase on the containor. Right before stepping through the door Joushi unholstered the sniper rifle and cocked open the bullet chamber, checking that it was loaded. Satisfied, the Dragoon would step through and, following, Kit with wings and claws tensed for battle.

Tracking and rescuing students turned out to be a tedious affair. Kit's ability to transform was near overused as she hauled fallen debris out of their way while throwing off the pockets of enemies that they would encounter. Joushi ran out of sub machine gun rounds by the end of it, relying on well aimed hand gun and sniper rounds. Grenades were thrown, and Kit caught a nasty backlash of some holy water. Joushi's shoulder was even dislocated at one point. Part of the cailing collapsed, cutting Beast Chamers and Demon off from each other for barely a minute. But it was enough to be swarmed, one demonic opponent leaping onto Joushi, pushing the Dragoon down onto rubble, and popping the shoulder frontward, right out of the socket. With barely a huff and an annoyed sigh the Italian had one of the exorcists nearby push on the back of injured shoulder while Joushi grabbed the dislocated bone and, with one quick motion, thrust the joint back together with a sickening sound. But it was enough to keep going until a Doctor could be located to mend the shredded cartilidge and swollen muscles and tendons. By the end of it Joushi was running on adrenalin and instinct, keeping Kit close at all times and only intiating combat when either forced or required to for someone's sake and safety. When it was over Joushi simply sat on a pile of rubble, Kit curled up on both legs, and leaned back against smooth, slightly warm cement. The Dragoon had avoided using anything beyond an occaisonal Aria spell in terms of going outside the designated meister types the pink haired Italian was known for. But it wasn't long until two Exorcists came. They told Joushi to follow, a few half breeds in tow already behind them, along with more Exorcists behind them as well. With a sigh and a slightly pained creak from the Dragoon's body, Kit and Beast Charmer followed, their wrists bound together as they were lead, under the cover of darkness, to Vatican city.

It was somewhat decent establishment, considering the circumstances.

Joushi was tried, before the Vatican, as a demon of royal descent. It was also where the descent of many other half breeds were revealed. The Dragoon was not the only royal b*****d in court, although Alaric seemed genuinely surprised to learn of his inheritance. Joushi, meanwhile, was far more amused by the revelation of Titus' birthright. Were the Demon Lords plotting something? Getting ready to war their children against one another? If so, Anyanka seemed to be winning. No surprise there, truly. Call it sexism, if you will, but she did have a far nicer appearance and personality when it came to such matters, Joushi theorised.

During the trial Joushi showed no emotion of fright or disbelief, still somewhat exhausted by the earlier battle at the Academy and not believing that emotions would sway the gathered band of old exorcists. Instead, Joushi just leaned back, head bowed, eyes closed, and napped. Although when questioned Joushi immediately answered, shocking, and not so subtling insulting, the person who had tried to call Joushi out. Truly, it appeared less like a trial - for, really, what was there to try? They were guilty the moment they were conceived, that was the trial - and more like an excuse for them to shout 'die.' Until Ignazio's father stood up. Surprised, shocked, and, eventually, quelled. Ignazio senior had managed to convince the gathered executionors to stay their hands and allow the half breeds to roam free, to watch and wait to see the day that they lose control. Joushi supposed that the restraint shown at the battle of the school by the Italian's own will may have helped the arguement. Not once did the Dragoon, even when swamped by Demons, bones dislocated, Byakko injured, bullets running low, and energy down to adrenalin - not once did Joushi summon the birth given right of demonic skill or transformation. It was a fact briefly held in example and the Dragoon wondered if such a fact may have a factor later in life, should Joushi offer servitude of self to one of the great exorcists... perhaps, maybe, it would have impressed on Ignazio senior, if only a little... For him to stand to their defense, to want to watch them, perhaps he is after something from them, and thus more reason to accept Joushi's offer. The Italian also knew how to cook and clean.

After the trial Joushi and Kit were properly seen to and healed of any linguring pain from the battle of the Cram School before being allowed back to collect their belongings. As well as having what they were taken in with returned to them. It was an interesting affair, returning back to the campus, and Joushi had a feeling Alaric may seek the pink haired Dragoon out soon, being so called 'siblings' and all. But, as of yet, he has not.

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