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Office Hours--Divinations

Kusuriyuri decided it had been long enough since he had opened his office. There were other factors influencing this decision, but a good part of it was he felt he was neglecting his duty.

Outside his office door and several other places around the school, signs appeared declaring the Divinations office open for any students who wished to talk, to consult, or who just happened to wander by.

Kusuriyuri knelt behind his table, shincha brewing as it was the season for it, waiting for any who would come in, wondering if a particular one would come in.

OOC: Yeah, this is a 'trap' for a particular character, but is also regular office hours. And, if you're particularly interested in a type of divination or anything else you'd like to see Kusu teach, feel free to mention it :D

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Kusuriyuri's other eyebrow went up. He didn't expect truth from this one, though. "Then, it would be time for this one something. What is your goal here?" It was direct, simple, but Kusuriyuri didn't practice the finer art of interrogation.

She turned her head away, but kept her eyes locked firmly on him. The action was born of her curiosity, and the slight narrowing of her eyes was playful, but also a slight reprimand of her own. "'Here' is very vague, peddler. Do you mean at Hogwarts, splendid playground it is, or your office?"

She was being purposefully pedantic, yes. Frustration was a beautiful thing.

Kusuriyuri's eyebrows returned to their prior position and he picked up his tea cup again. "Saa, both?" he suggested blandly. They had only begun this game. He was nowhere near frustrated yet.

She traced the edge of the desk with a fingertip. "Hm. My goal at Hogwarts will likely be the same as my goal in the world I was in before coming here. I want to eat memories, and, do you know that it is always the most painful memories that taste the best? I like to make them as painful as I can before dining."

She smiled pleasantly. "That would be what I am doing here as well, I believe. Kurama--no, Sensei, caught my eye. And you helped the Chairman too. I am certain you helped Fuuka too, didn't you?"

The change in how he referred to Kurama was interesting. "This one will not feed you," he said, his voice quite and firm. "This one is a medicine peddler, it is what is done, to aide those in need."

She leaned forward, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her palm. "Well aren't you just a bleeding heart. Have memories you'd like to keep do you? Ones about Kurama? About others?" She chuckled.

Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly as he did. He didn't quite understand the slang, but the rest of the statement was clear enough. "This one has many things to remember. Such is the result of living."

He held a hand out and bent a finger. From his case, a scale came obligingly to rest on it. It was quiet, though, confirming what conclusions he was reaching. There wasn't a particular energy he could ward against. He brought his hand to the table and the scale hopped onto it, between them, waiting.

"Good memories are wonderful things to have," he said, softly. All the better when they're turned into desperate memories of happier days as the bad ones Apos creates overshadow them with pain and torment.

"Scales?" he asked, more to himself. He blinked at the, finding them curious, wondering as to their relevance. For judgement, perhaps? In that case, since they were level now, he wondered if they would tip when his wings were out.

"All memories are to be treated properly," Kusuriyuri replied, watching Apos and the scale equally.

"That is so, a scale. Have you seen them before?" he asked, judging both Apos's reaction and any change there might be in the scale itself.

She tilted her head. "Scales I have seen before. Not ones like this though." She inspected the bells on the ends curiously.

Then, her wings burst from her back, six red long pinions, the two at the top smaller than the lower two. She watched the scales, her head tilting further. She wondered if they would react at all to the angel's influence, the killer nature in her.

The scale almost moved, but the energy wasn't quite right. It also wasn't anything Kusuriyuri would be able to ward against. He kept his expression bland. "They measure distance to mononoke," he supplied, not finding the information terribly critical at the moment, nothing that wasn't readily available.

Her wings folded back against her back, sinking into his skin. Her dress as untorn, but perhaps only because the back was low. She was used to her clothes being torn after releasing her wings.

Kusuriyuri sent the scale back to his case, the drawer shutting firmly. "You are human, but not," he observed. "Nor are you youkai or demon."

She smiled. "Not man nor woman; not human; not demon; not angel; not immortal." She chuckled a little. "I am a god."

Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow, considering. "You do not feel like the gods this one has met here," he said blandly.

She stared. Tilted her head. "Is that so?"

She knew how she was going to carve his wooden block now. A knight, this one, definitely.

Kusuriyuri gave a single nod. "This one has seen Amaterasu, Antubis, shinigami, others here that are gods. You do not feel as one of them."

Apos laughed. "Of course not. We are from different worlds, after all, are we not?" She refused to think of herself as anything less that a god.

It was what she was and no mortal could tell her otherwise.

Still, he had insulted her. She nodded her head a little, then stood, smoothing out the skirt of her dress. "I'll bet it was most interesting, having met those gods. I wonder how you will feel once realisation dawns on you that they cannot save you?" She smiled kindly.

The wards around the room flickered and blazed red as Kusuriyuri allowed some of his shields to drop. "I have not required the assistance of the gods for a very long time," he replied, his expression still calm. He set the tea cup down before him. "I have met gods from many worlds. You feel like none of them." Even Wednesday, who made a token effort to hide himself still felt like a god to Kusuriyuri.

The energy skittered along her skin, made it tingle. Her smiled widened as her eyes darted around the room. "Saa..." She pressed a finger to her lips, then looked upwards, thinking.

"Your gods are not here, however. Most likely, they won't help. I can hold my own against other gods too, you see." She licked her lips then bowed slightly, intending to take her leave soon.

"I said I would not require their assistance, nor would I request it," Kusuriyuri replied. "It is you who shall require assistance that shall not be found," he said, his voice soft and firm. "You are a cruel child with delusions of grandeur, yet you do not know what you face."

"Honestly I don't care," she said, expression turning blank.

She smiled at being called cruel. "Tell me, in all honesty, do you think you'll be able to stop me?" She laughed. "I don't think so."

She picked at the hem of her dress and walked over to the door to slip her shoes back on, looking down at her feet as she spoke. "I like pain, whatever punishment you think up, however you try to punish me, will be useless in the long run. I'll just come back and hurt you and your friends again and again and again, and when I think you're ready, I'll eat all of that pain."

"Your world is so narrow that punishment can only be pain?" Kusuriyuri asked. "You are a child and a fool, then," he declared. He caused the wards to open the door in front of Apos. "Get out. You are useless."

Apos laughed. "Think what you will," she said.

"I'll be seeing you, Kusuriyuri-san." She let herself out, taking her time. If nothing else, she had scouted him, knew what he was like now.

The doors closed behind Apos sharply. Within the room, Kusuriyuri picked up his tea, thinking over their meeting, of the clues that had been given on both sides. Delay was possibly unwise though unavoidable. There was no question in his mind that Apos was not a god, though. A foolish child, not fully human, but not a god.

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