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[As usual the view isn't directly facing him. He's not one for using phones and it shows clearly. Private conversations face to face are more of his style. There were certainly no smart phones or mobile phones of any kind. He's not even looking at the camera. He just turned it on and it just so happened to be video.]

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[Then out of nowhere there is a sudden text:] Besides these emotion induced events just how many have you killed?

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[After that little 'prank' earlier he was itching to get out of his apartment and onto the streets. Now that he was in a mood, Exorcist hunting was the best option at the moment to soothe his nerves since he lacked the usual nicotine and other pleasures that kept him at bay. He could already tell that Hadriel was screwing with his ability to pinpoint Innocence whenever it came into range or else Kanda's Innocence would've been already fully destroyed once he had killed him weeks ago.

To anyone that had an odd weapon or a strange appendage such as a demon arm, robotic leg, strange eye, odd pet, etc, he'd stopped them with a curved smile and his hand outwards in silent greeting.] Ah, that's a strange [insert item] you have there. Do you mind if I look at it for a moment?

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[Look at Tyki waiting with anticipation of a good fight. He wants this badly more than he should realize. He wants to find this other Innocence wielder and put them in their place. Even his skin is starting to blood into an umber gray as his fingers twitch within that discoloration.

Yet here Rhys was asking him what he was doing. It gets him to deflate in his mood visibly as his shoulders even seem to slump and while that arm doesn't stop flaring with Dark Matter made to kill he's lowering a brow at Rhys like he's a possible idiot.]

...attacking? You drew your weapon and naturally I show mine. We fight. You die. I destroy yours. [Did he score a complete newbie? Aww...]

What? No.

[That's not happening. Rhys is already balking at the part in Tyki's story where he supposedly dies, thank you very much, but that doesn't mean that he misses the first part of that statement, where his arm is referred to as a weapon. However aggressive he apparently looks to this guy, he wants to immediately look the opposite of that, and so Rhys lets cuts the power to his arm and lets it go slack and ragdollish against his side.

He raises his human hand then, an expression of surrender or just something akin to hold the fuck up here, and tries to move back a little.]

I-it's not a weapon. I don't want to fight, and I really don't wanna die.

[He grins a little wider with a crack of his lips at the thought of a frightened Exorcist. He's about to step forward and attack anyways with a comment on how it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to die. That he was still going to.

He's stalling again at the way his arm goes lax at his side and he'll narrow his eyes at the other in a scrutiny. The thing with Innocence, especially a parasite one, is that it controlled you and not the other way around. If Rhys didn't want to fight it wouldn't care.]

Tease, make sure he doesn't run. [From his back emerge a few dozen or so of his winged carnivorous butterflies and they'll flutter into the air and behind him to make his escape difficult.] You're telling me that you're not an Exorcist and yet you have that on you.

Not a what?

[The butterflies are- well, they're kinda pretty, but it comes with a sense of ominous foreboding, considering that this guy had just told them to make sure Rhys doesn't run. It's doubly unsettling of course, because Rhys wants nothing more than to run, and so he's sort of at an impasse here.

Rhys clings to the hope that this is all some kind of misunderstanding. The kind of misunderstanding that won't get him killed.]

I don't even know what that is. My arm is just a- I lost it when I was younger, this is just a prosthetic.

Well, this is disappointing... [Yet he was going to still keep an eye on Rhys from now on just to make sure.

The Innocence seemed to move on as well and he's looking off to the side in the general direction it seems to be going. Yet he couldn't be too sure since he could still annoyingly feel it. His arm is dying down and his skin is returning to its normal Portuguese brown. Yeah, in this situation he would likely kill Rhys just to keep him quiet but this place didn't exactly guarantee he stayed dead.]

No prosthetic I've ever seen. [He'd smile friendly and warm with a bright smile as he walked forward and made an attempt to clap him on the shoulder lightly.] Listen, you don't think you could keep this between us, do you?

Keep... the fact that you almost killed me... between us?

[There's a smile there, but Rhys can absolutely sense the veiled threat, and so his own response doesn't take a lot of thought. He does rather enjoy living after all.]

Um... yeah. Yeah, there's no reason to tell anyone. [Rhys forces himself to laugh weakly, his knees almost buckling at the clap of Tyki's hand on his shoulder.] It was just a misunderstanding, after all.

Mmhmm. [He said smoothly as those Tease started to back off of him. Except now he was contemplating leaving a Tease in his chest to make sure he said not a word. No, that might raise suspicion as well.

It's definitely a threat as he continues that smile until he agrees. Another two hard claps or so and he's lifting his hand and letting him have a little room to himself.] Ah, good, good. I'm glad we can put this behind us, Mister...?

Uh...

[He knows that giving his name out to this guy is probably a bad move. He doesn't want him to be able to track Rhys down and make sure that he's doing good on his promise to not tell anyone of, you know, almost murdering him.

So he short circuits for a moment, his mouth dry, before he reaches for the first name he can think of.]

-Jack. My name's Jack. And, uh, me too. Thanks.

[Ya know. He might not even be upset when he finds out that Jack isn't his name. He'll just hunt him down anyways. Tyki was good at waiting. He'd wait for his pretty face to show up again.

He lifts a brow at the mention of Jack being a name.] That should be easy considering the other Jack left a few months ago. [If he knew how to use his phone properly he would be scrolling through it right now to double check.] I am Tyki Mikk.

[His hand lifts almost as permission for him to leave and he'll nod kindly then in a farewell. There's nothing more he wants from him at the moment. He'll regret not sticking a Tease in his chest later.] Run along now.

...right.

[Well, that's strike one. Strike two? There are a number of strikes against him and he's really not interested in getting an out.

So Rhys nods frantically, before turning and literally running away. He can be surprisingly quick when he wants to be, and he really wants to be now. At least he got this other guy's name so he can track him down later if necessary.]

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