Lewin Notices That Odd Ripple But Makes No Comment On It For Now. The Kid Is Full Of Secrets And Curiosities

Lewin notices that odd ripple but makes no comment on it for now. The kid is full of secrets and curiosities but Lightning knows that people like him tends to shy away when prodded too much. Instead he shuffles backwards a little when Mitch asks for space, even though it's a little difficult with just two legs.

"It'd be more informative with me than without," Lewin grins, all toothy and amused. "Let's do science."

Gah-! "Has no one taught you personal space?!" There's more backing up from Lewin, a notable crackling noise and digital squares(deresolution as Hinobi calls it, deconstruction is what it appears to be), coming from the clothes and feathers that only stops when space is once more made. He almost wants to ask why he'd ever help Lewin with anything. But...well...he would be answering questions of his own, and to have information is better than to lack it.

"...Keep those feathers away from me first, then I'll consider helping. Even if I was curious... I can and will figure it out without you." Lightning is the one begging for Mitch's help after all.

"That's a rough introduction," Lewin says with a hum. Though to be fair, most people who got introduced to the world of demons through temptains had a rough introduction. Sounds like there was a lot happening at True Cross before he properly moved here though. Too bad he missed it.

"Have you considered getting training? Might help with the nightmares." If she could protect herself she'd probably be less likely to fear them, right?

"I guess..." She isn't much of a fighter, and she knows that. It didn't mean she couldn't hold respect for those who were. She'd seen firsthand what that bastard had done and tried to do to her son, and even if every cell in her body cried out against it, she'd kill him herself if it meant the kids were safe.

"Not really, no...I had to learn on the fly. About a month ago, there was an...incident." She shudders at the memory. "My soul got separated from my body, and our house got all...demony. I had to learn while fighting so I wouldn't get possessed or my soul stolen. Everyone got hurt pretty bad, Mitch was possessed and nearly killed, and Satan almost burst through. I still hear those things dying in my nightmares... sometimes I wake up and just scrub my hands until they're raw because I can still feel them burning my skin."

Indeed they were, scaringly so. "Oh," Lewin said, realizing he didn't actually know Kuraokami's demonic form. And of course most asian dragons did not have wings. Hm, he'd have to ask to see that form some day!

He craned his head back a little to look at his own bright wings. With a bit of concentration he managed to extend them, but... "How do I flap them?" he asked.

"They must be rather powerful then!" So this was the work of the strange grey demons he heard about. How amusing! "I would teach you how I fly but.. you appear to have wings." Lungs didn't have wings and so their methods for flight were entirely different. He could do the old method of throwing Lewin off a cliff and let natural instincts take hold. Though if he got hurt, Nix would be very cross with him. "Hmm. Aha! I've got it! You need to get a running start and flap your wings as hard as you can!"

He is halfway out the window when Lewin feels that snapping pull of Mephisto's power that he so dislikes. It's always uncomfortable and disorienting. He gives an undignified squawk as he is suddenly falling through the air above the mansion.

Like an uncoordinated cat stuck in zero gravity, the snake-like body twists and bucks trying to find the right way out. That asshole! Oh he was going to pay for this later.

Imagining tensing his shoulder blades, Lewin does manage to spread the colorful wings, somewhat stabilizing himself but he can't figure out what to do to actually flap those wings. Instead, in a mild panic, his tail lashes around the closets thing while his front paws reaches for the mansion the second the roof gets close enough. The results are long deep scratches along the roof while his tail had found Mephisto and tried to tether himself with the Demon King of Time

An undignified shriek comes out of him as he's practically batted out of the air by Lewin's tail.

That little-

Well. Lewin has an impressive thirst for knowledge, always eager to learn new things, and the man's current state is most certainly new. Displacing a dragon might be considered no small feat, but Mephisto doesn't intend to send him far. Only several extra feet above the mansion, far from anything to hold onto.

Lewin isn't left to plummet alone though, with Mephisto falling next to him, casually lounging back and one eye cracked open to side-eye the beast. "Those wings are quite vibrant. Such stunning colouration! You do know how to use them, yes?"

Lewin watches, studies the kid's reaction, making note of the shock, the potential dread, and realizes something is more off than what he had first expected. And Lightning doesn't like not knowing when it comes to a potential threat. Still keeping his head above, his snake-like body tenses and his feathers ruffles naturally with his defense.

Finally he lowers his head, getting close to Mitch again. "What was that?" he asks, calmly but not friendly. "What do you mean 'reset'?"

...It's a vaguely familiar reaction to getting a reset. It is, however, still one that makes him freeze with wide eyes for a brief moment. It's tempting to hit Lewin with a stronger ray. The fear and desperation that lead him down to striking Miko over and over from the first time he saw that red ERROR prompt, hoping a stronger flash would eventually, finally, get a successful reset. He knows better this time. ...Somewhat. He knows not to try again, but... Hinobi still hasn't informed him of the steps one should take in that situation. And perhaps they never will. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to know, and was meant to carry on with blind trust that it wouldn't happen again. Bullshit.

"Y-You... don't reset," Mitch mumbles, mostly as confirmation to himself. Oh boosh - what should he do then? Come clean? The fact a few others are in on the secret isn't his fault - Mitch can at least claim that when it came to people like Rin or Dennis - but not Lewin. ...Is Lewin worth risking his job for? Can he even trust Lewin with this secret? ...Does he have any other choice that doesn't involve forcing Lightning to meet with a higher-up?

Lewin cackles, stepping back a bit so he can watch the chaos. There's so many feathers sticking to Mephisto, some drifting to the ground only to get attached to a shoe, some refusing to leave his gloves. Oh this is delightful!

"What'dya mean, I am enjoying this change," he laughs, almost wishing he had hind legs to scratch his feathers like a dog. Hopefully some will land on Sir Pheles fancy furniture.

"Besides, people stare when I'm outside." He had definitely caused a ruckus earlier.

Yes, he's well aware of Lewin's constant desire to press not only his buttons, but those of everyone around him. In a way, it's a trait they share. Other peoples' emotions are always so entertaining~

Speaking of-

"Lewin Light, you revolting creature, you're doing that on purpose!" It's a never-ending battle, trying to pull the feathers away from him when they want to remain stuck. Even the bouquet of successfully removed ones in his hand are swaying towards him from the static pull.

"Shouldn't you be outside enjoying the full use of this change while it lasts?"