[He has the god's informational pamphlet in one hand, but otherwise, Hakkai's blending in as he ducks through the crowd of shinki. He's wearing his limiters, and his monocle is in place and unbroken, camouflaging the scarring around his right eye.
He'd seen a flash of a vision when they told him his shinki's name. It wasn't much -- just a face, clearly distressed -- but then, he hadn't named her yet, either. He had recognized her immediately. Ayumu, they had said, but the face he'd seen was the one he recognized as Hestia. Yumi. A nickname or an alias, and an ironic choice of partner for a one-time shinki, he thinks.
At least he knows how and why to protect her from knowing about her former life.
The drooping eyelid doesn't conceal her identity, and Hakkai spots her quickly. He pauses beside her, and politely clears his throat.]
Shinki Training
He'd seen a flash of a vision when they told him his shinki's name. It wasn't much -- just a face, clearly distressed -- but then, he hadn't named her yet, either. He had recognized her immediately. Ayumu, they had said, but the face he'd seen was the one he recognized as Hestia. Yumi. A nickname or an alias, and an ironic choice of partner for a one-time shinki, he thinks.
At least he knows how and why to protect her from knowing about her former life.
The drooping eyelid doesn't conceal her identity, and Hakkai spots her quickly. He pauses beside her, and politely clears his throat.]
Excuse me. Yamazaki Ayumu?