[just]ice for all

[irene morales]

you'd think, after being forced to attend summer school because she had too many unexcused "absences," that you'd stop skipping school and finish your mandatory credit completion.

then again, that would involve thinking in the first place and that was simply impossible for egyn. even before irene was possessed by the demon king of water, she was known for her impulsive, capricious nature. so what was she going to do now, now that the chains of the american educational system were (for the moment, at least) no longer digging into her wrists?

truth be told, irene had no idea at all. she casually walked along the sidewalk of plum district - almost too casually, considering she was a young teenager in a business district during working hours - but she could always make the excuse that she was heading off to starbucks or something if she got caught. not that she ever did; egyn had enough experience to avoid detection from her teachers and fellow classmates.

on her way to starbucks, irene found herself stopping in front of a building and frowned as she stared at the entrance. the interior wasn't what made her freeze - she was quite used to such lavish furnishings, as her parents owned an equally pretentiously decorated mansion in pine district.

no, it was the doors. much like the front, they were made entirely of glass, and they spun round and round on their own. egyn had never seen doors like this - and neither had irene, she noted with a frown. bracing herself, she decided the only way to enter these doors was to charge ahead. this she did with great success, and although she had no idea how to get out of her predicament, she simply didn't care.

for now, egyn was having fun.

[JUST BLAKE]

unsurprisingly, just liked to keep his work life and social life completely separate. it was a human thing he was giving a test-run. and here “social life” to him a fairly terrible euphemism for “anything remotely demon-related”. also unsurprisingly, demon kings were in that “anything remotely demon-related” category. it was why the genie couldn't quite bring himself to be thrilled for egyn when he saw her thoroughly enjoying herself in the spinning doors of his work. in fact, he reasoned that it would have been fairly counter-productive.

it wasn't as if those at the reception could bring themselves to be similarly thrilled as well; probably on the basis that most of them had no idea who on earth she was. obviously, “on earth” being the topical choice of words here. a middle-schooler (or high-schooler? cue the human they grow up so fast sniffsniff speech ad nauseum) abusing the doors was not something so common. while he couldn't be pleased she was here doing that just could really empathise.

doors were uniquely human enough in the first place and doors that spun? that was a marginal improvement on what they had before; they had really outdone themselves there and egyn obviously appreciated humanity's achievements right then.

returning his eyes to the receptionist he'd been innocuously chatting up before hand she politely tried to return her gaze to him. just reasoned it would have been a little suspicious if he was still looking when the revolving doors would come to abrupt stop. it was at points like that telekinesis did have its uses, even if destroying the entertainment of a demon king was probably not the most ingenious of things he'd done that working day.

it was a sacrifice needed to be made, however. he needed to get through those doors.

obviously not without addressing the demon king still in them. after ending his conversation as he walked to the doors he didn't seem fazed aside from an uncharacteristic hesitation, “irene i…”

“i understand. revolving doors are really brilliant. gonna need to get out, though.”