Mikk regarded the message on the device and rose stiffly from his seat by the window. He'd forgone the pain killers from his medical kit for this. Even left his shirt off to show just badly he'd been wounded. It was a risk just like the blades hung up by his sword belt along with the exorcist coat in plain view of the door when it opened. Damn, he was so tired.

He took a moment to shut his eyes and woke up to the rap on his door. Time to face the music, as the Lavi he knew would mutter. The Exorcist rubbed the soreness out of his shoulder and opened the door. This was just going to end badly. He looked a mess, from the medical tape just under his right eye to the mess of bandages and stitches along his ribs. Mikk tiredly walked back into the room and sat down in the chair by the window. Far away from the swords, the plasma pistol, and anything that could be considered a weapon. Only his braced remained on him (besides his pants).

But there were differences between the Noah and the Exorcist versions of Tyki. The Exorcist's hair was shorter, just barely reaching the base of his neck. His eyes were dark and his body was in top physical condition, muscle shifting under his skin as he moved a little restlessly. "It was almost an irony, you mentioned two Tykis." He rasped and leaned back in the chair as if that cost him some energy. "Most people at home just call me Mikk."