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Ludwig, The Holy Blade
Mei Rinsaku
Mei nodded at Arian when he saw him wake up. Mei rubbed his eyes with the bottom of his hands, attempting to wake up more. He brought his hand down across his hair, straightening out a bit and making him look a tad bit less frazzled from his rest. Mei looked back down at Arian and smiled a bit, hidden behind the dark cloth. Most people Mei talked to(which really weren’t a lot) told him he should just leave the metal parts of his mask visible, but he fancied having the cloth over it. It made him look more neutral when he needed to be, hid embarrassment, and protected the metal valves and hoses from any immediate danger. He looked up at the intercom located slightly up and to the left of them to the announcement.
Mei cocked his head at the intercom, then looked back down at Arian. He heard Arian whimper and felt bad for him. While Mei wasn’t apt in any sort of magicks, he had known people who were before, some of them being good friends. Some faes he had known didn’t want to be bound to a Magi, but were made to anyways. Mei knew what it was like to be forced to become something. For him, he became a machine of death. It wasn’t the same as being tied to someone like the link between a Magi and their familiar. But he still knew what it was like to be owned. He looked at Arian for a moment more, before deciding.
“Do you... actually want to...?” Mei asked quietly, staring at Arian. Mei thought about his second hour: Ap Gov. He knew damn well more about government and politics than anyone else in that room, even most definitely the professor. He passed the class without even trying. He looked down the hall, then looked back to Arian. “I can go with you...” Mei said, in sort of a questioning way, really.
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Mei nodded at Arian when he saw him wake up. Mei rubbed his eyes with the bottom of his hands, attempting to wake up more. He brought his hand down across his hair, straightening out a bit and making him look a tad bit less frazzled from his rest. Mei looked back down at Arian and smiled a bit, hidden behind the dark cloth. Most people Mei talked to(which really weren’t a lot) told him he should just leave the metal parts of his mask visible, but he fancied having the cloth over it. It made him look more neutral when he needed to be, hid embarrassment, and protected the metal valves and hoses from any immediate danger. He looked up at the intercom located slightly up and to the left of them to the announcement.
Mei cocked his head at the intercom, then looked back down at Arian. He heard Arian whimper and felt bad for him. While Mei wasn’t apt in any sort of magicks, he had known people who were before, some of them being good friends. Some faes he had known didn’t want to be bound to a Magi, but were made to anyways. Mei knew what it was like to be forced to become something. For him, he became a machine of death. It wasn’t the same as being tied to someone like the link between a Magi and their familiar. But he still knew what it was like to be owned. He looked at Arian for a moment more, before deciding.
“Do you... actually want to...?” Mei asked quietly, staring at Arian. Mei thought about his second hour: Ap Gov. He knew damn well more about government and politics than anyone else in that room, even most definitely the professor. He passed the class without even trying. He looked down the hall, then looked back to Arian. “I can go with you...” Mei said, in sort of a questioning way, really.
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