Emlyn had set up his pose rather well he thought. Standing sideways, one leg resting a bent knee against Mirror while the other behind was an anchor, both hands atop the chakram, slight arch to the back to draw more attention to figure than height, and a look that was just malicious enough to invoke the slightest twinge of uncertainty in those whose eyes he met. 

But then it would never really get a chance to do its job, as when Auriel spun around with his weapons ready, his pose crumbled into an almost sloppy fall back. Instead his eyes hardened incredulously, and as the other boy scanned him, he did so in return. Not much in the way of new information; he still looked grungy in his armor, though the sword and shield up close had been something of a surprise. 

He wasn't sure what the next move ought to be. Was this the start of a disastrous partnership? Normally when he found himself in frequent contact with someone he disliked or who disliked him, his plan of action was to tear their social life apart, but would that even be possible with this boy? He was clever, but he'd been bested before -not that he'd admit to it. 

Then Auriel broke that worrisome train of thought with a question. No, not a question, much worse than a question. Emlyn enjoyed questions thoroughly, as they were opportunities to gain quick admiration. But what he enjoyed more than questions were compliments; cutting out the middle man. Instantly his harsher gaze collapsed and reformed back to its slick, suave grin, and he spun Mirror like a top, between his hand and the ground. 

"Oh this? Ah yes, my gem, truly. Mirror and I have been close for many many years. It's a chakram you see, a war-ring. Slice, throw, doesn't really matter, always does its job spectacularly, always returns," he said, holding on to that proud moment before going on, his attention turning to the weapons of the other. "Your own little friends there seem quite, erhm... sturdy. Retro even! I love the weathered look, really."

Auriel went on and gave his name, which was just fine, even had a nice ring to it. Auriel Connoly. His partner. Hm. He struck out his hand as an after thought, straitening his posture and clearing his throat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Auriel Connoly; [i]I[/i] am Emlyn Jyri Ampelios. Second of three children to a fine couple of warriors, and soon to be legend among this rag tag community of ours."