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[color=8493ca]“Perfectly sufficient, Tanya,”[/color] Kress replied, flashing an ok-sign with his right hand. [color=8493ca]“A very Verholtan symbol, isn’t it?”[/color]

Before either of them could delve further into the talk about the value of symbols in uniting a vast group of people and inspiring nationalism within the hearts of the downtrodden though, a familiar face popped up from the distance, the bright red hair and eyes, offset by pale skin that seemed to make both glow, making the person instantly recognizable. Kress had done his homework before entering Arkus Academy, after all, and Christina Mett, Lieutenant of Security within the Academy, was one of the people he decided to commit to memory first. Well, at least, after he did his reading on the teaching staff and the cafeteria workers. Unperturbed by her stark appearance and robotic tone, Kress replied brightly, [color=8493ca]“Pleased to see you too, Ms Mett. We were just about to head out anyways, so your escort would certainly be welcome here.”[/color]

After all, his uncle had eyes in his forehead and his mom still thought black scleras were high fashion. The physical eccentricities of the more magically inclined have long become normalized by the son of the Alsteins.