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Addressing [@Astarte]
Indirectly Addressing [@Mr President][@AThousandCurses]

[center][h2][color=00FA9A]Kelemen Valentin[/color][/h2][/center] 

[Center]Budapest
District II - Near Mechwart Park[/center]

The past few days had certainly be a blur for the young child - although considering what he had plunged himself into, that could hardly be unexpected. Far from the speechless heroes he had inherited from his families, he had called into this world a living, breathing legend of the past. A figure who had achieved great things in life, immortalized in legend and mythology for their deeds.

He was in the presence of a real hero. 

As such, even the usually excitable and energetic Kelemen was uncharacteristically subdued at first, trying to figure out how to approach this larger than life figure. That had been a few days ago, however, and now the eager young master was showing his new partner around the city, showing her all of his favourite spots. With an excited spring in his step, he held the hand of his companion as they walked through the streets together, with his free hand gesturing towards a park in the midst of the buildings. From what anyone would see, it would be the exact image of a young child leading their older sibling or parent along on a pleasant adventure. 

[color=00FA9A]"And that right there is Mechwart park!"[/color] Kelemen said in an excited voice, pointing at the garden as they walked. [color=00FA9A]"I don't usually come here, but sometimes- ow!"[/color]

Suddenly, the steps halted. Letting go of his partner's hand, Kelemen gingerly held his right hand with his left, his eyes wincing in discomfort. 

[color=00FA9A]"My hand hurt for a moment."[/color] he explained, almost apologetic he let go of his partner's hand for a moment. [color=00FA9A]"I'm not sure why... I feel like the crest is hurting!"[/color]