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Rodin took a deep breath as he walked off the battleground and made his way back to the stands. He could feel it, the stares of spectators and of his peers. Some held awe and respect while he could feel the contempt and fear stabbing him in the back. Well, that was what was expected. It was childish, slapping the brat until his face and his own hand was raw, but it was a message and he believed that message was unequivocally received. Things were definitely about to become much harder, but that's nothing to what he had already experienced. Not like he needed that experience though. 

It was frustrating. Fighting Beckman made him realize that even before this he could've beaten him quite easily. So why the hell did he ever get in his own head? Hindsight was a bitch. [color=ed1c24]"I really was such a fool."[/color] The half elf chuckled bitterly at his own regret. 

Heavy footsteps were heard by his elvish ears as he made through the crowds of students in an attempt to return to his seat. Someone was rushing towards him and the face through the throng of students until a familiar young man stood in front of him and asked him the very question that under any other circumstance he would have asked too. Still, it had done nothing to dull the shock that Rodin felt. Not from the fact that he was even asked the question, but the fact that he was asked in a place with prying ears.  

His eyes just for a split second were filled with surprise and his muscles tensed though it was replaced with a well trained smile. [color=ed1c24]"Greetings to you Ferrucio."[/color] He bowed politely [color=ed1c24]"You must've dreamed up quite a fantastic dream, dear cousin, though it is quite a coincidence since I had the same dream as well. However, one could hardly say that this is the setting to talk about such things now is it?"[/color]

While it would have been easy to brush off Ferrucio, the poor bastard didn't deserve it. In a way he could relate to him. They were both mongrels so to speak with Ferrucio a bastard child and Rodin being a literal mongrel born between a human and elf though he could say that his dear cousin drew the short end of the stick from what he could remember. [color=ed1c24]"Why don't you come with me? I'm sure mother and father would be happy to see you. Well, if you can bear what I will anticipate to be an unpleasant atmosphere thanks to Uncle Sylas and company, but that's nothing new."[/color] He chuckled knowingly. 

His eyes focused on another particular familiar figure. One that he had sparred with quite a bit back in his first life. Rodin shouted, [color=ed1c24]"Lucas! Come over here! We have much to talk about!"[/color] The half elf waved his other cousin down.