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"Apparently Maximilian's affinity-"

'Maximilian', seriously? That was his best comeback to the Eric jab? Weak.

"-and seeing how he has the emotional range of a wooden block-"

More like a wooden stake, preferably one going right through Eris' smug vampiric heart.

"-at the very least the little one is direct."

So he liked it when Max was direct, noted. The mage would have to make sure to be more forthcoming with his ever-so-polite opinions in the future.

It was too bad Max wasn't seated directly behind Eris, he didn't know how he'd explain draping his leg over the Retriever's to manage a kick to the back of Eris' chair. Oh well, he could drive the leech up a wall another time. He still needed to behave for the time being, at least to keep Cinnamon off his ass. Varis' stunt with the solar whatever-us earlier in Treaty Law was enough to tip off anyone paying attention that the count was playing a big game right now. Max wasn't against the idea of leeches backstabbing each other, but he didn't want to be physically involved unless he got the privilege of doing the stabbing. If he could fly under the radar until this all blew over, it'd be in his best interests. Hopefully Eris was smart enough to do the same, though he seriously doubted that.

Max glanced toward the Retriever while he played on his phone. Looked like... gambling? A bit odd, but it made sense; Cinnamon didn't seem like the type to give him an allowance every week. Still, you'd think a Starag would have some savings he could dip into somewhere. Did he get cut off from the family's bank account too when he got sold off to another house? It would be pitiable if Aaron weren't such a fucking tool. A wry smile crossed Max's face for a brief instant before he trained his face back into careful neutrality.

"Whatcha doing?" He muttered as he looked over Aaron's calculations, bored enough to not sound out of character but curious enough to not sound like he was forcing talk for the sake of talk. It wasn't a very rewarding scheme; either the Retriever just had a dumb hobby, or he was actually clever enough to be building up income that Varis didn't know about. Max was pretty sure it was the former, but if Aaron lied about what he was doing while in Varis' earshot, Max would have to concede that he at least misjudged the light mage for a total sellout.


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“Apparently the Arena Master doesn’t take kindly to rule breakers. I think the one who got on his bad side tonight is still underground. I can tell you more later if you want. Otherwise it was pretty standard, mostly a skill evaluation. Do you have any combat experience?”

Max doubted schoolyard fights that were broken up before anyone even landed a solid punch counted, and dodging energy blasts in a classroom sounded more like 'running away' than 'combat'. He never thought quitting karate when he was like eight would come back to bite him in the ass.

"No. This might come as a shock to you, but most people don't consider magical combat as a possible career path for themselves." He muttered flatly, looking over to Varis as the leech began impatiently trying to get them to leave. Seemed like a bit of a tight schedule to be on just to pick up a package, unless it was being personally delivered. Whatever, he didn't care, he just wanted this excursion dealt with so he could pick up his focus like he wanted.

The mage stood and followed behind the two vampires wordlessly, rolling his eyes at the crowd of fans started to get restless. He almost told them off until he noticed Eris too seemed to be intent on ignoring them as well. Either Cinnamon had him on a leash or he was eager to pick up this delivery as well. He hoped it was the latter; he didn't want to be under the purview of some loser that was at the beck and call of a Sinnenodel.

Max sat down beside Aaron with an unamused grunt. He really didn't want to talk to the Retriever and his prying questions any longer, but he figured sitting anywhere else would open him up to interrogation from some rabid fangirl wondering why he's hanging out with her favorite professional liar. At least he didn't have to look at any of them from all the way up front; though the view of the back of two vampires' heads wasn't much less rage-inducing.


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Max didn't even bother looking in Varis' direction as the vampire offhandedly berated him. Astorio chewtoy, right. As if that uppity goliath was doing anything but posturing to mess with Flower Boy. Though, Cinnamon clearly had pull around here if they were letting him teach a class, and getting into an altercation with him would hardly do anything to Max's benefit. He doubted the arrogant leech would even get properly offended; he'd probably write off any retort Max had as quaint. Better to keep his poker face and not reveal his cards yet.

His gaze lazily followed the undead duo as Varis moved to start rifling through the Retriever's wardrobe or something equally inane - vampires really were like prepubescent schoolgirls, weren't they? All they did was gossip and play dress up with their dolls. He shifted his eyes toward Aaron scrutinizingly as the light mage sat across from him. He hadn't spoken yet, but he clearly wanted to talk. Lovely.

The silence was awkward enough that Max was almost grateful when the Retriever finally talked. Innocent question, felt like small talk. All that suspense and buildup only for the Retriever to reduce them to bored wives forcing conversation in the kitchen while the husbands were off watching sports in the other room. What was he supposed to say? He was getting shot at? Some vampire was dangling him around like a chew toy? He discovered he had a talent for ripping chairs apart? None of that would do in a room where he didn't trust anyone.

"I had a... prior engagement. Took longer than I expected. Did I miss anything important?" Max offered the question at the end only as an afterthought. He highly doubted they covered anything of importance on the first day, if his other classes were anything to go on. At best they covered arena etiquette and procedures, all of which were no doubt mind-numbingly simple and were only covered for such a long period for the benefit of some scatterbrained moron that would disobey the rules regardless. Really he just wanted to keep Aaron talking so he wouldn't be asking prying questions.


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Max stared at Eris in his usual apathy as the vampire started manhandling his face. He was tempted to roll his eyes at the bizarre flirtation, but he figured a reaction was exactly what the leech wanted. He waited patiently to be released, then watched in similar silence as Eris typed out something inane on his phone. Max supposed the vampire probably felt slighted at his lack of attentiveness and decided to flaunt himself on social media so his rabid fangirls would shower him with adoration. Oooh, and he got to have his choice of focus as a treat, did he? The mage was tempted to just pick out the most expensive thing he could find out of spite.

Nevertheless, he shrugged and followed along as Eris continued toward their destination. He was placated; he'd have a focus and Eris would leave him alone if he had a friend to play with during their little town excursion, though he had no doubt whoever they were meeting was likely to be just as annoying as him. As they kept walking closer to the noble dorms, Max occasionally shot a curious glance toward Eris. The mage didn't expect him to be meeting with a Sinnenodel, of all people, especially for a simple package pickup. He was definitely playing at something here, though Max couldn't fathom what.

"How this relationship works is entirely in your hands, you can be smart and sarcastic and get punished...or you can be quiet and obedient and get spoiled. Up to you, I'll have fun either way." Excellent plan, try to buy his loyalty with trivial bread and circuses. Typical vampire.

"I was being honest, Eric. I figured not having to constantly guess at what I'm really thinking would be a welcome change from all the two-faced sycophants you no-doubt talk to all day." Max offered in an uncharacteristically helpful tone. He wasn't necessarily lying - being blunt was easier to him than playing with his phrasing to say what he wanted to without actually saying it. Plus, he wasn't entirely sure vampires could even comprehend the concept of 'honesty'. Eris might've thought it was a weird cake flavor or something.

He turned back to the door just in time for... oh, lovely, the Retriever. Count Cinnamon must be Eris' partner in crime for the moment. He vaguely remembered seeing them converse at the end of Treaty Law from around Victor's gigantic physique, but he didn't think anything of it at the time. Eris was in luck, it seemed; as amusing as making the leech look incompetent in front of Cinnamon would be, he'd be setting Eris - and unfortunately, himself by proxy - up to play nicely into whatever machination this smarmy Sinnenodel no doubt had for the night. Besides, Max was perfectly content to spend all night in complete silence if the Retriever was going to follow them around like a lost puppy. He could do enough sucking up for the both of them.

Max offered Aaron little more than an acknowledging glance as he entered the dorm. He wasn't entirely sure on the protocol here. Was he supposed to follow Eris into the study, or was he supposed to just stand out here and let them have their privacy? Aaron didn't give him any clues to go off of either, having run off to... somewhere. Was Max supposed to follow him? He decided to take his chances and stand in the entryway until told otherwise. Being alone in a room with two leeches sounded like torture.


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"It looks like there is a lot you need to be informed of when it comes to our relationship, but I'll have to set down the rules for you later. Fortunately for you, to town is where we are going tonight."

Max rolled his eyes. Yeah, yeah, no peeing on the carpet, no tearing up the furniture, be a good little doggy. As if he was going to listen to anything this D-list wannabe said. Other than that, he was content with the plan Eris presented. As long as he got his focus, he didn't really care where the vampire dragged him off to that night, bar whatever kind of pants-less, sordid affair this horny parasite would turn feeding into. The mage's schedule had been mostly cleared after his affinity had presented itself, given that he no longer had a reason to vigorously research magic anymore, and he'd yet to formulate a clear plan as to what he needed to do next.

There's one stop I need to make before we go. Come along, I'm not one to be late."

"Now that, I know is a lie. Or are you honestly gonna tell me with a straight face that your little entrance earlier was a pure blunder on your part?" Max questioned, keeping his eyes lidded and unenthused but arching a brow challengingly. He then shrugged nonchalantly, waiting for Eris to keep walking. "Don't leave me in suspense. You need to go shopping or something?" Max couldn't think of any other reason to head into town, especially after Eris had just arrived, but he supposed the actor's vanity could be pushing him to go buy a whole new wardrobe. That, or he just wanted to be seen in as many places as possible to get his fans talking. What a hack.


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Zach watched Richard's spectacle of an introduction with a curious tilt of his head. Sirocco seemed to mirror the gesture. The formality and gesticulation came off as a bit eccentric, but Zach put little thought into it. He was more concerned with the explanation the blond was giving. Toying with artifacts one didn't understand, especially if they hold a potentially malicious being, was an endeavor that was practically asking to end badly in Zach's opinion.

Though, it seemed like Richard was going about it in probably the safest way possible; he'd be under the oversight of the Academy while he studied the tome, and whatever demon was locked inside would have little chance to spread any corrupting influence with such a high concentration of powerful mages nearby. Zach couldn't necessarily fault him for wanting to unlock his family's legacy, even if it was likely the legacy of some foul warlock.

"But speaking of pacts, would I be right in thinking that you and Sirocco have a pact together, Zachary?"

"Ah, yes, you're correct. He's a good little scout, among other things," Zach scratched the owl's head affectionately as he spoke, "Though I do hope to expand my menagerie a bit while I'm here, my magical arsenal's a bit more lacking than I'd like right now. And just Zach is fine, if you prefer, I'm really not picky."

As the call to disembark came, the blindfolded boy gave a brief wave to the duo with his hand that wasn't supporting Sirocco. "I think that's our cue. I'll catch up with you later, maybe," Zach offered, though he was looking directly at Richard rather than Arael. Well, what passes for 'looking' when one has a magic blindfold on, in any case. He really had no intention of consorting with such a blatantly proud warlock, and he definitely didn't see himself and the girl getting along even if they did. Zach was a bit wary of Richard's own probably-demonic situation too, but not the boy himself.

Zach shifted his arm a bit as he turned away, signalling Sirocco to shift back to his perch on Zach's shoulder. He quietly exitted the ship along with the crowd, though he didn't go out of his way to avoid the duo he was talking to despite his earlier farewell. The instructors that arrived to greet them at the airfield seemed friendly enough, though none of them seemed to teach subjects he held much interest in. The mention of choosing rooms struck him as a bit odd, though. Was there a difference? He'd assume all of the rooms would've been identical. Perhaps location?


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"You are just adorable. You think I'm lying? What reason do I have to lie to you?"

Aside from the fact that Eris was a vampire, Max really couldn't think of one. At least not until he knew more about what Eris was even doing at this academy. The vampire knowing what Morrigan looked like wasn't exactly solid evidence, but without anything to the contrary to go on Max had to assume he wasn't lying. The administration could've at least informed him or something. Pretentious leeches probably thought he wasn't even worth the bother when they could just have his new master come up and tug on his leash.

"You all have a game, lying just isn't your ideal move this turn." Max muttered back, blatantly brushing off his shoulder where Eris had touched him. He'd go along with it for now, it wasn't like he could be punished for being deceived. This was a bother but a vampire was a vampire at the end of the day, it didn't really matter who was lording over him.

"I assume you want something, since you're not-so-subtly trying to drag me off in another direction." The mage stopped walking outright and finally turned to face Eris. He kept his face impassive and dismissive, like this scenario was a minor annoyance rather than an actual problem. In some ways, it was. Like hell he was going to squirm for another leech today, and besides, he was still on the lingering tails of a good mood after getting his affinity to work so splendidly. "If you're hungry or something, make it quick. I need to head to town and buy something I can use for a focus."

A focus was the primary thing on his mind right now, he had no room to bother with anything else. The progression of his magic was paramount to everything, and he didn't want to interact with leeches a second longer than he had to without knowing in the back of his mind he could skewer them on the nearest metal object with little more than an angry thought and a flick of his wrist.


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Max entered the arena just long enough to hear the vampire in the middle - Max assumed he was the one in charge - telling everyone to get out. He really needed to stop making a habit of showing up there right when the action ended. The mage promptly turned around and exitted the arena with minimal gawking. Wasn't like he could get a quick make-up lesson from the instructor when the only purpose was to knock each other around. Besides, he had better things to do.

The unexpected fondling he felt across his upper back seemed to beg to differ, unfortunately, and before he knew it some leech was hanging off him like a bad date and trying to drag him off on some asinine fancy. Max half expected Decagon or Decimal or whatever that idiot in the trenchcoat from yesterday's name was to be back for a second round of flirting, and definitely not that actor from earlier.

"Maxwell Alderman, I presume? I'm sorry to inform you that there's been a change to both your current situation and standard of living. Your former partner agreed to a buyout, placing you in my capable hands."

Max gave him a sideways glance, barely deigning to turn his head in acknowledgement. A buyout? Was he just a commodity to be bought and sold whenever it struck a vampiric whim now? Not that he could blame Morrigan, Max was hardly pleasant company, though he didn't think the Embraced had the balls to actually do anything about it. This theatrical hack must've given him quite the bargain. Or Eris was just lying. Vampires spun deceptions as surely as fish swam, and one who made an entire career out of adopting false personas and putting on a spectacle with them was doubly untrustworthy.

"What's your game here, Eric?" He questioned in a flat tone, deliberately messing up the name, "This is the first I'm hearing of this little development, so you'll forgive me if I don't take you on your word." Actors loved attention, it was the entire point of the stage. Blowing Eris off seemed like the easiest way to be rid of him, honest or not. Besides, Max didn't have time for this right now, he needed a focus first, then he could deal with whatever petty nonsense this leech was playing at.


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Zach stood a bit rigidly as he listened to the girl, more out of habit than anything else. What exactly was a 'Rarkel'? Some kind of spirit? No, it seemed like it was talking to her at that very moment; if a spirit were present he'd at least be catching a trace of it with his blindfold. Zach's face shifted from polite passivity to vague disdain. Oh, she was a warlock. And not one that sounded very 'in control' of her situation. This demon was probably playing her like a fiddle.

"I was just curious about the applications into my own magic," Zach started, a bit more tersely than before, "I thought I had a spell that worked with nature spirits the same way. Guess I was mistaken." He was hesitant to compare anything in his arsenal to a demon's handiwork, and he doubted this girl even knew how that spell worked herself. It would be pointless to conjecture about the similarities of the two techniques any further.

He easily slipped into a more lighthearted tone when he responded to her second inquiry, "As for the blindfold... this'll probably sound a bit ironic, but I kinda need it to see. Sort of." Not technically false; while he was quite capable of seeing without it, it just helped him see better. And if he'd conveniently left out the details of it letting him see mana, so be it. No need to tell a warlock too much about his tricks.

Zach then turned to Richard as the other boy seemed to be making a spectacle out of inspecting him, holding his gloved arm forward toward the blond. His owl, which had been more or less still beforehand, obediantly made its way down his arm to rest on the falconeer's glove, tilting its head from side to side as it began to inspect Richard in turn. The Witchhunter's Sight easily betrayed that the book Richard was carrying had at least some kind of magical properties, though the blindfolded boy couldn't tell what without seeing his spellwork in action. Maybe it was some kind of focus or a magic lock to prevent theft.

"He's real. I'm Zachary, and this is Sirocco. We're both very pleased to meet you." Zach answered in a much more jovial tone. Sirocco continued staring - he didn't look very pleased. Or... very anything. He was a pretty stoic owl.


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Zach's attention shifted upward as the disturbance in the air seemed to grow. Whatever it was, the magic around them looked like it was converging into a singular point above the crowd. Surely this was expected, given none of the security seemed particularly phased. Zach was a bit surprised to see a person manifest at the site of the spell, though. He couldn't imagine teleporting into a moving airship was easy, or teleporting anywhere for that matter.

When the figure reappeared again on the railing, Zach finally got a good look at her. Definitely foreign, given those eyes, which was a bit surprising given that Arkus Academy had just recently opened to the wider world beyond Cresia. She must've been a special case; no newcomer would be an assistant to the headmaster.

As Zach expected, this woman's antics seemed to be commonplace enough, given the captain's familiarity with her. No need to be unsettled, then. What was unsettling was the girl with a horde of specters following her around as she walked across the deck. Must be some kind of golemancy or horrifying-looking nature spirit, he assumed. Despite their wraith-like appearance, Zach doubted any necromancer would be so bold as to have an undead creature floating blatantly alongside them. Other students in the crowd seemed to be giving them uncomfortable glances, so he could safely assume he wasn't only seeing them because of his blindfold.

Curiosity got the better of him after watching her converse with another boy for a few minutes, and the blindfolded boy quietly approached Richard and Arael. He didn't catch what they were talking about; he was too enraptured by the creatures standing behind her.

"Pardon the interruption, you two," Zach started, his blindfolded gaze turning as he pointed rather bluntly at the reapers, "I'm just a bit interested in your magic there. I've never quite heard of a technique that makes something so... err, creepy? Is that by design?"


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