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(This is a private RP for Teralinth dKalin/Maquinar and Lucifer Force/Neruo. Please, no others post.)

Maq checked his direction against the setting of the sun again, trying to make sure he was heading in the right direction. This Neruo guy... The name seemed familiar for some reason, but he couldn't quite place it. If Tera hadn't told him about this whole "Secret Santa" thing, he might not have even given a second thought to meeting whoever this was.

Now, however, since he was supposed to be getting the guy a present, Maq knew he had to at least meet him. After all, how can you get something for someone you don't even know? So here he was, out in this weather again, off to meet some Feien who probably hadn't heard of him, either.

And there the house was, in all it's glory. Since he'd started visiting other Feien, Maq had never ceased to be surprised at all the different places their Bonds chose to live in. This place looked kinda like Tera's House before it burned down, but without all the tingly feelings he got whenever he entered the vicinity. Darting downwards, Maq headed for the front, searching for a sign of the Feien that supposedly lived here.

The motion of the garland caught Maq's eye, and he headed for it at a reasonable pace. Of course, reasonable for him was the equivilant of a bright red blur, as he came in fast and landed on the windowsill with a loud ripple of his cloth-like wings. He marked the orange Feien who sat there, careful not to smack the guy with his wing as he landed.

A broad grin spread across his face, and he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm hoping you're Neruo."

"The name's Maquinar, but you can call me Maq." Reaching his hand out, he touched his palm to Neruo's, but didn't clasp the orange one's hand. From the continued smile and the twinkle in Maq's orange eyes, however, one got the impression that lack of a traditional handshake was actually customary for this guy.

As Maq drew his arm back, he blinked, then laughed. "Well, ******** me! You're a Heat Feien, aren't you?"

Maq laughed again, the sound rumbling up from the depths of his scarred chest. Gotta remember to thank Tera for signing me up for this thing. This Neruo guy's not half bad. "And I just remembered that you're not my type." He shrugged, mock-apologetically. "No offense, but I like my snogs with a few more curves."

He folded his arms over his chest as Neruo looked him over, still grinning broadly. "Yeah, I'm Heat, too. But you can't really go by color." Those strange wings of his, currently hanging down his back like some sort of cape, shifted slightly. "I've seen Dark type Feien just as brightly colored as we are."

And then came that question. He hadn't really given much thought to his excuse for coming over; Maq did know that, in order to keep up the element of surprise in this whole Secret Santa thing, he'd have to have an alternate reason. Something still honest... "Your Bond and mine have met a couple of times. Mine figured it wouldn't be a bad idea for the two of us to meet." His eyes twinkled merrily; completely true. Tera had said it would be a good idea for them to meet. Spreading his arms out, palms up, "So here I am."

"Just a bit of a scuffle." His voice was a modest drawl, the faintest of shrugs appearing in the way he lifted his eyebrows as he spoke. He never minded talking about his exploits, after all, but it wouldn't do to sound like a braggart. Too much. "Of course, you should have seen the other guy."

He chuckled wryly, taking a closer look into the room, now that Neruo's Bond had left. "I'm strong enough, I guess. There are probably stronger Feien." As his eyes came back to Neruo, he asked, "How about you? What's your forte?"

"No worries; it was one of Ter's other critters. A nasty little ******** known as a Sigil." He and Kef had seen little of each other in the last few months, which made the whole "feud" seem a little lacklustre. "If your Bond gets a strange scroll of some sort, steer clear of it; you should be all right."

Arpeegee? What the hell is that? Despite his ignorance to the term, Maq nodded. Healer in the back row made sense. "Nice!" His grin was authentic; anything new was always interesting, at least until it proved otherwise. "I mostly work out, do a little boxing, help Ter with the horde... That sort of thing."

Reaching up to scratch the back of his head thoughtfully, he added, "I'm working on building my magic up so that I can manipulate metals, too."

"Not 'fights', exactly. I mean, I don't go out of my way looking for trouble." This was fairly amusing, given that he had come here to scout out what the guy wanted in order to get him a Christmas present, and here Neruo was offering him a gift. "If I run into someone my size willing to spar a bit, then I'll give it a go."

Maq grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, a sword, for the obvious reasons. But I'm sure if I get good enough, there are plenty of other things I'll be able to make." He knew that some folks weren't all for the whole "solving your problems with force" thing, as they called it; still, it was a skill that was needed. "If you want to give me something, that's cool. I think I can trust you."

Maq, not really one for wandering around other people's places, decided he'd merely go examine the tree closer. This whole "Christmas" thing still baffled him a bit, but Tera's explanation made sense. Give gifts to the ones you care about... Sure, but what about things like this "Secret Santa" project? Hard to care about someone you don't know.

This tree was different, too, from the one Tera had put up in their living room back at the House. Interesting.