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Tycho managed to get fairly close to where the supposed elf was, close enough to confirm that he did in fact have pointed ears, and that was a crow sitting on his arm.

His observations were cut short by a shrill voice, nearly in his ear. He clapped his hands over his ears, and turned to look for the source, but instead found himself being pulled by his collar up against a very energetic woman. He immediately tried to free himself, by wrestling with her hand, but she seemed impervious to his attempts.

"Oooooooo what is this?? A sneaky sneaky boy~ You know this is what I love the most. What's your name here, sneaky? I think I'll call you sneaky from now on, it sounds so cute!!"

Tycho couldn't help it, he gaped, violet eyes flashing in disbelief.

"Sneaky?!" he repeated. He finally managed to free himself from her grip, and took a few steps back, only to have someone else grab his sleeve, say a few words to Javelin, and drag him back through the crowd, away from the temporarily forgotten elf.

"I see you've met Professor Lovinghal, what's your nickname?" the man asked.

Tycho was actually grateful for the rescue, but threw off the man's grip on his sleeve, and brushed himself off. He looked around, checking to make sure no one else made any attempts to drag him around via his clothing.

"My nickname? How is Sneaky a nickname? My name's Tycho, and, uh, thanks for getting me away from her." Tycho replied, looking the man up and down. "Who are you? Are you a teacher? Was that... lady a teacher?"

Tycho glared right back, undaunted by the sudden shift in attitude. This guy apparently expected people to worship every good deed he did.

"Yeah, I get it. I take it you don't like nicknames, either, Professor Ardanay?" he replied. "You also probably don't like being dragged around by your clothing."

The last bit was said with a wry twist, a not-so-subtle dig at the Professor's attitude.
He then thought about the Professor's question. Magic or Science? User or Research? Well, Tycho's immediately knew the answer but refrained from blurting it out. It was a reflex, really, and his outer body reflected the sudden guard. Shoulders hunched, arms crossed, and a sudden interest in a spot somewhere off to the left of the Professor. Well, should he tell him? The guy was a Professor, but Tycho's love of magic had been a closely guarded secret of his for a long time.

Figuring the guy would probably be more perturbed by his silence, Tycho met his eyes.
"I want to meet other races." he said. "So I guess that would be magic research."
He said it with an odd defiance, as if daring the Professor to laugh at him.

Tycho grinned inwardly at the Professor's own not-so-subtle dig. On the outside, he gave no sign whatsoever of having heard the remark.

Well, that's good that you have some sort of reason to be doing Magical Research because you're not going to like what I have to say..." Professor Ardanay began.

After a few moments, Tycho realized that the Professor was intentionally withholding information, and smirked.

"Then don't tell me." he said airily, and turned to leave. Two could play at that game!

Professor Javelin? Who... Damn.
Tycho, while he continued walking, winced nevertheless when he put two and two together. He was going to have to learn from that lady!? The one who nick-named him Sneaky!?

Tycho shuddered, violet eyes scrunching shut for a moment. It was long enough for him to bump into someone.

An inelegant "ack!" escaped his mouth, and then he found himself sitting on the ground. He looked around, curious but unapologetic, to see who he'd run into.

This produced a light laugh from the young boy and his eyes glimmered in a manner of pure amusement. He was loathe to end the conversation and even more disinclined to give up sight on the bird. If they were such amazing creatures he would certainly want to know why. There was just something about knowing how things worked that made him happy. It was a habit if not anything else. Silence echoed in his ears as his laugh fell off, it was if there was to be a big explosion shortly.

And there it was! Lo and behold the rude boy from the ship had banged right into the Professor. A frown crossed his lips and instinctively he held out a hand as if to help or steady the elf, however he was still a bit too far away. Another little quirk up his sleeve: never ever get too close to someone, literally or mentally. Betrayal was at the heart of every relationship, somehow. He had found that most of his life he'd been given out. He had trusted Charlie to be with him forever. Charlie had died. He had trusted his parent's and Nana to keep their promise. They didn't. He had believed he could live a happy life with his Aunt and Uncle... they shipped him away. It was a wonder he could even smile, and smile true too.

What had been the boy's name? Ty...Tyler? Tico? Teyche? Tyc.. Tycho! That's it. Folding his arms back delicately he eyed the boy. A scavenger, a thief. Everything about him set his well-groomed sense aflare. There was nothing to be said, but he had to be courteous despite the more obvious rudeness in the other boy. "He looks alright Professor, but what about you?" His eyes glanced back to the elf, whom he was more concerned over. Teachers care about their students, if only that they'd get in trouble otherwise. The boy who'd fallen... he looked like he didn't care a wit about anyone else except how much they interupted his life. It wasn't that he was being snotty or stuck-up, it was simply that he dislieked people who couldn't even apologize.

"Ah, don't worry, Nathaniel. It would take a lot more then just a teen running into him to hurt professor Araquenosse." Gregs smile had been toned down a little, but he still seemed happy to be talking to everyone. He looked over at the other boy after he gave that comment and then glanced at the other professor.

"Ah, so another one falls into our trap. Good." He said rolling his eyes. "Anyway, do you need some help?" He asked, extending his hand to Tycho.

Elf...
He'd crashed into an elf.
Tycho could honestly only stare up at the culmination of all his scarce childhood dreams, eyes flickering from the pointed ears, to the slender, graceful figure, the complete lack of facial hair.

He wasn't even really aware of the other teacher stepping forward to help him up, he simply took the hand that was offered and rose ungainly, feeling decidedly clumsy.

"Uh, T-thank you. I - uh..." he managed to stammer out, eyes flicking momentarily to Gregs, memorizing his features, and then lasering straight back to the elf's, Araquenoss. He was staring. Something about staring... what had Atticus said about it? Oh. It was rude. That's what he said. With a sudden wrench, Tycho forced himself to look elsewhere, and found himself quite close to Nathaniel, the clockwork boy.

"Hello again." Nathaniel said, wearing an expression that seemed to say that he was concerned about Tycho's fall. Oh yeah, he had fallen hadn't he? After he'd run into the elf. Wait! He hadn't hurt Araquenoss, had he!?

It was one of the very few occasions where Tycho actually felt remorse over something he'd done. To harm a human, well, it happened. But to harm a representative from another species, one he'd wanted to meet since he'd first read about them... Tycho felt something twist in his gut. Had he been more familiar with the feeling, he'd have been able to name it as guilt.

"Hello." he replied, finally. "Um, would you please excuse me for a second?"
Not waiting for a reply, he turned back to the Araquenoss, summoned everything he could remember about Atticus's lessons in manners, and bowed to the elf.

"I'm very sorry about running into you, sir. I hope I haven't hurt you." he said, trying very hard to pour sincerity into his voice.