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(enter from training grounds)

The bustle of the bar scene was one that young Aruil was not familiar with. While obviously out of place, the teen felt no trepidation or embarrassment in the situation. Life had simply placed him somewhere new and it was his lot to accept it. However that did not mean the male did not stand out, quite the contrary. A young man that enters a bar and orders naught is quickly noticed by all. And Aruil knew it.

Having spotted a dark haired woman in red clothing, the human approached the stranger with a sense of purpose. With hands thrust deep into his pockets Aruil inquired, "Captain Pix Ban? Aruil bin Raheem, mechanist. I was told to speak with you. Unless of course I have addressed the wrong person."

Still standing, Aruil removed both of his hands from his pockets before shaking the woman's hand. Though he didn't want to be too formal to the wrong person at first it would only hurt him to be overly familiar with the Captain of the Guard. As the teen began to answer the question he couldn't help but note the copious amount of alcohol in front of Pix, "Pronta is a fine city ma'am. Difficult to reach, but the same can be said of most these days. There is nothing really to tell of myself ma'am. I am fairly unremarkable."

The look on the male's face was one of passive indifference. Aruil clasped his hands behind his back, still uncertain how to present himself to what was now his superior, "That is not to say I have low self esteem though. I merely respect my place in the universe."

The teen maintained his pose of hands clasped behind his back as he watched the woman clearly perturbed by his words. No emotion clouded his visage and even less entered his mind. This was a military officer seated before him that had no doubt seen many a battle and witnessed many great acts of heroism from common born individuals. He doubted she noticed life's rank and file anymore. What's more is the lack of familiarity between the two of them would likely cause mis-communication.

Aruil remained standing, "Ma'am I fear I've chosen my words poorly. I have no doubt that my profession is one of great importance and not easily mastered. However I am merely beginning my military application of machine working. To even compare myself to the likes of those that put together the tomes from which I'm learning would be a sin of hubris. To assume one is destined for greatness without any deeds to show for it is foolhardy. ...If I may speak freely on the matter."

The young man showed no signs of discomfort still standing before the seated Pix. The ways of his tribe had instilled in him a strong sense of hierarchy, "As for why I chose this line of work. I am not magically inclined and grew up away from the teachings of the blade. Working on mechanical components is what kept me fed in Pronta until today. And I feel that it is my duty to contribute to the safety that Yuran has provided me."

Aruil was quite certain that it was not the type of answer that the Captain was used to hearing. However he had nothing else to provide her and felt it ill form to lie to his superior so early in his career.

The young teen failed to see any great similarity between himself and the woman, however he was not so prideful as to instantly write her off as wrong. Taking her cue the boy seated himself on the stool beside Pix while listening to her explanation. To the which he couldn't exactly say she was wrong but it still did not seem to adequately describe him. In the end that truly did not matter so long as he was able to do his work in an acceptable manner to those appointed over him.

When the woman began speaking of her intent for him however he could only become interested. Such a concept was not one that he had ever considered. In fact he was not even familiar with the principle of DNA that Pix spoke of. Again though, that did not matter. As far as the male was concerned it was a task given to him from his superior officer. Seated with hands clasped on the counter, his eyes locked on hers, "If that is your order ma'am. I will make that the focus of my future training and development."

'A rank for making one small device?' The young human was in no small way stunned by the proposition. It just seemed to Aruil that he should have to do more than just that in order to gain rank. Regardless his visage gave away none of his thoughts on the matter as he considered the possibilities. After a few long quiet seconds of him simply staring at Pix, "I believe I can make such a thing. It's capabilities I cannot guarantee since I've never tried my hand at a device of that nature."

The teen removed himself from the stool and gave the superior officer a bow. With hands clasped behind his back again, "And I do not feel this warrants a rank ma'am. I would only ask that I be granted a tutor or permission to study the C-ranked Add-On Creation in order to access the other E and D ranked skills behind it. However I do not wish to make demands of you, only that you would consider it."

Aruil gave another quick bow and hurriedly left the bar. He wanted to afford no time for Pix to reply to him. His was not a position to make requests and he expected nothing in return for completing the job except to be allowed to continue. The last thing he wanted was for the Captain to feel as if she owed him, who had done nothing, anything at all. Or worse yet, to fire him for insubordination.

Academy for trainees? That sounded kinda boring. But, it was better than being drowned in all of these... creatures. One of them, especially -- oh god. She was the worst. He could just feel some kind of energy in her, and the angelic blood inside of him pulsed and roared whenever she made a single move. He could feel the desire to reach over and stick his blade into her throat. But, that probably wasn't the greatest idea. He rejected the urges, for this temporary moment. "Yeah, okay," he said silently. The Nephilim was still very unsure of all this, but he felt very susceptible to Gabriel's presence. Susceptible to the point where he really didn't want to leave it, and so the academy was where he'd be going. He clutched Gabriel's hand tightly, and stood up, pulling him along to the exit of this area. He glanced at the giant flower thing, and then at those disgusting - almost pagan creatures around him, and moved forward. [exit]

Michael Meridia
Energy Pool[350/350]
Rank[Trainee]
Strength&Speed[8/7]

Red...
A color you can't get from blending any other color.
It stands alone, like a naked flame.
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