There was a point to be taken by words spoken in knowledge and in gest. Something that could be heard by the tone and yet Emil never did very well with 'teasing' people. No, in fact he was horrible with them. He wished he could say otherwise, but it was true. The fact being that, with Ratatosk in his mind, he could never fully feel 'at ease' with such a thing. Even as he got used to it from certain people (Tenebrae being one,) anyone else seemed to make him just feel out of place.
Though he was strong. Stronger than most to the seen eye. Closing rifts was not the only thing that touched this boy's finger-tips but the life-blood of the world, this planet alone. Mana conservation, shifting it easily with the creation of life itself but hidden to those without the knowledge to pluck it from his lips.
Green hues drifted away, still far away from the other's, attempting to keep quiet as he chewed upon the inside of his cheek still. Still in his attempts to try and be 'ignorant' though he truly was not. He could never be with the voice that's tone was strong and harsh. The one who's powers he'd been helped and created by so many times in his journey.
The other's showing of knowledge it had been Emil made the boy's head dip low. The cowlick which rested atop blonde strands seeming to wilt with the motion as well. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled, once again. This one was for lying to the elder, even if he secreted away a being of equal age to the person in question behind a barred mind.
Tch, you sound like a broken record- could ya just stop?
Emil didn't react, instead just letting the insult pass over him like water as he shifted on his feet. "Th-this ... uhm, I'm n-not used to this sort of thing." People knowing, realizing, understanding what was happening and then just giving playful quips towards the person they knew was responsible. "I'm Emil... Emil Castignier..." But not really.
The child who bore this name was most likely dead. Gone for two years since the purge at Palmacosta. No, the one who wore this face was truly merely a summon spirit who'd taken the name Emil. He'd not even taken the guise of the boy, instead he wore the face of one Aster Laker. A person who'd also passed away those two years ago, but for a much different reason. And that reason--
You gonna sit there and think all day or talk? This dude's dangerous ya'know! He's ... weird. I don't think he belongs anywhere. Not really. Don't feel like it.
That caused for alarm however. If Ratatosk couldn't even place the other ... "What are you doing a-around here?"
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