[ Relocating to Heifong took some adjustment for Brickston; his father recently murdered by a political rival who had suspected ties to Space Pirates, his mother sent him away to a different system for his own safety. He enrolled into one of Heifong's most prestigious academies for science and engineering and was supposed to be a good boy. He was supposed keep his pretty blonde little head down and make his mother proud... for but someone who only ever knew his own privilege yet detested the rigid oppressiveness of upper class society he now had the opportunity for real independence and personal ambition.
He was not supposed to accidentally pick fights with the upper classmen by pointing out how their thesis on mana was incorrectly sourced and therefor completely objectively wrong. In front of all the other alumni. It earned him respect and ire all at once and the not-so-subtle promise for an after-school beating. Look, he can't be blamed for being more studious than them! Or more nimble than them as his lanky legs carried him through the market, weaving and squirming through the crowd while uttering apologies. ]
BRICKSTON BARTHOLOMEW PENDERYN YOU PONCY PRICK, GET BACK HERE! [ The voice of a classmate booms through the crowd, built like a Ctarl-Ctarl who subsisted on nothing but meat. Two of his buddies flank his sides, all adorned with the same school uniform as he. He needs to give them the slip. ]
Shouldn't you be re-writing your thesis?! [ Brickston is a mere 5'7'' and thin, build for finesse and not at all stamina. The most intimidating thing about him is his sassy mouth, or perhaps the eyepatch that covers a glaring scar that cuts across his eye and nose. Despite that lack of depth perception he manages to spot Melfina taking interest in one of the glass panes of the shop. He's not sure why he picked her, in all his fraught desperation, other than her cloak-styled outfit looked to be appropriate cover and she also the least intimidating looking person nearby.
He runs up to her and flips up the backside of her cloak and cowers under it, fingertips gently placed on her shoulder blades for the bare minimum of personal space this guise could afford, feet positioned precisely in the shadow of her legs. He desperately hopes she isn't going to scream or slap him which would give him away, easily. ]
Shh— shh, please I beg of you, I- I know this is unorthodox and intrusive and I'm very sorry— I've no intention to hurt you, but let me hide here for a tick while those brutes run by.
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He was not supposed to accidentally pick fights with the upper classmen by pointing out how their thesis on mana was incorrectly sourced and therefor completely objectively wrong. In front of all the other alumni. It earned him respect and ire all at once and the not-so-subtle promise for an after-school beating. Look, he can't be blamed for being more studious than them! Or more nimble than them as his lanky legs carried him through the market, weaving and squirming through the crowd while uttering apologies. ]
BRICKSTON BARTHOLOMEW PENDERYN YOU PONCY PRICK, GET BACK HERE! [ The voice of a classmate booms through the crowd, built like a Ctarl-Ctarl who subsisted on nothing but meat. Two of his buddies flank his sides, all adorned with the same school uniform as he. He needs to give them the slip. ]
Shouldn't you be re-writing your thesis?! [ Brickston is a mere 5'7'' and thin, build for finesse and not at all stamina. The most intimidating thing about him is his sassy mouth, or perhaps the eyepatch that covers a glaring scar that cuts across his eye and nose. Despite that lack of depth perception he manages to spot Melfina taking interest in one of the glass panes of the shop. He's not sure why he picked her, in all his fraught desperation, other than her cloak-styled outfit looked to be appropriate cover and she also the least intimidating looking person nearby.
He runs up to her and flips up the backside of her cloak and cowers under it, fingertips gently placed on her shoulder blades for the bare minimum of personal space this guise could afford, feet positioned precisely in the shadow of her legs. He desperately hopes she isn't going to scream or slap him which would give him away, easily. ]
Shh— shh, please I beg of you, I- I know this is unorthodox and intrusive and I'm very sorry— I've no intention to hurt you, but let me hide here for a tick while those brutes run by.