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FELIX HUGO FRALDARIUS | 24

Leave a message and I'll get it to Felix when I feel like it. Or just go talk to him yourself. What do I look like, your errand boy?

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Zoltan

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[rhapscdos]

Genesis arrives to the training ground with Rapier already brandished. The crimson blade sits on his hip, newly returned to him, and he's eager to have the familiar weight of the steel against his palm. There's a confident poise to him as he circles the edge of the training yard so as not to come up behind Felix while he's focused.

"Felix, I presume?" Genesis says once he's within the other's field of view. He's definitely smaller than Genesis pictured, what with the attitude and all. Then again, most people are rather small in Genesis' opinion. But he has a trained eye for combat, and even just doing warm ups, it's not hard to see the skill level is there. "Whenever you feel prepared," and gestures with a broad sweep of his hand towards the open yard to invite Felix to the real thing.

[bestswordmaster]

Finally, someone who doesn't sneak up on him or spy on him while he's training. He finishes his warmup with a final thrust and a shout, and then he lowers his blade to face his new opponent. Huh - bigger than he'd pictured. About as big as Dimitri, actually. Interesting.

"You presume correctly." It's only now that Felix realizes he never caught (or asked for) this guy's name. "And you are?"

He appreciates the willingness to simply move on to the main event without pleasantries or small talk, but even as he's turning to meet that invitation, his eyes land on Genesis' sword and he pauses with a gleam of interest in his eyes.

"Your blade is quite unique. May I?" He holds out a hand, hoping the man will let him hold it and look it over.

[rhapscdos]

"Genesis Rhapsodos," he gives a formal bow with the introduction. As he draws back to his full height, he arches a brow at the question. Glancing down to the blade at his hip, Genesis considers it. Normally he's quite protective of Rapier, one of his most treasured possessions, but supposes just letting the boy look will do no harm.

"You may. You'll find her forge-work masterful, though not delicate in the slightest." Drawing it up, he flips the massive blade over his palm to offer it to Felix pommel-first. Length-wise its nearly as long as Genesis is tall, and deceptively heavier than it looks. Genesis isn't sure if Felix is acclimated enough to magic to feel where the blade is dense with it, but if he is, it resounds as a very slight warmth.