[closed] Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

[magicmissile]

WHO: Rin Faolain, Samuel Crowley (108)
WHAT: Mentorship pls
WHERE: Regardi Residence, Falner Estate
WHEN: June 13th, afternoon
SAFE FOR WORK? Aside from Rin's potty mouth, yes
OTHER NOTES: Possible fanboying imminent

The Kaiser, Liandrin Delacroix, had told him that 108 of the Thrones could be his Mentor. Part of him wishes he would refuse so she'd take him up on his request, but it wouldn't really hurt to check this guy out first, especially if the Kaiser suggested him.

He was listed as the guy teaching his Relics and Magience class every Saturday. He really didn't want to wait that long before asking him, and his number really was listed in the directory, so...

He sends a message first.

SENT 14:47
hi i'm rin faolain, kaiser delacroix told me to look for you. are you free rn?

Comments

[oneoeight]

[Have a sort of absentminded-looking man step out from a door near one of the trees near you.]

Good afternoon, Mr. Faolain. You wanted to speak with me?

[magicmissile]

[ And since you (and that door) just popped in out of nowhere kind of literally and figuratively, effectively giving him a (figurative) heart-attack-- ]

HOLY Jesus motherfucking ffffffffffffuck my life, warn a guy when you do that, shit!

[ Might have staggered back a bit, arms flailing. Also dropped his phone in the process, thanks! ]

[oneoeight]

[He picks up the phone that you dropped with his mind, giving it a once-over to see if it's already Vice Tech. On seeing that it is (and therefore, is certainly not broken, or even scratched), he hands it back to you.]

Pardon me, but I've got a schedule [pronounced she-jul]. In any case, what did you have need of me for?

[magicmissile]

[ Staring incredulously. ]

Couldn't you have, y'know, fuckin' texted me back saying you're busy?

[oneoeight]

[Oh, right...

Have a sigh.]

Pardon me, I forget my manners, it's just I am drawing up the plans for an actively thinking computer virus and I get lost in my thoughts. Let's start over. [He holds out his hand.] Hello, Mr. Faolain. I am Samuel Crowley, numbered 108 among the Thrones. Please excuse my sudden appearance. Would tea appease your indignation?

[You're supposed to take that hand, Rin.]

[magicmissile]

[ In hindsight, exploding like that was a horrible first impression. But let's face it-- Rin was never someone with good first impressions. ]

Uh. I guess?

[ He reluctantly shakes 108's hand, because it'd be impolite to just let it hang in the air like that. ] Rin Faolain, but I guess you already knew that, and shit.

[ Awkwaaaard ]

[oneoeight]

[This face.]

Come, Mr. Faolain... sorry, what did you want to be called again? Rin? Come, Rin, I have an office in the Regardi Estate. We could conduct our business there.

[As he's speaking he's already drawing a ornate door into thin air and opening it.]

This is mostly for your benefit, I could just as easily pop us both there but it would be quite unpleasant for you to say the least. Shall we?

[magicmissile]

[ For a second, he wonders if this is how he'll turn out in the future. All quirky-slash-crazy and strange and conjuring doors from thin air.

Probably not. Hopefully not. Although, he can totally get on that quirky-slash-crazy train, let's be real. ]

...Sure. Doors are, uh, nice.

[ Well, at least he doesn't have to be kidnapped via teleportation again (Thanks, Estanislao Marasigan-Fukuzawa!) ]

[oneoeight]

[Well, once you step into that door, you emerge in an office that has a lot of what seems like self-maintaining alchemical setups and perpetual motion machines, hooked up (somehow) to banks of monitors. Everything looks chaotic, but of the organized chaos kind. His desk is quite neat, however.

He motions for you to sit as the tea set comes alive, preparing tea for two on its own and setting down a cup on a saucer for the both of you. 108 leans back, having picked up his cup, stirring it.]

Well then, Rin, I do believe it's time you told me why you wanted to see me, don't you?

[magicmissile]

[ It's like he stepped into a candy shop. Eyes bright and sparkling and fingers itching to touch everything. This is just so awesome. Everything in this room is awesome. ]

Oh, uh. Right! [ There was a point to contacting him, after all. ] I asked the Kaiser first, but she told me to ask you... Are you available? Like, not... attached?

[oneoeight]

[Have 108 chuckling dryly while making a show of checking himself for any loose cables.]

I don't seem to be, except if you mean to the Dovetailor, to which of course the answer is yes, quite.

[Smiling at you now.]

I suggest you clarify what you mean, Mr. Mastigos-in-need-of-training, sir.

[magicmissile]

[ This face. (the first part, anyway) ]

Uh?

I mean, that's exactly what I am? A Mastigos in need of training, and I'm asking you if you're free.

[ Oh, uh, right. He said to clarify. ]

To train me. And stuff.