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Bren knew there was someone approaching him as he felt the quiet rumble of Ajax pressed against his leg. The previously slumbering, or as close to sleeping as one of his spirits could get, wolf-like dog now had his head raised and ears pricked forward; small tendrils of blackish energy flickering off his form. He rested a hand on Ajax's head, [color=9e0b0f][b]"Easy now, we're all friends here."[/b][/color] The rumble stopped as Violet trotted up to them and he couldn't help the surprised chuckle at her calling his spirit [i]cute[/i], that was a descriptor he'd never heard used to describe them before. [color=9e0b0f][b]"His name is Ajax and yes he's one part of my semblance. There's two others, but it takes a lot of effort to keep all three of them from running amok."[/b][/color] 

He kept one hand on the back of Ajax's neck, he wouldn't attack unless he was told to but they did sometimes have mind of their own, and he didn't want to start off his time at Beacon with someone getting a finger bitten off. Normally he didn't let people pet his spirits, since they weren't exactly real dogs, but she seemed harmless enough. He didn't think he'd ever met anyone this excitable in his entire life, but there were all sorts at Beacon. He shrugged, [color=9e0b0f][b]"Sure you can pet him. He's not completely corporeal so it might feel a bit weird."[/b][/color] A simple downward hand gesture was enough to make Ajax's tensely coiled form relax into a more welcoming posture. The small pinpricks of yellowish light that burned in his eyes were still intently focused on this, as Bren now noticed, rather small girl in front of them. 

He set his reading to the side and sat up a bit straighter against the wall before holding out a hand to her with an easy smile on his face. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Name's Bren by the way. Bren Adalwolf. It's nice to meet you."[/b][/color] His father had always taught him to be polite to everyone and just because he wasn't under the watchful eye of his family anymore didn't mean he was going to let his manners slip away. Besides, if he was going to succeed in the initiation the next day, it wouldn't hurt to have a few people who knew him by name.