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Well, this was a first. Ludo had never met someone whose steps made a sound similar to boulders hitting the ground. As the bigger boy's shadow casted over him, Isvelt stood behind Ludo to use him as a meat shield if anything were to happen. Meanwhile, Ludo narrowed his eyes and stepped forward to not show that he was some coward that was going to step down to someone who's just bigger than him. "You got that right," he said confidently before having the wind ripped away from his sails as soon as those teary brown doe eyes were revealed from that orange mop of hair
Huh? Ludo and Isvelt blinked a few times stunned before Ludo said, completely off guard, "Uh, yeah, let's go."
Holy shit, talk about judging a book by its cover. Now he just felt like an asshole. While rushing Ludo said, "I totally misread you. I'm actually so sorry about that. Uh, my name is Ludo, and this is Isvelt." He motioned his hand towards the royal. Oh god this was awkward. He totally though Maverick was some hulking brute, but he was just some gentle giant who needed glasses and probably a hug, not like he would give him one because that would be weird.
"I'm afraid that I must apologize as well. If I had known Ludo was going to say, I would've stopped." Isvelt said disapprovingly even though he knew damn well that he was the reason why Ludo had done what done just moments ago and received the dirtiest look from him. However, there was a spark of an idea growing in Ludo's head.
"How about this? Let's get you some glasses after this. Isvelt and I will cover the cost," he suggested with a grin knowing that he wasn't going to pay for shit.
Isvelt looked at Ludo like he had worms growing out of his ears. "Wha-?" He was about to say, but he was cut off by Ludo who quickly shoved the remaining fried pie of a sick deep into his open mouth, causing him to cough on reflex.
"In fact, he insists on it. He's a royal with more generational wealth than he knows what to do with, so there's no need to ever pay him back. It's the least we could do and it's the least he could do. After all, the royals do have a certain responsibility towards commoners, and I know that his character would never let him ignore a commoner in need." He looked back at Isvelt with a light in his eyes and shit eating grin.
The royal swallowed the remains of the pie before looking at Ludo with a dirty glare but knew that he can't back out after all the glowing remarks that were said. He also knew how badly it would've looked if people thought that a royal and his 'friend' were harassing commoners. "Yes, he's right. We'll get you the finest glasses."
While they were talking and walking the overly congested streets entering the portcullis, Ludo accidentally bumped shoulders with some random blonde on the street. He looked at her and apologetically said, "Oh sorry, my bad. You okay?" Ludo had no idea that she was a noble because she was dressed as well as any commoner.
Well, this was a first. Ludo had never met someone whose steps made a sound similar to boulders hitting the ground. As the bigger boy's shadow casted over him, Isvelt stood behind Ludo to use him as a meat shield if anything were to happen. Meanwhile, Ludo narrowed his eyes and stepped forward to not show that he was some coward that was going to step down to someone who's just bigger than him. "You got that right," he said confidently before having the wind ripped away from his sails as soon as those teary brown doe eyes were revealed from that orange mop of hair
Huh? Ludo and Isvelt blinked a few times stunned before Ludo said, completely off guard, "Uh, yeah, let's go."
Holy shit, talk about judging a book by its cover. Now he just felt like an asshole. While rushing Ludo said, "I totally misread you. I'm actually so sorry about that. Uh, my name is Ludo, and this is Isvelt." He motioned his hand towards the royal. Oh god this was awkward. He totally though Maverick was some hulking brute, but he was just some gentle giant who needed glasses and probably a hug, not like he would give him one because that would be weird.
"I'm afraid that I must apologize as well. If I had known Ludo was going to say, I would've stopped." Isvelt said disapprovingly even though he knew damn well that he was the reason why Ludo had done what done just moments ago and received the dirtiest look from him. However, there was a spark of an idea growing in Ludo's head.
"How about this? Let's get you some glasses after this. Isvelt and I will cover the cost," he suggested with a grin knowing that he wasn't going to pay for shit.
Isvelt looked at Ludo like he had worms growing out of his ears. "Wha-?" He was about to say, but he was cut off by Ludo who quickly shoved the remaining fried pie of a sick deep into his open mouth, causing him to cough on reflex.
"In fact, he insists on it. He's a royal with more generational wealth than he knows what to do with, so there's no need to ever pay him back. It's the least we could do and it's the least he could do. After all, the royals do have a certain responsibility towards commoners, and I know that his character would never let him ignore a commoner in need." He looked back at Isvelt with a light in his eyes and shit eating grin.
The royal swallowed the remains of the pie before looking at Ludo with a dirty glare but knew that he can't back out after all the glowing remarks that were said. He also knew how badly it would've looked if people thought that a royal and his 'friend' were harassing commoners. "Yes, he's right. We'll get you the finest glasses."
While they were talking and walking the overly congested streets entering the portcullis, Ludo accidentally bumped shoulders with some random blonde on the street. He looked at her and apologetically said, "Oh sorry, my bad. You okay?" Ludo had no idea that she was a noble because she was dressed as well as any commoner.
Huh, I didn't expect my joke about fair food to continue.
@Expllo
If you don't think that Ludo will somehow find a way to screw him over, then you're underestimating him lol
If you don't think that Ludo will somehow find a way to screw him over, then you're underestimating him lol
This will not end well.
The streets were a party, people flooded the streets like a dam that broke way. Hopefuls that dared to hope to get into the Magic Knights walked around with equal parts of fear and trepidation. Stalls lined up for as far as the eye could see, some filled with snake oil salesman, some that offered trinkets and other doodads, and then there was, well, the questionable. The latter would be where one of those hopeful Magic Knights would be, narrowing his sharp, cat-like yellow eyes cautiously before he looked back to the heavy-set vendor.
"And that would be...?" He asked hesitantly, pointing at a glass case filled with numerous and oddly shaped fried food heated by what was probably some magical device.
"Fried pie on a stick." The man responded gruffly.
Ludo's eyes scanned the glass case before he pointed to a strange oblong object that looked like it naturally had a handle but had a stick coming out of the other end. "And that?"
"Fried turkey leg on a stick." Because yeah, a turkey needed to have a stick in order for it to be eaten.
"Does it really all need to be fried... or on a stick?" Ludo asked, not exactly what kind of road that led a man down to deep fry slices of pie and turkey on a stick, but it must've been horrifying.
The stall owner glared at his very inquisitive customer and said quite frustratedly, "Look kid, it's what I do. Scram if you aren't gonna buy something. You're scaring away my business." There was positively, absolutely, not other customer waiting behind Ludo nor was there ever one before him. Ludo was his first customer of the day and probably will be the only customer of the day unless someone as morbidly curious as the aspiring Magic Knight was. Eventually though he ordered the two items in question and just left this strange, strange stall of fried foods on a stick.
Ludo hung around, munching on a piece of deep-fried pie on a stick. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, watching and waiting. He had been told to go ahead of his master and arrive. It was to prevent themselves from being noticed too much since it would have been a strange sight for a royal to share a carriage with a commoner such as himself. After all, he certainly dressed the part with his white collared shirt sloppily half tucked, his black jacket slung over his shoulder, navy blue pants held up by a loose black belt, and black boots that needed some serious polishing. Well, that's how he was told to dress. Under any circumstance he'd have to be spick and span for that master of his. Just the very thought of him made Ludo's face sour in disgust, or maybe that was the fried pie.
"You know, most people smile at festivities." A very familiar voice called out to him that only made his skin crawl. He turned and saw a very well-dressed young man with long icy blue hair and golden eyes, smiling ever so charmingly at Ludo. Ludo on the other hand wanted nothing more than to smash that damned smile deep into his skull. However, the only thing he could do was politely bow towards him.
"Greetings, young master," he said with a bow and as much courtesy and professionalism that he could muster. It never got easier doing this every single day for over a year, to bow to a man that was so damn disgusting. The very thought that his freedom was being held in his hands made his stomach churn and that certainly was not because of the questionable food he just ate.
The young royal laughed so light heartedly and waved his hand to dismiss the stuffy greet. "Oh, drop the formalities Ludo. We're friends, you can call me by my name," he said as if he was ever good natured about forgetting his status for the sake of friendship.
Ludo held back his glare as much as he could, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded. All he knew that the young master had an amused expression. Ludo sighed and said, "My apologies, Isvelt. Force of habit. I have not forgotten." Right, the plan. They were to pretend to be friends to hide Ludo's unsavory connection to their family, some cliche about being childhood friends since his father was an employee for his family, and more of that sort of nonsense.
Isvelt arched his brow when he realized that Ludo was holding something, "By the way, what are you eating?"
"Fried pie and fried turkey leg on a stick," he replied completely deadpanned and took a big hulking bite out of the fried turkey leg. Isvelt looked completely disgusted, as if he was watching an uncivilized creature rip a piece of meat off the carcass of a dead animal and shoved the entire piece in its mouth. Ludo, however, was unfazed. "I'm not sharing."
"I never asked!" Isvelt said exasperatedly. "Look, let's get registered."
For the first time since he knew him, Ludo actually could agree with him on something. The lines were long, and the wait was ever boring, but at least he had something to snack on and some mild entertainment in watching Isvelt's horror. Other than that, there was nothing else of note or to be more accurate, Ludo just wasn't paying much attention to much else except for the slow pace of the line.
Eventually he heard some faceless, unimportant official call his name. "Ludo Liszt! You're 209!" He received a wooden badge and pinned it to his jacket. He was hanging around some part around the coliseum with Isvelt.
"And now we wait." Once again, Ludo was stuck with Isvelt. "You know, I have to ask. What squad do you want to be accepted by?"
Ludo narrowed his eyes at the royal before exhaling a puff of air. "Why should I tell you. You're just going to give me shit for it," he said with the bluntness of a club to the head.
"If you think if I'm going to give you shit for it, then you're aiming high. So, what is it? Crimson Lion? Silver Eagle? Golden Dawn?" Involuntarily, Ludo twitched when Golden Dawn was brought up. "Oh, I think I have a better idea now." Isvelt wrapped his arm around Ludo's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't dream big. Just be a good boy and become a Magic Knight like father said. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your dad, would you?"
There was murder in Ludo's eyes. The only reason he had not tried to rip Isvelt's arm off his shoulder and then rip it off Isvelt's own body was the self-control to keep him from ruining everything. "Get your god damn arm off me or so help me I will-"
"You'll what?" Isvelt interjected, his supposedly friendly expression suddenly turned colder than ice. Those were the eyes that saw Ludo as something even less than a mongrel, a creature that deserved to be taught a lesson and needed one as to not bite his master.
Ludo's eyes averted away from the royal's; his teeth gritted in frustration. Nothing, I will do nothing."
"That's what I thought. You really overreacted to just some casual rib-" With no warning, he got knocked face first to the ground from behind. His face absolutely ate shit against the stone floor. Isvelt gasped for air as he forced himself up to see the one responsible walk away, a massive unit with orange hair and freckles. "Hey, get him back here! I demand retribution!"
"You can't fight your own battles?" Ludo asked with a mocking grin on his face before he rolled his eyes at the pathetic sight before him. There was no getting out of this one. Ludo turned around and with lungs full of air he shouted, Hey you, red rocket. Yeah, I'm talking to you! Get back here and apologize!
"And that would be...?" He asked hesitantly, pointing at a glass case filled with numerous and oddly shaped fried food heated by what was probably some magical device.
"Fried pie on a stick." The man responded gruffly.
Ludo's eyes scanned the glass case before he pointed to a strange oblong object that looked like it naturally had a handle but had a stick coming out of the other end. "And that?"
"Fried turkey leg on a stick." Because yeah, a turkey needed to have a stick in order for it to be eaten.
"Does it really all need to be fried... or on a stick?" Ludo asked, not exactly what kind of road that led a man down to deep fry slices of pie and turkey on a stick, but it must've been horrifying.
The stall owner glared at his very inquisitive customer and said quite frustratedly, "Look kid, it's what I do. Scram if you aren't gonna buy something. You're scaring away my business." There was positively, absolutely, not other customer waiting behind Ludo nor was there ever one before him. Ludo was his first customer of the day and probably will be the only customer of the day unless someone as morbidly curious as the aspiring Magic Knight was. Eventually though he ordered the two items in question and just left this strange, strange stall of fried foods on a stick.
Ludo hung around, munching on a piece of deep-fried pie on a stick. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, watching and waiting. He had been told to go ahead of his master and arrive. It was to prevent themselves from being noticed too much since it would have been a strange sight for a royal to share a carriage with a commoner such as himself. After all, he certainly dressed the part with his white collared shirt sloppily half tucked, his black jacket slung over his shoulder, navy blue pants held up by a loose black belt, and black boots that needed some serious polishing. Well, that's how he was told to dress. Under any circumstance he'd have to be spick and span for that master of his. Just the very thought of him made Ludo's face sour in disgust, or maybe that was the fried pie.
"You know, most people smile at festivities." A very familiar voice called out to him that only made his skin crawl. He turned and saw a very well-dressed young man with long icy blue hair and golden eyes, smiling ever so charmingly at Ludo. Ludo on the other hand wanted nothing more than to smash that damned smile deep into his skull. However, the only thing he could do was politely bow towards him.
"Greetings, young master," he said with a bow and as much courtesy and professionalism that he could muster. It never got easier doing this every single day for over a year, to bow to a man that was so damn disgusting. The very thought that his freedom was being held in his hands made his stomach churn and that certainly was not because of the questionable food he just ate.
The young royal laughed so light heartedly and waved his hand to dismiss the stuffy greet. "Oh, drop the formalities Ludo. We're friends, you can call me by my name," he said as if he was ever good natured about forgetting his status for the sake of friendship.
Ludo held back his glare as much as he could, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded. All he knew that the young master had an amused expression. Ludo sighed and said, "My apologies, Isvelt. Force of habit. I have not forgotten." Right, the plan. They were to pretend to be friends to hide Ludo's unsavory connection to their family, some cliche about being childhood friends since his father was an employee for his family, and more of that sort of nonsense.
Isvelt arched his brow when he realized that Ludo was holding something, "By the way, what are you eating?"
"Fried pie and fried turkey leg on a stick," he replied completely deadpanned and took a big hulking bite out of the fried turkey leg. Isvelt looked completely disgusted, as if he was watching an uncivilized creature rip a piece of meat off the carcass of a dead animal and shoved the entire piece in its mouth. Ludo, however, was unfazed. "I'm not sharing."
"I never asked!" Isvelt said exasperatedly. "Look, let's get registered."
For the first time since he knew him, Ludo actually could agree with him on something. The lines were long, and the wait was ever boring, but at least he had something to snack on and some mild entertainment in watching Isvelt's horror. Other than that, there was nothing else of note or to be more accurate, Ludo just wasn't paying much attention to much else except for the slow pace of the line.
Eventually he heard some faceless, unimportant official call his name. "Ludo Liszt! You're 209!" He received a wooden badge and pinned it to his jacket. He was hanging around some part around the coliseum with Isvelt.
"And now we wait." Once again, Ludo was stuck with Isvelt. "You know, I have to ask. What squad do you want to be accepted by?"
Ludo narrowed his eyes at the royal before exhaling a puff of air. "Why should I tell you. You're just going to give me shit for it," he said with the bluntness of a club to the head.
"If you think if I'm going to give you shit for it, then you're aiming high. So, what is it? Crimson Lion? Silver Eagle? Golden Dawn?" Involuntarily, Ludo twitched when Golden Dawn was brought up. "Oh, I think I have a better idea now." Isvelt wrapped his arm around Ludo's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't dream big. Just be a good boy and become a Magic Knight like father said. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your dad, would you?"
There was murder in Ludo's eyes. The only reason he had not tried to rip Isvelt's arm off his shoulder and then rip it off Isvelt's own body was the self-control to keep him from ruining everything. "Get your god damn arm off me or so help me I will-"
"You'll what?" Isvelt interjected, his supposedly friendly expression suddenly turned colder than ice. Those were the eyes that saw Ludo as something even less than a mongrel, a creature that deserved to be taught a lesson and needed one as to not bite his master.
Ludo's eyes averted away from the royal's; his teeth gritted in frustration. Nothing, I will do nothing."
"That's what I thought. You really overreacted to just some casual rib-" With no warning, he got knocked face first to the ground from behind. His face absolutely ate shit against the stone floor. Isvelt gasped for air as he forced himself up to see the one responsible walk away, a massive unit with orange hair and freckles. "Hey, get him back here! I demand retribution!"
"You can't fight your own battles?" Ludo asked with a mocking grin on his face before he rolled his eyes at the pathetic sight before him. There was no getting out of this one. Ludo turned around and with lungs full of air he shouted, Hey you, red rocket. Yeah, I'm talking to you! Get back here and apologize!
I'll try to get a post out tonight.
@Xaltwind
I wish I understood the reference and he'd definitely could pull the dress off.
I wish I understood the reference and he'd definitely could pull the dress off.
@Xaltwind
I'm sorry, this was the first thing I thought of.
Camilla: See something you like?
Ludo: Honey, the only thing I see is backpain.
I'm sorry, this was the first thing I thought of.
Camilla: See something you like?
Ludo: Honey, the only thing I see is backpain.
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