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As the shimmers and gliding sounds of sweeping dust entered the air in a gentle echoing breeze the once immobile young man started to twirl the various organic devices within in his own neck, tearing those set of glowing and neon light filled orbs to the direction of the sounds of movement that only got louder as time went by, it was not long before these said sounds of gliding became more defined and the tiny tints of metal and heavy weight being shifted drifted into his ears and thus in reaction the young man straightened his head more. The flocks on his mixtures of hair blocked some of the over bearing pillar of light that extended from the summoning materials of the windows skin, casting the light purely on his back now as he sat up straight with his spine arched in a disciplined and alertive manner when the distant image of a massive, metal monster started to move towards him in a rather quick pace. Mew's eyes narrowed for a split second as he focused his two shining observers at the approaching fellow before realizing the identity of the foreign creature and simply started to brush his fingers across the books pages before touching the sides with the tip of his joints and then gripping it with a clench of his knuckles before lifting its cover to a close, he repeated this action with each of his books that was now still open before him, shutting off the flow of information one by one while even giving them a final glance as he kept his attention on the nearing king, Murlocto.

He remained still for a moment as he clambered his eyes up and down the metal instruments that now were hugging the royal xenos body before turning his neck towards the black kissed cover on his lap while the other books each was quickly hovered away by the spherical servants he controlled, each shining up in the light as they reflected off the rays that broke through the window as they swiftly pushed the vessels of knowledge into whatever empty slots were available in the vast towers of book cases that stood on each of his sides. Memma remained rather curious in his gaze, although very adult in spirit in many ways he was still a child and that fact was obvious by the sudden increase in the width of his eyes, whom now was rather large like a set of dinner plates when he scanned the figures frame but this only remained there for a moment as his orbs had begun to glitter as such eyes do when filled with youth. After forcing himself to stop and regaining a questioning inspection of his master the formerly used book in his lap was quickly ganged up by two of sphere at a single time which both let out a gentle hum of hovering as they went by each of its sides and drifted upwards to the very top of the left bookcase as they returned the pages to their previous default position. A second past or so, just enough to let the silence of the personal sanctionairy take affect before the Multi-limped Alien was close enough to talk. His words were taken swiftly and as he said such verbal pleads for aid, the boy slowly let the number of minions move themselves up and thus acting like a slide, forcing him to take part with gravity and fall to the ground with his feet as the spheres went in a vertical manner.


A small "uh" broke out from his throat in his typical child like manner, finding it hard to add that sly and bravado filled cocksure under tones he normally would have when falling to the ground. While the little boy fell the glimmer in his hair band went into a heavenly, divine white before returning back to a pale snowy colour when greeted by the monsters shadow, his clothes also sliding up and revealing his stomach slightly along his elbows as the wind beat against his body before falling back down again to cover his immature frame. Mew took a short breath as he stood before the giant being before him and only raised his right hand up in a casual and relaxed manner at his cowl, shuffling the design side to side slightly when it had wrinkled along with went out of uniform from the fall. After having adjusted himself he look upwards at the man with his runic, mysterious but yet innocent eyes and simply let out in a somewhat soft and sweet tune "What is it, uncle Murlocto?.." in question to the previous said sentence from the king.