Tyki looked over at Nel and nodded at Ignis's explanation, sucking in and breathing out another lungful of smoke. Her disgust was understandable, really. Mistants got a raw enough deal without those whose imperfections you couldn't see being stuck with the indignity of an ID tag as well.
"It's ... an old law," he said, giving a shrug. "But still a law. Some people are trying to get an end put to it, though as many others are trying to make it so that everybody out of the ordinary is tagged, including people like me."
That wouldn't go down well, but it didn't stop people demanding it. To a lot of people, it didn't matter if you were the first or the tenth generation of people with the taint of Mist, you weren't normal and shouldn't be mixing with the general population. Mudbloods, some of the called them. Dirty blood. Those with the filth of the Mist in them, ruining and warping them, physically and magically. Some of the proper purity maniacs, like the Blacks, Malfoys, Lestranges and Carrows of Nagapur, had called for complete segregation, but they were considered extremists even by those who wanted tighter restrictions on Tags. He didn't fancy their chances of putting a collar on a von Überwald, though it could be fun to watch.
Überwald had been traditionally lax on tagging anyway. With the amount of Mist in the region, and the number of backwoods and small towns and villages out there in the region, many of those afflicted never travelled and never received tags. With Überwald's recent inclusion in the Niflheim Empire, some of their officials were trying to get them rolled out en masse to those who should be registered, but it was taking time and a lot of manpower. Funnily enough, the more men they sent out there, the less manpower they seemed to have. And less men, too.
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"It's ... an old law," he said, giving a shrug. "But still a law. Some people are trying to get an end put to it, though as many others are trying to make it so that everybody out of the ordinary is tagged, including people like me."
That wouldn't go down well, but it didn't stop people demanding it. To a lot of people, it didn't matter if you were the first or the tenth generation of people with the taint of Mist, you weren't normal and shouldn't be mixing with the general population. Mudbloods, some of the called them. Dirty blood. Those with the filth of the Mist in them, ruining and warping them, physically and magically. Some of the proper purity maniacs, like the Blacks, Malfoys, Lestranges and Carrows of Nagapur, had called for complete segregation, but they were considered extremists even by those who wanted tighter restrictions on Tags. He didn't fancy their chances of putting a collar on a von Überwald, though it could be fun to watch.
Überwald had been traditionally lax on tagging anyway. With the amount of Mist in the region, and the number of backwoods and small towns and villages out there in the region, many of those afflicted never travelled and never received tags. With Überwald's recent inclusion in the Niflheim Empire, some of their officials were trying to get them rolled out en masse to those who should be registered, but it was taking time and a lot of manpower. Funnily enough, the more men they sent out there, the less manpower they seemed to have. And less men, too.