[center][h3][b][color=a36209]Edgar Delano[/color][/b][/h3]
Loom: Acadamy 
Noon
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Outside the acadamy, a man who looked like a cowboy came up. His clothes were dirty and worn, and he had the look of a man of hard labor. A large hat adorned his head, and workboots on his feet, and gloves on his hands. Oddly, despite being well used, not a single tear was found across any of the clothing, or signs of wearing out. 

His right glove was off, tucked into his belt, and he held a camera in it, taking picture after picture of the place.

Edgar Delano was preparing to enter the acadamy, after having saved his boss.

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“Da-yumn, this place is faaancy! Who dun imagine I’d be going back to school. Superhero school or whatever. I don’t even remember the last time I was at school.”[/color]

It was infact true, he couldn’t remember anything about school. Or really anything before he started working at 16, 4 years ago. He was trying to be excited about the event, the repeated flashes of the camera being proof of this, but something still agitated him. 

Edgar put the camera away, before pacing nervously a bit, and spitting to the side. His mood was shifting as he was still nervous.

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“Damn you Tony! I ain’t no student or nuddin like that. I’m a working man! Save your ass, and you damnwell fire me. Ya want me to be all scholarly like and stuff.”[/color]

Edgar tipped his hat, taking a deep breath. 

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“Guess I gotta in. What do I do if they say no too? Ugh….”
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Inside, the officelady looked strangely at the dirtily dressed man, eyeing him with the question plastered to her face ‘what are you doing here’.

[color=a36209]“Well, hello there pretty little thang. This where we sign up for this here acadamy?”[/color]

Her eyebrow raised, before she shuffled through her papers, looking for tan application form.

“You are aware of the dresscode here?”

[color=a36209]“Well, shucks, guess I ain’t dressed for no party. Can I get some of ‘dem clothes here?”[/color]

She straightened her glasses in annoyance, before telling him where to go.

A few minutes later, Edgar had filled out the paperwork, and walked out of the restroom changed into the the dresscode of the acadamy…. mostly. 

“Sir, you still have on the hat, and the gloves.”

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“Well, this is a place for superheroes, right? I need them to be super.”[/color]

“No, the Master Melody’s Academy of Fine Arts is a place where we instruct talented persons in the use and general application of essence for the greater good of humanity.”

[color=a36209]“So….superheroes…?”[/color]

*Sigh* “What instrument do you use?”

[color=a36209]“In...strument? I ain’t gay.”[/color]

“Tell me you don’t even know what that is. Why are you even here if you don’t know what this place is, and you don’t use an instrument.”

[color=a36209]“Well, tell ya the truth, I dunno. My boss told me I had to. That I had an ability he said could be helpful and I was wasting my time working.”[/color]

“And….what ability is this?”

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“Well, ma’am, I can harden and soften things. I can make my clothes harder than steel, or something really hard. Like I’m wearing armor.”
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“And what does this cost you? If you already know about it, you seem...remarkably well put together for a man of your...intelligence.”

[color=a36209]“Oh, this cost everyone some’ting? I thought I was a freak. Makes me forget things. Not that I could ever forget a face like yours, darlin’.”[/color]

“Just get to the cafeteria! Mingle with the students, and try not to sexually harrass the staff. You will have to meet with the principal, she'll make a decision about you. Other than that you should be good to go."

[color=a36209]"Yeehaw! Sounds like fun."[/color]