[color=fff200]Leval Lamrue[/color]

A shiver passed through Leval's body, looking up he saw the Demon girl giving him a suspicious look, her eyes weighing him in slight confusion. [color=fff200]'I overdid it...damn!'[/color] He looked over his illusion and his fears were confirmed. Apparently, magic was seen differently depending on the person. For him, his magic was a thousand small threads stitched together to form a pattern or Weave. The Weave of his illusion was rough and rushed, loose strands of magic waved all around it, revealing a magical aura over anyone who gave him even a minor looking over. Internally, Leval groaned and reached again for his magic, focusing this time and spending time on the act of creation, he restitched his illusion together making the Weave almost impossible to notice. Such was the luxury of time.

He opened his eyes and glanced around. The succubi girl had wandered in at some point while he was deep in concentration and was resting on her bed, Leval could not tell if she was awake or sleeping. His eyes lingered a second too long appreciating the sight. He wrenched his eyes away and began to rub his temples allowing his mind to apply to his current situation. [color=fff200]'No distractions, think of knowledge.'[/color] His mind trotted back to the portal, marveling at its function and delighting with attempting to figure out its secrets. Soon, he too would learn its secrets. Of the lavish decoration, he wasn't quite sure how to react to them. His parents could never have afforded it.

He frowned then and pulled out his Connector. The device was simple enough for these times and it was a fairly inexpensive model, but it suited his needs. He could connect to the Realm Explorer and pull up any information he needed there, except for the secrets that could only be gained at Rosewood. He looked at the time display- only five minutes until midnight. He sat upright quickly. There were five beds in this room and only three were occupied. His on search for the door had taken quite sometime as the rooms were oddly difficult to locate. If there was another late arrival...

Leval sprinted over to the door, ignoring any protests of the noise from his roommates, opening it wide. [color=fff200]"4-C! Over here 4-C! Quickly only four minutes left! You have to get off the carpet![/color]