[center][h1][colour=SlateGray]Edgar Quantus[/colour][/h1]
[@Rune_Alchemist][/center]

Edgar was pretty impressed by the way the dorm had been rebuilt, as if someone had pulled a previous copy straight out of the past. And it was even more impressive considering that after the fights there was hardly anything left of the boys dorms. The madman slinging fire and ice, coupled with the void prison pretty much tore it down, so it seeking it back up with quite the spectacle.

Of course, Edgar didn't exactly dwell on the architecture nor the magic used to rebuild it. He, instead, had some errands to run. First on the list was to grab some food from the cafeteria, because he was pretty much ravenous since the pervious night, despite not actually fighting. Second of all was to go thank that Synth teacher who took care of the eraser. And then he would have to drop by the mall to get some bits for an experiment he was planning. This time using a small amount of contritio, or at least what he could use after reading up and practising a little the previous night. But of course, it was food first. Never work on an empty stomach, as people used to say... Or was it something else?

The cafeteria was only a bit of a walk away from where he had been before, so he was there in no time. As expected of the time of morning, it was pretty crowded in there. People were already fighting, even in the early hours, and Edgar found it hard to wrap his head around. Normally people were civilised, and considering how expensive the food was, mist of them should have been nobles of some kind. It baffled him at how they could have so much energy, but most didn't apply it in their studies, or at least not the ones for studying the theory behind magic. They were surprisingly useful lessons, but to Edgar there was one that indeed stood out.

Runic Language.

Learning the meanings of runes, and how to read them. It had always been a bit of an aspiration of his to be able to read someone's runes to figure out what magic they used, instead of observing a physical catalyst. Being able to see and predict how a persons magic works had always jumped out at Edgar as something that could be invaluable in a fight, and so he pursued it.

He stood around in the queue, or at least something that vaguely resembled one, and waited to get to the front; something he honestly thought might never happen. However, it did, and in a decent amount of time. Upon arrival, Edgar got himself a nice, rich, meaty sandwhich, at least 5 inches long. With it in hand, he stepped outside to eat and enjoy the scenery of the school.

However, as he took his third bite of the sandwhich - quite a big one at that - he began feeling a negative presence. At least, it had a negative feel to it, but it didn't feel evil. Almost like it was charged with electricity, and it was coming straight to the cafeteria. 

He saw the dragon first, and then the Lightning. It was bright, extremely bright, and struck the yard outside of the cafeteria, followed by a descending dragon, electricity arcing over her body. From what Edgar could tell, the dragon-kin was just showing off, as was proved by her landing. The backflip was mildly impressive, but the gust of wind that followed the beating of her wings was too much. The sandwhich, a food item he was enjoying quite a lot, blew straight out of his hands and behind him, hitting a wall. He tried to grab it, but missed, and ended up catching the dragon-kin slip and fall on the grass. 

[i]My sandwhich... Nobody messes with my fucking sandwhich.[/i]

A dark expression crossed Edgar's face, and an ominous presence washed over him, causing people around him to step away. His pupils narrowed, and a dull pain spread over his infected eye. He lifted his head, and began walking towards the dragon-kin with an eerie look, all of his runes glowing dim whitish green. Upon reaching her, he realised what she was... A massive bitch.

[color=aba000]"Greetings, humans."[/color]

He was going to end up in a fight, wasn't he?

[color=aba000]"I, am Sorcha, Radiant King of the heavens and the Wandering Tempest of the North."[/color]

Almost definitely. There was to be no avoiding it after what he was going to say.

[color=aba000]"Yes yes, I know you are all hungry. I interrupted you at your lunch time, but your sustenance can wait. I simply require an answer to my question, then you may all be sent on your way. Is this perhaps Liseranna?"[/color]

He was going to kill her, or she would kill him. Unlikely.

[b]"No one gives a shit who you are, dragon-kin. You made to Liseranna, well done. Now take you tempest bullshit and leave. Because you don't want to know what I'm going to do to you,"[/b] he looked up, his pupils now pinpricks against the rest of his eye, [b]"After you ruined my sandwhich."[/b]

Well, he had done it. He had officially started a brawl with a mythical beast that pretty much claimed to be a God.

It was at that moment, as realisation washed over Edgar, that he realised...

[u]He fucked up.[/u]