[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1064032443553828874/CQrs.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]:  Training Room B
[color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Sword-fighting,  Perception, Peek-a-Boo,  Hiding. [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1064032443860004934/Screenshot_20210223-112042_Instagram-1-1.jpg]First Day Fit[/url][/center]
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Dorian was about to take another swing at Nemo when Zelda finally had decided to join them in the Training Room. His sword froze midswing, stopping to try and explain to Zelda why it was that he was attacking their team coach, but as his mouth opened to speak, Sabine came in at full force as she began to read Nemo for filth. Dorian’s mouth stayed open, his jaw dropping lower in equal parts horror and astonishment as she so effortlessly picked Poisson-pas apart without so much as lifting a finger. Surely he thought she’d join in with her fancy new She-Ra sword, but her words cut deeper than any blade either of them could wield. He recalled the old faded photograph of Nemo’s dearly departed love, something he’d meant to ask about later on down the road. But here she was, laying it all out for him, making Dorian that much more interested  in what had happened. As she spoke, he recalled what it was that he’d seen in the Astral Realm, a field of graves but only two of them were in focus for him. His arm drooped down, sword barely inches about the floor as he was now thinking about what he had seen. He had wanted to forget, to pretend it was all a bad dream, but he knew there was a timer on their head and he wanted…no [i]needed[/i] to speak to Nemo after this was all over.

Dorian paid no attention to Percy’s little comment, focused solely on the old man before him as questions burned inside him begging to be asked. Nemo’s words felt hollow, not that the old man wasn’t actually praising him, more so that they meant nothing in the end if his best friends were to die in a year's time. [color=CC99FF]”Yeah…I’ll keep that in mind.”[/color] he answered back as a single tear fell down mimicking Nemo’s. Dorian started to make his way  back towards Danni, just in time for Percy to shimmer out of view and place a finger gun to Danni’s back. He knew he couldn’t actually harm Danni with it, yet Dorian’s hands gripped his sword tighter nonetheless. That Percy would even think that was funny was…Dorian didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t sit right with him. Sabine’s voice cut in, threatening Percy before Dorian could even utter a word. It was then that he noticed his throat felt incredibly dry. The past few days had been too much, and he had no idea how to handle all of the information that kept coming at him at  lightspeed. Danni seemed to be fine, taking what Percy had done with stride, and clearly he was more than content to have Sabine in his corner, so for the moment he just felt…alone. He sheathed his sword, making his way back towards his cup of coffee, taking a sip as he sat down in a mess of emotions. [color=CC99FF]”Gotta agree wit’ D t’ere. You need more confidence in what you do or you’ll never sell it. Everyt’ing in life is a show and you need to give it your all wit’ some pizazz. Eit’er way…we did your challenge Poisson-pas, even if [i]someone’s[/i] was a bit lame and rude…Pers. So who’s t’e team caps? And why is it me and Sabine?”[/color]