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I don't know why, but the boredom is killing me slowly
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Well, my guy is English, so being a little bit tall isn't that all bad.

That been said, I haven't added his height yet.
Garuda Pacifier



He was quite early for class, but was not early enough on campus so that he could head out and have a training session at the dueling arena. As the dual factors uncomfortably occurred simultaneously, an inevitable result came to bear: boredom.

Garuda could not afford to fall asleep, but there weren't many who were willing to strike a conversation with the techno-mage, so it was a literal nothing to do, just squandering and killing his time on things that he shouldn't be doing for his path to becoming a warrior. It was simply a waste of time. There was a Dark-Elf who then walked into the room, but apparently, he also wasn't the type to maintain a long conversation, even if Garuda actively sought for it.

Then, after like a medium-eternity, another being walked into the classroom. This time a person with red skins. It didn't appear to be dyed, but rather the natural skin of his species. If his memories did not play a prank on him, the species that this man was originated from...was Tiefling.

"Interesting..."

He had heard stories about Tieflings. About their destructive magical capability. Some of them were true. Some were altered by dimensions, space and time. But two things were certain for the techno-mage, was that Tieflings should be approached with respect, and that this man in front of him glimmered as no less than a worthy opponent. He might be the nearest to becoming the one like Alister, one who could satisfy his thirst for battle and glory of victory. It had been too long, too too long, ever since Garuda had had any worthy adversary. His desires and wishes for it had bottled up considerably. And hopefully, this Tiefling would be able to slake it. Or, at the least, gave him an interesting conversation until class time.

"Greetings." Garuda gestured his greetings, as a sign to invite him into a conversation, and hopefully will fledge into a rivalry.

@hagroden
Give me a seat. This is cool. I am thinking of a more tactical villain, basically using political, economical or emotional maneuvers to get people to achieve his plans
ACION



"You have my gratitude."

Acion replied, as Hitomi then joined the dining table. The winged boy was about to head out when Michiko called for him, and everybody else, to take the dinner to the tables. Well, there was no reason not to help. He took two of the dishes, one of which was the pickles he had, by some miracles, 'manufactured'. Looking at his creations again, he couldn't help but cringe a little. If this went on beyond his school years, he would have a few choices, and not a single one of them was easy. He could spend his entire life eating at restaurants, but he would need a hefty amount of money for that. Or he could get someone to cook for him. But who? His big sis? She's even worse. Legends told by his mother about her cooking had some exaggeration, but even legends had some truth to it.

Acion shook his head, trying to shake off the worries off his mind as he arrived at the dining room. It was glamorous and extravagant but Acion wasn't very surprised, after all the infrastructures, facilities and stuff that he had seen and used. Inside the dining room were some familiar faces, and a few not so familiar, but were all Hero students. Noting his current status right now, he didn't really think about it until now. He was actually living among hero trainees, and many future heroes. It slightly put a frown on his lips. It wasn't that he was concerned about his capability. He was more than confident enough to say that he could pass this course without exerting too much of his limits, and that he could potentially go solo against multiple students at once. He was frowning because of future achievement, worried and concerned.

Yes, that incident earlier.

A part of his wings still stench of the boy's own blood. A small part.

It was a terrible start of his own Hero journey. He wondered if it would continue that way onward, or would it get a lot better? Either way, he couldn't help but put on his 'not usually seen' aura of anxiety, and slight sadness. On until he sat on a free seat nearby.

@Silver Carrot
@Zelosse Ok sure. He wouldn't dare XD. Moved to the character tab. But now I have a question. So Kirito or any of the original cast won't make an appearance. So for the record, we are not gonna head for the boss clear of floor 1 (or floor 75, if the RP survives long enough)? Since I can probably say that not only my character, but some others would be willing to take part in that.

He is a programmer at Argus, but he does not know much about the game for the sake of it. Just the interface

ACION



Acion was about to head out of the class to patch up his hand when a girl with familiar features of sheep walked in, seemingly was there for the dinner. If his memory wasn't wrong, she was in Quirk Application with him, and had introduced herself as Hitomi. As soon as she saw his injury, her expressions glimmered with worries. He somewhat already had an intuition of her motherly and kind nature, but wasn't expecting her to go that far for such a minor injury. But still, he was offered help, and she would probably be a lot more skilled in these kinds of things than him.

"Ah, thank you. I can do it myself, but if you insist."

@Silver Carrot
ACION



Not long after he finished his work, there were already two testers to his creation.

The first one was Michiko, who seemed to get that he was not a good cook at all. She picked up one of the pickles and took a bite of it. And then she gave one sweet smile, a giggle and one short line for a review.

I think you killed them….

Acion inclined his head almost automatically, like a robot. He'd expect no less. To be honest, that was probably the most impressive reaction he had expected.

The next one came not a few minutes later, and it was a small girl with pink hair, Tomoe. She acted rather fluffy and like an energetic dodgeball, poking her head to his side while asking what he made. She then simply took one of the pickles and took a bite. Her expressions suddenly alienated...to his expectation.

'Ok, it's not something to be sad over.' The winged boy reassured himself.

It was not in his expertise. It was not something he was used to, or had any sort of natural talent on it. So it was actually a relief that he didn't fall into the malicious category of a 'lethal chef', where every single creations of these people were a form of a lethal biological weapon. He should be ok...

"I really have to patch my hand up."

The cut was not very deep, but if he just keep it like this, who knows if he would get a blood infection over this...
Interested. Give me a ticket for it.
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