Celeste Azur
Cafeteria @Eragon @Jay Kalton
Celeste nodded at the Chimera named Mars, "I'm Celeste, call me Cel if you want - or est, if you're into that." He absently shoveled loads of food into his mouth. It wasn't very impressive, but at the rate he's going while not being fully aware of his actions is a sight to see. He'd think about that, but he's... preoccupied. Cel hummed, "My abilities are changing stuff, mostly water stuff. There's more to it but I don't want to think of Chemistry or Physics right now. I'm tired of thinking."
Meanwhile, the commotion, which involved three people, one of which was someone who had quite the reputation not unlike Cel - the infamous Ohon - got worse. In fact, if he really thought about it, Ohon was far more well-known among the older students and everyone else, really, that was in the institute. If they were new ones, they'd come to know Ohon sooner than later. And what way to make an impression in so much an Ohon Katann-like manner?
Ohon was best at being Ohon, Cel could substantiate that, while sobering and grounding his thoughts. It was ridiculous thinking, but when you're someone wandering the nooks and crannies in your mind, is was pretty sensible. Cel stoped shoveling food and took note of the fourth person involved in the debacle, his thoughts arranging themselves to their earlier point.
"He used magic? That'll earn him a reputation. Newbies are hardheaded, really." Cel mused, concerned about the one using magic and his reputation, not his well-being, or character for that matter. Just reputation. A fluffy haired newbie sat them, well, a newbie to his gaze. Her hair was curious. And she seemed to be paying careful attention to how the cafeteria fight's progress will lean onto.
Cel nodded at her comment. Yep, that's bad. Real bad. His assessment of the new person was right. She was really interested on how the brawl would go, a magic brawl, from the looks of it. With one just finished using some sort of barrier magic and whatnot.
"I wouldn't egg them on if you're thinking of doing that. The Institute is much like the video you all watched. Nice but not really. Aaaand, I think there's some rules? Yeah, there are rules. Silly." Cel stood up and scanned the crowd for the staff. Any minute now and shit's about to get worse, for the troublemakers, the active ones. Cel was sort-of one, just passively doing the troublemaking. Ohon, on the other hand...
He missed the crimson-haired student explain himself. Long-winded. So Cel didn't really care if he missed it. Too long. Attention. Limited.
