[b]Thomas Law - [color=lightblue]THE BLUE STAR[/color][/b]

Brave Passion clashed with the golden mecha for a moment, the humming of the two beamsabers pushing each other made the bout all the more real. Outwardly the youth eyes narrowed, realizing the difference between this man and other Gunpla Battlers he had met so far. This one had some experience under his belt, that much was obvious from his quick block, but was enough to beat him? that was the real question. 

As his opponent broke away from the clash, he lowered his four-petaled shield to block the kick and let him burst away. He wasn't into chasing, at least not usually but this guy could actually offer him a good fight. It would had been easy to impale the protruding leg but he didn't want to end it too quickly. [i]With that mode-change, he's definitely quicker but not by too much. Me and my sister did a good job with this Gunpla and its not just for show![/i] he thought aloud. 

The blue-horned Unicorn sped off towards the Asteroid, Byzantine hid behind, the radar on the interface bleeped more the closer he got. He held his shield up in case of fire, laxed his hands on the controls in case of emergency maneuvers, and held his beamsaber off to his side. "You won't beat me by simply looking. Its experience that really teaches the soul. It's a quote from my sister, you should probably write it down."



[b]Diane Law - [color=red]RED HOT[/color][/b]

Walking aimlessly through the campus was a beauty of a woman. Red hair tied up in a messy bun, her golden eyes were prodding the ground for something missing. She had lost it. She had freaking lost it and it was the latest volume too. Here she thought she'd get a good read in while waiting for her Narutard. 

She smoothed out the formal dress she was wearing for the meeting with Thomas' principle today, mother couldn't make it and neither could Luke. So she was the next best thing, of course she would had done a better job than [i]Luke[/i] anyway. Looking up, she pulled a strand behind her ear and spotted the cover of her magazine in a boy's hand. With an exaggerated yelled, she sprinted off towards him, her steps perfectly balance in the heels she wore. Smoke was thrown up behind her as she came to a stop and heaved in front of him. 

"You! you have my magazine!" she huffed, cheeks blown up and oddly cute. "Its really expensive and I had to fly it out from Japan, please give it back."