[center][h3][color=#535d60]Felix Lancaster[/color][/h3]
[color=#535d60]The Magnet Mage[/color][/center]

Felix had spent the two days mostly training and decorating his room. He hadn’t had much as far as things when he had arrived, but the rest had been at a camp site not too far away. He had a bit of clothing but many books on magical theory. If any of his father had rubbed off on him, it was the love of researching what magic could do.

All of that knowledge didn’t help him much when it came to sparring with Damian. Without using his magic, the fight was [i]heavily[/i] one-sided. Felix couldn’t create constructs on the fly to protect himself. Felix was a bit of a mid-range fighter and so being pulled up close and personal without his ability-enhancing magic was his worst nightmare. However, he did feel like he learned a bit in the match. Of course he didn’t get a scratch on Damian, but he thought he had figured out [i]how[/i].

Felix had spent some time getting to know the other members, even finding time to hold Karn down for a conversation that involved more than just a vigorous handshake and a new nickname, but he still felt a little like a child in comparison to most of the other people there. Felix was young, sure, but he was on par with many of the wizards there. But of course no one really saw that because no one had seen him in a real fight, aside from the first one when he arrived. Even then, fighting a fire mage with magnet magic was not exactly a good thing. Felix didn’t like to broadcast the knowledge that extreme heat could basically nullify his magic, and not getting close helped in that regard.

He, still, enjoyed his time with Fleo. He’d been able to show her his magic and found that their way of constructing objects and their general fighting capabilities were really similar. Felix theorized that their magic would work well in tandem, but without any jobs to do, he didn’t want to suggest forming a team. Maybe later, when there were missions to go on.

Felix walked into the guild hall at the beginning of his third full day as a Phoenix Wing guild member and sighed as Candy assaulted a perfectly good cake. He thought about restraining the running madman, but decided that, unless asked, he probably should stay out of it. He glanced around but saw most everyone was busy. He sat at a table and his stomach growled. He had mostly gone out for food in town, he actually wasn’t completely sure the food situation in the guild hall itself. And he didn’t feel like going out for food alone.