[color=fff200]Leval Lamrue[/color]

Leval glanced around the dining area scanning the tables. He saw Rowan's cloak sitting at a table with huge elf with silver hair, talking conversationally to the others. [color=fff200]'I wonder if she is making new friends?' he thought idly.[/color] He could see the Nocturne, Daichi, sitting at the table as well ears perked up in interest. He frowned slightly [color=fff200]'Are Cat Nocturne more inclined towards powerful magical ability? I haven't seen another kind yet.'[/color] His stomach interrupted his musing, growling at him to get moving towards the food line. Never one to argue with an angry stomach, Leval got in line. He gave a quick swipe of ID card while mentally selecting what he should eat. A bowl of unappetizing gruel appeared in front of him, with a glass of ice bold water. Leval breathed in the disgusting smell of the bowl, his nose wrinkled in absolute disgust. The paste, however, was quite possibly the most nutrient rich meal that had ever been created, seldom made due to the fact that it was known to burn out tastebuds.

He took a sip of the refreshing water and felt a small part of his magical energy returning to him. He reestablished the illusion of the massive spiked figure he usually had up, but made it even larger to compensate for the elf at the table, making himself a foot taller than the figure. From an outsiders perspective, the small figure of Leval started to grow muscled, spikes jutted from of his body, and he grew over twice as tall as he was over the space of a minute. He saw several other students take several steps back rapidly and nodded at them. [color=fff200]'That feels better.'[/color] He strode over to Rowan's table and took a seat by Rowan. [color=fff200]"Hey there"[/color] he said to her hooded form. He turned to Daichi, [color=fff200]"Nice to see you on your feet. Bad luck getting targeted like that"[/color] He then looked over at the elf, his illusion glancing down only slightly compared to the other two. [color=fff200]"I'm Leval, nice to meet you."[/color] He grabbed a spoon a dipped it into the foul concoction before him, he cast a quick Weave over his own sense of taste and smell. As soon as the gruel touched his lips, he tasted the deep rich flavor of chocolate pudding mixed with delicious cinnamon. He let out a low appreciative sound as savored the illusory taste and the food restored his energy quickly.