[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ktlhhm5.png[/img][/center] [color=B0C4DE]“Quiet as always, eh?”[/color] he commented with a smile. At least she wasn’t taking as long as before to respond. Progress was slowly and surely being made, and hey, perhaps by the end of the day, they’ll be super tight best buds! Yeah, he’d like that. Walking alongside Sophia, the two speedily made their way to Building D once more, the glass building still incredibly easy to spot. The rumbles had more or less stopped, thankfully, so whoever that ‘Anne’ person was, her power was solid. Things were safe, and he could have dinner without worrying about getting shot by a stray bullet once more. Pretending not to notice all the glances she stole as they walked, Brent took a few quick steps once they were at the doors, this time allowing her to come in before he did. [color=B0C4DE]“Ladies first,”[/color] he said, pulling open the door with his left hand and gesturing eloquently with his right. Another twitch of his eye, as a twinge of pain raced up…but he covered it as best as he could. If he couldn’t stand at least this much pain, he might as well roll over and kill himself. Yes…perhaps pain tolerance should be something he started training as well. Mm, he nodded to himself. A good id- [i]"You know, you should probably use your arm less."[/i] Brent stopped, moments away from running into Sophia. Blinking once, wondering if he had heard another conversation or something, the amethyst-eyed youth turned his head to the side. Did she just speak up? Loud enough that he could hear her over the background noise of dozens of others having a late dinner? That was certainly impressive, but more so… [color=B0C4DE][i]She cared?[/i] “Wow,”[/color] Brent laughed, [color=B0C4DE]“It’s almost like you read my mind.”[/color] Hm… Perhaps he’ll hold off on pain day. At least for now. An easy smile remained on his face as he displayed his ID to Jason. [hr] [color=B0C4DE]“Lotsa things to sample, eh?”[/color] The brunette looked around excitedly, drinking all the sights of food that was practically everywhere. There were salads, sashimi (thick, fresh cuts), spaghetti (with massive meatballs), and even, exotically enough, scorpions. He wasn’t sure WHY there was such variety, or why USARILN East bothered with such luxuries, but on the other hand, it made sense. For all of Zhang’s tough talk, she probably didn’t want to piss off the mages to the extent that they’d go for a large-scale rebellion. Even if the Precursors kill them all, there was then the issue of having no cannon fodder to send at Dreamcatcher’s monsters. Yup. Totally made sense to him, even if the luxuries present were a bit too out there for him. Seriously, there were even SNAILS for people to eat…though it looked like the escargot had more or less gone cold. Poor slug-things. Unwanted even when considered a delicacy. As his eyes continued to look around, however, something caught his attention. Something that sent his heart pounding. His blood pumping. His mind screaming with lust. A table full of big, fat slabs of meat. Chicken, beef, lamb, pork, and even horsemeat, they were all lined up one by one, serve-it-yourself carving knives placed by each of them. Gulping down his saliva, Brent said, [color=B0C4DE]“Well, I’ll just head over there. Stock up for hibernation and all.”[/color] With that, like a man possessed, he marched off, ready to gobble down some medium rare roasts. In that amount of time, a small amount of shit hit the fan. Whipping his head around at the sound of a crashing table and shattering glass, Brent’s eyes widened and then sharpened as one of the students went berserk. A wild mane of black hair and neon blue lines raced across the floor. What were the soldiers doing? Nothing, none were there! Without looking, his hand found itself wrapping around the handle of a carving knife, knuckles white. Pain raced down his arm. Right hand, huh? His own magical surged from within, almost on the cusp of bursting out and Overclocking this flesh-rending blade, before another shout sounded, this time from a frightened adult. Ah, the cuffs. They had something like that, didn’t they? The cuffs flickered briefly, before all their lights disappeared albeit one. And from there, all he saw was electricity, all he heard was the thumping of a body rattling against the marble floor. It took an instant to reduce that X into a blubbering, frothing mess, the flesh around his ankle ruined. Brent sniffed and grimaced. An unpleasant scent was wafting through the place now, charred meat combined with vomit. Dislikeable. All those people with their weak stomachs, spewing out a mess that the poor janitors have to clean up. He patted his own, and it just growled in response. Yup, he still had an appetite, still had room to fill up. Turning back to the haunches of meat behind him, the youth switched the carving knife from right to left and got to work, sheering thick cuts of flesh from the bone. Juices oozed out fragrantly, and he breathed in that much more pleasant aroma. He took a spare plate afterwards and began shovelling the meaty pile onto it, before turning back around. Didn’t take long for him to spot Sophia amongst the silent, glum crowd. Yeah, that whole incident left a bad taste in his mouth as well but…hey, wasn’t times like these where you should be grinning? …yeah, that sounded about normal. [color=B0C4DE]“Yo Sophs,” [/color]he called with a beautiful smile, taking care NOT to wave this time, [color=B0C4DE]“Got your food? Let’s find a table and dig in then!”[/color] [@VampireOracle]