[b]Anna Brunhild[/b]

"..." the blonde thief was silent as she took a few moments to process the utterly inane question that this 'Super High School Level Lucky' had posed to her. 'Did she steal things?' Of course she did, she was a fucking [i]thief[/i]. What kind of thief would she be if she [i]didn't[/i] steal peoples' things? She internally facepalmed before doing her best to play nice and answer the idiot's question without inciting some type of fight. "...No," she said simply, "I do not take lives. I'm a thief, not a barbarian. I [i]steal[/i], I do not pillage. And yes, that means I steal [i]stuff[/i]."

To be completely honest, she knew she probably could've been less passive-aggressive in her statement, but this kid was just...! She took her attention away from Conrad and listened to the introduction of the Torture Specialist and the Liar. The Torture Specialist seemed a bit meeker than she would've expected, to consider all things. The Liar was... Well, even if he were lying, people would probably refer to him as Feyda anyway, and there's nothing contradicting the claim of his SHSL talent, so Anna figured it was safe to say she couldn't care less.

[B]Astolfo Garneau[/B]

"...Hello Feyda! Nice to meet'cha~" Astolfo called out randomly.

[B]Lucas Archwood[/B]

The redhead looked around the group. Scientists, Thieves, Princesses, Catholics, Torture Specialists... These people were a rather motley crew of students, weren't they. It was actually a bit overwhelming for the young man. He was in a state not unlike the one people get when confronted with someone with much more power and prestige than themself. The slight lack of breath, the jelly legs, all of it pointed to nervousness on his part. Could he even compare to these guys? Even the meekest ones seemed to have more presence than he did, barring Anna who, all things considered, wasn't supposed to have presence in the first place. He shoved the thoughts out of his head as he listened to the last two's introductions. The Torture Specialist was... Okay, he supposed. Probably not someone he'd like to anger any time soon. The Liar on the other hand... Well he just gave him a headache. Too much 'is he lying, is he not' going on. He figured he'd probably just try to avoid that guy in the future to avoid potential migraines. Once 'Feyda' stepped off.

Lucas counted off the people and realized that it was his turn. In truth, the ??? felt like he was rooted in place, acting as a spectator watching himself walking to the center and saying words that were both his and not his. 

"Hey everyone, hah," Lucas said with a rather limp wave, "I'm Lucas, last name Archwood. My talent is... My... Talent... Is..."

What was his talent anyway? 

"I... I have no idea," he confessed, allowing his shoulders to go limp and giving a rather noticeable sigh.