[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]

By the time the two finished, the hall was empty, the sounds of their scuffling echoing through the corridor.

Nemo sat a midst the near-packed room, eating in silence between a group of gabbing cadets. Actually, now that he thought about it, the entire mess hall sounded like this. It was almost impossible for one to hear one's self...which was probably the reason these "children" were speaking so loudly. His ear-drums--and love of the quiet--slowly began to feel bruised from the decibel levels. Goddesses only knew what would happen to them if one of the instructors decided it would be time to fire off a sound-flare...

[color=0054a6]"...no..."[/color], he responded quite coldly to some kid's question--he'd barely heard it--about whether or not his pitch-black hair was fake. It seemed like that was the mental level of most of the masses here...

...[i]"just-barely-passing-the-academy-level".[/i]