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Locket was doing what he usually did whenever he had free time:

Learning as much as he could about the Aura Stone. 

To some of the other knights, at least those who managed to catch him reading, he was borderline obsessed with the thing. He was in the midst of scouring as many libraries as possible to try and get any information he could which would help him better understand the stone. However, it wasn't quite as easy as one would think. Especially with Locket's... attitude. 

[color=springgreen]"Argh! Reading and studyin' sucks! I just wanna hang out with some'tha folk at the bar... Hmmmmmmph..."[/color] It wasn't easy to keep his mind set on the task at hand. In many ways, Locket's mind was like that of a child, being very much reactionary rather than having forethought for any given situation. Even so, somehow he maintained the willpower to accomplish a decent level of study, given the limited resources and rare amounts of free time. What had he learned, exactly?

Nothing. 

One would think that a sacred gem such as the Aura Stone would have more information on it. However, Locket assumed all that information would be a closely guarded secret even among royalty. Queens and future queens only, no doubt. Either that, or he'd been looking in the wrong places. There were plenty of tales and stories regarding the stone, though nothing which could be put down to concrete evidence. Even the stone itself could be left entirely up to speculation, but Locket doubted a lie so large could naturally assimilate into society as such. And he was an expert liar. 

Slumped, stumped and stopped dead in his tracks, the young knight found himself repeatedly tapping at the journal, as he made several dots with his ink. Even he was amazed he knew how to read and write; it was by no means perfect, sure, but he always found the subject of reading and writing... difficult when growing up. Words never seemed to look like what they meant to him, however as he neared adulthood, he began to adjust. As mind-numbingly fun as it was to sit there without a clue on how to go on, Locket wasn't that kind of person. With a yawn and a stretch, the young man found his feet once more. He put his journal to the side without much care for neatness, though left the books he'd borrowed from a library on his desk stacked, so to remind him he was done for now. 

Instead of studying, Lenny decided he could do what he did usually anyway:

Socialise and think dirty. 

Unfortunately for him, most of the people in the stealth division didn't like talking too much, from his understanding. [color=springgreen]"Ya'll are too quiet. Dammit, why couldn't I be put under the command of Lady Adelinaaaaaaaaa...?!"[/color] His complaint wailed out throughout the hall as Locket exited his room and, subsequently, the stealth division barracks. Locket fancied her - and he made his declarations publicly whenever he got the chance. Everything about her just appealed to Locket; she was gentle, kind, but firm in her own right. Her beauty rivaled that of the Goddess, and her eyes... well, he'd get lost in those forever. Skin, soft and supple, seemed to stimulate [i]several[/i] sensations in Locket. The way she spoke never felt uptight or condescending, and instead gentle, with regal elegance. Yet she also maintained the will and strength of a lion, and the strength of many men. 

McCain had some work to do if he were to catch up to that. 

[color=springgreen]"Alright!"[/color] He began, now with a clear vision ahead of him. [color=springgreen]"I'm going to work hard and train to be the best freakin' knight there is so I can win Lady Adelina's heart!"[/color] A change in course brought Locket in the direction of the training grounds, in which he knew he'd likely find himself being challenged by other swordsmen. Or women. It was a great opportunity, however, to know where one's faults lay, or so his superior once said. The knightess had always been a source of his inspiration, so it was time to make her proud! Though he realised on the way he really should've got his combat attire before he got there...

[color=springgreen][i]'Ugh... Back to the armoury...'[/i][/color]