[center][h1][color=orange]Brian Campbell[/color][/h1][h3]Cartesian[/h3][hr][/center]

The corners of Brian's lips quirked a little as he watched the reactions. Some of the reactions weren't quite as much as he'd hoped which was a pity, they were growing used to it. He'd simply have to work harder next time. If he was lucky, no one would say anything and then he could wear it to work too. His lips twitched as he imagined it. He looked forward to the results.

"[color=#aba000]Morning Bry. How'd you sleep?[/color]"

He simply offered a sleepy grunt as a response. 

"[color=lime]Good morning, Brian. It's nice to see you up and well...thoroughly decorated[/color]"

For the girl, he offered an equally sleepy murmur. One might say he was biased. One wouldn't be wrong. 

His nostrils flared as the scent of delicious food wafted into his face from a plate in front of him. After a few minutes he decided he'd waited long enough and opened his eyes and blinked owlishly. He looked around for a bit and then began to eat.

He'd worked his way through most of the bacon and was halfway through a piece of toast when Darius began to request for spars. He sent his gaze heavenwards. Hammers.

Then Connor eagerly piped up and even asked that Darius go all out. He froze with a piece of toast sticking out of his mouth and stared. There was a pregnant pause before he sent yet another beseeching gaze to the apartments above. 

Newbies. Overeager puppies, the lot of them.

It looked like he might have to put his usual after breakfast smoke on pause. He stretched and rolled his shoulders a little and continued his meal with a faint glint in his eye. He ate for a couple minutes before wiping his mouth with a napkin. He pushed his plate to the side and nestled his head in his arms. He began his farseeing and waited patiently.

He was very familiar with the training room, so it was clearer than usual. Of course, the view that was clearest for him was his room here at the base, but the training room wasn't too bad either. He watched patiently for the spar to begin. If Darius took up the new guy's offer... well, the new guy wouldn't be around long.

It was another couple minutes before he watched the doors to the training room swing open. He sharpened his focus on the two as they positioned themselves for the spar.

Brian's body was tensed like a bowstring as he watched. His farseeing was blurry, and he hated that at this moment. He could tell there were several close calls there. Darius was holding back, but it was difficult fighting against the inexperienced. They had a tendency to do unexpected things that could make things take a turn for the worst.

He breathed in deeply, and breathed out, forcibly relaxing his muscles as he waited. His concentration sharpened as Darius went on the offensive. Brian's eyes shot open and he shot to his feet as Darius hit the ground.

He forced himself to calm down and closed his eyes. It took several long moments for his face to regain a tranquil expression. 

He activated his farseeing again just in time to see Darius leap. 

"[color=orange]Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Goddamn Cocky Newbies! Goddamned Hammers![/color]"

Brian teleported into the viewing section of the training room. Without a clear line of sight, it would be risky to teleport into the middle of the fight. It took him a split second to reorient himself and in that moment, Connor's sword broke. 

Brian's expression twisted and his stomach dropped. His eyes followed the arc of Connor's arm as it sailed through the air. In mere heartbeats, Brian snatched up the first aid kit, concentrated and teleported to Connor. 

His eyes scanned the situation. The bleeding was bad. Deftly he opened up the first aid kit and retrieved medical shears and a Combat Action Tourniquet. With the shears he cut open Connor's shirt from the collar to down under his arm. Quickly he looped the tourniquet over the stump of Connor's arm, tighened the strap, twisted the windlass, and locked it into place.