[center][h2]Lance 
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Lance skimmed through the information presented to him. His schedule was the same as ever, with the sole difference being his new room number; room 524 [sub][b][[@Cherrywitch]][/b][/sub]. A new room meant a new roommate, which meant either a new round of headaches or brand new opportunities - then again, the two weren't mutually exclusive, so frustratingly enough, there was no reason it couldn't be both.

With that piece of business done, he returned to the shoreline, where his summon was waiting for him. While Yul-Cth may be frightening to most, the truth was it was a very tame creature at heart. It was one without desires or aspirations. It simply was - in that sense, Yul-Cth may be the most innocent creature in all of the school; it simply [i]was[/i], it didn't have an shred of malice or ill-intent in its whole body. He doubted it even understood the concept of hurting another creature for fun. It was only bound to him as it was that it took any action besides its survival at all. His goals were its goals now, and it would follow him come hell or highroad. Lance didn't know whether to be sad or happy about that fact; that his most trusted companion was essentially an abomination from another world that couldn't speak a word.

With a simple nod, the tentacle-creature returned to the stone, back to whatever realm it came from. No point in bringing him out in the school, after all. He wasn't one that needlessly let his partner stick around. Their bond was not that sort that they required each others presence all the time.

Whatever the case, there was no point in loitering around here. He walked around, looking for his room. It didn't take long to find, and after unlocking the door, he dumped all of his baggage inside. Looking around, it didn't appear as though his roommate was in yet, lucky him. Well, so long as whoever it was had yet to arrive, he planned to indulge himself for a bit.

Stripping down to his briefs, he replaced the pants he was wearing for training shorts, and discarding whatever top he was wearing, revealing a toned and tested body fit for war. There were scars here and there which were definitely out of place, but nothing that quite stood out; for Lance, it was a sort of testament to his survival - while others may take pride in their scars as proof of their strength, he took pride in his lack of them. It meant that despite how his life turned out, he'd avoided the worst, and dealt with the best that were thrown at him nearly unscathed.

He'd go for a few warm-ups here before heading for the training area, as per usual. Nothing much else to do this early in the day after all. If his roommate happened to enter in on him while in his half-undressed state, well, that was their problem.
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