[center][h2][color=bc8dbf]Garuda Pacifier[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

He was quite early for class, but was not early enough on campus so that he could head out and have a training session at the dueling arena. As the dual factors uncomfortably occurred simultaneously, an inevitable result came to bear: boredom.

Garuda could not afford to fall asleep, but there weren't many who were willing to strike a conversation with the techno-mage, so it was a literal nothing to do, just squandering and killing his time on things that he shouldn't be doing for his path to becoming a warrior. It was simply a waste of time. There was a Dark-Elf who then walked into the room, but apparently, he also wasn't the type to maintain a long conversation, even if Garuda actively sought for it.

Then, after like a medium-eternity, another being walked into the classroom. This time a person with red skins. It didn't appear to be dyed, but rather the natural skin of his species. If his memories did not play a prank on him, the species that this man was originated from...was Tiefling.

[color=bc8dbf]"Interesting..."[/color]

He had heard stories about Tieflings. About their destructive magical capability. Some of them were true. Some were altered by dimensions, space and time. But two things were certain for the techno-mage, was that Tieflings should be approached with respect, and that this man in front of him glimmered as no less than a worthy opponent. He might be the nearest to becoming the one like Alister, one who could satisfy his thirst for battle and glory of victory. It had been too long, too too long, ever since Garuda had had any worthy adversary. His desires and wishes for it had bottled up considerably. And hopefully, this Tiefling would be able to slake it. Or, at the least, gave him an interesting conversation until class time.

[color=bc8dbf]"Greetings."[/color] Garuda gestured his greetings, as a sign to invite him into a conversation, and hopefully will fledge into a rivalry.

[@hagroden]