[center][h3]Fizban Fitzgerald[/h3][/center]

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[color=fff79a]"All the damn time with these blasted tunnels! You'd think that lumpy puddle would give out a map or something but NO! Fifty years later and we still aren't doing testing on the front lawn!"[/color]

A lot of older students claimed they could navigate the Academy with their eyes closed, such was their recollection of the establishment. To the aged mind of one Mr.Fitzgerald, every inch was new. Confusing. Disorientating. NAUSEATING. 

[color=fff79a]"ANNOYING." [/color]

With a thump of his cane striking the smooth stonework at his feet, there was a brief but audible [i]CRACK[/i] of stone breaking under its rather light touch. Being closer to 70 years of age wasn't helping his already fuzzy memory. His time at the Academy couldn't even be recalled with clarity let alone directions to that obscure spot they tested all the kids. 
If his memory held up in at least one aspect it was remembering how he had always done. Poorly.
Fidgety, oblivious, a wanderer, in his youth he'd walked this very corridor in a neon pink coat without a care in the world. That much was still with him. Rein too, of course. Both of them had been inseparable. Two layabouts with barely a hundredth the strength of other students their age. 

Likely not even now did he have the level of power these first years did. 

Creativity was his weapon. Always had been. In his leather bound hand jingled tiny ceramic looking balls, clattering together as with every step the frustrated man took.
A flick of his fingers sent the bright yellow ball down the dark corridor. Adjusting his glasses, he slid the protective lenses down.

The ceramic marble hit the far end of the hall and lit up like the sun. Bright enough to blind the unwary, but enough to illuminate the hall with clarity for a bit. 

Even though he could see the area now it still didn't make any sense!

[color=fff79a]"Forget it.." [/color]

Grumbling his dissent, Fizban shuffled his way down the halls hoping to find the right way. Eventually the way would show itself.

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The tests had already started when Fizban finally graced the room. The commotion from outside was the only way to tell the path was correct or not. A shiver crawled its way across his skin at the thought of wandering the halls any longer. Without a doubt there would be a guided exit when this was said and done or there would be words had with the Headmaster. Likely polite but upset words.

[color=fff79a]"Which one of these holes is hers?" [/color]

Speaking more to himself than anyone else, he strolled across the open intersections between the sunken testing chamber. Now that invoked memories. BORING memories. Stuck in a dark hole with nothing to do and nothing to show! Things had changed, would continue to change, so long as the Master and Founder of-

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[color=6ecff6][i]She widened the focus and shot a drop towards Headmaster Kano, aiming at where she guessed his nose would be, then she narrowed that focus again.[/i][/color][/quote]

[color=0076a3][i]SPLASH[/i][/color]

Kano had already turned to inspect another student at the last moment, leaving the playful water to strike another unwitting target. Icy waters struck Fizban clear in the face, spooking him right off his feet and down onto a nearby rock. Spitting water and blowing his nose, he stood up in an outrage and marched to the edge of the sheer wall with a face bright red and wrinkled. 

[color=fff79a]"YOu DURneD KID!"[/color] Emphasizing his outrage, the cane shook menacingly in Thoras direction. [color=fff79a]"Watch where you're pointing that pea shooter or I'll come down there and-"[/color]

[color=fff79a][i]Peashooter?[/i][/color] 

What was it that self righteous living stain had said? Kano had mentioned a rather unique student that shared similarities with a certain frazzled old man. A self made weapon, clearly a creative side, and an adaptable design. Fizban soaked in all the details with gusto, forgetting his dripping beard and wet clothes entirely. 

[color=fff79a]"Your name wouldn't happen to be-" [/color]

Scrawled onto, no, INTO, the wall behind the gun toting girl was "THORA". 

[color=fff79a]"Thora. Astounding! To think a prodigy would be unveiled again in my lifetime! Absolutely stupendous!" [/color]

From his coat a notebook and mechanical pen were hastily pulled out, his cane tucked into his armpit, and hastily scribbled notes and a crude detailing of the weapons appearance. A few drips fell on the pad before it was placed back in its designated spot. A few other items saw light for a half moment but only a portion. One looked like a leather holster of some kind.

[color=fff79a]"Heard you're deaf. Or mute. Something silly like that. Doesn't matter. Nod if you can understand me, and nod again if you built that piece of junk by your lonesome."
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