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[h1]Celestine Lightbringer[/h1]

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[i]Remember, Caesar, that you are mortal.[/i] Celestine said to himself mentally, as he went mentally through the situation. So much for his plans and participation. Sometimes, somehow, you get the type of call that you are unable to excuse. Your strings are yanked, and you are unable to do as one wishes. The show had to go on... but without him. At least the water plan had somehow nudged things a little, but the teams of other schools were made of pure grit. Oh well, no plan survives contact with the enemy, he thought as he focused on the scene at hand.

He was, once again, in his honest alternative life, having being recalled with short notice to assist the Tournament healing bay. Someone thought that since alumni of schools helped in peacekeeping, alumni should also help with the healing. He turned around to see one of the defeated, the fallen, better.

He tried to be concise and professional, but it was hard to do so: His own body was so underdeveloped and androgynous that even in a formal suit with a white coat, it looked more an ill-fitting disguise than looking the actual part of his profession. He caught some of his female helpers spying glances at him with wishful eyes. They probably wanted to pet him, as if he were a cute dog. Or maybe worse. 

Right now, he had parted with the wig and the makeup, and he was wearing some sunglasses, thankfully, so that no one could see the sheer look of disappointment and boredom in his face. Well, he was getting -some- intel on the rival schools. Second hand at best, but still better than anything.

"Hey doc, do you think Grant Handsome can have some fun tonight?" said one of the defeated ones. The so-called Handsome looked like he had stopped one too many fists with his face.  His comrade, was even worse, clad in plaster and bandages head to toe.

And yet, he still had the energy to shout "YOLO!" once more. Truth to be told... YOLOman had a vitality to behold.

"Well, you may... but you might regret it in the morning, young man." He answered.

"Tch... and to think the Flatbread is the one left standing of our school." The perp replied in a bitter voice. "If I had known it, i would have ditched Reapper." He casted a glance aside.

"YOLO"


"Just...shut up." THe Rhean Technical student gritted under his teeth, throwing daggers at YOLOman. Celestine, now in the guise of Doctor Lightbringer, pinched the bridge of his nose. How come... all the idiots flocked to him?