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[center][sub][color=BE6CE0][b]Aegus Reister[/b][/color][/sub][/center]
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   Aegus raised his eyebrows. A tournament, hmm? He had never been in one, but he had heard of them. And he had nothing else to do - he was smart enough to not attend class - who needed to go to a financial math class when you were in a wealth class of your own? In any case, the proposition of a tournament intrigued him.

He stood up from where he had been eavesdropping outside of the room, while tossing the remnants of his icecream in the trash, and casually strolling over to the door, leaning against the frame of it - directly behind Kato.

[color=BE6CE0]”A tournament, you say?[/color] he interrupted. [color=BE6CE0]”If you less fortunate folk need a sponsor, or perhaps a power-player, I may be your gentleman.”[/color] he said as he adjusted his canvas gloves, while looking directly at Nidgardt. Despite the fact that the white-haired boy was noticeably shorter than the Foul-breed, his gaze still implied that he was looking down on him. The group as a whole, even.

[color=BE6CE0]”I expect no material rewards, of course, you people can keep what gains they award - no, what I want is entertainment. Perhaps Glory - as I already have fame.”[/color] Well, at least that’s how he saw himself - partially famous. Though he wasn’t. Most people at the school who had seen what he was outwardly like during his short time here - would likey only see him as the “snobby asshole exchange student”.

However, his real motives - while they were somewhat influenced by his own need for entertainment - were to get his parents to notice what he could accomplish without his money. If they thought he didn’t need it, they would give it back.

But in Aegus’ eyes, he very much [i]did[/i] need it.