[center][h1][color=0BE9F3]Vane[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Vane yawned right when class was dismissed. [color=0BE9F3]"That was pretty tiring,"[/color] he said aloud. He left his seat and stretch out the unused pats of his body to get the blood flowing. Soon after that, he packed his bag and went to leave for lunch. 

When he collected his lunch, he found an open seat and began slowly gorging himself on rice and chicken. There's a little orange on the side to fill up the healthy portion of his meal. He was lost in thought from the confrontation with some other people this morning. [color=0BE9F3][I]'What was his name again? Virgil?'[/I][/color]

The threat of him not being able to use training facilities bothered him a bit because he so desperately needed those to get stronger. Maybe he can strike a deal with him if they just sit down and have a little chat. 

As Vane absentmindedly peeled an orange clean, he wondered. [color=0BE9F3]"If I was Virgil where would I be?"[/color] There were a couple of places he could think of, so he'll just knock one of them down before classes start up again. The American dumped his empty plate into the proper spot and left the cafeteria in search for Virgil and his ragtag group. 

[color=0BE9F3]"Honestly, why'd he feel like getting in the way of my flight?[/color]