[u][b]Ink[/b][/u]
After watching Rika trip over her own fame and flounder for an introduction, she passed the baton off to Angela, who spent most of it tooting her own horn, explaining why she was better than other Valkyries. Although her opinion of herself seemed to be sky-high, she hadn't began openly berating Rika for her awkward brand of arrogance, nor himself for casually admitting that the protection of Agartha meant little to him, as opposed to a box of otherwise unobtainable candy, augmented by magic, and a bottle of Vodka. Maybe she was just being amicable and quietly hated their guts, but it was always nice to be around magic specialists.

[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]Mr. Lysander is my father,[color=#a6bad9]"[/color] he said with ambiguously insincere demureness. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]Call me Ink. I don't know if you've heard any of the rumors about me, but I'm not exactly a model Sorcerer.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color] As if to prove his point, he whips out his bag and pulls out a magic stone. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]It's blessing magic, so don't freak out.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color] He holds it out in front of him as if trying to use it against the others in the room, and a magic circle appears. For a brief moment, everything seems to be going as usual, but then the magic circle [i]cracks[/i]. It begins to violently vibrate as magic power begins to leak out, and the magic stone seems to start emitting smoke. Finally, the magic circle begins to glow, as if getting ready to explode. Then, all it once, it's gone, as Ink lowers the magic stone and stares at it in his hands. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]No matter what, even with magic stones, I am completely incapable of magic. All magic. Even attempting it will literally blow up in my face. That's my curse.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color] Ink brings the magic stone closer to his face. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]However...[color=#a6bad9]"[/color] Ink tosses the magic stone into his mouth and begins eating it with a disturbing crunch. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]Tastes like rock candy.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]

After he finishes eating the magic stone, he continues. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]I eat magic, literally and figuratively. Healing magic, blasts of fire, disfiguring curses, I absorb it all. None of them have an effect on me, and I regenerate a bit based on magic I've absorbed. Basically, it's better to include me in your spells as collateral damage, if you can. The job description of a Sorcerer is a medium who counters magic used by the demon army, so I became one on a bit of a technicality. I used to be a Pioneer, but I don't like the taste of elixirs, so it wasn't a good fit...[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]

Subconsciously, his hand ended up on the back of his neck, a nervous tick he was consciously aware of but helpless to stop. He's had to give the basic rundown of his abilities many times before, but it always makes him feel awkward to explain himself like this. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]Anyway, I prefer close combat. My weapon of choice is a cursed dagger that absorbs magic and uses it to curse enemies, so if you're wondering why an enemy is acting strange, it's probably because I stabbed them. A couple of the curses are broken if they get attacked, so use your judgement.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]

He tilts his head toward Angela. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]Besides all that, I don't have anything to add. If you have a way to lure it into a trap, that seems as good a plan as any.[color=#a6bad9]"[/color] He then turns to tattoo girl. [color=#a6bad9]"[/color]How 'bout you? Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?[color=#a6bad9]"[/color]