[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1064032443553828874/CQrs.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Training Room B
[color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Sword-fighting,  Perception, Peek-a-Boo,  Hiding. [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1064032443860004934/Screenshot_20210223-112042_Instagram-1-1.jpg]First Day Fit[/url][/center]
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Dorian had no idea where this sudden bout of anger was coming from from Percy. He thought he’d smoothed things out fairly well the past two days, but it was clear that he hadn’t. He felt a knot in his chest, wondering if Percy was lashing out because of the kiss. Dorian hadn’t done anything to warrant it, nor had he brought it up since then. It wasn’t till he’d mentioned their wonderful trio that he realized it wasn’t fully about that incident, clearly he had some sort of connection towards Zelda like he had Zari and now he was taking it out on them because he felt his small friend group being threatened. Thankfully Danni corrected him, neither of them thought Zelda wasn’t worthy of being on a team with them, it was more so that April not being there killed all their dreams they had of winning the contest together. Sure they had their senior year but…this was the first year they all made it on the judges team, it was special to them. Dorian was crestfallen as he heard the news that April in fact wasn’t chosen for their team, a cruel twist in fate just as they’d finally made it to a high stakes team. He turned to say something to Danni, noticing the smoke curling off of him as he began to approach Nemo. He had no idea what he was talking about, being psychic or seeing through time, maybe Danni had done some digging beforehand that Dorian hadn’t, but all he knew was his friend was hurt and enraged. 

If this was some Madam Razz type shit, then that meant that no matter what they did this was destined to happen. That thought tightened the knot in Dorian's chest as he slowly put down his coffee on the ground, sliding the lid closed so that it’d stay hot for him when he returned. [color=CC99FF]”No one said she wasn’t good enough Pers, only t’at we t’ought we were meant to be winnin’ wit’ our friend like we always dreamed of. But if t’is is ‘ow it’s meant to play out we can’t fight fate. You know t’at Danni…our parents ‘ave tried. So, let’s find t’is old mans weaknesses…toget’er. Neva said we couldn’t work toget’er after all, aye ‘ot Shot?”[/color] Dorian placed a hand on Danni’s shoulders, the steam curling around his fingers for a moment before he let go and unsheathed his sword. [color=CC99FF]”Feel free to join in Bean, but Pers…you stay out of it.”[/color] 

He swung his sword at Nemo, using his anger to fuel his swings as he attempted to land a hit. Dorian didn't exactly wish to hurt Nemo, but the best way to obtain a person's weakness is to see them in action. Everyone had tells, sides they favored, openings the leave wide without knowing, weak leg positions, any number of things to help identify how it is that they will fight and how best to take them down. He kept his eyes peeled to see any of these signs, but as his sword passed through the space he could've sworn had Nemo in it, he hit empty air. Nemo was just out of range a few feet back as Dorian blinked his eyes wondering if he'd just black out. It was as if the world had glitched. As if Dorian's ping was too high and caused a massive lag spike in reality. 

Frustration boiled inside of him as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Percy mentioned Teddy had fallen ill, maybe it had caught on to him? Dorian knew Nemo could see into the Astral Plane, and his soul was too dense or mystically protected to get a full possession on him. But he had to try [i]something[/i]. Dorian swung to Nemo's left, feigning the attack as he slipped into the Astral Realm and slid behind the glitchy old man before phasing back in and smacking him with the flat end of the sword on his back shoulder. [Color=CC99FF]"Can't trust t'at psychic sight all t'e time Poisson-Pas. You're too reliant on it."[/color]