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[h2][color=lime]Walter Ozwyrd[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Time:[/color] Dusk/Evening [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=gold]◈[/color][color=lime]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Outside the Ballroom [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Participants:[/color] Walter Ozwyrd 
[@A Lowly Wretch], Professor Incanowitz [@Aeolian][/center]
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It wasn't exactly easy to find his way around the academy even when it wasn't under attack by giant monsters. With the chaos and the need to stay low lest he draw interest from the many critter swarms that seemed to be rising out from the ni-seraph he quickly found himself back at his dorm instead of where he had planned to go in the first place.

[color=lime]"Aw crud, this wasn't the way to the dueling room. Might as well make a pit stop "[/color] He muttered, climbing gingerly through the broken glass into his dorm. Once inside he quickly dropped his books off seeing as their value was not worth the extra weight dragging him down in this crisis of a situation. As he was picking up his lighter the door slammed open. He whipped his head around to see not a fellow student but a pupa. It might of had humanoid features but there was no way he'd mistake that ichthyoidal stare for anything else.

With it's right index finger sharpened into a long organic needle, the very tip moist with something other than water, it spared little time gawking as it rushed Walter. With quick wit he changed the faint sheen of rain on it's body into something else: lighter fluid. As he fell away from the monster he gripped the spray bottle, hooking it off his belt and pointing it at the creature as it neared him, ready to slash.

[color=lime]"Time to fry."[/color]

With a strike of the light he sprayed a focused line of what was now also lighter fluid into the attacking pupa, the lighter setting the fluid ablaze as it travelled and met the surface of the creature itself which was also doused in lighter fluid. It seemed that it's momentum was carrying it forward still as it screamed forth at Walter. Falling to his back he stuck out a foot to push back the burning nightmare fuel, incidentally kicking the creature square in it's midriff and sending it tumbling over him into the dorm's fireplace.

Like a tightly wound spring Walter sprung back to his feet, taking witness to the screaming abomination as it tried to lift itself up and out from the metal grills that kept the firewood in. Letting his fingers fly with pure instinct he slipped the lighter back up his sleeve and instead reached for the fire poker sitting a mere couple feet away from the fireplace. Swiftly and with brutal repetition he swung the metal implement into the creature, foul goo reeking of brimstone scattering about until quickly the struggle was no more.

His pulse raced, his knees threatening to knock as they shook. Walter hadn't been one to seek altercations and yet for the first time he had just dispatched one of humanity's greatest enemies in live combat. He felt like a leaf in a tornado, the adrenaline in his blood bringing out a cold sweat in him. In his brief struggle the mask's tie had come loose, fluttering down from his face leaving him just as he was: Walter, here and now.

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Of course his victory was short lived. The commotion had drawn a couple more stray pupa who were now approaching the open door to his dorm. With fire poker still in his off-hand and his spray bottle in the main-hand he quickly dove back out the windows he came in from. Hooking the spray back to his belt and pocketing the lighter he loosed more fog as he scurried away in no particular direction. As he fled he spotted something distant. The Seraphim... Inactive?

[i]Wait, why is it not deployed yet? The very thing it's meant to fight is knocking on our door and it's just sittin' there!?[/i]

He rushed forth only to see the reason for this laying there half conscious, struggling just to keep from drowning in the rain. It was Professor Incanowitz, The seraphim piloting instructor. Those things were always a curious wonder, machines fit to stand toe to toe with the ni-seraphim, built from their remains.

He rushed up to the downed professor, hurdling the chunk of masonry laying between them and moving up to the older man's side.

[color=lime]"Hey professor! Don't die on me, y'hear?!"[/color] He ordered, uncertain of how to help him but sure of the fact that he wanted to. While perhaps not the professor he cared for the most he kinda liked the old guy. Something about having passion for his craft resonated with the young capitalist. That was all aside from the fact that [i]someone[/i] needed to pilot the seraphim. If it wasn't to be the professor then Walter needed him to get him up to speed on how to pilot one of these things in the time it'd take him to get up in there.

Even considering piloting the seraphim in times like these was probably crazy, a terrible idea no doubt. Still, if he wasn't going to pilot the giant robot then who was?

No, really, Who? Walter was very accepting of volunteers, especially on offers from anyone who'd know better than he on how to pilot this thing.