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Luke Schwarz -- Yep.

Rude indeed, and unrepentant.

Silently making a gesture to ward off evil, the black-haired brawler looked over to Shiro, more than a few seats away after being helped up there by a red-haired classmate. Nothing on him at all. If class was anywhere near as hard as he was worried it'd be, the faunus would not be served well by starting behind the curve.

Being the sympathetic sap that he was, he couldn't allow this to happen.

I'm making an executive decision here. Forgive me, untaken notes.

Tearing out two sheets of paper from his spiral, he placed them on the desk and dove back into his bag. He wasn't going to give away his beloved mechanical, trusty and nice-looking as it was, but he knew he'd carried at least five extra acoustics...

There you are.

Fishing the pencil out of his bag, he placed it atop the paper and slid the entire pile over to his left, tapping Ben on the shoulder.

"Pass it down to the guy who beat me up last class, please."

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Just saying, pal. Sapphire ain't the best lens to look at every character through, and if you actually stopped to read up on these people you so heroically rag on in her defense, you'd realize that yourself.

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try actually reading the characters you talk about

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@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

No, he really isn't. Certain people've gotten that into their heads out of nowhere, to be honest. He's just talkative and joshes his teammate, who responds in more than equal measure.

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Luke Schwarz -- Wow

The verbose young man looked up at the pair, spearheaded by the azure-haired young woman who had unfortunately decided to seat herself upon the stratum above them, rather than further away from the people that seemed to cause her such distress.

This girl had just mocked the person he'd shed blood against mercilessly... for tripping.

Insulted Emerald's mother at, essentially, the drop of a hat.

Fiordilatte was talkative and brazen, yes, but nothing worthy of as much heat as she'd just tossed his way. Perhaps she was angry over the battle's outcome?

Whatever the case may be, in Luke's expansive vocabulary, there was one word, and one word alone that summed this up. He said it with neither anger, nor mirth, nor even sadness. A simple statement, as if commenting on the color of the sky.

"Rude."

Turning back forward, he calmly opened his spiral, ending it there.

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Sapphire is far and away the most assblasted one there triple m

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Luke Schwarz--Beacon of Social Activity (GET IT)

...

"Eh?"

A regular paragon of eloquence, to the point where even the sarcastic jokes about it were stale and long overdue for some cycling out, Luke's head tilted off the center line for a moment, further obscuring that rarely-visible left eye of his beneath his bangs.

He blinked once.

"Er, nice to meet you too, Napoli Fiordilatte." he continued, still somewhat taken aback by the brazen insults the Vignobleman slung the way of his own teammate. "I'm Luke Schwarz, from team..."

JCML...

How does that even--

"...Inimical. I guess you could call me the group's close-quarters guy. Everyone here's been pretty nice, so don't worry about them." He countered, glancing the way of the Mistralese Huntress.

"And while I appreciate the warning, Miss Mindaro doesn't seem too bad."

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Second. It's Math. Come join the Bastille Inimical Alliance, Kaichou.

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Luke Schwarz -- Good Thing I Have Two of These

"Uh..." Luke began eloquently, breaking the brief stunned silence that had followed the tiger faunus's tumultuous entrance and checking his right (digital, and easy to read) watch. About a minute and a half to go, actually.

"You're good, Shiro. Try taking it easy." he finished, flashing a quick thumbs up to the boy who, only minutes ago, he had just been in what had felt like mortal combat with. Hefting his bag onto the desk, Luke fished out a green spiral, freshly bought from a local convenience store a week prior and, until now, untainted and unmarred by graphite.

The Swords of the Five

Name: John N. Viper

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Nation of birth: Drevmort

Appearance: A solidly built man, even as his athletic prime is beginning to leave him behind he still looks every bit as trained and powerful as he is. Tallish, but not overly so, he's lightly brushed with old scars--equally probable to be kitchen accidents or old war stories waiting to be told. Rugged in face, build, clothing, and overall complexion, his short beard and neck-length hair (both brown) are kept out of the way by a plain green headband when cooking or otherwise necessary. Wears drab clothing, carries a serious expression most of the time.

Personality: Very world-weary, and seems to carry years of life experience perhaps even beyond his age. Not very nonsensical, but not entirely without a sense of humor. Will freely dispense both advice, and food, and has a bit of a fatherly streak. Admires things such as codes of honor and idealism, but cannot claim to hold them himself entirely. Nonetheless, he has a sense of right and wrong and will follow it through hell or high water, with both words, fists, and steel. The latter two of which, at least, are definitely trained.

Valuable possessions: A set of knives, kitchen standard. A cooking pot, well-maintained and always clean. A set of eating utensils, bowls, and some key spices. A ladle, a reference cookbook, washrags, and a pack to keep everything in.

Finally, a small bronze band around the fourth finger of his left hand, obviously holding deep sentimental value despite its plain metallurgy, only having a constant polish, a perfect fit, and a simple etched groove running along the center.

Short History of Character: A former soldier of unspecified rank, the toils of war weighed heavily upon John's soul as they would have any young man, fresh off conscription and just having had a son. After serving long, dutiful years and doing both right and wrong in the name of his orders, one fateful night where he ended up back in his hometown brought it all to a screeching halt.

He finished his time in the army solemnly, and retired to a peaceful life, taking up cooking as work to make what little ends he needed meet. But every so often, the Call tugs upon the strings of the heart...

No Swords, No Problem.