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Luke Schwarz -- Good Question

"Well," he said simply, putting down his pencil and rubbing his temples as his head vibrated in tune with the bass. "First I'll tell you that you're making a lot of assumptions, Cian."

Watching with one half-lidded, particularly non-enthused gray eye as he continued to try and massage his head, he followed the aforementioned pencil on it's vibration-driven path down the desk, and off to the floor. At this point, a certain thought couldn't help but occur.

Did she even hear me?

Only one way to make sure: Once more, with feeling!

"Only barely, to be honest!" he loudly replied, leaning in closer. "And that's after my little little sister's been waking me up by playing her saxophone in my ear for the past couple of years first thing in the morning!"

While my big little sister puts me in a leglock, or something, to boot...

Glancing around the room, he continued with a plan of action.

"Looks like a bunch of people are going check it out, me included! You going to go too?"

Because if one thing was for sure, he certainly did. If push came to shove, they could go back over notes in the dorm, especially now that he'd gotten a practical cheatsheet from Gratia.

Bless the concept of raising flags.

Friendship flags, of course. Those existed, right?

He hadn't actually played many VNs in his time. Heresy, I know.

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Name: Sterling Johnson

Age: 21

Gender: Manly Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Nuada, his artificial right Arm. Stylized to look like gothic plate armor of old, Nuada is both sleek and powerful, capable of amazing physical feats beyond even what the rest of Sterling's intensely trained and aurically powered body can achieve. Speed, dexterity, and power: everything's there, and ready to be tapped into at the drop of a hat. Not one to limit his options to mere fisticuffs (despite his love of a brawl), Nuada also sports a set of retractable blades running down the outside edge of the arm, culminating into a nasty-looking swordpoint that juts out from the elbow. Additionally, the wrist joint, in a feature deliberately and unrepentantly copied from Berserk, doubles as a cannon, once the hand is lowered, detached, or otherwise out of the way.

Specialty: Anything from a brawler to a tank to even ranged support, Sterling is of the opinion that the name of the game is Versatility. Will, for simplicity's sake, default to frontline warrior should the choice present itself.

Semblance: Airgetlam: The Silver Arm of the King. Allows Sterling absolute control over any metal he has handled in the past fiteen minutes within a fifty meter radius, bending it to his will and allowing him to order it around with but a thought. To that end, he always carries a small pouch of steel ball bearings on his person which he fools with regularly, often trying to create sculptures or some other method of both practicing his skills and fooling around.

Personality: Goofy, humorous, and jovial almost to a fault, Sterling makes it a point to have fun with life, even in the face of the sometimes grim tasks he must undertake. In that regard, he often tries to affect the air of "cool older brother" to the incoming first-years whenever he works with them, both relaxed and ready to offer whatever advice he can. His wit is a strange beast that takes all comers, ranging from terrible puns to perfectly time zingers that almost make up for said puns. Brave enough to be brashly confident in the face of anything, or at least pretend, at the end of the day Johnson is a nice dude with a sense of justice that stands firm through any circumstance.

Color: Sterling Silver

Emblem: A silver fist crashing into a the face of some silhouette.

Appearance:

Something close to Gene here, but not EXACTLY ya know what i'm sayin

Tall and athletic, Johnson's powerful frame is typically draped by a navy bomber jacket, the left sleeve noticeably cut short to allow for ease of use with Nuada. Underneath lies a plain white tank top, and, depending on the weather, either an orange bandana or orange scarf around his neck. Unremarkable denim jeans and white sneakers take care of his lower half, and his silver hair is always, without fail, slicked back. His steel blue eyes sometimes find themselves behind aviators, and sometimes don't. Again, weather-dependent.

Practically always smiling.

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I promised Pann a teammate so here he is

Name: Sterling Johnson

Age: 21

Gender: Manly Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Nuada, his artificial right Arm. Stylized to look like gothic plate armor of old, Nuada is both sleek and powerful, capable of amazing physical feats beyond even what the rest of Sterling's intensely trained and aurically powered body can achieve. Speed, dexterity, and power: everything's there, and ready to be tapped into at the drop of a hat. Not one to limit his options to mere fisticuffs (despite his love of a brawl), Nuada also sports a set of retractable blades running down the outside edge of the arm, culminating into a nasty-looking swordpoint that juts out from the elbow. Additionally, the wrist joint, in a feature deliberately and unrepentantly copied from Berserk, doubles as a cannon, once the hand is lowered, detached, or otherwise out of the way.

Specialty: Anything from a brawler to a tank to even ranged support, Sterling is of the opinion that the name of the game is Versatility. Will, for simplicity's sake, default to frontline warrior should the choice present itself.

Semblance: Airgetlam: The Silver Arm of the King. Allows Sterling absolute control over any metal he has handled in the past fiteen minutes within a fifty meter radius, bending it to his will and allowing him to order it around with but a thought. To that end, he always carries a small pouch of steel ball bearings on his person which he fools with regularly, often trying to create sculptures or some other method of both practicing his skills and fooling around.

Personality: Goofy, humorous, and jovial almost to a fault, Sterling makes it a point to have fun with life, even in the face of the sometimes grim tasks he must undertake. In that regard, he often tries to affect the air of "cool older brother" to the incoming first-years whenever he works with them, both relaxed and ready to offer whatever advice he can. His wit is a strange beast that takes all comers, ranging from terrible puns to perfectly time zingers that almost make up for said puns. Brave enough to be brashly confident in the face of anything, or at least pretend, at the end of the day Johnson is a nice dude with a sense of justice that stands firm through any circumstance.

Color: Sterling Silver

Emblem: A silver fist crashing into a the face of some silhouette.

Appearance:

Something close to Gene here, but not EXACTLY ya know what i'm sayin

Tall and athletic, Johnson's powerful frame is typically draped by a navy bomber jacket, the left sleeve noticeably cut short to allow for ease of use with Nuada. Underneath lies a plain white tank top, and, depending on the weather, either an orange bandana or orange scarf around his neck. Unremarkable denim jeans and white sneakers take care of his lower half, and his silver hair is always, without fail, slicked back. His steel blue eyes sometimes find themselves behind aviators, and sometimes don't. Again, weather-dependent.

Practically always smiling.

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Since we're talking approvals and all did anyone ever look over Sterling Johnson for team SC

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Since we're talking approvals and all did anyone ever look over Sterling Johnson for team SC

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Luke Schwarz -- Y-you too

With valiant resolve and impeccable self-control, Luke fell prey to neither of the two extremes of his jaw dropping in amazement at the fluidity and facility of Gratia's work, nor his eyes glazing over at the sheer volume of equations placed upon the sheet. Instead, they found a happy medium, scanning along intently as she worked through the problem on what seemed like automatic.

Even her calligraphy is good! Is there any way at all I stack up favorably?

Standing out immensely from the normally neat enough, but in comparison chickenscratch answers surrounding it, 13e, devised by Belial himself, had been soundly defeated in impeccable fashion.

"Got it." he said, after a period of glancing over the equation a couple more times. "Uh, thanks."

Turning after an awkward moment, writing down the aforementioned page numbers, he tapped Cian on the shoulder again.

"I, uh, basically got the entire thing and then some."

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I just called the LAST ACTION HERO so

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i'm just gonna respond to that tomorrow

also if we're doing recurring villains i totally get the random crazy scientist

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Make team rocket

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Luke Schwarz -- Oh no

W-What?!

No way! Cian too? This was a terrible miscalculation! His only available backup was just as stumped as he! He'd expected too much from his fellow classmate, freshly transferred in in her own right! Was this the price he payed for committing such a flagrant act of unfairness towards her?

Repent!

I fully repent!

"You too, huh?" he mumbled, not angry so much as flummoxed. "I'll keep asking around, then. If I get an answer out of somebody, I'll let you know."

The problem then became, though...

Who to ask?

...

Warily, he turned to the pair from Mistral situated behind him. Having done well enough to be selected for a foreign exchange program, they had to have the answers, right?

R-Right?

A-hm.

"Excuse me."