Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26130256-20170802221201

With a slight yawn, Edom placed his jacket into a locker, then emptied his pockets into the same. Not for the first time, he felt naked without the reinforced protection or the concealed pockets of his regular combat suit, but those were exclusive to the Cardamom family, and wearing one to Flagg, even in an alternate color scheme, would have been a dead giveaway.

Having changed faster than most, he took some time to review the other students in the changing room. Only two of them really piqued his notice, and one of those was because of the accuracy of her Pyrrha Nikos cosplay. Azulius had shared a class or two with the Mistrali champion, so he could absolutely notice some resemblances, but the girl in front of him didn't have the same regal figure. Few women did, though, so it was hardly an insult.

Not to mention her legs are a little short, a thought sprung to his mind. ''Now Honara? She's got legs for days. Remember dancing with her at the Tesla?''

The imposter frowned as he turned to his weapon case and fiddled with the locks. It had become a strange habit, as of late, that whenever he started "checking out" a passing woman (be it a picture or in the flesh), his mind would eventually focus on some imperfection of hers, and Honara von Anhult's superiority in that region. Silently, Azzie was glad he hadn't seen her yet at Flagg. Stella and Fritz were friends and all, but Honara was the first woman in a long time for whom he had been able to express his feelings, and she looked like she might have felt something for him in return. Lying to her was a completely different ballpark, and one he hoped to avoid as much as possible.

At last, he pulled Cabaret out of its case, inspecting the action and bolt. She was a combination quarterstaff and BAR, which he had used in the past during scenarios where he needed the kind of long-range accuracy Roaring Moxie lacked. Cabaret's staff mode also seemed a little more suited to the CQC elements of his class than an enormous glaive-guisarme.

With one last satisfied twirl, Edom walked past the sub-par Trigo Cardamom imitator (He'd absolutely get a kick out of that, before knocking him out cold, he thought) and into the spacious classroom-gym. Based on the bullet holes and other panels in the ceiling, this was more of a general-purpose room, which suited him just fine. On the opposite wall, a man with ram horns was looking over some kind of binder, while Stahlfritz Panzier stood by the locker room entrance, shaking hands and introducing himself to the students. Edom didn't have time to panic about what to say or do, because the change in air temperature between the crowded, warm locker room and the larger, colder gym triggered a sneeze.

"Hello, I'm--I'm--ACHOO!" he sneezed into his left arm as he shook hands with his right, "I'm Edom Chartreuse.  Pleasure to meet you." The imposter gave an embarassed smile before following the other students to their seats.