Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160530233456/@comment-26571677-20160617072433

Dust flipped his hat off, measuring the sun with his thumb, one eye squinting, and his tongue on his lip while sitting down on the very, very large forest, which had dense forest all around. Eventually, he nodded, and turned towards the obviously confused and somewhat annoyed recruits, before sighing at their impatience. Evidently, they'd never heard of the term, 'Good things come to those who wait'. As if to prove his point, he laid back down onto the grass, pulling up a straw, and chewing down onto it.

One hand grabbed a Jumbuck, and the other was put behind his head, as he pulled his hat down, and fired a shot into the tall trees and dense bush, listening as he heard the characteristic slap and crunch of a Steel Dust bullet hitting it's mark, this time, a Raphus. It let off an amazingly loud squawk, and Dust heard, in the distance, the trademark thundering of a dozen Ursa, a pack of 10 Beowulves and....was that two Death-Stalkers? Perhaps he would have to get up and help them, and yet....then again....Nah, he wasn't going to, if they couldn't handle this, they had no place in this school.

He flicked his fingers at them, befoore putting away his revolver, and putting his other hand behind his head.

"I want those things dead by nightfall, which should come in...around 15 to 30 minutes. Fail that, and you're going straight back home. Now, excuse me as I take a nap..."

While his entire body language indicated that he had started to sleep, all his senses were scanning what he could hear and smell, observing the scent of the recruits, and their movement patterns.