Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151201064839/@comment-24304510-20151201071743

Looking up from his notes, Lanse Nanhai adjusted his glasses slightly. He'd been doodling a bit in the corner of his notebook and had just finished a crude sketch of a Nevermore when Professor Dianthus had called on him. Resolving to flesh out the details later, the boy closed his notes and rose to his feet.

"Yes, Professor Dianthus." Lanse had always been one for formality. His foot nudged Gjallarthorn as his chair slid back, resting propped up against the table he'd been working at. Cocking his head and looking at it for a moment, the musician decided it would be safest to bring it with him. Spinning the longsword form of the weapon around in his hand with a flourish, Lanse held Gallarthorn up to the back of his waist, letting the magnet on his belt grip onto the steel of the blade and anchor it behind him.

The raven-haired boy walked briskly to the front of the classroom, a position next to the tiny teacher. Lanse wasn't a tall boy by any means, but he completely overshadowed her. In fact, she might even be smaller than Argent! At that thought, a smile crept onto the boy's face, and he loosened up a little.

"What can I help you with? Perhaps I can lend a bit more effect to your weather display?" And with that remark, Lanse activated Foley, clapping his hands together and producing a frighteningly realistic rumble of thunder. Then, waving his fingers, the musician hissed, creating the sound of summer rain falling onto a roof. Hearing a few murmurs and chuckles from the students, Lanse turned to Clove and bowed his head slightly.