Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20160123041732/@comment-24147026-20160124021508

"Man, what the hell?" Tuckyr asked the glowing screen of his Scroll, the message from Professor Wrach still staring back at him. He turned the device off and placed it into his pocket, looking back up to see that the girl he had been chatting up took the distraction of the message to flee from his lecherous advances.

Furrowing his brow in annoyance, the young student pivoted on the heel of his foot to turn towards the lockers. He was going to need Solias if he was going to take a class about Dust. As he walked, he couldn't help but question just what he was lacking in Dust to constitute a need for this kind of tutoring, but couldn't quite grasp at any flaws that he may have had with the stuff.

"Probably just need me to teach some of the slow learners," He hazard with a shrug. "Gainsboros always gotta help the weak after all." Grabbing his broadsword from his locker, Tuckyr felt better with it's weight on his back. "Yeah, that's probably it."

Weapon acquired and ego sufficiently stroked, he began to move towards the courtyard.