Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150502044323/@comment-26130256-20150503212113

The night passed without major incident, and Azulius woke up feeling better than he had in a while. He shaved, got dressed, and loaded up his trench coat with as much ammo as would fit. That, plus his cards and scroll, was all he should have needed for the initiation.

Walking to the cafeteria, he caught at least a few looks aimed at him. Clearly, Beacon was not a school where you could just throw a man out a window without word spreading around. But fortunately, the dirty looks were cut with a few who seemed grateful that Azzie wasn't the type to suffer bullies, and a couple looks of shock that a student as thin as he was had the ability to throw another person in the way they heard. The magician smiled a little. His sworn duty was to make people question what they thought they knew, and if he did that by throwing a man through a window, so be it.

After filling his tray with some food, Azulius found an empty table near the middle of the cafeteria to sit at. Hopefully, with his central position, anyone looking for him to sit with him would be able to do so without problems.