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Join Obsidian just so I can argue with you

Jock/Li has had enough of this. He brings up his hand and slaps him clean across the left cheek. It echoes for a moment. Even though his knuckles are covered in bandages from breaking down the girls door before it makes a loud sound. Everything goes silent. “Who’s going to cry now, baby boy?”

“You shut your trap before I shut it for you, Street filth.”

He looks over at Alera and nods an almost respectful nod. He eyes Lokia. He could see a form of lower class hatred in her eyes and he couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing. Time would tell. Her turns back to Len. ”What’s wrong street boy? Need to cry to mommy?” @Edema Rue

He retracts his hand, standing taller. ”What do you have a bone to pick pretty boy? You want to test me, filth?”

He nods, he turns himself to Len and sticks out his hand to shake. He has a small grin across his face. @Edema Rue ”Julius Vanderalt. Son of First Citizen ‘Wolfgang’ Vanderalt, and Flight leader of Phantom Flight” He smiles. ”Callsign: Jock.”

I………… thank you……..

He continues to stand at attention to the sleeping man, not even looking at Len. He stands there still as a pillar, waiting for someone of superior power to dismiss him to teaching his flight.

Li straightens up, saluting with perfect posture to the instructor. ”Julius Augustine Vanderalt, Son of First Citizen ‘Wolfgang’ Vanderalt.” He looked of deep cavern descent. Mostly it looked like he was from the old earth race known as ‘german’ “At your service.” (Gone for a half hour now sorry)

He looks up at her, his eyes flickering with rage and disgust for a moment. ”What did you call me, cadet?” He strolls over towards him. “What did you call my flight mates, filth?”

He decides not to bother her for now. He will probably introduce himself later. “You there!” He barks. ”What flight are you?” He strides over and stands over her desk, tapping at it with his big finger. ”Flight number, cadet?”

“Speak up would you?” He stands straighter, is hands now by his sides. “Mice get shot. Phantoms do not.”

He looks up as he finishes bandaging his knuckles. “Phantom Flight, cadet?” His voice is stern, his flight suit freshly pressed.

Just as he steps in, the bell rings requiring everyone to file to their instructors classes for flight training. He groans and grabs a handful of bandages and walks to the classroom, waiting for his flight to arrive. The bell rings. Everyone report to their flights. @TheRavenHasLanded @Canada Lover @xinoehp512 @The Honorable One @[Redacted] @Ravenclawjedi42 (Just trying to get some rp going) @Edema Rue @Ancient Elantrian @The Wandering Wizard @Thaidakar the Ghostblood @shortcake (Yall can play some characters if you’d like. They won’t have any GM Plot relevance, simply for fun like I’m doing. Your characters will be ‘excused’ from the Hunger Games)

He sighs, walking with his enormous stride into the cafeteria with the others for breakfast. “How did you even get into the program Cadet if you don’t even know your flight…. Find them.”