Tom Blanc
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Aena:
“Well, It seems that the most common things people have asked me is what we do here. So I’ll start there. The entirety of the school, or at least what I’ve seen so far, is comprised of gyms, libraries or, labs. We do all own thing here, so there are no scheduled class times. Mr. Ren, I want you to show Mr. Kaito around the dorms later tonight. I guess I should start to hold some sort of class once we have enough students. The last time… was not so successful.
Now, I’ll give either of you specific help. I hope I wasn’t too useless.”
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Aena:
“I’m a student teacher here. My n-name is Aena. What do you need help with? I may be able to asnwer all requests. I can send you to the principal (Whose bound to be awake) if I can’t help,” Her words came out muddled because things were still heavy on her mind.
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Aena:
Aena felt strange, and rather embarrassed. If anything, Kuze would be alive, and perhaps he wasn’t on mission but rather he was somewhere else. Either way, his fate was not in her hands. She was unable to sleep, so she walked around to tire herself out.
Sadly, even after hours of walking her mind wasn’t clear, and she began to suspect electronic interference. She saw another student who seemed to be some sort of electronic wraith or something of that nature.
Trying to match his face to her information, she called out to him, “Mr. Kaito? Is that you? Since you’re a new student, maybe do you need me to help?”
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Xander stepped outside, “Is it normal for a cold one to not like the cold?” He saw Gekido standing in front of some burning bodies. He put his hand on his wrist, not sure what to make of it “‘Okay then.” He went back inside.
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Tom:
Tom made his way to the front of the school. Normally, he’d try to be more tasteful in his choice of words, but the occasion was too great. “Oi, Jerrel. The triumphant hero returns home.”, he said as he extended a hand out to him.
Aena:
Aena had been wandering the halls, but she had been in the right place at the right time. ” Mr. Jerrel! You’re back and healthy. I’m glad to see you. But, There were two sent away. Where’s Kuze?”
Visibly distraught, she ran down to her room, while her face turned red.
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Aena:
Aena went and took her power nap, as she had skipped the last few. When she got back to her now constant stroll, she was elated, because she received news that the mission-bound kids will be returning. Also, she saw Mr. Ren and Ms. Asumi talking on the roof. She never quite understood why people liked to talk in such ridiculous places. Speaking of conservation, what would be the first thing she’ll say to Kuze? She hoped that he would be alright.
Tom:
When Tom got backed from the town, he noticed that he got weird looks wherever he went. Could people tell he wasn’t human? He looked pretty normal, he guessed. He unpacked and tuned his new violin, hoping to practice later tonight. He prepared some tea and skillfully carried it to where he sensed Kurama and the rest without letting it get cold. “Tea, anyone?”
Just his luck, he walked in at the wrong time, didn’t he?
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Tom:
Tom was already in town when he realized that he could just have his old violin shipped to him. The only problem was that then his location would be revealed. His father grew distant the day Tom’s mom was killed, and then even more so when his daughter went missing. No, missing isn’t the right word. It is highly likely that Tom accidentally vaporized her trying to heal her.
Tom’s memory grew dim and he felt something heavy in his throat as he walked the street. All that time ago, Tom remembered that he lost consciousness on that night. When he found his wit again, his comrades, his friends offered their condolences. After that, Tom couldn’t bear to see them again. His father became engrossed in his work, and wanted Tom to inherit his title and business. It was understandable, because without that, it was like no one in the family had ever lived.
Just a few months ago, He found joy in idleness and adventure.
It was time for a new violin anyway. I’ve outgrown my old one.
As he picked out a new one and went back to the school, he vowed to become powerful enough to return and face his friends.
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Tom:
Although he wasn’t very hurt at all, Tom was still pretty exhausted. He took a short nap, careful not to fall asleep. He was on his way to the town when he heard the demon play her violin.
Bah, I would’ve probably played better than that.
As he listened though, his opinion changed and maybe he would try to buy a violin. So long ago, Tom still had some free time and was part of his academy’s orchestra. It was one of the few things he was better at than his sister. Before any bitter thoughts, he saw the fight between Takra and some poor chap who lacked any visible powers.
Aena:
Aena was getting rather impatient and so she wandered aimlessly, observing the students. When she saw the fight, she said “Mr. Ren, Mr. Takra, please stop. I don’t know why your fighting, but please, I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
She primed her weapons; she would use them if need be.
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Tom:
“We never had a proper introduction. I’m Tom Blanc, It’s nice to meet you, and I would love to spar again. It takes a lot more to kill me, and quite frankly, I’ll win next time,” he said with a slight smile as he extended his arm in a handshake.
True, he did beat me, quite embarrassingly. In my own defense, I was unarmed and failed to use some of my alchemy. As a slayer, I should try harder.
“Do you require healing?”
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Tom:
Tom took his stomping pretty well. He could just restore his injuries later, and he probably wasn’t going to die from it. His blank ability did well with a deux’s pain resistance. He got up, drew circle and restored the injured parts of his body to how they were before the sparring started. “Mr. Haru, I thank you for saving me, but you could’ve done that earlier.” He waited for Gojira to get up.
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Tom:
Tom’s arm got severely damaged and he got pushed to the floor. He quickly recovered. He healed his arm with the massive amounts of residual energy from his breath attacks. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be much of a slayer if he lost a limb. He prepared for a risk attack. He decomposed himself and reappeared above of Gojira and tried to kick from atop.
Aena:
“Yes, Precisely, I want you to invent a device that can allow for magic to be visible, or at the very least detectable. A philosopher, I can’t quite remember the name, Aris-; he had some theories about that. At the very least, I believe that these supposed particles are able to be captured. Normally, I would’ve asked someone else, but he’s away on mission. I hope he’s okay. Pardon me, Mr. Flavius. I wish to watch the other students spar outside. Please contact me for further help,” she said as she left.
((And just so you know, Aena has the appearance of a 16 year old, and is visibly an android. ))
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Aena:
“Of course, I can help you in whatever studies. I’ve only recently learned the definition of ‘hermetic’ and I feel obliged to tell you that another student, a certain Mr. Tom knows a little alchemy. He approaches it purely as a science however. I am learned in countless subjects and I can help you study. Since I might not always be available, I suggest you can go to the library. My own area of study is human behavior, so my work might overlap with yours. As for taking you as my pupil, I agree. For me teaching is a mean, not an end. I hope that this helps me towards my goal. As for my for my request, I want you to research optics and find out a way for me to detect magic outside the visible spectrum. Some students could easily exploit my lack of sight and I fear of losing their respect, if I even have any.”
Tom:
Tom knew it would be all over if he took that headbutt, so using the hidden alchemy circle on his back that was previously covered by his coat, he decomposed himself into the most primordial atoms and reconstituted himself safely away. He began to bleed form his lip, but it was nothing. Next he lunged, his crystallized arm like a sword.
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Aena:
“No, but I’ve read that book before, I can have that printed within a minute or so. I have information that you’re a scholar. Well, Mr. Flavius, I hope you excel. Can I help you with anything else? Once you have free time, I would like for you to help me with something?”
Aena left and returned with the book, which was freshly translated. She had sent the proper information to a printer with her translation software, “My name is Aena and I am a student teacher here. I won’t force you if you don’t want to, but actually It would help me be a better teacher.”
Tom:
Tom took the hit and stumbled back. The hit left a wound that would probably hurt later, even with his self-transmutation. Tom lunged forward, then feinted, and then punched Gojira’s chest. Physical strength wasn’t much of a strong suit, so he doubted that it dealt damage. Tom quickly stepped back in preparation of a counter attack.
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Aena:
Aena ran off to the sound which she perceived as some sort of distorted greeting. She looked at Hallows and said, “Hello, are you a new student? I have absolutely no information on you. Are you in need of assistance? I’m Aena, a student teacher.”
Tom:
<i>I have to avoid those vorpal protrusions if I want to presevere.</i>
“Okay, We’re starting Now.” Tom appeared to dash forward haphazardly, with his fists already curled. He was fully cautious so he planned to land a punch and then feint away. Tom started with a low sweep to Gojira’s legs.
((Sorry, I was rather busy yesterday)) <i> </i>
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Aena:
“Oh dear. I’ll check for injuries and damage, ” She said. But then she remembered she could just see any injured heat signatures and that the school repairs itself. She just stayed still. To her, the fight between Bryne and Hatsu was hard to follow, mostly because she had to switch between optical and thermal vision. “I don’t have any sensors for this.”
Tom:
“Okay, let’s get started then.” Tom drew an alchemy circle around himself. He used the left over energy from Bryne’s and Hatsu’s fight to crystalize his own skin. At least for the time being he could manage keeping the outer layer of his skin in a metal-lized form. He appeared the same afterwards, just that he had a metal sheen. He placed his coat neatly away and faced towards Gojira.
He remembered his school days, when both him and his mighty sister would get absolutely pummeled whenever they tried martial arts by their fellow students. But since then he had improved, blending it into his own swordplay. “Are you ready?”