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Luken

Chiming bells and a moving crowd gave Luken something to do. Tongues, locked doors, crowds...he was still absorbing. At the back of the long table on the left, he was glad to find out names, powers. Ellard was indeed a stuttery lad. Weak. And he confirmed his roommate Cecile.

When he introduced himself, he gave only his first name "Luken..." eyeing a few around him with a curled smile. He refused to let anyone have the upper hand on him. April's power did interest him though. Impervious to their powers? He kept smiling politely, imagining how he could test that as he took his seat.

But what flipped a switch in his mind were the classes.

In particular, Necromancy.

He'd never thought about it. At least not in the sense of actually being able to do it. Control them. The dead, in the ground, rotting, smelling, lost to this world...Surely anyone who could master that skill would be powerful, untouchable. Straightening his collar, his eyes flickered back and forth at the invisible possibilities before him. Forget water manipulation...he could have real power.

In fact, many of the classes intrigued him. Surprised, he folded his hands, laughing. Maybe he would like this place.

Glancing to Cecile, he muttered, "Should be a fun year," eyebrows high.