<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:45 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Halls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Syra, Open!<br/><hr/><br/>Either she was confident or she was proud, but to openly admit something like that, he couldn't help but feel curious about that. What was she again... Part dark, part ghost? Sableye, as he recollected... They were Cunning and tricky, and given her choice of outfits and how secretive she was with her life, she could have been anywhere from capable in direct combat to skillful in dispatching the unaware. He didn't want to consider that latter one though...<br/><br/>She certainly was slick, he'd admit. Folding his arms, he stepped back as she sipped her drink and went on to explain the things she'd brought with her. "Custom made? You really went all out then, didn't you?" He hummed, rubbing the back of his head. Generally, if stuff was custom-made, the asking price for those tended to be higher... Was she rich, or did she come from a better-off family? He'd be a little envious, but not full-blown jealous.<br/><br/>"What exactly<em>did</em>you order that was custom made anyway?"