<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/dy2egH8.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Clio Dewalt</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Roaming Faire Child Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Traveling Seeker of Eldest Knowledge Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Metal Weaving Child of the Forge Invoked</strong> [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Outside -> Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>Namira and Zephyr's little phone obsession drew a snort from Clio and a tighter squeeze around Namira before she let Luke and the raven haired lass go. "No bears but ninja are sneaky. He could have changed his shoes for that." There's a slight smirk curling her lips before she nods. "Something odd none the less.." The ravenette's complaint about her last schools food had her shrugging. "It's an island if the food isn't good we'll just have to break out and make a boat. Problem solved."<br/><br/>Zephyr's showing off of the menu has her leaning in. "Thanks. Didn't know you could make the screens bigger." A low hum drifts from her as she tilts her head. "That bad here? Odd. Beyond the bear footed ninja demon we saw I'd not heard anything. Then again I wasn't the one that chose this place.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">... fucking flight here.</span>"<br/><br/>Clio's pocket dings as she joins the group at the table,  her tray thumping against the table before she digs out her phone. A few taps and a smile curls her lips before she slips it back into her pocket. "Know what I'm doing tonight."<br/><br/>Sitting down she turns to her tray, loaded with a double order of tots and two of the largest hamburgers they had. Luke's Austrian accent has her laughing before a grin curls her lips. "Even if it doesn't bleed we can break and crunch it. Hammer time after all." The question on her fighting style has her frowning and pausing in sticking the tots in her hamburgers. "Style? You mean stick the pointy end in a person or use the flat side to hit heads isn't a style?" She manages an almost completely clueless look towards Luke for a few seconds before giggling. "No belts. No ranks. Not in what I learned. You could call it the way of the knight if you wanted to be fancy. Blades, blunts, armor, shield, and things that go twang. Grandfather insisted I learned the way of the cane too. Mum swore boxing was a good thing to learn for self defense." With another grin she turns towards her meal. "If it's European and historical then I probably know it. Doesn't make sense to forge something if you can't use it. How else would you know where the balance has to be?"