<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>GREETILINGS</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The massive man's eyes opened as his newest No. 1 Fan called upon him... Sort of. To be frank, Lionel was more surprised than anything. No one usually took note of dramatic posing. Lionel didn't expect them to, not really. It was more for posterity's sake. A kind of filler to ensure that even when idle, Lionel was at least doing his damnedest to be remembered. Either he was doing something right this time, or Vales was a particularly easy crowd to please.<br/><br/>The towering hunter turned to Noire. His entire face lit up in delight when she asked her question. A wide grin dawned on his features in satisfaction. She? Remember him? No, he couldn't be so lucky. Being remembered meant a great deal for Lionel. It was the entire point of the act! Lionel had to be certain.<br/><br/>Lionel Bronto Goldmann rubbed his chin in thought, bending his immense frame forward to get a look at the girl.<strong>"Hmm. A question for the ages, fellow huntress!"</strong>he exclaimed, deciding to milk this attention for all it was worth. His eyes flickered over the girl's apparel, noting the Atlesian insignia.<strong>"Ah!"</strong>he exclaimed, raising a finger in realization.<strong>"Perhaps you know me from the Atlesian exams. Where I valiantly defeated an Ursa with my bear hands!"</strong>Lionel flexed his hands slightly for dramatic effect. He wasn't grand-standing on that last bit, even the examiners were impressed. Lionel boasted, but he didn't lie.<strong>"Or even then, you may have heard of the illustrious family from which I hail. Why, my family's bloodline has played a noteworthy role in advancing Atlesian society for GENERATIONS!"</strong>Lionel's entire body flexed on that last note.<br/><br/><strong>"Am I, perhaps, ringing any bells?"</strong>He'd ask.<br/><br/>Behind the pair, a pair of baggage men began unloading a long, rectangular piece of rolling luggage from an airship. They were having a large amount of difficulty with it. Just lifting the suitcase at an angle was nearly too much for them. It was impossible, of course, but the airship itself seemed like it was tilting slightly in the direction of the offending object.