<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>INSTANT REGRET</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>'The Lion's Roar, actually.'</em>Lionel nearly said, though abstained for fear of sounding fault finding. Yes, yes of course his family would be memorable for their auditory semblance; the semblance that he didn't, in fact, have. He couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy in that respect. Lionel beamed all the same, pushing his darker side away.<strong>"Yes, you are correct, madame! That is indeed the trademark hereditary semblance of the Goldmann family."</strong><br/><br/>Behind the pair, a soft<em>whump!</em>reverbrated through the ground as the black trunk fell off the encumbered airship. Lionel leaned over to grip it, hefting the luggage as if it were just a normal bag, and triumphantly set it down in front of him. The front of the black case bore the Goldmann family emblem on it- a golden lion with bull-horns.<strong>"But where are my manners!?"</strong>he asked rhetorically. He extended a pan-sized palm towards Noire; it was an attempt at an earnest handshake, though his hand stood to encompass the faunus's.<strong>"It is good to see a fellow Atlesian countryman attending this prestigious university! What might your name be?"</strong>