<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bzGLBtW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Raisho Hajimoto<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Ghast<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ghast Dorm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team Ghast<br/><br/>He'd waved Gwen when he entered, and had a feeling this was the second of many happy interactions between the two. They were friends after all. He bowed back to Ruby, bending slightly at the waist and putting his fist against his flat palm like he always did right before spars, fights with people he respected as opponents, and people he respected in general. They may have just met, and he knew nothing aside from her name, what weapons used and that she was from Vale...but they were teammates, and while deep, true respect usually needed to be earned, he had enough for her for that one reason to be polite and courteous.<br/><br/><strong>"And you, Ruby",</strong>he said back. From his spot on the top bunk above Erik's, he listened to them talk about Ruby's motorcycle and he couldn't help but add a brief two cents.<strong>"You also have to calibrate the crystal so the stress from being inside a rumbling machine with so many moving parts won't cause it to fracture or crack. If it does it <em>will</em> explode."</strong><em>And you <strong>will</strong> die</em>, he said in his mind, and made sure to keep to himself. He already had a feeling people thought he was a grim individual, and that wouldn't help. He closed his eyes as Erik finally went into the story of the fall of Dirge.<br/><br/>He listened intently to his account; one of originally hundreds, but cut down to mere dozens when all the heads were counted. He listened in silence just like everyone else, but he had a very vivid memory, and his mind flashed back to the village when the Beowolves attacked. Screams, howls, roars...fires blazing and blood soaking<em>everything</em>. The screams and sobs of his sister drowned out everything, even the staggering pain from the beowolf that nearly left him blinded. The one that left him with the cursed red eyes.<br/><br/>Erik was finished with his story, but he still saw the past. His uncle and grandfather being cut down as they were swarmed, and Raisho could do nothing but drag his brother behind him while his mother cradled his sister to her chest, and his father protected them from any of those beasts that got too close. The memory was so vivid that when his eyes suddenly snapped open, they were both glowing bright. So bright that they bathed the room in their light.<br/><br/>He grunted once before putting a hand over his right eye, the eye with the scar. Blood had started to stream from it and it hurt just like the day he'd gotten it. He calmed himself down and the intensity of the glow subsided back to normal. Then he took his hand away and looked down at the bloody mess. He didn't say anything as he silently fell to the floor and walked past the others to the kitchenette. He found a towel and placed it under his eyes to dab away the excess and held it there just in case before sitting down in one of the chairs. He still hadn't said anything.