<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache.asos.com/inv/S/71/712/505314/Black/image1xl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Maxamillian Arturo<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>The Obsidian Knight<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Freshman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hall of Oracles<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Araceli/Anyone<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Even though there had only been two days of classes thus far, Max felt pretty sure that he could say at least one thing about Nebula with absolute certainty. And that was that things here were very different than any situation he’d found himself in before. And it wasn’t just the obvious things, like the fact that before this he’d been living in a prison or that before that he’d been living in what could only be defined as an evil lair. The things that stuck out to him the most were just the little differences. The lack of fear in peoples’ eyes, the fact that people actually moved out of one another’s way and said ‘excuse me,’ the sight of students and faculty simply walking at a slow comfortable pace without an air of desperate urgency. All these things were very foreign to Max.<br/><br/>These thoughts passed through Max’s mind as he left the library, where he’d just spent over an hour browsing.  While he’d been at Belleview his counselor had suggested that he look up and read some books on basic morality. He hadn’t done it then, mostly because he had an image with the other inmates that he needed to protect if he wanted to keep others from screwing with him. But this place seemed much safer and he felt comfortable enough to revive his enjoyment of reading. As it turned out the library they had here was extremely impressive and he’d managed to find a suitably large book that claimed to cover the subject of morality among several different world cultures.<br/><br/>This book, and a copy of The Odyssey , was tucked under Max’s right arm as he made his way away from the library. He wasn’t entirely sure where he was heading next and continued to walk forward with his gaze caught on a large photograph on the wall to his right. As it was it would be very easy for him to bump into someone.