<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/booboostuart1_zpsdbd0c3cc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ri'Staraa Sayed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9791005#msg9791005)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Eurus<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>2nd floor, #2<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Training "Room"<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/3, 2pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ri had followed along diligently, not really knowing what to expect. This indoor environment was enormous - how could he have missed it somehow from looking at the facility from the outside? Of course, they're far underground. This meant that the area was likely going to be one where weapon testing was going to go down. He smirked a bit and looked around while he listened to the two announcements. Alright, so they were going to be tested. No biggie.... maybe.<br/><br/>But then came the words "You have one minute" - and they had come shortly after the instructions to choose leaders and divide up. Clearly they weren't going to make this easy on the students. It would be chaos. There would be no strategy after those sixty seconds were up and they unleashed whatever crazy they were going to release on them. This was<em>exactly</em>the kind of situation that the boy liked to avoid. He tensed and rolled his eyes, his nose scrunched up in disgust. Looking around, he should have known that the bulk of the students were standing there, dumbfounded. It was time to make a move and get shit started - the sooner the better.<br/><br/>The Arab boy stepped out in front of the group of classmates and put his foot down, clapping loudly at the same time to get their attention. He brought an arm up to point his thumb at his chest. "All right, who's with<em>me?</em>" He wasn't making a ploy at being a leader - the last thing he wanted was having to be in charge of a group of confused, startled teens. He'd work better off on the sidelines. "Look, I don't care who's in charge, I just want to get this moving. So if you want a fair stealth fighter who can use a sword..."  His palms rested on the hilts of the Eastern weapons strapped to his waist, "I can be a<em>whirlwind</em>to your advantage..." He wasn't quite letting his wind abilities be obvious, but he was alluding to it. If anyone was quick enough to pick up on the hint, then they were exactly the kind of people he wanted by his side. His eyes shot over to where Jean was in the crowd and he searched her face to see how she was handling the situation.