<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Job Role: </strong>Villain<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dining hall --> Holodeck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>(Open)<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>Blake had had a grand night.  Much better than he thought this school would be.  He was getting up alone, but he knew he didn't go down that way.  The fact that he was going to get a shower, he thought it might be best to let whomever she was shower alone or they wouldn't...no they would not be making it to breakfast and after the night he had he was starved.  That was the one thing his powers didn't do replenish his reserves, he did need to eat like a horse, he would love to have a bacon IV but that would cause other damage to his body without exercise.  He came back to get dress only to find his nocturnal companion gone, he chuckled as it wasn't a problem as he would find her later or with any luck she would find him.<br/><br/>He went down to breakfast with his shirt open not really thinking much about training.  With his mind, he was always ready.  He prepared his plate thinking he was doing something till he saw the hot magical redhead with a plate similar to his own.  She moved to eat as he did, not pig-like but quick and efficient.  He was wowed by her and smirked.  'I think I am in love.'  He teased to himself before getting up and going to get a couple more waffles and bacon before he moved to finish off his juice and had to this meeting they had this morning.<br/><br/>When the group was in there and the room was flooded with darkness he moved to remember where everyone was.  He remembers seeing where the guy called wildcard was and moved to throw him at the drones, he saw no reason to get injured and it seems like the RC gods wanted a sacrifice.  He watched the redhead witch warrior move quickly though finding this all rather humorous about the fact that she seemed to have this well in hand the rest of them were needed for?  He did focus on the seen to find out what the shots would do and what their effect was, but his natural reaction was to attack he wasn't used to finding cover but he reached to his belt for some throwing stars and was going to aim for the lights he could hit three before he used his Wildcard projectile.