<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/bb87d94e-fad3-47fb-ab8e-90f5fc13c0e3_zpse5855d16.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Bastian Grey</em><br/><strong>Alias:</strong><em>Sailor Pluto</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em>Campus – Library</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>April 7th, 4:00 p.m.</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>See here</em>(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/bf84d8aa-e624-445d-b78b-b4d09fca52b8_zps6d4a2bf6.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Hajime Amagi</em><br/><hr/>Bastian nodded. Here they were, in their non-Sailor glory. Something told Bastian that Hajime was not being completely forthcoming with his brush off of being ‘fine.’ Bastian didn’t know too much about Sailor Uranus or his alter ego.<br/><br/>Like Pluto, Uranus carried a physical weapon – a blade. Pluto’s was an athame, a ritualistic blade used in many Wicca traditions. It was a gift from his grandmother before she died. It is said to possess the spirits of his ancestors. When Pluto wielded it, he often felt the power of the spirits. His athame wasn’t needed for his abilities. However, it did provide him with additional courage in battles.<br/><br/>Bastian motioned around absentmindedly. “I’ve got a Research Assistantship with the Physics Department,” he flicked at his nametag. “In addition to our labs, we get assigned office hours in the library once a month.” He looked back over his shoulder to see if anyone wanted his attention.<br/><br/>“Studying up for a project or exam?” Bastian asked, recognizing Hajime’s dodging of the earlier question.<br/>