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Mission Time - Yawn...
Fwoosh!
"Ah, how I didn't miss this." Rostam groaned.
Rostam's blanket had flown into the air on its own accord, floating above him, taunting him. The lights in his room started to flash, not just turn on, no, Yun knew her son too well for that. She made them flash on and off. He tried to turn over and cover his head with the pillow, but it was reduced to a pile of salt. Now he had to get up before he got dandruff or something.
Begrudgingly, Rostam sat up and yawned, sporting his birthday suit he casually walked into the bathroom, shaking his head to get whatever excess salt off of him he could. Standing in front of the mirror he got a good look at all the salt in his hair and stood back with the most blank expression he could muster. He took his hand, flexed his fingers out toward his hair, and yawned the command to blow. It took a while, but eventually he got the salt out and he couldn't help but be awake.
"The pillow is a new one. But does it come back?" Rostam peeked outside his bathroom and sighed. The pillow did not magically regenerate. However, from the bathroom he could see just how dirty his room was. "I might as well tidy the room up a bit."
He scratched the back of his head, but even he had to admit that the numerous cups of instant ramen, scrapped reports lying about, and piles of books that were probably overdue was a bit much. He brushed his teeth quickly and ran a comb through his head once or twice. After a quick shower and throwing on some clothes Rostam hopped into the middle of his messy room. There was so much crap everywhere he had no idea where to start. A quick scan of the room revealed that he was most bothered by the amount of trash everywhere.
"Alright, I guess I'll start with the trash." Rostam said as he bent down and picked up a cup of ramen. The minute he touched that cup he could feel the energy in his body just leave. Instantly he could see every cup, every piece of paper, every wrapper, and every empty box in the room. He tossed the cup in his hand in a nearby can. "I'm gonna need a bag." Rostam then looked to his blanket. "Don't suppose you'd want to help?" The blanket didn't budge and Rostam let his head drop as he got to work. "I didn't think so."
With all that extra time Rostam had a clean room just as his alarm to get up went off. Which meant he had half an hour to spare. His stomach then grumbled and he rubbed it as it roared. He didn't give his room another glance and stepped out the door to make his way to the library. He swiped through the computer looking for Fae books and then went to go pick up one that caught his interest. With his breakfeast book in hand he was back on track for his normal routine. He sat in the cafeteria eating cereal and using his magic to push pages along.
Today, Rostam had decided to rock a bandanna around his head and a blue robe. He was also fully equipped, his sword on his back, his utility belt wrapped around his waist with his gun at his side, his bands and glove fully charged. The only color on him was that multicolored bandanna and blue robe, but since his clothing was specially made for combat there wasn't much room for designs or stuff like that. He could pick a color and that was about it. The rest of him was pretty much black.
While he sat there in the cafeteria a girl he'd really never seen before waltzed in. He couldn't help, but think she was pretty so naturally he stared, not really trying to hide it. He watched as she filled up her plate with everything the cafeteria had to offer and then watched as she pigged out on her food. "Nice." Rostam said as he returned to his meal and book.
He finished his cereal pretty early and looked up from his book to see the time. He'd be a bit early to the mission briefing, but it wouldn't hurt. Conjuring up his nimbus cloud, he hopped on it and read his book as it flew to its programmed destination. Arriving at the door he hopped down and walked in, immediately he was hit with menacing aura of Zander. He shrugged his shoulders as he waved to Daniel and then another hiding off in the corner.
"So many new transfers lately." Rostam said as he made himself comfortable in the room. He closed his book and set it down on a table. "Hey, you with the ripped jeans, what's your name? I don't think we've crossed paths before."
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