Lyosha (Fava) Rodion Ruric was anxious about today. For the previous week he had been planning on what he could do and what he could bring to the combat. He knew that his semblance would kill him in the tournament if he used it as a crutch, which meant he had to go back to his old ways of fighting. Oh how he remembered his old ways, it was so fun! When the school gangs brawled, it was amazing to participate for his school and defend those who couldn’t defend themselves of his schools. Although he knew that many of his adversaries ended up in the hospital. Heading out of his room to head to the waiting room (realizing he wasn’t fighting yet the day before) he knew he could take his time. With both parents at work, he had time to collect his stash of materials. He’d go outside to his father’s shed, grab an old lead pipe, not rusted but he knew it was here for the longest time. Going back, he tried to find the smelliest thing in the fridge- and he found it, almost a three year old tuna fish salad that had been sealed in an old tupperware dish. This would kill anyone with a sensitive nose- or at least he thought. He looked at it and nearly gagged from the outrageous mold that had grown on the dish. With this, he took his arm and filled them with several high grades of alcohol, Nodka, Grandy, and Dhisky, all of which caught fire, as well as an old pack of cigarettes and his trusty electronic lighter. He also grabbed several strips of random cloth and old shirts too because he heard it was fun to choke someone with them (and he didn’t think of it in a sexual way either). He cracked his neck, did his daily work out to get warmed up and left the house. He had some things to pick up on the way there. He whistled while he walked, grabbed a newsletter from one of the mailmen and then remembered- his scroll! Running back to his house he grabbed it, put it in his duffel bag and then went back on his normal route. To Dalmarts, a local shop he knew well, and picked up several things of glue (3 of them), a thing of glitter, 2 rolls of firecrackers, sparklers,smoke bombs (you know those annoying little sh*tty ones) and went down to the beach. He had previously grabbed a Ziplock bag previously at his home and filled them, at the beach- with sand! It may have been a meme for some fantasy game...Gungeons and Gragons? Something like that! With this, he threw in some small pebbles and decent sized rocks in his duffel bag before he FINALLY went to the waiting room of the arena. He wasn’t guided by anyone, he showed his tickets to the guard and went to the waiting room. He then saw the man with a pet-man, he tilted his head, “Is that-” he thought before he spoke then realized.
“Oh hello Sirs,” He said with a small bow, sitting down his duffel bag on a chair.
“I’m assuming one of you will be a competitor? Good luck with your fight, whenever it will be.” He said as he gave a smile, offering a handshake to both of the men.
Student|| Team: NGLT|| PC: 39
Location: In the waiting Room of the tournament of flames
With: Nachthaut
Semblance: Inactive.
Large Dust: 1 red dust, 1 Yellow dust, 1 blue dust
Small Dust: 1 orange, 1 red, 2 black, 1 purple, 1 light blue, 2 yellow
Inventory (his Duffle Bag) : In the dufflebag are a number of different small items including: A lead pipe, a tupperware with extremely stinky, and moldy tuna salad, Glitter, 3 bottles of glue, a ziplock bag of sand and round pebbles, various fireworks (firecrackers, bad smoke bombs, and sparklers), Various alcohols (Nodka, Grandy and Dhisky), an old pack of cigarettes, an electric lighter, and several pieces of old cloth (around 5).
