OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
Weyland offered little more than a soft groan upon hearing the announcement, unlike the rest of the students, he was absentmindedly making sure to keep a few feet away from larger groups of people; he pulled the hood of his Black/White cloak over his head in a cautious attempt to make him less noticeable. This had the adverse effect. He was now the rather short weirdo in the oddly coloured cloak. A few whispers started, but considering the wide array of students and their odd, mismatched appearences, his odd appearance and attitude was quickly dismissed, he was simply muttering unintelligible things to himself on their way to the hall.
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