Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20191126141951/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:EDA5:7C56:875E:E2C7-20191127025938

Akatani stood in a crowd of other hopeful Talentless people, all wishing their name would be called and get a chance to gain an ability. The chances of he himself getting pulled were rather low, yet he submitted the form anyways.

He sighed to himself and watched as the man stuffed his hand into the large container of names and pull one out delicately. For a moment, Akatani saw the color of the ink-a dark blue. It took a moment for him to realize that that was the color of the pen he wrote his name with. Of course, it was still highly unlikely-

“Akatani Mikumo.”

Well, he was proved wrong, for once in his sixteen years of living.

The crowd whispered and muttered to themselves, wondering who this lucky “Akatani Mikumo” was. Their question was soon solved, for Akatani himself brushed past the Talentless crowd up to the stage silently.

Four other names would be drawn this morning. Akatani offhandedly wondered who they would be as he stood there, waiting. The man pulled out another name with a flourish. He opened his mouth, and out came the name-

-Loki