~~~~~~~~~~~~Trodaire Viridis~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trodaire was standing in the locker room for so long, he didn't realize that his Camouflage activated on accident. It was an automatic self defense sometimes, handy but annoying when used unintentionally... he was standing next to a locker for while because he was looking at the damage the locker rooms sustained during the Grimm attack. There were destroyed lockers, broken pillars, and one of the walls was broken down by something big, which he didn't want to dwell on. He saw Arcanum, but didn't really say anything to him really... Arcanus was human, so it was a little hard for Trodaire to talk to his kind... he just walked through the wreckage to a banged up locker. He punch in his code, but nothing happened... he sighed, then as quick as a flash he punched the door. It didn't look like anything happened, until Trodaire adjusted his gloves, then the door creaked open. He simply reached in and pulled out a notebook. He sighed with relief and looked through it to make sure there really was no damage. All of the pages held music scores. Songs he made for his flute. He didn't look it, but he did like the arts. He just stood there for a bit, looking through each page thoroughly.