Costin
"Ha! I see, I understand! Thine world must've been pretty exciting then, if vars like that became naught but ancient history."
Argh, he did it again. When he got excited, he started using words that didn't really fit with youngsters of the era. He tried to learn the ins and out of their slang though, but hiding the accent was a pain.
"That's dope." He posed cooly like some gangster in the 80's. How old was he anyways? There were grandparents with a better sense of trends than that. Bah, didn't matter. Nothing was going to get the sunglasses out of his face.
However-
"Buuuuut... it is mine turn now, and naught shall stop me from seizing this moment! The moment vhere I..."
He aimed his stick with precision this time, poised lower than a beast. For a second, all of his muscles focused on that one ball, no more like a beast or a human, but a machine of destruction. On all levels except physical, it was like watching a tank aiming for his target.
And then, the shot fires.
A bit too hard though. The sonic boom flicked everyone's hair up and slammed the ball with enough force to crater straight into the wall, narrowly avoiding any bystanders but silencing everyone who was watching them, as the wall caved under the impact of the ball.
Costing's bangs dropped from the sonic explosion, even he looked a bit surprised. He could've sworn he only used 5% there.
"Whoops. Mybad."
He subtly slipped the cue stick to the guy he borrowed it from, who was still speechless as ever, right in front of everyone.
"It was him." He pointed to the poor guy and played it cool.