*Sketch stands on the other end of the hallway, wearing his slightly metallic duster. He is not wearing his backpack, however and instead only has the silver-hilted sword at his hip. He touches the back of his neck with his right hand, a katana with a blade that gives off a white glow forming in it.* "I'm more of an [i]out with the old, in with the new,[/i] type of guy... Okay that was a lie. Frankly I like new and old stuff just as much depending on the current situation... But you get my point..." *He raises his sword in a sort of block.*