"This'll be the day, da da DA DAAAAA! This'll be the day somethin' and there's a dooooooor!" The light, soprano voice echoed through the airship hallway filled with a few small groups of students who were milling nervously about as the large ship ascended into the clouds. They gave her a few quizzical looks as she passed, her sandy-blonde ponytail bouncing about her shoulder while she skip-danced along with the music blaring through her black over-the-ear headphones. It was hard to say whether they were more interested in her awkward movements and off-key singing or in the thin delicate hand that was casually spinning the large and vicious looking flail in a graceful figure-8 motion that caused a light whistle as it passed through the air. She failed to notice any of these strange stares, being so engrossed in the music that was fueling her near-limitless pool of energy.

Kaesey Kay still couldn't believe that she would be attending [i][b]the[/i][/b] Beacon Academy.

"Welcome to a world of blooooooody evolution!" Flying into another rousing chorus, Kalimay Kay closed her eyes and brought the handle of Breakr up to pretend it was a microphone, complete with a lot of aggressive head-banging. Unfortunately, this made her unable to notice that she'd accidentally pressed a certain button on her weapon and before she knew it the chain was extending mid-spin and the large flail head was smashing straight through the center of an elegant wooden bench placed beside a large bay window. 

Luckily, the bench itself had been unoccupied. 

"Oooops..." KK muttered, dropping her headphones around her neck as her cheeks flared a bright pink. A soft 'whirring' from the weapon drew in the chain and brought the flail head back through the broken hole, which only helped to make it larger and send several large splinters scattering about the floor. With a light cough and a quick look around to make sure none of the airship staff were in view, KK quickly stacked the larger pieces on the bench's seat before sliding away with a rather suspicious whistle. Head down, trying to look as nonchalant as possible (and failing comically), she rounded a corner and ran face-first into the chest of an armored figure.

"Ouch!" She squeaked, hand gingerly rubbing her nose as she bounced back. This pained expression quickly turned to one of awe, her jaw nearly hitting the floor as her icy blue eyes went up and down the figure before her. "Oh my dust, there's ROBOTS AT BEACON!?"