[b][i]The Silver Lining:[/i][/b]

[b]Compassion:[/b]

[i]”...Now let’s just see how this story arc progresses.”[/i] Gen thought to himself as he continued to indulge himself with the ground drink. He glanced around, sneaking peeks at his fellow students from time to time. Though his observation skills weren’t as adept as most, he got a relative idea of who he would be working with for the rest of his time at Beacon. Whilst his allies were among the crowd, there were also those who would end up becoming competitors. The teen had fully grasped how important these next few days would be. He indeed had faith in Tactician’s ability to choose the right teammates, the persona only thought about how beneficial they are on the battlefield. He leaves it to Gen to deal with every other aspect, such as social ordeals, studies, and self-management. [i]It’d probably be in T’s best interests to find a balanced team. Though he probably won’t take into consideration their own opinions and beliefs. I’ll just have to trust him and watch from the waiting room.”[/i] Once the airship arrives at the port, the students will most likely be left to wander until the opening ceremony. Gen had a vague conception of what the other students and himself will be put through tomorrow. [b]Euuugh. How can you drink that stuff, C? And you’re drinking it black as well! I hope you get a tummy ache, and then your pained stomach will keep you awake for the whole night!”[/b] Hio smiled feinly at the persona’s complaints, [i]”There’s a difference between receiving the taste mentally, and feeling the texture of the drink.[/i] Since the personas were in a sense, a manifestation of Gen’s sub-conscious, they knew the taste of every delicacy the teen has consumed.

Even though his eyes were narrowed at the brown liquid, he noticed a figure in his peripheral vision. As he turned to his side, Gen focused on the aesthetic qualities of the student. The teen was sporting a brown v-neck jacket, he also had a red bandana tied around his forehead, topped off with a cap concealing a portion of his grey hair. [i]”See, guys, this person right here looks pretty laid-back. Probably a nice person to converse w-”[/i] Gen was cut off mid-thought when the very person he was complimenting suddenly unsheathed and readied both of his shortswords. The teen nearly fell off the stool in astonishment as his eyes darted to the reflective metal, serrated and sharp to the point. An internal alarm was blaring within Hio, his fight-or-flight system kicked in. It was excruciatingly tiring to stop T. from ripping Gen from the controls and taking the situation into his own hands. If C.’s grip was any looser, the battle-rounded persona would have most likely kicked the newcomer back. After creating some distance, there would be nothing stopping the persona from unleashing volleys upon volleys on the student. [i]”It’s ok T. It’s ok. Stand down.”[/i] He thought to himself, taking short gasps of air as he affirmed his command over the body. 

Gen managed a greeting smile and nodded, “Hello. I’m Gen Hio. Pleased to meet you.” He introduced himself in an unoriginal fashion. Within the span of a few minutes, two other students waltzed over to the bar for refreshments. The first was a male of similar age, who had lazily combed black hair spread over his face. He was wearing plain, snowwhite formal attire, accompanied by a blue tie which matched the ends of his sleeves. The other student was vastly more unique than Gen, her most notable feature was her race, obviously of faunus origin. She appeared to resemble a rabbit, as her ears blended in with her beige-tinted hair, accompanied by an aesthetically public tail. He had to commend her for openly displaying her heritage, though A. clicked his tongue as soon as he laid eyes on her. [u]”Damn, there are too many fauni in this school. There are too many in general. Just a bunch of ani-”[/u] He soon acknowledged Compassion’s nonchalant stare on him. To those around Gen, it would appear that he was just staring at empty space. The persona relinquished the rest of his comment and looked off to his side, “Well, looks like we are all in need of refreshments, yes?” A few other students wandered over to the bar, ordering their own choice of drink. The other students were surprised by a crashing sound near one of the bay windows. Gen’s ears picked up the sounds of water splashing onto the floor, yet he was only lightly showered. The unfortunate receiver of the drink was another student sitting next to him. He half-expected a comment out of Aggressor, but the persona was too busy rolling on the floor, gasping for air between laughs. Exuberance was following suit, of course in a higher pitch. He let out a sigh and looked up at the bartender with a weary expression, “I’m going to need another cup of coffee, please.”