[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrFQRn2yYWs]Up In The Air[/URL]

[b]Compassion:[/b]

Gen stood there idly as students from all around the ship came to see the spectacle. After all, realizing your aircraft had almost been blown up by a pseudo-terrorist wasn’t exactly a commodity. Either than the leader of the anti-bar rebellion and himself, everybody seemed to have been left unharmed. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he listened to the perpetual comments flung at Lupus. The amount of disapproval the boy was receiving could only be an omen for his future days at the academy, though his classmates making such a fuss out of it soon began to bug him. He was literally sitting next to Lupus when he mixed the vials of primary dust, meaning he had a front row seat to the explosion, in high definition. Though rather than becoming hooked to what should have been anger, Gen could feel slight pity and guilt that he hadn’t stopped the teen beforehand. He managed a smile within the crowd of frowns and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Though it seems bad, you may have the potential for mixing dust. Just try to do it in a more secure location next time, alright?” Hio looked himself over, patting off any impurities which had managed to make their way past his cloth shield. “Oh, and no need to cover the hoodie… I believe you already have enough on your plate.” He said, motioning the muscular bartender, who was probably on the verge of strangling somebody between his forearm and bicep. In all honesty, with the way Lupus thought, Gen wouldn’t have been surprised if he attempted such an experiment in the engine room. “What’s done is done, don’t beat yourself up too much about it.” A hand sudden grasped onto his shoulder, causing him glanced back to his left.

[u]”What the hell, C? This guy almost blew you up! Hell, he almost killed everybody on this ship! I don’t want that guy potentially passing on his genes some day! His spawn could continue with his legacy of setting off dust-based explosion at bars. Who knows, maybe his child will be even more blind and try it out on school grounds, or in the teacher’s lounge; hell, maybe even a baby shower!”[/u]

All Gen had in response for Aggressor’s rant was the raise of an eyebrow. Gen problaby should have been mad- no, furious at the student, but it simply wasn’t in his nature. This sort of attitude he gives to people is why his personae dubbed him [i]Compassion[/i] in the first place. As he was about to speak up, the persona continued on with his glorious speech, [i]”...I’m glad everybody here doesn’t have to hear you.”[/i] He thought, leaning slightly to the side as the persona balled up his first and threw a punch his way. Of course, such an act could never be completed, as it would basically be his own mind attacking itself. The fist didn’t exactly miss, it was instead moved by Gen’s intervening with its course. The teen let out a cough, as his lungs must have been congested from the event. “I’m going to head outside. I need some fresh air.” With the dream of acquiring a third caffinated beverage now shattered, he started off for the deck door, followed the pair of consultants. [i]”Oh, and you two. Wait for me here please. A., try not to strangle E. please.”[/i] Soon after stepping onto the open deck, a gust of wind blew his green tie into his line of sight. Gen tried to grab the flapping piece of cloth as it fell to the gusts’ whims, finally wrapping his hand around it and stuffed it into his collar. 

He noticed a tint of red in the corner of his eye affixated his gaze towards it. At first, his eyes were drawn to the bladed bow slung next to her back, but then it dawned on him where she was currently standing. Gen could more accurately describe it as crouching or hunching over the edge. He couldn’t help but to dive into the mystery even more, making his way towards the railing and leaning his arms over it. “Um… You seem to have good balance. But if Mr. Lupus sets off another explosion by accident, it might shake the ship a little.” As Gen spoke, he could tell Tactician must have been going crazy within the waiting room. The persona was most likely contemplating how well the user and the bow worked together. [i]”Jeeze, does my hair still have soot in it?”[/i] He thought to himself as he nervously ran a hand through the strands of hair. Though he came up with barely noticeable piece of black excess, his white dress shirt was worse for show. Since it the set of attire he fancied the most, he had a plethora of hoodies of the same color scheme packed away in his luggage. After letting his mind wander for a few moments, he snapped out of the synapse and quickly spoke up, “Oh, sorry, that was a little random. Erm, name’s Gen Hio. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” The awkward introduction was almost the same as the one he gave the student earlier, except now his voice was a bit raspy from the daze of the experiment. He couldn't see the face of the girl from this angle, so he ended up staring down at the seascape. Recalling the words Exuberance said earlier, he unknowingly let them slip out, "...I wonder what clouds taste like?"