[b][i]Birds Of A Feather Flock Together[/i][/b]

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[b]Compassion:[/b]

Gen blankly stared off into the canvas of light blue and white as the ship progressed on its course. The airship would arrive at its destination in roughly twenty minutes, though it definitely felt like a longer trek. If he was to record his experiences at Beacon within, the recent events would be thrown into the first chapter, titled [i]Explosive Developments[/i]. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the girl was still in the same composure as of a few moments ago. His ears picked up a faint sigh as the girl exhaled, yet a response refused to leave her lips. It wasn’t until after his query did she finally react, breaking from her quiescent state. The teen turned to face the hooded student in response to her own movement, ending up with the two staring at each other. They both analyzed their external qualities, getting a relative idea of both members of the conversation. He instantly noticed the tint of her retinas, which were of a similar tone of blue as his own. Whilst his were a darker shade, those which belonged to the student were of a more vibrantly lighter hue, almost venturing into a palette of green. She patted down the hair exposed from beneath her hood, locks of similar color to the sun. The girl’s expression could be considered childish if she was to make such a face. But instead, she kept a stern look, which supported her sharp gaze.

[b][i] "For some reason, I wish this airship would rock just a little... Then i could pretend to lose my balance and find an excuse to fly away....."[/i][/b]

As if on cue, Lupus, the demolitionist, stepped onto the open deck. The other students must have finished reprimanding him, or he managed to slither his way out while they were distracted. Either way, it seemed the boy found amusement out of Gen’s mediocre introduction, and followed the same suit in a more adept manner. Gen gave a slight greeting nod, but something else preoccupied him. Hio tried to wrap his mind around the random statement, as one didn’t usually wish to fall off the side of a ship. To confirm a suspicion of his, he opened his mouth and attempted to blurt out some words, but was cut off by the girl’s belated debut.

[b][i]”My name’s Rielle.”[/i][/b] 

The name was more unique and outnumbered his own when it came to consonants. Rielle grabbed the edges of her hoodie and pulled it back behind her neck, showing the entireity of her hairstyle. A smile was painted on her face as she stared at him from her crouched angle, before moving her gaze towards the masses of water above. She responded to his question earlier, going into depth about the variables which factored into the taste of clouds. Not only did it depend on the location of the condensed water, but also one’s imagination, something which Gen was notably creative with. After all, such a thing worked with his sub-conscious to manifest the trio of personae. [i]”I never thought there was such a diversity to the taste of clouds… I’ll have to inform E. later.”[/i] The thought of the persona also reminded him of the promise he made earlier, his entitlement to hosting a funeral for the now late insect. Rielle’s own statement made her giggle, though she was lost in her train of thought for a few seconds. She wrapped her hands around her weapon and held it out towards Gen. 
[b][i]"Hold onto this for me for a sec. And careful, its heavier than it looks. 44.8 pounds to be exact."[/i][/b]

His eyes widened as he cautiously placed his palms around the limbs of the bow, keeping his fingers away from the serrated blades. The weapons was nearly four and a half times heavier than his firearm, making him doubtful at first. He couldn’t fathom how much strength was hidden within those covered arms, Gen almost fell forward as the bow left Rielle’s grasp. His eyes were focused on the bow, trying to not cut himself in the process as he managed to stay upright. Once he regained a stable footing, he noticed the sound of flapping before him. As he raised his gaze, the teen realized what was hidden beneath the rosey hood. A set of a wings, showing off a pattern of yellow and dark red feathers. A few fell off like flower petals, and were carried away by the constantly blowing wind. Gen was competely focused on the scene before him, until a gust forced his tie into his face. With his free hand, he stuffed the piece of cloth back into his shirt and sighed, handing the bow back to the classmate. Hio was able to guess her next action as she went through with it, with a grin the girl levitated into the air. The other students who were resting on the deck, along with a few who were inside the cabin, were all affixated on Rielle’s flight show. She was obviously an expert in the field of aviation, as she was able to keep at the same speed as the airship, she was most likely hindering herself from torpedoing on ahead of the vessel. She finally returned to the patio and set her arms on the railing before Gen, who was completely astonished by Rielle abilities. [i]”...I hope Tactician meets with her tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll be able to devise an effective combat style to benefit them both.”[/i] She looked up at him from the opposite side of the railing, holding out her hand.

[b][i] "Do you want to find out how the clouds taste over Beacon?"[/i][/b]

Gen debated on his response, such a flight was definitely a viable getaway from the recent events. He ran a hand through his messy hair and nodded, slowly taking the hand. With his free palm, he tightened the strap which held the gun to his back. “...Alright. But let’s try to not scare or collide with any of the other vessels. I think a flying girl would raise some-” The boy was cut off mid-sentence as he was suddenly tugged forward. As if he was as light as a ragdoll, it took him a few moments to realize he had completely left a tangible surface. Only the faraway landscape was left below him. “...questions.” He finished as the girl let go of his hand, leaving him suspended in the air for a moment. At a lighting fast rate, Rielle slipped her upper limbs beneath his underarms, then flew off before the ship, “We’ll have to wait for our luggage.” Hio was in an oddly calm tone, albeit being miles above ground level. “Now I miss my hoodie. It’s pretty cold up here.” The lack of the protective attire allowed the temperature of the cooled air to effect the teen. [i]”It should only take us about ten minutes at this rate.”[/i] He thought to himself as he was tugged along for the flight.