Hardly any light was shining in the room, save a flickering, dangling light that seemed like it would fall at any moment. It showed very little of the dim room, simply a table with two chairs on opposing sides. In one sat someone, although it was hard to see; the light only provided so much, showing only two arms, elbows resting while the two hands interlocked fingers. A strange, silver glow from the person's eyes was all the now awakened soldier could focus on.

"...Ugh... Wha... Y-you..." Alder began, almost blacking out again. His head was throbbing, confirmed by a groan. One of the hands left the other temporarily, palm open, a gesture to calm down. "Baby steps first, Lieutenant. You've only just awoken. It's too soon for you, it appears." The male voice resonated with a strange calmness and indifference, one Alder couldn't trust for some reason. His head was too foggy, eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. Alder's eyes instantly opened up, the veil in his mind lifting, anger rising. "You! You people attacked me!!" he spat at them. Yes... There were three of them. A female chuckled in the background, grabbing his attention as he glared at the blood red eyes. It was too dark to make her out, but he knew that he hated her voice, ringing with arrogance and laidback pleasure. "My, my, it looks like you were wrong."

Nostrils flared as he exhaled in anger. There was one more. Where was he?! Glancing around, he saw nothing else, didn't even sense anything else. Maybe he was wrong? "So you can detect the other, as well? Impressive." the male replied in response to Alder's searching. "But I'm afraid your purpose here is different, unfortunately for you." the male snapped his fingers and he heard the clacking of heels, undoubtedly the female. A loosely clothed arm and hand gently pressed against the table. There was temporary confusion as to why she being so gentle, which vanished as dozens of voices resonated within his mind. Too much chaos, too much discord and disorder. A feminine and joyful laugh seemed to overrule them.

"What ails you, my friend? Something on your mind? Maybe you should tell us..." the female said as the hand retreated slowly. That sounds nice... My head... I should... Regaining his grip on his sanity, Alder glared back at them, defiant and strong. The female laughed, a sound that seemed so strangely familiar. "Good, good, I wouldn't want to be done with you already, my dear." she replied, and the voices returned. More chaos. More agony. More laughter. "The game has only just begun." the male simply muttered.

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The airship was moving at a rather slow pace, causing Khalis to yawn a third time that hour. This was getting more and more boring by the second. I wonder who's on thats fun... he thought to himself as he glanced around. Humans and Faunus scattered everywhere inside, surely not all of them could be so boring. His eyes quickly darted around, never focused for more than a second, studying briefly each person. A girl with white hair in a ponytail. One with black long hair and a bow, reading. One blonde and one red haired were conversing. A blonde male seemed to be having trouble holding his lunch. Various others of different qualities.

Bo-ring. Khalis thought to himself, yawning and stretching in his seat again. "Aren't they?" A girl said. Khalis opened one eye to look at the speaker, who was a girl with silver hair in a massive, long ponytail behind her. She was dressed a little skimpily, but her eyes were wide and joyful, a trait shared by her smile. Maybe I didn't just think that last part... "There doesn't seem to be anyone fun here. Nobody to fight. And I had such high hopes for Beacon." she said as the smile turned into a frown, while the stranger leaned back in her seat. Khalis chuckled. "Not even just to fight. Just somebody to bug. Life isn't any fun if everybody's all friendly with each other." He and the new girl both laughed a little at this remark. "You look weak, but are kinda fun. We should maybe spar sometime. See ya!" she said as she left, leaving Khalis somewhat perplexed and insulted. "O...K...?"

Back to the passengers. The girl was now walking around, hands held behind her back as she studied everyone and their weapons. Only now did he notice bundle of metal on her back. It looked rather heavy... Ah well. Although, her sudden appearance reminded him of why he was here, why he was attending Beacon; to have fun and laugh, maybe even make others laugh, no matter the consequences. With that, Khalis relaxed into a more slouched position, arms resting on the backs of adjacent seats. "Who farted?" He blurted loudly for all to hear, causing all eyes to fall on him almost immediately. But he kept his face straight and serious, with a hint of disgust. The eyes then darted back and forth, looking for the source of the flatulence with worried expressions. He grinned and chuckled silently, his work completed. His gaze fell onto the view outside, provided by the window behind him.

Elrios was leaning on the wall in the back if the ship looking out the windows, enjoying the view as if he had never seen it all before, but that did not mean he could not admire it anytime he saw it. Elrios turned away from the windows to examine the rest of the new students that he would live with, work with, and fight with for the next 4 years. "This is gonna be fun", Elrios said to himself happily. Elrios was hopping the the students at this school would be nicer than the ones at combat school, they were toxic. Elrios lifted his cannon, and walked toward an open seat in the front of the ship, glancing at the other students as he passed. After getting a good look, he sat down, and closed his eyes and with that he feel asleep on his seat.

His eyes closed, Kael began his breathing exercises, trying to banish all outer disturbances. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in, deep breath out. He did this several times, delving into his mind. Deep breath in, screams entering into the air. Deep breath out, horror and fear oozing into the sky. Deep breath in, faces with eyes open. Deep breath out, their fingers pointing at him. Deep breath in, bodies strewn about, limbs separated from their sockets. Deep breath out, his eyes open.

Kael stood up from his seat in the back of the airship and grabbed at his zhen. It took several times for him to find it and his hands were slippery from the sweat that had come from him. Looking around, he saw many future students that were going to Beacon. On there, there was a girl with a white ponytail. Another girl with a bow. There also seemed to be a boy with white hair talking with girl with long silver hair.

Kael took notice of this and walked through, not wanting to speak to any of them. Instead, he walked to the stairs to go topside, where he might be able to see the school and if any birds were about. They also seemed happy to see him with the berries he had on him.

The airship was pure hell. It was a choice whether to sit down and suffer aching wings, which were currently buckled down, only held in place by a thick leather harness under her jacket, lean forward in the seat and put the strain on her delicate behind, or stand up the whole trip and make her feet suffer the same fate. As such, Schwarz spent most of the time on the airship pacing, glad her boots didn't make much noise and draw attention to her. To add more to it, the AC on the vessel was not performing, making the air thick as hundreds of lungs sucked oxygen out of it. She was quite looking for the landing, hoping to escape this prison.

She hated to admit it, but she grown accustomed to life of luxury, no matter how unwanted it was. Although she supposed she'd get used to the opposite rather quickly, right now she would give a lot for the car with a personal driver. The company on the ship didn't seem too inviting, so she tried to admire the scenery behind the windows, but grown bored shortly.

Not able to take it anymore, she made her way to the restrooms. Once the door was locked behind her, she unbuttoned the jacket and the air was filled with a fluffy sound as her abused wings unfolded. she sighed with relief, gently rubbing the sore muscle along the bones and rearranging the few feathers that got tangled together. When the blood poured into her wings once again, she shivered as they felt like a thousand of ants were running through them. Her moment over she sighed and started folding the wings back into the harness.

It wasn't she was trying to hide the fact she was a faunus, oh no - seriously she already was recognized several times just on the airship - but when one spotted wings almost as wide as one was tall, she'd have to reserve five seats just for herself. It was just impractical to travel with them unbound, and so she subjected herself to the torment once again. Walking out of the restrooms, she was still adjusting the harness below the jacket and wasn't paying too much attention where she was going. The next time she turned a corner, she rammed head first into someone, tumbling to the ground.

Khalis returned to his hobby of observing people. although no one was doing anything, interesting, some people grabbed his attention. The first was someone breathing heavily, sweat forming on his brow. He then went topside, arousing Khalis's curiosity, made apparent by a slight grin. There was another who was pacing back and force, obviously tormented by something. She departed to the washrooms, almost immediately. Khalis decided to ignore this and follow the first person. It certainly seemed like fun. Finally deciding, he followed after the male, only being stopped by a female who bumped into him as he darted around the corner. He himself was sent back into the nearby wall.

"Ahh..." He groaned, having hit his head. Then he noticed the other was completely on the ground. A faint, friendly smile appearing, he reached to help her, saying "I'm sorry, I was preoccupied. Are you all right?" She seemed a little strange, and something was bulging from her back, which also aroused his curiosity, but he was still focused on the first. He waited for her to respond nonetheless; Khalis is a gentleman anyway, at least to absolute strangers. It's only those that know him that should beware.

Gerald laid down on the bench at the top deck of the airship, his eyes closed, his hair fluttering wildly due to the wind, completely asleep and his guns in a two second reach. A part of him still believed that he would wake up and discover that his entire journey so far had been a dream, but as of yet that had yet to happen.

He had done it. He was actually going to Beacon. His lifelong dream, thought to be out of reach for so long, was finally occurring. Granted, he wasn't completely finished yet and going to Beacon was still just a part of a greater goal of becoming a hunter, but still, he had done pretty well for guy who was dodging cops a month ago, right? As such, savouring his successes and reflecting on all that had happened in his life so far, he continued his napping on the top of the airship.

"UGH!" Schwarz gasped as her back hit the deck. She half expected her wings to break, but her aura flared in time, protecting the delicate appendages. She clearly felt her swordwand's silhouette engraved in her waist to which it was strapped. It took her a few seconds to catch her bearings (and breath), before she noticed an arm outstretched to her. The person spoke to her, but she was too focused on her own aches to pay the words too much attention.

Accepting the offered hand, Schwarz pulled herself up. "I am quite fine, thank you. I'm awfully sorry, I wasn't paying attention to the road ahead." she said with a mild head bow. Disgusting. She was far from the high society person she looked and spoke as, but being raised in one such families had that requirement and old habits died hard. Although, she had to admit, if she was grateful for anything to her adoptive family, it was her upbringing and the drill of good manners. Speaking of which, the existence in front of her looked anything but, despite the so far well mannered words. No one she came to know in the high society she grown to despise more with each passing day would have gotten away with that haircut, in fact his appearance was closer to a thug. Then again, her own appearance was as misleading as it could get.

She let go of his hand she didn't realize she kept holding as she focused on her thoughts, once again nodding her head in a silent apology. "Pardon me, do you by any chance know how long is this flight going to take?" she asked, her unnaturally bright red eyes looking curiously at the stranger in front of her.

Michelle sat near a window, facing outward. Her cloak was on with the hood up, and she preferred it that way. Her eyes wandered around the landscape, taking it all in. She wasn't sure how to feel now that she was on her way to Beacon. She supposed she should be proud, since after all, it is a great hunting schools to go to. Still, she was leaving home, and had to rely on herself now. She clutched her rifle, Artemis, in her hands, and hoped for the best. She was becoming a Huntress, and nothing could change that.

There were a few people chatting all around her, but that was to be expected. After all, she wasn't the only one joining Beacon. Still, it was a bit annoying, and one of her cat ears twitched involuntarily. Michelle merely tried to ignore it and continued watching the landscape pass by as the ship moved toward Beacon.

Alyssa

She sat there with no expression on her face. She stared, deeply at the others. She was a blue, long haired girl with intensifiying blue eyes, wearing a blue colored dress. She stared at people most of the time, like a statue. The sound of air outside the plane was calming but the noise of people rather annoyed her. She frowned upon the others. Her mom, Beatrice gave her a backpack with spare clothing, toothbrush and some other stuff that weren't important. Her head turned looking through the window and gazing upon a beautiful landscape and which made her smile. Her emotionless eyes would soon want to close. After a few minutes of staring she looked towards a white haired female, silver eyes, maybe? She asked herself, shrugging 'Nothing important' she noted in her mind, resting her gaze on the red-orb, Kai. Seemingly hours past by but..they were actually minutes. She sat there staring, blinking ever so often.

Alyssa wasn't having much fun as she anticipated..but she'd know why, time seemingly flew by and if anyone wanted to talk to her she'd ignored them....

The moment Esther had gotten on the airship, she immediately found a secluded corner to sit. Using her large shield, she blocked herself from the others, creating a barrier between her and the need to be social. She couldn’t act like this for much longer as she’ll have to work with a team, but for now she appreciated the tranquility she had in her little corner. Given she had to wake up rather early to make it on the airship, Esther found this a perfect time to take a nap.

Well, that is until some rambunctious students decided to start roughhousing and managed to knock down her shield. With the loud clang of metal, Esther woke up, a sharp glare at whomever it was who was acting like children. Esther realized there were more students now, and was feeling a bit crowded. This is more like public transportation. You’d think they’d have another airship or something. And with that she sauntered slowly to find somewhere else to hang about. There were certainly some interesting characters about, a good number with animal traits such as herself. This was a comforting thought given her combat school almost nearly lacked Faunus. One of the many reasons why Esther decided to attend Beacon was it’s accepting to people of different backgrounds. Then again, just because there’s a bunch of us doesn’t mean there’s not going to be any discrimination. Oh well.

Esther noticed stairs that seemed to lead up to the top of the ship. Surely that’s a safety hazard? Well if you fall off, you’ll probably have to walk the rest of the way. Esther smirked at the image, deciding some exploring wouldn’t hurt and climbed the stairs. Almost instantly upon reaching topside, the roar of the wind was all she could hear. A particularly strong gust got the best of her, and there was another loud thunk of metal as the giant shield she wore hit the floor, and she was on her back, struggling to get back up.

“Hey, watch it, punk,” Coral growled at the buffoon who crashed into the wall right next to her. She was trying to watch the news, though it was difficult when one was pushed up so close against the huge TVs. There was a special on the White Fang running, and though it was a common-enough thing, the novelty of watching the human reporter try to cutely address an obviously Faunus issue had yet to wear off. They knew nothing.

Coral tried to ignore the boy the same way he ignored her as he brushed her yet again while getting up, but it was hard. He was one of those people with the “Look at me I’m magical!” that seemed more and more prevalent the deeper into high society she entrenched herself. Odd colored hair? Check. Ridiculously-vivid eyes? Check. Skin like he’d never seen the light of the sun before? Check. It was hard to not look at people when they pretty much glowed like miniature celestial bodies.

Someone else shoved her against the screen and she growled again, pushing herself off of it and straight back as far as her arms would extend. It created a shockwave of stumbling people behind her and some satisfying exclamations of “Hey!” and various expletives, and before anyone would pinpoint her as the culprit, she slipped behind the white boy.

“It’ll only be like ten minutes,” she supplied as she shuffled around, hopping up the steps right in front of another student who’d apparently figured that getting up top was a good idea, too. Stupid overcrowded blimp.

Once outside, she glanced disinterestedly at the others there until the one who she’d cut off as she came up made a loud clanking noise. She looked her way and saw that she’d been dumb enough to bring a huge shield with her, and had managed to fall over like some uncoordinated bug. Sure, he was a Faunus, at least, but that just made it embarrassing. “Maybe you shouldn’t have worn a sail,” she supplied, holding out a hand uncertainly as if she weren’t sure that her tiny frame would do much good.

thunk

While the noise of the passing wind would prevent Gerald from hearing the sound of the shield clashing against the ground, the feeling of the vibration coming along the ground was enough to jolt him from his very light sleep. As it was nowhere near the sort of calm awakening he had expected, his first instinct was that logically, he was under attack. Flawless. What a genius.

Immediately springing up from his sleep and rolling to the side to avoid any potential attack, Gerald whipped out Schnellfeur with his left hand and pointed it to the source of the sound, only to see someone fall over with their shield like a turtle.

Staring for a moment, he barely suppressed a chuckle as he headed over there and offered his hand as well, not saying anything and just wanting to help her up, unsure if the other girl was strong enough to get the turtle girl up.

Elrios was awoken from his once peaceful sleep, buy the rough housing of his other peers. Elrios pinched the bridge of his nose, if this was the type of things he was gonna live wives for the next 4 years, he was gonna need a lot of aspirin. Elrios picked up his cannon and grabbed his tool back, and then walked to up the stairs to the topside were it was little but more quite. Elrios set his cannon down ant stated to tinker with it. He knew that bother his armor and cannon had to be ready by the time the initiation started, or he might fail that before it even begun.

Of course falling down and making a scene would attract the attention of others, much to her chagrin. Not to mention failing to get up by rolling from side to side. Nice work, Esther, bringing Faunus back another fifty years. She thought, feeling and looking rather ridiculous. She noticed a tentacle haired girl and a guy had come to her aid. Reluctantly, she grabbed both hands, and managed to support herself enough to stand up. “Uh, thanks.” She said unsurely, bracing herself against the wind as to not fall down again. “Sorry also, I guess. I’m not the most aerodynamic of people,” Esther added, giving a rather forced laugh, not sure why she’s trying to continue the conversation and her humility.

“Esther,” Said in a friendly manner, gesturing towards herself so they wouldn’t be confused as to who she was talking about. Shifting the strap on her shoulder uncomfortably, looking out to the beautiful landscape that rushed bellow them. She wondered when they’ll make it to Beacon, and off this airship.

Kael was now outside, breathing a bit easier that he was now outside. He reached back for his hood, not wanting anyone to really notice him, but the birds just may ignore him and his red hair. He messed around with it, trying to make it straight when he heard some chirping. He looked up to see some small sparrow flock in the sky. Smiling at such a simple sight, he detached the zhen into its more compact form of two short swords and hooked them onto his belt. Next, he reached into his pocket and fumbled inside for some berries.

He turned around to see that some people had come out. Not wanting to socialize and not even taking the moment to memorize who had come up, he moved into a more detached area where nobody was around and where the birds could rest. Reaching into his pocket again, he scrambled for the leaf he always kept in there. He pulled it out and put it to his mouth. He began to whistle a bird call, attempting to draw the birds to him.

Khalis crossed his arms, trying to remember. Memory was not his strong point, but surely it was- "Ah! Right, I think they said we'll land in about half an hour." He still wanted to know where those others went, so he glanced over the girl's shoulder. It seemed like a few others had gone up there as well. "Well, if you're fine, then see ya." He said quickly as he went up the stairs to the outside. The girl was strange, unusually polite. She didn't look like anyone he knew, though. Back on focus.

He quietly walked up the stairs, then peeked through the doorway. There were multiple Faunus here now, with a few humans. The humans seemed preoccupied with something else, though, while the Faunus seemed to be enjoying their own conversation. Yeeaaah... that'll be a little awkward for me... he thought to himself as he leaned back keeping himself silent and unseen. Sitting on the step, leaning back, he relaxed. Khalis heard somebody making bird calls. It had a nice melody to it, but it brought up different emotions inside him.

Alyssa

(Odd, I thought people were starting to post landing posts..)

((AliceZaru, we're still on the ship and it hasn't landed yet. Don't powerplay, please. For everyone else, we're still on the ship))

Pleasure to meet you as well. Schwarz thought sarcastically. He seemed to head up top, but Schwarz chose not to follow. It'd just make her want to jump off and glide the currents down. Instead she thought about going back to her endless walk from point A to point B and reverse, but then again, they had 30 minutes to go, and she didn't feel like walking two kilometers just to pass the time.

Growling in frustration, she headed for her booked seat. Her wings were already bruised from the fall, so she might as well take a nap. As far as she saw when she boarded the airship, next to her was seated a bluenette who didn't seem interested in speaking a single word to anyone, which was just fine with her. Sitting down and making herself as comfortable as she could, she plugged headphones into her scroll and turned the music on, an orchestra by what'shisface. She wasn't particularly interested in classical music, but it had one redeeming quality: It was so boring it was easy to fall asleep to.

So her name was Esther, and she was a turtle faunus to boot... why did that large shield on her back just seem so fitting? Gerald wasn't sure if he should enter conversation or just go back to his nap - in all seriousness, he was extremely surprised that there were people here in the first place. He thought they would prefer the relative comfort of being inside, but oh well.

"Esther, huh?" he smiled. "I'm Gerald. Pleased to meet you."