Daiki watched some trio walk past as the girl mentioned something about getting one of her friends away from this large burly muscled dude. He threw a glance in the direction she pointed in and saw the guy she was talking about. It wasn't hard to miss him, since he was glaring in their direction and obviously very unhappy.

"Too late." Daiki commented to the trio, tapping the closest one with his sheathed katana, making a gesture with his head to signal their attention to the jock coming his way.

"You! I have a score to settle." The large bully yelled as he closed, only to find his approach blocked by Daiki as he raised his katana as if it were a gantry barrier.

"I grew up in a forest, so I might be a little uneducated about things like airships." He began, giving the trio a glance that told them to back away slowly. "But I don't think starting a fight in one while it's in flight is a good idea."

The fool apparently though Daiki was a pushover, because he swatted the katana away and continued to advance. Sighing, the country boy drew his katana with speed, demonstrating his skill as he slashed right in front of the jock and half his fringe was sliced clean without touching the idiot's skin. All anyone else saw was a glint of his blade, and it was back in its sheath.

"I was taught never to draw my sword unless I intended to kill someone." Daiki warned softly, though the seriousness of his threat was obvious. "If you couldn't even react to my previous draw, I can see why the judges wouldn't award you the win."

Daiki was certain most of the students here were capable fighters, but they were all trained in schools while he had practical experience surviving and protecting his family. He was confident he could take any of them on and this jock barely matched his speed. Hopefully he would realise Daiki had not even used his Aura and would back off.

"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 tight airship hallway filled with a few small groups of students milling about in excitement. They gave her a few quizzical looks as she passed, her long brown ponytail bouncing about her shoulder while she skip-danced along with the music blaring through her purple 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 excitement and energy.

Kalimay Kay still couldn't believe that she would be attending the Beacon Academy.

"Welcome to a world of blooooooody evolution!" Flying into another rousing chorus, Kalimay Kay closed her eyes and brought the handle of BRIK-Breaker up to pretend it was a microphone, complete with a lot of aggressive head-banging. Unfortunately, this made her unable to notice her accidentally pressing a certain button on her weapon and before she knew it, the chain was extending mid-spin and the large flail head was breaking straight through the center of an elegant wooden bench placed beside a trio of students who had just rushed into the hallway only a few moments before.

Luckily, the bench itself had been unoccupied.

"Oooops..." KK muttered, dropping her headphones around her neck as her cheeks flared a bright pink. "I-I'm so sorry!" Her voice was an embarrassed squeak as she rushed forward to Morella, Tirren, and Allistair with her hands clamped over her mouth. 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 while muttering several obscenities to herself, not even noticing the altercation between the katana-wielder and the 'jocky' boy.

Despite the metal music playing through his headphones Addica still managed to be awoken by the sound of a motorcycle's engine. Quickly sitting up he pulled one of the earbuds out and began looking for the origin of the noise. Finally identifying the motorcycle Addica relaxed a bit. "They probably just got impatient with this trip, not that I can blame them" Addica thought to himself.

Leaving the earbud out he began looking around at his fellow classmates and stretching his muscles out. It was with his hands extended over his head and his back arched that he caught of the three students ducking around a corner while another student drew his weapon with such speed that Addica could barely follow it, nor could the guy that the sword was aimed for. Barely missing the dudes head Addica got the impression that the swordsman had intentionally missed him. Addica couldn't help but being simultaneously impressed and frightened. Addica took a second and gathered his focus then began examining the hulking jock's emotions, who seemed to be also responding with a mix of frighten and wonder but he was still mainly filled with anger.... anger about what though Addica had no idea. Next he turned his attention to the swordsman, all he got from him was a sense of calm and focus. It was almost contagious. As he let the swordsman's calm wash over him he heard the swordsman say something to the jock... something about killing from what Addica could hear, more important than what he heard though was the emotional reaction of the jock.which went from terrified directly to enraged.

Letting instinct take over Addica quickly rose from his seat and found his way in between (or as in between as possible) the two of them, activating his semblance as he moved. Looking at the jock Addica began "Are you really that dense? This guy (nods at the Daiki) could have just killed you without batting an eyelash. You are way out of your league. Whatever it is you're trying to start I suggest you just back down," Turning his back to the jock (but leaving his semblance active) he turned to the swordsman "And if I were you I'd just wait till the entrance exam if you really have a problem with this idiot. From wha...." Addica's sentence was cut off as the jock tried to smack him aside, luckily Addica had prepared his semblance for just such a thing and ducked the blow, "As I was saying.. (dodges another blow) from what I hear the entrance exam is more than deadly enough to explain the loss of one idiot... (dodges again)... jock"

Turning to face the brown haired student, Tirren looked at him, "Okay you really need to tell me what this is all anout now. The suspense is killing me. Plus if I get involved I need to know who to side with right?"
With that Tirren also introduced him self to all the newcomers loudly exclaiming, " My name is Tirren Lais, nice to meet all of you. Now can someone tell me what this all about!?"
Letting out a sigh Tirren collapsed onto the bench by him. With a creak the bench gave out. Leaving Tirren to smack into the floor. Letting out a defeated groan he just sat in what was left of the bench's frame. All he wanted to do was actually interact, but yet again fate had screwed him over.

"Hey, watch out for that ben-" With a crash, the battered bench gave way beneath Tirren, and KK winced as the splinters she'd so carefully stacked on its seat went scattering across the floor. "I'm sooooooo sorry!" She said, cheeks flushing with embarrassment again as she offered him a dainty hand to help him to his feet. "In my defense you really should watch the benches you sit on. You never know when a flail head or a rocket launcher or a meteor has weakened its stability enough to make it a hazard!" Swinging the intimidating weapon in a low arc for emphasis, she flashed a small, awkward smile. "Oh, and I'm Kalimay Kay! Or KK to my friends! Or Kali... Or Kay. I'm sure if I had friends they'd call me at least ONE of those!"

Orion was looking from left to right with little focus on his immediate surroundings: especially the region behind him. He had thought that behind him would be nothing worth noting because he'd already been there. He was going to keep on rolling...moving forward like a boulder towards the exit and perhaps some quiet. The dream of a nice quiet amount of time which he could spend drawing in tranquil solitude, combined with the sweet orange in his mouth was enough for the Ursine-Faunus to feel a moment of calm.

This suddenly change when he heard the voice of a woman behind him. It was a hell of a shock to suddenly be approached, and for a second Orion doubted the truth of it. It wasn't until she mentioned his name that he fully turned to the woman and took in her appearance: a little more shocked by the fact that the woman was completely un-remembered in his mind. "I feel I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here." He was pouting slightly as he tried to pluck a name from the abyss of his mind.In the end, he had no answer though: her name escaped him.

Instead of answering, he looked over at the building situation between the Jock and the small coalition of Alistair, Morella, Tirren and Daiki. He shook his head in annoyance at the sight and spoke up, half to himself and half to the woman Reya. "Bah. Bullies, Braggarts. The only thing that is worse is bigots...Sorry, I don't really know your name. I am indeed Orion though. How do you even know of me?" He wasn't sure what he expected the answer to be: this woman seemed to know his name and appearance, yet he knew nothing if hers. Would other people know of him also?

When Orion turned to gaze at that jerk who was on the phone earlier, Reya followed it and scoffed. Looks like someone was about to put the jock in his place. "Tell me about it. It's worse when they compose most of your family." Reya muttered the last part, not wanting to give the impression that she was one of those bigots. Far from it. She couldn't hide a smile as she saw who had stepped up to the bully. A boy with nothing more than a simple katana, though he wielded it incredibly well. Brave, and skilled. She'd have to talk to that guy later.

It was then that Orion asked her how she even knew of him, and that he had no idea who she was. That made sense, really. While she did incredibly well at Signal, she wasn't all that memorable. "I graduated from Signal as well. It would be kind of difficult not to hear about you. I mean, you're incredible!" Reya beamed, though quietly, so she didn't draw attention. If anyone else who went to Signal recognized him, they might not be as nice. She calmed down and held out her hand, "Reya Descarta. I think you graduated before me, so I wouldn't expect you to know me. Just a fan, I suppose." Reya chuckled a bit, hoping she wasn't making Orion uncomfortable or anything.

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"I forced a tie in the combat exams. He wasn't pleased."

Alistair answered Tirren quietly, watching the unfolding situation attently for a few moments. Most people would have been content to stay back, allow those clearly more experienced in combat to intervene, to keep him from having to fight. In fact, the light burns that still remained on his hand sent a tingle of pain up his arm, as if reminding him what happened the last time he was in a fight. What would likely happen if he tried again.

But the situation wasn't right, and he couldn't let it stand as is. Silently, he buttoned the top few previously-unfastened buttons on his coat. With a deep breath, he activated his aura with a thought, feeling it sputter to life, focusing all of its power on defense. And then, without another word, he took a few steps forward, interposing himself between those who had come out of the woodwork to stand against the jock and the musclebound antagonist himself.

Truthfully, all of the little voices in the back of his head were telling him that this was a bad idea. And it probably was. But how could he walk into Beacon with his head held high when not only did he barely scraping through admissions, he had to be defended from one arrogant jock on the way to the school? What impression would that leave?

"I appreciate the intervention." He said to Addica and Daiki, tone decidedly more calm than it was a few minutes ago. "I really do. Call me old-fashioned, but having to be protected from my own problems doesn't sit well with me. If I can't deal with one asshole, than I really shouldn't be here, should I?"

That said, he steeled his nerves, and turned to look at the jock. Alistair was a bit taller than average, but his opposite number still stood a head taller, bulked out with decidedly more muscle.

"For you, I have but one suggestion. Walk away. You didn't lose, nor did you win. Neither of us did. We both made it into Beacon, so neither of us came off the worse for how things went, either. " A pause, as if he was pondering whether or not he really wanted to say what came next. But when he did speak again, despite the edge of nervousness creeping into his voice, he did so with all of the bearing he could muster.

"If your pride won't let you do that, then take your best shot. We'll see if you can beat my so-called junkyard scrap the second time."

Accepting the flustered girl's hand Tirren got up. "Thanks," he said addressing KK. Straightening up he brushed himself off and turned to face Alistair, " Well then that answers my question. If I get dragged into this in some manner now, at least I have made my opinion on the matter. Now I just want to see how this plays out." This could be very interesting he thought to himself, not only would it make up for the boring begining of the trip it would allow him to have a look at potential teammates. With a tiny smile Tirren locked his eyes on the potential fighters.

Christopher Jaque Prince was in no mood for this. First his hair was cut by an oaf with a wooden sword, then some shaggy haired punk not only assumed the first jerk could kill him, but then he dodged his smacks like a punk. Christopher growled, hand brushed against the handle of his transforming battle axe/bow hanging at his side. A red crystal in the center began to shine, as the metal blade began to glow red.

He paused when the wimp he's been in battle with had the guts to step forward himself. Christopher narrowed his gaze on the foe, a sneer forming on his lips. "Oh yeah, in a fair fight? I'd trounce you..." he said, hand gripping the handle of his axe but not making a move with it, just staring down Alistair who returned the glare full force.

"These rustlers given you some trouble, Jake?"

Behind Daiki, a jovial voice called out, having gone unnoticed till then. Daiki spun, hand on his sword in case this new ally to Christopher would attack, but the newcomer just smiled and nodded to Daiki. He wore a poncho and a cowboy hat, brim low over one eye, as he rolled a toothpick between his teeth. "Now now, Mr. Swordsman, just wanted to even the playing field, but I'm ready for a quickdraw contest if you are..." the newcomer replied with a smile, patting his side. He moved the poncho aside, showing two beautiful revolvers, his hand barely caressing the handle. His demeanor was actually quite pleasant, if a little cocky, and seemed obvious he didn't mean much harm. However, he didn't drop his gaze or rest his hand while Daiki stared him down, he only smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"There isn't a playing field, Ash," a new voice called out. Deep and low, determined and strong. From behind Christopher strode another large student, a bit shorter than Christopher but with much more defined muscles, like he'd worked his entire life. He had dark skin, simple clothes, and at each side swung two hammers, red and blue. He stood in front of Addica, staring him down with a cool head. Addica's Semblance would reveal his inner feelings to be...almost nill. This new guy was very reserved, incredibly difficult to read, even with Addica's ability. At the very least, it wasn't anger or hate, his actions seemed thought out and methodical. "Christopher here just flew off the handle. If he has something to prove, he can do it later. The school does allow duels with students, after all," he said, his eyes moving towards Christopher, who tried to keep staring down Alistair.

"That's assuming you two pass the first test, big boy..." a sultry voice gliding through the group, seemingly echoing to each person's very core. Hands draped themselves around Christopher's torso, smooth and perfectly manicured, as a beautiful, brown haired girl with large sunglasses slid across him. She wore a coat that was over a button up shirt that was unbuttoned fairly low, and wore a dark beret over her head. His eyes moved slowly towards her, as did most of the guy's eyes in the room, as he fingers gently danced up his chest and to his neck, giving it a few playful brushes. "And a fight on the Airship just...might...ruin those chances, right?" she said, fingers moving to his chin and slowly moving it to make him nod. She, giggled, saying, "Then what's best is to leave these guys for now and go with us, right?" she asked, making him nod again. Her voice was, in a word, enchanting, most people would find it hard not to be caught on every word, boy or girl alike.

The hammer guy then grabbed Christopher's shoulder, turning him and walking him away. As he went away from the girl, he shook his head slightly, but got in one last glare at Alistaire, tracing his thumb along his neck as he walked away. The cowboy winked at Daiki, spinning his gun on his finger with a flourish and holstering it. He tipped his hat to them with a smirk, passing by the girl with sunglasses and saying, "Lorelei, darlin', you always know just what to say," as he followed after the other two.

She smiled at him, before turning to Alistaire, leaning over to put her face near his. She gently brushed his cheek and said "You'll have to forgive Christopher, he's difficult to play with sometimes, and is used to getting his way. But he is incredibly honest, give or take a few flirtatious glances, so he's not blowing smoke when he wants to fight again..." He sunglasses obscured her eyes, though her eyebrow lowered like she was winking. "Just look out, cutie, I'd hate for this face to get scarred..." she said, tussling his brown hair before leaning back, her hand tracing along his head and off his chin as she left. Weirdly, she turned and said, "Come along, sweetie," with a beckoning hand.

Her target wasn't towards Alistair, or any of the others in the group, but a short girl with an overcoat and cap that were both far too big for her ran by. She'd apparently been there since Christopher had come over, but was pretty much unnoticeable and insignificant. She seemed curious and fearful, though trusting of the newcomers there. She took the brown-haired girl's hand and looked back, as she was seen carrying a large stuffed bear. She mouthed, "Sorry," before she turned, sticking close to the brown haired girl as she followed the other three. It was difficult to tell, but she was either very young or very short, she most certainly didn't seem like a regular Beacon student.

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*Morella Cinder*

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Morella had long since gone from the group, with the girl breaking the bench, the dark-haired guy with the blue coat appearing, and the wooden swordsman showing up to defend Alistaire, she felt like it was a bit crowded. She'd already put her clothes back to non-attention-getting normal, with her hood pulled up, as she made her way to find a secluded area to stay. She'd pretty much had her fill of human interaction.

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~Oliver Kootz~

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Oliver gave a long whistle as she showed him her drawing, gently picking up the book and looking at the page. He didn't flip it, though, apparently he was used to looking at things from a different perspective. "You know, we've had a lotta people go through the circus, most artists we get just draw caricatures, never seen something like this..." he said, looking close while being careful not to touch the page. "What's her story, is she sad or something? And can I look at some others too?" he asked, looking to Casterly inquisitively.

BING...We will arrive at Beacon Academy in five minutes. Your belongings will be moved to storage shortly after. In fifteen minutes, there will be the opening ceremony, please do not be late or you will forgo your application to Beacon. a monotone voice called out over the loudspeaker. Beacon was much closer now, it was possible to see the tiny figures of people making their way around the campus from the Airship now.

Having watched the entire exchange Sayuri wasn't sure how her time at Beacon was gonna end up especially without knowing anyone there. Noticing one of the girls leaving the group she decided to go over and see if she might be able to make at least one friend before getting to school. Recognizing her from the application exam she smiles. Hurrying over she waves, "Hey, my name is Sayuri whats yours?" as she asks this she instinctively checks her weapon to make sure its still there.

Everyone seemed a bit stunned after the sudden intervention of the 'crew' backing up jock-boy and there was a moment of pause while they departed, seemingly narrowly avoiding a physical confrontation. KK, of course, only seemed to notice the tail end of this interaction and so was quick to break the silence while not-so-smoothly sliding up to Alistair. "Oh my gosh, your girlfriend is soooooo pretty! You guys make an adorable couple!" Grasping his shirt at his hip, the boy standing over a head taller than her, she stretched out her hand after the departing girl and got a far off look. "Two star-crossed lovers against a land where Grimm haunt the shadows... only the brightness of their love beats back the darkness!" She was nodding now, her face taking on a very serious look while she daydreamed about the scenario. "Yes... yes, that is how it must be!"

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Alistair watched the group depart, the look of determined stoicism never leaving his face.

Until they all rounded the corner, at least, at which point he let out a sigh of relief, allowing his aura to fade back to its previous levels. While he intended to make good on his statement that he wouldn't lose, even a victory was nigh on certain to involve a significant amount of time spent being beaten on, so he was rather glad that the rematch wouldn't be so soon after his combat exams.

So wrapped up was he in his thoughts that he didn't notice the newest arrival until she was right next to him, head swiveling around suddenly to look at her in confusion.

"Wait, when did you get here? And did you see where Headphones Girl went, I didn't get to thank h-" It was, more or less, at that instant when the comments KK was making sank in.

"Wait, what?"

Pascale Isidora Buckley
—♫♪ La Baguette, La Baguette ♫♪—

Oh dios mio, the sweet caress of the suns rays upon her glorious hips as they sway with such melodic... melodic... melody.

"That's gross, shut up," bright, steely heels swung from their perch upon the railings, the faunus they were attached to scowling down the hall she'd ventured into, at the object of her conscience's sudden affection. A large window sat in front of her, safely shielding her from a lengthy fall. An odd look was thrown her way, as if her words were directed toward the nearest person. Pascale simply smiled and waved before turning her attention back to the view. Before her was displayed the entire city and the lovely looking and very symbolic tower of Beacon. If anything, her conscience should be totally consumed by the entire beauty of what lay below. The trip may have been boring, but at least the sights along the way didn't disappoint. Her inner monologue, slightly on the insane side, would hiss in a Hispanic tone; she had determined long ago that if she separated her intuition from herself, it'd provide more interesting scenarios for which she could amuse herself with. As long as Pascale knew when to draw the line.

Getting from where she lived prior to going to Beacon was a difficult task. She hadn't the opportunity most children had when they decided to become hunters or huntresses. Signal wasn't a choice for her as she hopped from family to family; her location and guardianship wasn't consistent enough for the school to allow access. Most importantly, her own multi-layered Cinderella story didn't allow access to a future until she was placed in the right family. From there, it was a little too late, but through the years she'd trained herself to the extremes when no one knew, to keep her at the apex of her own fitness and health. With the help of a recent guardian, she'd landed herself a Signal exam to enter into Beacon, under 'home schooled', if that even existed. It helped that her foster parent was a trained hunter. Going in, Pascale was at a great disadvantage, having not attended Signal and ultimately being a faunus, either of which was out of her control.

Maybe it was luck that pushed her through, or maybe she just underestimated herself. Not knowing anything about her opponent, though, she had successfully taken down the cocky student within a matter of seconds. That, in itself, landed her directly into Beacon, though she did apologize sincerely to the unconscious kid. Maybe it was the fact that he underestimated her and she couldn't blame him; she was a faunus, she hadn't attended Signal or any other school, and she was female. The latter part she was very, very glad to have proved wrong. Many great huntresses littered Remnant and Pascale wanted more than anything to be counted among them. Even if she counted herself lucky, which she no doubt was, but not for the purpose she had determined. Pascale was Beacon worthy, like many of the newcomer freshmen among her.

A smile graced her features, her drooped cat ears twitching jovially. Standing at the announcement, she proceeded to approach the storage room, hoping to get there just as the ship landed. She wanted to make sure she got to the opening ceremony early, or else she actually would end up late. No distractions, no—

"Oh, shiny," Pascale shook her head, "Nope, not happening."

Among all the students being carted off to Beacon Academy in that airship, only one of them was able to enjoy the pleasure that came with complete and utter silence. Arara had shut off all sensations towards the outside world, drawing herself inwards instead. It was a tranquil, relaxing sensation, witnessing flickers and flares of what was either her soul or her Aura, a small sphere of bright blue energy that burned like the sun. Perhaps it wasn't exactly the epiphany-achieving Nirvanas that her teachers have said they've witnessed at the height of meditation before, but it was fine enough for Arara. There was no scenery here that she hasn't seen, after all, and there was no one here that she had a particular interest in, at least not until they proved themselves worthy of such attention.

Of course, there HAD to be other people who demanded attention regardless. Opening one eye when her subconscious notified her of the prescence of someone directly demanding her attention, Arara's orange eyes focused on the girl before her. Black hair and wolf ears. A faunus with an annoying expression that was part way between concern and curiousity. Tilting her head upward next and opening her other eye, the girl glanced at the manly as fuck boy in a motorcycle, apparently standing up on the ceiling like he gave no fucks about gravity. She nodded at him once, acknowledging his position and passing off a subtle sign that, if he had fell on her, she would be perfectly alright with suing him for personal damages.

Turning her attention back towards the wolf that first spoke to her, Arara considered what sort of impression she wanted to pass off towards this warrior-brute, before finally settling on this. Hopping off her spear and kicking it off the ground, she allowed it to spin three times in the air until catching it. “You shall address me as Lady Sakanade, faunus.”

Cold, but amongst faunus, one had to assert their superior position straight away, in case those half-beasts got any ideas about who's position was more dominant. With that, she strode off, holding her breath the whole time she walked pass the wolf-girl. Air pollution was bad for the lungs, after all. Arara wouldn't want any stray hairs from that thing's ears getting into her lungs.

But it seemed that one commotion attracted another, and the next annoying, brutish thing that happened was some sort of standoff between a bunch of meathead, arrogant brats. One was a muscle-bound person that she recognized, the heir of the Prince family, if she remembered correctly. The others were a bunch of relatively no name students, who seemed to be partaking in some confrontation with Mr. Prince, shaving his head and dodging his attacks like the skilled fighters they probably were.

Uncouth idiots. Their own arrogance was revealed in their actions, and their stupidity was shown in their inability to read such a simple person's attitude. Yes, it was totally fine to just BAIT an angry, self-entitled whiny bastard's anger by making a show of how weak and slow he was. Sure, it might work if your enemy was a thug that was just trying to mug you, but...

The girl realized her thoughts were getting dark again, and took a deep breath to calm herself. No, she needed to calm down as well. The atmosphere of this ship was slowly ruining her, wasn't it? One deep breath was followed by many more, as she regulated her breathing. The situation eventually defused itself, with Mr. Prince's entourage dragging him away before anything really stupid happened. Good enough. He'd probably do some avenging thing later, and it seemed like one of the girls in his entourage was kind enough to warn one of the boys about the wrath of a rich kid who had his 'honor' tainted.

Approaching the group with a small wave, she turned her attention to the boy who had received the warning and asked, a bit of curiousity in her tone, “Don't think it was too smart to make an enemy of the heir to the Prince Smithing Corporation, so why did you get yourself into that mess, if you don't mind me asking?”

Alistair turned slightly, attention officially torn between getting an explanation from the person who had been speaking a moment ago, to answering the person who was just now appearing. Angling his head to be able to see the newcomer, he sighed.

"It wasn't intentional, I assure you. He was my opponent during the combat exams." A pause, and he sighed again, almost embarrassed at having to recount the tale again. "I forced a tie, instead of losing as he apparently feels that I should have."

"He also seems to have taken it as a personal affront to his honor."

Watching the jock and his group walk off Addica began to relax a little and in doing so let his semblance deactivate. "That dark skinned man with the hammers... I don't like him... I couldn't even begin to get a read on him." Addica thought to himself. Turning his gaze away from the jock and his cronies Addica turned to the swordsman. "Well honestly I don't know what was going on just now but man you are a beast with that sword of yours."

Hearing the shaggy haired boy explain why the Jock tried to force a confrontation Addica turned towards him "Eh, well some people are just sore losers. Now aren't they? Anyways I am Addica, it's nice to meet you."

Tirren turned away from what was left of the group. At least know he knew a few of the faces in the crowd and would be able to start to decide who to join up with for a partner, based on their observed traits and personalities. As his curiosity had been settled and his goal of interaction resolved, he could leave. Muttering a quiet farewll Tirren set off to the farthest area from the exits, after all it was almost time to land and he didn't wish to be trampled on the way out.

Rygar just smiled at the girl. She seemed nice enough. When she walked away, Rygar suddenly grew bored again. There was a scene before with some strangers, but unless it blew up into a brawl he had no interest in it. He wanted to cause his own incident. Looking around once more, he searched for someone else to cause trouble for. If he was fortunate, trouble will come to him.

Rygar decided that it would be fun to ruffle some feathers. Specifically, Faunas. That way he'd be able to weed out those who cared about them or not. Faunas made good money back during his druggie days, and who knows, maybe he might recognize some of them. So looking for lone faunas to stalk, Rygar continued to ride on the ceiling looking for someone to get the drop on. As he searched, he found himself near the storage room. Technically he was suppose to leave the Sepulcher in there, but as it was seen, he did not care much for what he was suppose to do. Near the entrance he also spotted a fauna, a shapely cat-eared girl. "Excellent." Once he was within range, he activated claws on the Sepulcher to keep it rooted onto the ceiling as he walked towards the girl from the ceiling.

Rygar had packed a lunch with him, but unfortunately there was a hole in the back in which he held it in, causing his special sauce to spoil. He figured he throw it away, but it would amuse him if he happened to "Drop it" some someone. If his hunch was right, the scene will cause a bit of a stir, attracting various students to confront him. Or he gets away with it, which was cool with him too. Once he was directly above the girl, he turned his lunch over, causing the special sauce to fall down towards the fauna girl's head. "Dammit! Not the pork brain..." Rygar said with fake emotions.

"Wow, this thing really is nice...I wonder just how big it is..."
Tarkus walked in and out of various rooms of the airship, he'd been on airships before, many times in fact, but there was just something about them that always just...fascinated him. He eventually found a room that was locked, likely where they were keeping some of the more "if someone messes with this the ship explodes" type instruments. Deciding that he probably shouldn't be there, he decided to head over to one of the more uncrowded rooms, taking note of some of the people he saw, he recognized some of them, though no names really came to mind at a first glance. He set down his pack and began to fiddle with the music box pieces he'd brought with him, taking great care to fit the pieces together, holding the small, delicate wooden frame in the palm of Zoll as his free hand inserted the parts.

About halfway through, he turned to his right to look out the window, they were already well enough on their trip to Beacon that they oughta be arriving soon. He looked back down to his right palm, Zoll still exactly where it was before...until something clicked inside of his brain. His uncle had fitted Zoll onto him, and he'd actually spent the whole night packing and fell asleep with it on...He honestly hadn't even noticed until just now, i just felt so natural. Then another thought clicked. He didn't know how to take it off. He started to break into a slight cold sweat, holidays weren't for a while, Leo didn't have a computer, and Tarkus didn't have a personal phone. Realizing his preidicament Tarkus' pupils widened and give him a thousand yard stare, his right eye twitching a bit.

"Just how....HOW DO I TAKE THIS DAMN THING OFF?" Tarkus thought as he, in a surprising show of restraint, put his music box pieces back into his pack before he started trying to yank the gauntlet off, but it seemed like the thing was now almost like a second skin; he eventually stopped struggling and leaned back against his seat, his head pointed to the ground as he stared into the palm of the gauntlet.

"...You can't be serious...There's a way to take this thing off...THERE HAS TO BE. LEO STILL HAS HIS RIGHT ARM ATTACHED." His brain racked over ideas on how to get it off, but he eventually calmed down and realized now wasn't the time to be flipping out. He'd just have to bear with it for the time being.