Felix let out a long sigh of relief at their arrival notification. Soon he'd be able to move freely again. The only question was whether he'd be able to handle the living arrangements at Beacon. At Signal he'd been fine, so he had some hope. Only time would tell. He rested his hand on the stock of his weapon, which was strapped to his lower back and felt a little better. However, his other quirk which made him averse to cramped spaces and crowds counteracted the calming effect a little. Land couldn't come soon enough.
Laugh it up, you'll be eating my dust soon enough! Enyo grumbled mentally, glaring at the back of the gauntlet girl's head. If looks could kill... well she'd have probably blown up the entire airship at this point. A therapist had once told her that her emotional swings were... exceedingly intense. She took a deep breath, apparently the ship would land soon and she could get away from these idiots. Of course, that also meant one idiot in particular was going to make another scene.
The gun-slinging moron who'd nearly killed them all, she was convinced he'd put them all in danger, was going to try and show off. Maybe, just maybe, she'd have a chance to really put him in his place. She chuckled darkly, yes, yes indeed. She'd make his first day nice and humiliating. That would teach him a lesson.
She stood and grabbed a large, black canister and strapped it to her back. It had a number of attachments, including her bow which was folded up and hanging from the side of it. An observer might have found in humorous, the canister and the bow together being nearly as big as she was. However, she moved like it hardly weighed a thing; she was more than used to it at this point.
Soon... soon... Another creepy chuckle escaped her, accompanied by an equally creepy grin on her face.
Laugh it up, you'll be eating my dust soon enough! Enyo grumbled mentally, glaring at the back of the gauntlet girl's head. If looks could kill... well she'd have probably blown up the entire airship at this point. A therapist had once told her that her emotional swings were... exceedingly intense. She took a deep breath, apparently the ship would land soon and she could get away from these idiots. Of course, that also meant one idiot in particular was going to make another scene.
The gun-slinging moron who'd nearly killed them all, she was convinced he'd put them all in danger, was going to try and show off. Maybe, just maybe, she'd have a chance to really put him in his place. She chuckled darkly, yes, yes indeed. She'd make his first day nice and humiliating. That would teach him a lesson.
She stood and grabbed a large, black canister and strapped it to her back. It had a number of attachments, including her bow which was folded up and hanging from the side of it. An observer might have found in humorous, the canister and the bow together being nearly as big as she was. However, she moved like it hardly weighed a thing; she was more than used to it at this point.
Soon... soon... Another creepy chuckle escaped her, accompanied by an equally creepy grin on her face.