*Morella Cinder*

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Morella glanced at the gauntlet, tilting her head. "...Huh..." she simply said, moving to his other side and inspecting it. Again with an indifferent air, she poured over every joint, fastener, plate, all while moving Tarkus' arm in a variety of positions. While not painful, it was an odd experience. "This fits you better than my boots fit me...that's amazing..." she said, pulling her hood down to better see it. She shrugged while looking it over, answering his question finally with, "Never seen anything exactly like it, this looks impossibly precise. But it's made of metal, I've no idea how that can form to flesh so well..." she said, trailing off. Then her eyebrow twitched, and she said aloud, "If it's meant for battle, and to not come off during battle, then it should stay attached for almost any motion or position your arm could take in a fight. Maybe to unlock it, you'd have to hold it in a way that you wouldn't hold in in battle? Maybe the...I dunno, switch or button, or something would unlock to slide it off?" she asked, looking to Tarkus with a shrug.

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~Oliver Kootz~

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Oliver smirked, pocketing his harmonica with a flourish and dropping down from the ceiling to sit near Daiki. "You as well. I'm a bit partial to the kazoo, normally, but I thought it didn't fit the occasion," he said, crouching on the top of the chair. He was about to say something else, when the intercom beeped again.

"Attention, prospective students, we are touching down now. Please proceed to the lower decks to disembark. A reminder, the opening ceremony will be in fifteen minutes, those not attending will waive all chances of enrollment. Your belongings will be placed in a nearby storage facility, make any requests for retrieval of personal items at one of the attendants there. the voice said, as the ship barely shuddered as it pulled into the dock.

Oliver grinned, giving a nod to the one he was playing with. "Nice meeting you, Oliver Kootz, see ya' round," he said, leaping off the chair and bounding across the floor. He ran up to the handrail and flipped off it sideways, above Casterly and Addica, saying, "NicemeetingyouCastyseeyoulater, hinewguygottalandnowbye!" while he was upside down above them. He landed on the rail, quickly sprinting down it as some of the prospective students gave a startled jump.

Oliver laughed to himself, jumping form the rail and rolling through a nearby door, spotting a staircase and leaping onto the rail there, sliding down. Though his movements seemed chaotic, he was taking into account every person he flew past, as he sped to the lower levels. He made it to the bottom, barely ahead of students who were coming out at a normal pace, and started cartwheeling to the large door that was opening for them to walk out of. Just as the door spread barely wide enough for a person, and before the platform had extended to the dock. Oliver leaped and streamlined through the opening, landing on the dirt with a slide and kicking up a cloud of dirt as he landed. Barely winded, he laughed and broke into a cartwheel, rolling towards a lamppost and jumping to it while shouting, "FIRST!!! Firsty first, first first!!" while spinning around it.

Some of the other students exiting shook their heads at his antics, trying to ignore him as they walked by.

Reya was a bit surprised at the seemingly held-back nature of Orion's handshake. Though, if he actually used a normal grip, she'd probably have no hand. So, that was cause enough for a silent thank-you. And a not so silent one when he offered a sweet. With a very pleased expression, Reya accepted the treat. "Thanks! Yeah, I like you." She said as she popped it into her mouth. "I would say the same, but...well, it's sort of what I grew up with. Ugh, just saying that makes me feel like some spoiled rich girl. Not a pleasant feeling." Reya shuddered a bit, before looking behind her at the crowd. Orion had asked if there was anyone to worry about.

The announcement rang out over the speakers, giving a bit of relief to Reya. It'd be nice to breath Beacon air. Reya turned back to the Faunus. "This may seem like common sense advice, as right now I don't have their stats in front of me, but watch out for everyone. They didn't get here by dancing in the meadows." Reya shot a glance behind her at the ecstatic girl near the boy the jock had targeted. "Except maybe her. Maybe. But anyways...I'd say look out for Katana-Boy, and the guy that Richy McJock was after. Maybe the meditating girl? She looked pretty damn skilled, balancing on her weapon. I'm sure you could take them, but they seem crafty and quick. I mean, that kid's weapons look to be falling apart, yet he's here. Skill is most definitely there. As well as some other traits, I suppose." She explained. "I'm more of a stats-and-spreadsheets kind of girl, ya know?" Reya smiled, feeling the Airship begin it's decent. Wouldn't be long now.

"They're general tips, but after the entrance ceremony, if we make it, drop me a line. A little studying to know what we're up against, after this little trip, I feel is in order. Too many variables for comfort." Reya turned to look at the exit. "If you're cool with it? You do seem like a more solitary guy...which I probably encroached upon. Sorry 'bout that." Reya couldn't help but laugh. Man, she sure had the giggles or something. She pinned it on excitement, before inhaling deeply and exhaling. This was gonna be unforgettable. She could feel it.

The announcement came again, signaling that they were touching down. "Oh, here we are!" She bounced in place, already starting to head out as the doors opened. "Well, care to walk with-" Reya was cut off as a very enthusiastic boy cartwheeled by, yelling about being first. "Someone's excited. Anyways, let's go!" Reya offered one more glance before heading out, sincerely hoping Orion would accompany her to the ceremony. He seemed like a cool guy.

As the ship docked Tirren watched people stream past to get off and actually on to Beacon's soil. Sure its exciting to be here he thought, but some people might be too excited. The moment they had docked Tirren could hear an increase in volume throughout the students. It was understandable he realized, but then again what ever happened to a quiet awe he pondered, while rubbing his temples. The interaction from earlier had proved not only pointless in discovering potential partner's powers it had also served to give him a dull headache. He straightened up and waited watching the other students leave, he decided it would probably be best to be one of the last off as long as he could make it to the opening ceremony.
Then it dawned upon him he forgot where it was suppose to be at. "Crap, I'm doomed", he stated outloud as he head toward the front of the ship. Probably best just to follow the herd.

Along the main avenue leading from the docks, and at several random locations through the campus, there were fairly large terminals with four sides, each with an interactive holoscreen. "Information Kiosk" floated and rotated above it, and these computer access points held some general information on Beacon, such as a map and points of interest on the campus. Near the center was a round building that said, "Auditorium," right in front of Beacon Tower, and it was blinking. Below it read, "Time till opening ceremony: 14 minutes," as it counted down.

" Nic gives me one piece of advice and I screw it up... 'make some friends before you get to Beacon' that's all I had to do and I couldn't even manage that. Oh well guess I'll be going into the entrance exam pretty much blind " Addica thought to himself as he heard the announcement that they were landing. It wouldn't have been such a problem but everyone else from Lantern that was on the ship was a year or more older than him and he had no idea any of their names, too much studying and not enough socializing will do that. Plopping down on a bench Addica decided he would wait out the unloading students before heading out himself, 15 minutes should be more than enough time to get to the auditorium.

Orion gave a small smile to Reya as she took a sweet, almost feeling that it somehow made her more trustworthy. It was as irrational a thought as he could muster up: that a person was 'good' if they took something free that you offered them with no strings attached, but Orion hardly cared about the irrational nature of the thought. He just wanted a reason to trust people, and Reya seemed honest; if not a little bit prone to over-thinking things, it seemed. She kept on seeming upset by every other sentence she said: as if she was afraid of insulting him or something.

When Reya spoke up about the surroundings and who was probably worth looking out for, he nodded and took a mental note of each little hint. The woman seemed uniquely skilled at ascertaining the worth of people, and Orion found himself a little impressed. He'd always been a more 'instinct' sort of guy, so hearing the thoughts of someone slightly more rationale and significantly more preoccupied with forethought seemed like a spot of good luck.

Orion had not missed the announcement, but he had found at least some calm in being social. As such, he was less inclined to rush for the exit. He was happy enough listening to Reya, because it was rare enough to see a nice, humble, pretty girl that would stop and talk to a man who, outwardly, looked more like a thug. He wondered if the woman was aware of his Faunus heritage, but she'd mentioned her dislike of bigots, and that was a bonus in his mind. He listened to her offer of 'hitting her up' after the entrance exam and found both the term amusing and the thought behind it comforting. "I'd like that."

Soon though, it was time to advance: he happily walked alongside the woman, hauling the heavy bag onto his back with minimal effort. The man looked around the vast crowd now streaming out of the entrance and towards Bastion soil to see if he recognised anyone from the incident with the richer braggart. He had hoped not to spot them, and was greeted by the welcome lack of them. He thought about the people he might know from the upper-classes, should he actively seek them out, and the thought left him pouting. He hoped not to have to deal with those people: as a few of them might be bitter from their Signal days.

When the pair reached the actual solid ground, Orion took the time to take in the sights and become suitably awestruck by them. Everything looked as pristine and beautiful as he could have imagined: and he found himself smiling a broad, toothy grin: showing off the over-long canine teeth that hinted at his Faunus status. "It's good to be at Beacon at last." He almost reached into his bag in order to withdraw his artistic tools: yet resisted for both the sake of his company and the sake of not turning up late to the entrance ceremony. "I'd be glad to walk with you Reya. You seem like a decent sort of person: I'm only antisocial with assholes."

Sayuri, taken aback by KK's "assualt" took a second to regain her composure, "Uhh... Nice to meet you. However we should probably get going to the ceremony," now that she was fully composed she started heading for the exit of the Airship when she noticed Addica sitting on a bench waiting for the other students to get off. She waves and calls out to him, "Hey you over on the bench would you like to come with us to the ceremony? It'll be a lot more entertaining if your with other people!"

If Beacon looked impressive from the air, it seemed a lot grander on the ground where Daiki was standing. All that space for a bunch of students and professors? He might have thought of the forest as his home, but the cabin he lived in with his family was a speck of dust beside the school.

They had fifteen minutes to get to the welcome ceremony, and Daiki did not hesitate. Olliver had left before the he had been able to offer his own name, so he'd look for an opportunity to do so later. He wondered what their first test would be - there was an initiation for all new students, he believed. He was curious about his teammates and how these kids with their exaggerated weaponry fought. It was a whole new world for Daiki and it seemed incredibly overwhelming.

He kept his distance from the faunus students, wary of them since he had gotten his fair share of bruises fending them off from his family's meals. His father had always told him to be compassionate and that one should always look at a neighbour's bowl only to ensure they had as much as he did, not the other way around. Still it was difficult to see the faunus as anything more than thieves when they had scared his young siblings growing up every time they came raiding for food or supplies.

At least one or two of them had been decent. They paid or exchanged favours for hospitality. Often they were simply exhausted from fighting off Grimm and offered to help the Hidayashi family around the place as they recovered. He supposed the faunus here had enough of their own to be above thievery, and reminded himself to keep an open mind.

He followed the crowd of students to the main hall where the ceremony was held. He hung at the back of the crowd, in a quiet corner where he could observe the hall while keeping himself discreetly out of almost everyone's view. "Welcome to Beacon." He said to himself. He patted his katana reassuringly. "It's just you and me now, darling."

Krayzikk said
"Okay, whoa, whoa, let's back up a second here. Time out." He commented, making a "t" with his hands. "There's no love crisis here, there's no love here. I'm not dating-"
"-there's no love here."

"-THERE'S NO LOVE HERE."

Kalimay Kay's mind halted for a brief moment when these words left Alistair's mouth and the rest of what he said may as well have been spoken to a rock or a small animal. In the blink of an eye she'd pulled a small purple notebook from a pouch on her waist as well as a clicking ballpoint pen which she used in a furious moment of scribbling, all while repeatedly mumbling 'There is no love here.' before closing the book with a snap and letting it disappear into her pouch. Finally she turned her shining gaze back to Alistair, looking much like someone who had just met their lifelong idol in person. "No, Alistair... there is no love here in Beacon Academy... Because the only true love is one that has been fought for OVER AND OVER AGAIN! One that has braved death and dismemberment and probably a few crazy skanks trying to get all up in your business and yet has come through it all like steel being tempered!" She was gripping onto his waist now, fully absorbed in her delusion when the announcement of their arrival began blaring over the speakers. "Only once your blood and sweat and tears have been shed for the sake of your love will the universe deem it 'true'! Only when- Oh, we're here!"

They had docked without incident and the instant the doors where opened students began piling out onto the school grounds, heading for the assembly building. "Beacon Academy!" Kalimay Kay squealed, pressing her face to the nearby glass having apparently forgotten her true-love rant. "This calls for celebration!" Before any protests could be made, from her pouch she produced a rather large bottle-rocket firework and a small gas-lighter which produced a large, hissing green flame. "I call this one a 'Rainbow Popper'!" The fuse burned down in a matter of seconds and with a whistle the rocket flared to life and shot from her fingertips. It made a zig-zagging course before striking the ceiling and exploding in a burst of colors colorful sparkles and smoke. Several of these sparkles began to form small fires on the clothes and in the hair of several students unlucky enough to be caught underneath. "Yay, Beacon!" KK cheered, unfazed by the shouts of alarm and, in some cases, screams of fear that were echoing through the back-end of the crowd. "Let's go, best friends!" With a cheerful skip she slipped into the crowd behind Sayuri with BRIK-Breaker bouncing against her back and seemingly without a care in the world.

Jack appreciated the intercom's announcement that they'd touched down at Beacon. Once she'd taken in the sights of Vale disappearing beneath them, there really wasn't much to the trip. Actually taking a trip in an airship had been novel for the first fifteen minutes or so, but it wore off quickly; it was just a few crowded metal rooms where you couldn't get away from other people no matter how hard you try. At best you could mutually ignore one another, which is how she'd spent most of the trip; not a malicious sort of ignorance, just not wanting to get involved. Still she recognized a few faces from Signal: Tirren, Reya, Morella, Tarkus, and Kalimay. Not people she really knew, but she could at least stick a name to their faces. Even keeping herself out of other peoples' business, it was hard to miss the almost-fight in the common room. People get antsy when they're cooped up, it'd be good to land.

When the ship touched down and the doors opened, Jack collected her few personal belongings that weren't in storage. It wasn't much, just a day pack with the essentials, slung over her shoulder. Without spending any more time than she had to in the flying aluminum waiting room, she hurried down the ramp and onto solid ground. Thunderdell nestled at the small of her back in a compacted form, and Blunderbore hung in its holster on her belt, and both rustled gently as she hustled down the incline and out into fresh air and sunlight. The sight of the Beacon from the Airship port was awesome, but just getting out of the stuffy 'box' was the most welcome thing. Counters everywhere showed how much time they had left until the opening ceremony would begin, and Jackie wasn't keen on missing it. Following the informative kiosk's directions, she headed straight for the auditorium.

Tarkus paid extremely close attention to what Morella thought, not particularly caring when she started moving his arm, after all, just how the hell was she supposed to get a good look at Zoll without a full view? He was shocked when she said the fit might have been better than her boots, he knew just how well she could fight with those things, and if something like this fit BETTER, he doubted there was any way for someone to take it off without figuring out the trigger to take it off. He still couldn't figure out how he didn't notice the thing on his arm, it fit almost like a second skin, yet he only really felt it when he noticed it.

He mulled over Morella's idea, but he didn't really think that it'd work. He'd slept with the thing on, gone a couple hours before even noticing it, and he was fairly certain that his arm wouldn't be combat ready in his sleep. he started looking it over himself, noticing a small compartment that looked like it'd open near the top piece of the wrist section, his curiosiy peaking, he wondered just how to open it. When he heard the announcement of the ship docking and the assembly happening in a quarter of an hour, he stood from his seat and turned to Morella, saying: "Thanks for giving it a look over, I'll have to find a way to get it off later though, looks like we gotta get moving to the Opening ceremony. Wanna go to it together?" He motioned his left hand's thumb to the exit of the airship, but his mind was still probing over the ways Zoll could be removed.

Pascale Isadora Buckley
—♫♪ Léger De Main ♫♪—

All the commotion in the world couldn't stop her. Pascale charged on through, a steady, fast-paced walk out the exit, barely missing more than a few eccentric students, continuing to keep a wide smile on her face. Whoever was trailing behind her, a supposed sniffer of the glue, an avid needle jockey, a junkyard junkie—Pascale didn't care, as long as they fell head first into her makeshift pitfall. She waved to whoever looked her way, not caring if they waved back; she was ecstatic and, at the moment, that was all that mattered to her. Though a rather excited boy brought back memories of an old movie, something about rain and a light post, yet a little less crazy and more sing-songy.

A mere moment later and she was already conversing with an attendant near the storage facility, explaining what her luggage looked like. The lady nodded and smiled, turning to do whatever it was an attendant did. Pascale was much too busy listening to the bustle of students and staring at the bright signs that littered the many builders—banners, whatever one wanted to call them. The lady came back in a matter of seconds, immediately handing the faunus brightish, burnt colored suitcases and a brown and orange backpack. She snatched the luggage from her hands and raced off to a secluded area, hoping Rygar followed suit.

Turning around, she threw down her belongings and fished something out of her backpack. Pascale held up a smallish vial containing a dust like substance, matching the color of her backpack. A large smile was plastered onto her features again as she held her hand out toward Rygar, "This is it! The guy who supplies me does his best to keep his stock away from prying eyes, so he makes it look harmless... in a sense. This one's made to look like Dust. I haven't run many tests, like I said, but I found it loses some of its potency when it's not in its natural liquid state, but it still packs a punch and provides a good cover, so it's easy to smuggle."

Popping the top of the vial, she looked at Rygar, pausing for a moment. "Oh, I forgot," she chuckled, "You can ingest it through whatever orifice you'd like, just know some provide a less than savory experience than other, heh. I'd suggest either through the nose or mouth." She pushed her hand forward slightly, insisting with a harmless smile.

After sitting down on the bench Addica pulled his backpack off and set it next to him. Watching his fellow students leave he stuck his hand in his pocket searching for his earbuds. Just as his hand closed around the earbuds the red-headed girl that Addica had approached earlier called out to him asking if he wanted to come with them to the opening ceremony. "Is this how life works? You stop trying and then you get what you were after... or maybe I was just trying too hard" Addica thought to himself. Relinquishing the grip on the earbuds he quickly stood up, grabbed his pack and called back as he slid the pack onto his back, "That sounds quite wonderful," smiling at the prospect of potential friends.

IC:

Truthfully, things were a little too hectic for Alistair's taste. Not unbearably so, not even unpleasantly so, but when things moved so quickly, it was tricky keeping up. The past five minutes (Had that all really been crammed into five minutes? No wonder it seemed like so much.) had, however, had an unintended effect; All of the uneasiness from just a short time ago melted away. Perhaps, however, that wasn't just the events; Random as they'd been, and in some cases odd, he'd met several people, and perhaps even made acquantainces, if not friends.

Speaking of which... He reflected silently, trailing after Sayuri and Kalimay, easily keeping pace with his long stride. He idly pushed his hair back into its accustomed position (Style, after all, would be too organized a term. He really needed to see about getting it cut.), taking a moment to make sure he had his possessions with him. The rest, the announcement said, wold be shunted into temporary storage to be collected later.

That person from before. Arara Sakanade, I believe she introduced herself as. From her name, she's likely heir, or at least related to the heir, of Sakande Industries. Which would, He noted with a degree of amuseent. explain the credit card. Not so much the offer, though.

His thoughts paused a note on that subject, recalling not only the terms of the offer, but Sayuri's commentary on it as well. If he was perfectly honest, a voice in the back of his head agreed with her. He was a citizens from about as close to economic poverty as one could get without reaching it, and with a glance at his person, it was pretty clear to see. Fond as he was of it, his coat hadn't been in its prime for twenty years, back when his dad bought it. His weapons, though carefully cleaned and maintained, nevertheless were pieced together from more parts than one could shake a stick at. In contrast, Arara was a member of one of the wealthiest families in the land, more than likely had received the best education money could buy, and in summary, was so far higher in the social spectrum that she was in the stratosphere.

And her condition for help, help that came in the form of weapon parts that would make his own wallet cringe, was for him to be her friend. That definitely didn't sound right, and in fact, sounded like a deal with the devil if he'd ever heard one.

But that's not really fair. He chided himself mentally, nearing the exit of the airship, casting a glance around to make sure that the few people he knew were still nearby. That's a biased conclusion and you know it. Despite what life might have lead you to believe, she is a person too. And even if you choose not to accept her offer, the least you can do is tell her in person. Worst comes to worst, cynicism was right, and neither I nor her is any worse off.

Ah, good, Kalimay and Sayuri were still just ahead, along with one of the people who'd helped him with Christopher. He still needed to thank him, the other person too, but he'd lost him in the confusion surrounding the events, and, well... Kalimay.

Speaking of whom, he almost wondered what the rest of her rant on true love. Inaccurate to th situation though it may have been, it was interesting to hear, and her heart seemed to be in the right place.

His musings were cut short, however, when he stepped off of the airship and saw what was (Hopefully.) to become his school. The campus was simply astounding, bright and cheerful, while the building's architecture was majestic and grand, a fitting design for a place such as this. Greenery surrounded the path, the lawn indicating a high level of care. The trees were planted in such a way that they didn't encroach upon the path, while still allowing them to perform their purpose as part of the scenery.

Maybe it was simply excitement, maybe it was because he'd never seen anything like it, but no matter the reason, it was breathtaking.

There was only one problem.

"Does anyone know where we're supposed to go from here? The announcement didn't really say."

If that odd boy who ran outside like a kid on a school field trip was the first to exit the airship and reach the docks with his fanciful parkour skills, the second to exit was Arara, who had prepared to exit before the announcement was even made. She had counted down the seconds that it would take for the airship to land, and after the doors hissed open, she simply ignored the monkey boy that darted past her and claimed the position of first place. Stepping down with the measured, focused strides of someone who knew exactly where she was going, Arara spared a passing glance at her holopad. Fourteen minutes before the entrance ceremony began, with the destination being the auditorium. Unlike others, she chose to actually read and record the details for the first day. And while others asked around and interacted with everyone else in order to figure out where to go, the girl wondered why they didn't just go walk towards the Information Kiosks and take a look. Why was it that people never looked, and simply asked?

Whatever, Arara shrugged it off, activated the 'projection' application on her holograph, then brought up the 'Beacon Academy' application next, projecting a 16 x 9 holographic screen into the air. Though it had a slightly blue-er hue than the screen normally was, the image floating in the air was still clearly a screenshot of a page of Beacon Academy's website.

Complete with a helpful map marking out the auditorium with an exclamation mark, the giant, floating map that spawned from a small, expensive holopad, swayed from side to side as Arara made her way towards that location, half-heartedly twirling the Heavenwrath in her left hand.

She wasn't going to help anyone who didn't ask, but it's not like she could do anything about it if someone took a look at her giant, floating screen.

Mm, doing things that didn't benefit herself did feel good once in a while, but like all things, it had to be done in moderation.

Stepping off the ship Addica was astounded, he had seen pictures of Beacon and he had seen it out of the windows of the transport but nothing yet had prepared for him the spectacular buildings and campus before him. "I made it!!! Now all I have to do is pass some test and this is my school!". His thoughts were interrupted by the boy behind him voicing his concern as where they should go. Turning to face the boy (and thus walking backwards) that had been involved with the dispute with the jock earlier. "Ummm my friend Nic, a third year here, told me that the opening ceremony would more than likely be in the auditorium as that's where it's been for the last 3 years... though I guess we could stop and ask someone for directions." Spinning back to face forward Addica realized that he hadn't yet introduced himself to the group of people he was hoping would soon be his friends. "Oh by the way everyone as I have yet to introduce myself I am Addica."

Once the harmonica duet was finished and the intercom blared its message, Grizel applauded Daiki, as his musical partner had departed very quickly. She stepped closer, smiling brilliantly at him, "Nice sound, there! Not much of a harmonica fan, myself, but you weren't half-bad! It helped lift my mood a little!"

Not that Grizel was really feeling down at the moment. Her brief encounter with that rude girl was simply something she braced herself for with every meeting. Though it definitely would be disappointing if this person if this person was anything like her.
"Oh, I'm Grizel! Grizel Lyall," she introduced herself with a curtsy, "Wanna walk to Beacon together? I promise I'm fun to talk to~!"

After all, what could be more fun than tales of her future exploits as Super Huntress Lady Lyall, Ultimate Grimm Killer?

When the ship landed, Rygar knew this was his last chance to back out. If he didn't, who'd have to take responsibility for everything that would happen. But the prospect of a new high was almost too much for him to resist. He was tempted just to waste the girl and loot through her body for a sample, but even he thought that might have been too extreme. Rygar silently followed the girl out of the ship and to one of the storage containers. Oddly enough, they also had his bike. He wasn't sure when they moved it off the ceiling, but he didn't question it. He simply put it on neutral and rolled it alongside him as Pascale ran off somewhere quiet for them to imbibe the drug.

But Rygar didn't snort or swallow, he injected. When Pascale showed him the Dust-like substance and how it was to be taken, he ignored her. He always mixed his stuff together, against all logic and safety. Opening a compartment on the Sepulcher he took out a rather large syringe, half filled with some sort of white-green liquid. That was Mamitas, the steroid=like drug that he was hooked on all those years ago. "There's only one way to take these, and that's directly. No need for that bullshit filtration stuff." Rygar stuck his syringe into the vial of the mysterious stuff and pulled some through the needle. After cleaning the tip, he stopped before he injected. "Hey, what's this stuff do anyways?"

Following the mass of eager students Tirren slowly disembarked. Still unsure of where to go he found himself wishing he had stayed with the group from earlier. If had then he would probably have a better chance of finding his way. Refusing to lament over his petty situation he rembered something about information kiosks and what not. Looking up from the ground he had been staring at while lost in thought, he was captivated by the images he beheld.
Beacon towered in front of him. It was elegant, yet welcoming and had a way of catching one's attention, maybe he had been a bit to quick to judge the other passengers noises of admiration. Distracted he stood rooted in place, his mind blank to the world around.
With a shake of his head he refocused on his task. Turning about he searched for an info stand, yet couldn't spot one. "Come on! It shouldn't be too hard to find one, otherwise I would need an info kiosk to find the info kiosk," he voiced in fustration, it had to be here somewhere.

Reya lit up like a light-bulb as Orion nodded in acceptance to her offer. Wow, that was easy. Who knew she could find a friend so fast? His large grin was welcoming, and even interesting, with those canines. It made Reya start to think...big, burly body, sharp teeth, extreme dislike of bigots and bullies...could Orion be a Faunus? She couldn't remember hearing about something like that. It'd honestly be pretty cool. A real "Screw you" to her family. No, wait, she shouldn't think like that. All in due time.

As they disembarked, Reya clutched what she had with her tightly. Her purse, and a satchel containing a few cartridges for Priestess, as well as a spare blue Dust crystal for the Rings of Saturn. The rest of her luggage, she'd retrieve later. It wasn't all that important at the moment, anyways. Looking to the Information Kiosks, Reya jumped a bit to see over the heads of students who had crowded around the map. She...failed to do so. Being short kind of sucked. Looking around in defeat, she saw the meditating girl bring up a large holographic map of the Academy. Squinting a bit, Reya could make out the exclamation mark which denoted their destination. "Alright, there it is. Looks like you've got what you need. Time to face the music, right?" A little nervous tremble found it's way into her voice, but she looked as happy as ever.

Now that she'd had a chance to breathe fresh air, and look around, she recognized some others from Signal...namely that girl in the blue hoodie and the hyperactive girl. Morella and Kalimay, wasn't it? Reya could feel the cold calculations around in Morella, while Kalimay's craziness was finally tickling her memory. She, herself, was a woman of analytic thinking, so another of the same mindset may indeed prove challenging. Surely she knew of Reya's fighting style...as for Kalimay, well, a healthy dose of caution was in order. She did set people on fire, moments ago. Either way, recognition was percolating in Reya's mind, and she was excited to do some research with Orion.

She made her way to the auditorium, as per the map's instructions, periodically checking to see if Orion was keeping up. She didn't want to jog off and leave him hanging, after all. What could possibly await them in this entrance exam?