Nekomancer said
"Hello Tirren, Reya, Kalimay. I see you made it to Beacon too. Congratulations, I guess."

It took a moment for KK to spot the one who had spoken her name with such familiarity and when her large brown eyes fell on Jack it took her a longer moment to recognize her fellow classmate from Signal Academy. They had never spoken, at least not to an extent Kalimay could remember, but she was sure they had taken 'Weapon Crafting 101' together. Though Kalimay had been far more 'subdued' while attending Signal, or rather far more ostracized and forced perpetually to the lonely outskirts of school life, it wasn't all that amazing that Jack would know her name considering their small class sizes. The feeling of blissful hope did not last long, however, and her trail of thought suddenly brought forth a wave of memories of her time at that Academy: of the countless lunches spent eating alone, of the times when the more 'vocal' students managed to catch her in places where the teachers couldn't hear the things they'd say to her, and of the feeling of crushing emptiness that only seemed to fade while she practiced her weapon art in the school's training facility after hours.

The wide smile she'd been holding since boarding the Beacon airship broke and she withdrew into herself. Slipping the flail off her shoulder, her hand gripped the handle with slightly shaking fingers and started to spin it in a tight circle which she had no problem keeping away from the students crowded around her; it was a nervous habit she'd picked up since she'd managed to build the weapon. With her chin near her chest she glanced up to Jack with a small, polite smile. "Thanks... Congratulations to you too."

Isaac

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The rhythmic sound of laboured grunts was broken only by the equally uniform counting of a solitary male voice. “Ninety six…Ninety seven…Ninety eight…Ninety Nine…” he said, calm and comforted by the momentary solitude. He had snuck into the cargo hold some time during the lengthy flight to Beacon: and had used the opportunity for self-betterment. He hung upside down, knees wrapped around a tall hang-rail as he performed mid-air sit ups. The youth had stripped himself of his shirt, and worked tirelessly in order to attain some sort of sweat: which he had apparently succeeded in.

The announcement of the ship’s landing in five minutes was the alarm clock that the young hunter-to-be needed in order to achieve the motivation required in order for him to disentangle himself from the repurposed hang-rail. He would happily have continued the exercise regime in peace: as certain tranquillity could be found in the act of burning away his trivial thoughts in a pursuit of perfection: a much more constructive use of his time than the otherwise fleeting thoughts that came with boredom.

Alas, his start to the academy was already likely to be rocky: and he didn’t need a reason to further exacerbate his likely tumultuous start. The fact that he had hospitalised his opponent in the placement match, some dirty Faunus rat, had reached a few local newspapers: and he had been awarded at least a couple death threats from members of the White fang: through letter, of course. None of the disgusting creatures would dare approach him for actual combat: they would only try and elicit fear through threats of violence: never through actual action. Another of the growing list of faults amongst the Faunus scum he’d encountered.

The scum could at least show the backbone that wild animals had: that would make a refreshing change.

Still, the young man fully dismounted from the hang-rail and wiped his brow with a nearby towel. He had set up the location with a uniformity that was close to military in its precision and everything seemed to have a place: His towel was prepared three feet from the place of exercise; his shirt was folded up next to that, and an bag, devoid of anything except a bottle of water, a pair of Javelin bayonets and his music player was directly beside the shirt. It took a grand total of a minute for the youth to prepare him physically and mentally for the drag that was to come. He was dressed in loose jeans and a button up shirt, with the two bayonets strapped onto his back. His headphones thumped the rhythm of a popular rock song, leaving the normally bored Isaac with a smile on his face. Music was a precious distraction to him: and he enjoyed the moments where he could steal time to listen to the thumps of whatever band had taken his fleeting fancy.

Despite the musical ambience that surrounded it, Mundanity quickly returned as Isaac snuck out of the cargo hold and back into the ship itself. He waited for the dull ‘thud’ of the ship’s landing to reverberate through the corridors before he began moving towards the exit. Isaac preferred to let the cattle exit first.

Isaac exited the ship with well over twelve minutes to spare before the horde of students was required to arrive at the Amphitheatre. He saw that a large mass of students were gathered around a message board and a moment of confusion crept over Isaac. Why were so many people gathering around the board? Surely it made more sense to head for the centre of the compound itself…towards the very large circular building in the middle of it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what an amphitheatre looked like.

Isaac had a large rucksack hoisted over one shoulder as he paced towards the amphitheatre with a calm and singular confidence. He hadn’t inherited any compatriots from his old school: most of them having moved away from the path of the hunter and on to more profitable exploits or educational institutions. Only the Markeel family had stuck with the Hunter’s route. All that Isaac had inherited from his time before Beacon would likely be a reputation for success and cruelty.

At one point, Isaac noticed a clearly romantic couple of Faunus. The pair happened to be holding hands, and seemed to be moving towards the amphitheatre with a skip in their step. Isaac felt his spare hand inch towards the bayonet at his side, before he reeled in his aggressive urges.

Isaac felt the bile rise in his throat: before spitting it onto the floor in disgust. “Bah, Filthy creatures.” He said

Grizel's hands dropped to her sides, the wolf-girl in question smiling brightly at Daiki, "'Just'? I don't think I can even lift that thing! ...Well, okay, maybe I can, but I suck at sword-fighting! And it's not like you need your sword to... I dunno, explode into a ton of smaller swords that rain from the sky to make it work, right?"

Turning her gaze upwards, Grizel continued thoughtfully, "...Actually, that'd be insanely awesome. I gotta find out how to do that..."

Continuing towards the school, the faunus continued to talk enthusiastically, elated at the prospect of talking to someone that was both human and willing to associate with her. Much like her friend back home, just with more wariness this time around. At least she had good news to report to her back home. She would still need to find a good way to word "hey guys I'm making friends with the humans now 'kay?" to her parents... oh well, they could hardly ground her now.

It appeared that, as the auditorium loomed into view, Arara had to put her multi-tasking skills towards handling two conversations at the same time, while the two students beside her seemed to be utterly oblivious to each other's existences. Maybe they were competing for her attention, or maybe they simply didn't like each other, but she was the one that suffered because of this. Humans weren't meant for multi-tasking, after all, but Arara simply put on a professional attitude and beared it.

Facing Tirren first, and pivoting around so she was walking backwards, Arara smiled at his comment and, pointing at the small crowd that had began to grow behind behind her, “It wouldn't be awkward if you simply stayed with the masses. Everyone's going towards the same destination, and we're all taking the most effective route, so it's not like it'd be odd if you followed my route. And I hope, for your academic success, that you don't adopt the same attitude in regards to course material.” With that bit of rationalization, explanation, suggestion, and a bit of a joke said, the girl hopped backwards a step and dipped into a small curtsy, a spur of the moment gesture. “You may have already heard beforehand, but you may address me as Lady Arara Sakanade. Pleased to be of acquaintance, Tirren. No family name?”

Slanting her body so it now faced the giant, who introduced himself as Orion, Arara wondered why the majority of students disliked giving their full name to strangers. Isn't their lineage something to be proud of? She'd have to get used to this, not being able to automatically profile someone afterwards based off their family. And get rid of the once-useful habit of assuming that people who didn't introduce their last names as people associated with ill-reputed families.

She let a small smile slip onto her features at his words regarding the caramel sweet, as she snapped her holopad shut and stuck it into the folds of her clothing once more. “Well, I won't deny that I favor dainty cakes and pastries over hard candy,” the girl replied, the tip of her spear swaying back and forth like a pendulum, “But you'd be surprised regarding how popular hard sweets are amongst younger ladies.” She wouldn't mention that they liked to suck on the candy to make it sticky, and then stick it into the hair of some unfortunate bystander, of course. It would be undiplomatic, to say the least.

The man's comment regarding clothing though, was rather out on the left field, a random comment that she would have taken as an attempt to flatter her, if it wasn't for the fact that Orion didn't give off the feel of a gold-digging sleazebag from a cabaret club. Shrugging, Arara waved as if it wasn't that big of a deal. “It's alright. Sakanade Textiles put a focus on creating combat-functional, but fashionable clothes, after all. They tried to model this variation after the concept of a shrine maiden, while ensuring that mobility wasn't hindered, but the end result was more of some eastern-style battle dress. Feels a little revealing for my tastes, but I can wear it in any situation I'd expect myself to be in, so it should be fine.”

Taking a serious look at Orion's own clothes, Arara commented nonchalantly, “Looks like you're wearing clothes produced by the Patchwork Clothing company, Orion.”

At this point, they were just another minute or two before arriving at the doorsteps of the Auditorium.

IC:

Though he had already slowed to make sure he didn't outpace the others, when KK spoke again, he made a full stop, turning to glance at her. Reading one's body language was usually a matter of knowing them well, but in this case, her behavior was so drastically different from how she'd been since he met her that something was definitely off, even if he couldn't say for certain what the root cause was. He carefully crossed the small distance between them with a few muttered "Excuse me"s as he pushed through the crowd, careful to keep outside of the BRIK-Breaker's orbit.

"Hey, Kali," He said quietly, keeping his tone neutral in case he was wrong, and everything was fine. Though truthfully, he'd be willing to bet Hell and Heaven that he was right. "Everything okay?"

The way she responded to his question about sweets was eloquent and measured: graceful even. She handled her words well, which made sense considering she seemed to be a woman of 'upper' birth. He hardly minded that the woman was affluent, as his adoptive mother could also have been considered a rich individual: had the woman been less inclined to live a less Spartan life-style than the one she had raised the ursine Faunus in.

Still, Orion had a lot of time for a person who measured what they said. It reflected an amiable temperance: a level-headedness, if you will. She noticed that the woman placed a certain emphasis on asking the other individual who walked with her on Surnames, and Orion realised he had forgotten to mention his. He was about to mention it when she started to go into depth about her outfit: and more specifically, the name of its parent company. So lady Sakanade was literally a lady: it seemed.

Her pinpointing of his own clothing’s origins left Orion at a pause: He wasn’t sure how best to respond to the nonchalant statement, for it could mean a great many things. It could mean that the woman took offence to someone wearing what she likely believe an inferior brand of clothing, or it could equally mean that she was simply attempting to reflect his light conversation back at him. Either way, he thought that discretion and temperance would probably be suitable. “Patchwork, huh? Honestly I don’t pay much attention to where my clothing comes from. I’m more of a ‘the man makes the clothing’ sort of guy. I don’t want to strain the Armstrong budget, not that…mother couldn’t afford it.” He cursed his own pause: sure that the little idiosyncrasy in his speech would get picked up on. He couldn’t imagine the woman would miss such an obvious detail, instead he just hoped that the woman would not care enough to push the issue.

Orion looked towards the entrance of the auditorium and spotted Reya, hovering a slight distance ahead of them, seemingly excited by the whole ordeal: as she’d jogged on ahead. “Hey, Reya: this is Arara Sakanade, Arara: this is Reya Descrata.” He hoped introducing the pair would allow him to subtle manoeuvre the conversation away from his verbal error and towards…anything else. If he could make the pair into friends, that would also serve as a bonus.

Tirren turned his head to look at the girl who had congratulated him on his accaeptance to Beacon, she seemed familiar he really should have paid better attention at Signal. "Thanks. You too."

Then looking back at Arara "You can tell the manufacturer of his clothes just by looking? Plus academics are a lot easier than societal norms, which I assume by your question of family name means I messed up... again." then targeting the next part at the newcomer, Reya, and Arara, "Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am Tirren Lais. Though I think I'll skip the curtsey." Hoping that his joke might help make up for his clumsiness with words.

As Reya bounded ahead, she noticed Orion had slowed to talk to Meditating Map Girl. That was alright, great, actually. The more, the merrier! Though that sure was a crowd around her...talk about popular. And those clothes definitely signaled a wealthy girl. Reya started to move back, to catch up to Orion, but she stopped as a girl came up to her, as well as Kalimay and a boy she recognized as Tirren, congratulated them on getting to Beacon. Since she knew them by name...oh! "Jaclyn! Thanks! Glad you made it, too!" Reya said with jubilant recognition. Jaclyn had attended Signal, and they'd graduated from the same class. She was in...oh, what was it...Fundamentals of Combat? Yeah, that was it.

Reya was about to go into full conversation when Orion approached with the rich-looking girl and introduced her as Arara Sakanade. "Oh, wow, of Sakanade Textiles? I was wondering about that fancy get-up. Pleasure to meet you." Reya bowed a little bit, if only to hide the slight grimace on her face. While she had no qualms telling Orion her last name, telling it to a wealthy heiress was a bit harder to swallow. Her family's wealth or power had nothing compared to the Sakanade name, but the Descartas had quite a bit going for them. And it took conscious effort to not be associated with them, especially when her father decided to drop large sums on the Black Claw. Reya hoped that her name didn't stick out too much, due to Sylas and Gloria's status as popular Hunters. "And It's a pleasure to see you here, Tirren. Shame we didn't talk more at Beacon." She said as she rose, wanting to push thoughts of Father from her head.

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Morella nodded to Tarkus, saying, "No problem at all," listening as he went on. His thought trailed off as he looked down the Avenue. Morella looked in the same direction, eyebrow barely raising as she spotted the figure at the base of the pillars. She sighed, saying, "He's probably just doing it for attention. I think I remember him from some of the school competitions, from that small one...Marston? Mason? Western part of Vale, I think. It's probably best to just ignore him." Tightening her grip, she led the duo off the docks, saying, "If you can stand one more night with that thing, we can set up my holo-bench tomorrow, after the First Test," she said it with complete certainty, having little doubt either of them would have problems.

As they made their way, Morella spotted a student carrying a large rucksack. For some reason, she felt on edge when she saw him. Oddly enough, it was how most people felt around her, a usually an intimidating or serious presence. He didn't turn around, and Morella wasn't sure if she recognized him, but there was something about him that was definitely something to keep an eye out for. Maybe it was the way he walked, distant even in a crowd, or that it seemed the distance was purposeful. Either way, Morella felt a commonality between them, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. She let it go for now, though, looking back to Tarkus and their walk.

Sayuri watched the comversation Arara and the other two were having with disgust, "I always hated those word games you had to play in the upper class. You always had to be polite, you had to sugarcoat your inults to seem like nothing, and your reputation was determined by your family name. That was the worst part. I hated being assosiated with my father's company. I much prefer to speak my mind freely..."

Her attention was brought back to her group when Alistair asked Kalimay if she was all right. She was shocked at how different Kalimay was acting. Though she recognized the posture of someone who was remembering aomething that were best forgotten. Sighing at how much that reminded her of her old friends, "Kay whatevers bothering you just remember we're friends and I'll help any way I can."

Jacyln Kent

Watching Kalimay practically deflate as she approached her, Jack couldn't help but wonder to herself, 'Jeez, what I say? You'd almost think she doesn't like me.' The rapid change in Kay's outward bearing was unnerving to say the least, and even without talking her too much it was a noticeable change from a second before Jack had called out to the girl. Trying to return the polite smile and only really managing an awkwardly tighten her lips, Jack nodded and responded to Kay's congratulation "Yeah, thanks."

Right... That wasn't weird at all. She didn't think she'd done anything to deserve that sort of reaction, but maybe she'd forgotten something. She could be sort of blunt and sarcastic when she talked, and she skipped class enough that some students thought she was a delinquent, but nothing in particular stuck out in Jack's memory. 'Well, if she's got a problem with me, she can say it to my face. I'm not going to go out of my way without a good reason.'

Tirren at least didn't shrink back from her greeting, but the lack of recognition played across his face. He didn't remember her, and he seemed busy talking to the corporate princess. That was fine, Jack did skip a lot; it's not like everyone had to remember a couple dozen names after spending a few years in school together. That'd be expecting too much. When he reintroduced himself and joked about skipping curtsying, Jack remarked dryly that "That's disappointing." before she followed suit with introductions. Since there were plenty of people around that she didn't know, she didn't address anyone in particular. "I'm Jack Kent, I went to Signal."

Reya's reaction was the most encouraging of the three, she remembered her name and she was actually engaging in how she responded which made Jack grin widely. She even seemed genuine in her congratulations, which was a plus. Just generally sending out friendly vibes, which were almost enough to make Jack regret missing so many classes back at Signal. Bygones weren't something to dwell on though, she thought as the amphitheater doors loomed just a few meters ahead of the group.

RolePlayerRoxas said
Grizel's hands dropped to her sides, the wolf-girl in question smiling brightly at Daiki, "'Just'? I don't think I can even lift that thing! ...Well, okay, maybe I can, but I suck at sword-fighting! And it's not like you need your sword to... I dunno, explode into a ton of smaller swords that rain from the sky to make it work, right?"Turning her gaze upwards, Grizel continued thoughtfully, "...Actually, that'd be insanely awesome. I gotta find out how to do that..."Continuing towards the school, the faunus continued to talk enthusiastically, elated at the prospect of talking to someone that was both human willing to associate with her. Much like her friend back home, just with more wariness this time around. At least she had good news to report to her back home. She would still need to find a good way to word "hey guys I'm making friends with the humans now 'kay?" to her parents... oh well, they could hardly ground her now.

"My sword is pretty light, actually. Maybe I'm just used to it." Daiki added thoughtfully. "I guess being born in a family of lumberjacks tends to be good for your fitness..." Although Daiki couldn't help but think he lost out when it came to finances or gear... or proper training.

"I'm not sure how I'd hold up in a fight though. My uncle taught me to finish any Grimm I met with a single strike... I haven't had to duel someone or keep my sword out for more than that." He admitted. It seemed most of the students here were pretty familiar with fighting. How would he hold up against a fellow student? "Besides, all anyone needs to do is keep shooting at me and I'd be helpless. I'm not even sure how I got recommended here, to be honest."

Tarkus nodded when Morella asked if he could hold out, wasn't like Zoll hurt on his arm, what scared him about it was that it didn't feel like it was there at all, even though he was fully aware of it. He tried his best to ignore the guy climbing the big ass pillar, but it was almost too inticing not to watch. He felt bad for staring as he walked, but it was a guy CLIMBING A PILLAR BIGGER THAN LEO'S SHOP TURNED SIDEWAYS, AND IT WAS AWESOME. He tore his eyes away from the pillar-man, looking ahead at the Auditorium, well, the only building that looked like it COULD be the Auditorium. That and everyone seemed to congregate near it, not like there was much else for the first years to do anyway.

As they walked along, he noticed she'd taken a look at someone in the crowd, guy stood out for some reason, he stopped to get a good look at the guy, but what he saw near his feet surprised him a bit. What looked like a bit of vomit, whether it was from that guy he wasn't sure, was on the ground. Tarkus' in-born doctor genes forced swiftness to his steps, moving away from Morella. He didn't completely ditch her, it wasn't like he was very far, but he approached the guy with the rucksack with a somewhat worried look on his face.

"Hey, buddy, you sick from the airship ride? If you're feeling sick, don't push yourself." He asked, though he wasn't sure if it was just air-sickness or if the guy had a flu, so he maintained a few feet's distance.

Kalimay could see that her reaction annoyed Jacklyn just as it seemed to alarm those around her and her cheeks flared a bright pink at her sudden regression to the girl she had been only a few months before; the one she was desperately trying to forget. "I-I'm sorry!" She squeaked at her old classmate. "Y-y-It's not you! I just... remembered... something." Biting her lower lip, knowing it was a poor explanation, she offered a quick apologetic bow. "See you at the ceremony... Jacklyn." At this she fell back several strides and was immediately rejoined by Alistair and Sayuri; the former with a passive expression, asking how she was, and the later with a look of genuine concern. One hand rapidly waved them off while the other was occupied with spinning BRIK-Breaker in a faster, even tighter, circle. "I-It's nothing, thank you!" KK said with an apologetic smile. "Everything's fine! Wonderful! Peachy! I just didn't expect to see another classmate from Signal here... Though I guess that was silly of me..." At least not a classmate who would remember me...

They were fast approaching the entrance to the large auditorium and she pointed ahead to shift some attention away from her. "Let's get in there and find a seat!"

One the students got near, Rygar's trap was sprung. From the trees, giant globs of foliage and goop was flung at unsuspecting students, coming from all sides. If he had the time he would have dug a pit trap, but alas, there was only so much rope. But he was careful to ensure that no one escaped; the sun was blocked out by the garbage, balls of sludge threaten to crash into the students as they passed. All the while, Rygar watched. He watched the strange monkey boy make his way up a pillar.

Rygar simply walked there, but he was fairly impressed with the stranger's gusto. This kid was climbing a six story tall pillar with nothing more than his barehands. If Rygar didn't know any better, he'd think the boy was trying to show off. Interested in the boy more than his prank, he began to walk doe the side of the pillar towards the kid. "Ayo. What's up?"

After initially disembarking the ship with Sayuri, KK and Alistar, Addica ended up somewhere in the throng of people slowly drifting towards the auditorium. "Great this is exactly what I was trying to avoid" Addica thought to himself. Looking around at the other students he got too many mixed emotions to know who to approach and talk to and who to just avoid, people were literally so packed that their emotions were getting jumbled in Addica's head. Taking a moment Addica separated himself from the crowd and found a bench to sit down on. Pulling out his phone he saw that they still had nearly 10 minutes to make it to the auditorium. Seeing this Addica decide to give himself a second to let everyone else's emotions leave his mind so sitting on the bench Addica closed his eyes (effectively turning off his semblance), it could get so noisy in his head with everyone's emotions running wild in his head. He instead focused on his own emotions, the excitement at being at Beacon, of having made it this far from the streets. The happiness he felt at having the chance to see one of his best friends again for the first time in 2 years. "Man is it good to be at Beacon" Addica thought to himself.

Sayuri sighed at Kalimay's response but knew better than to push the issue, "Where should we sit? Towards the front or back?" noticing the trap activate she watches the flying objects come at them, "Whoever did this has poor taste in welcomes," she then uses her Lash to try and knock away one of the globs but it splattered on her jacket. Swearing she grabs Kalimay and Alistair and uses her Lash again to get them away and in a couple of quick dashes they're in the auditorium only getting hit by the splash of a couple. Letting go of Kalimay and Alistair she tries to get as much of the goop of her as possible, "I swear if this stuff stains and I find out who did that I'm totally going to kick their ass."

IC: Kiora made sure her collar was up, crossed her arms tightly across her chest and moved quickly toward the auditorium.

Just in time for the goo trap.

One piece of shrapnel cut her cheek before she could react, but that was the last.

All the pent up tension of being in a large group of people was released, her arms falling to her sides. A glob flying at her head incinerated harmlessly, a spin just in time to burn another-

And it was over. Her cheeks burned and she seemed to shrink into herself again, finding the quickest available seat.

OOC:Anyone wanting to interact with her, say she sat next to you.

A sensible response, it was, if nothing else. Though she didn't completely agree that it was the person who had say in the value of a piece of clothing, she kept her opinions to herself in this case. There wasn't any point in refuting his words, after all. Arara restrained a smile at his casual 'dropping' of his surname, that of Armstrong. A sensible, perceptive person. Surprisingly rare in this world. Adopted, perhaps, judging by that slight delay in 'mother', though she may have just been reading into it too much. Instead, she shifted her attention towards the new person that Orion was introducing, a Reya Descrata. Somewhat simple hairstyle, but it was remarkably straight and sleek. The red clothing matched well too, though it was from one of the smaller brands.

Curtsying in response to the raven-haired girl's compliment, Arara replied, diplomatically, “Pleased to be of acquaintance, Reya. I hope we have a productive first year together.” The Descartas family name was faintly recognizable, but it didn't feel like it had anything to do with business. Military family? Hunter family? Felt more likely, at least. The type of family name that would be featured prominently in newspapers. Yet she couldn't exactly place the name at the moment, and thus, made a mental note to check that out later. Curiousity? Stalker-ish? Perhaps, but it helped her avoid landing on any psychological scars or emotional landmines, at least. She learned during her second year at her private school not to ask about sensitive topics, after all. Even if it didn't feel major to herself.

Finally addressing Tirren, Arara shrugged at his compliment. “It's not as hard if you were raised up around those subjects. Don't worry too much about the last name thing, Tirren. I probably should have accounted for the difference in etiquette beforehand. And we should probably stop dawdling and get in the auditorium already, shouldn't we?”

With that, she turned around, and walked off, taking the final steps towards the auditorium.

Then, a trap seemed to have activated, and the surrounding trees were suddenly catapulting blobs of goo and foliage at anyone nearby.

Her reaction was immediate, her execution flawless.

An orange spark lit in her eyes.

An instant before the first disgusting collection of weird shit fell onto her, Arara's visage shimmered, before a translucent, orange 'pulse' seemed to expand outwards in a spherical manner, bending and distorting the air as it pushed the blobs away from her, quite literally sending the projectiles back to their owners.

If one had a tool that could read Aura levels, they would have noticed that Arara's Aura levels fluctuated from that release, not falling, but dipping, and then recovering just as quickly.

Yet none of the crowd noticed, and lackadaisically doing a pointlessly fancy twirl with her spear, Arara said, “Should have expected the upperclassmen do some sort of prank.”

Only then did she finally enter the auditorium, finding herself a seat in an empty row.

As he stepped forward Tirren saw the trap spring, 'Some juvenile prank already, how depressing' he thought. Reaching up towards his hair he gave the ribbon a quick pull and allowed his hair to fall around his shoulders. Quickly tucking the red ribbon into his pocket he walked forward through the flying goo. All the important stuff, his weapon and the ribbon, were safe.
Walking slowly and dilegently into the pathway of the ooze he calmly walked forward no point in letting the trickster succed in his goal of startling him as he had the others. On his way into the building the leftside of his head was struck as was his left leg. Upon impact the ooze splattered effectively adding to it's radius. Once inside Tirren turned to the left and placed his back against the wall. Pulling out the ribbon he tied it gently around his right index finger and settled in to wait out what was left of the 15 minutes