Jaclyn Kent
When Mr. Towers began his orientation on the test and the W.A.T.C.H.es were distributed, Jack cracked open her eyes and listened with moderate interest. The little device was fairly impressive, but not a game-changer as far as she was concerned. She pulled it out of the little locked box and strapped it onto her wrist, letting it scan her aura and whatever other information it could eke out of her. It was all a little Big Brother, but she figured that it probably wasn't anything sinister. A tap on the weapon tab linked her fairly simple armaments to the watch, a readout showing both Thunderdell and Blunderbore popped up, along with icons showing their current magazine capacities and remaining magazines. That was kinda neat.
Then the cabin was ejected from the plane and most of the students panicked. The whole situation reminded Jack of the time Stan had pissed off some gangsters and gotten the pair of them locked in a shipping container and dumped into Vale's river. Long story short, it turned out fine. They were all talented individuals, and Jack really didn't see why everyone was getting their feathers ruffled by this turn of events.
Making her way towards the exit, Jack flowed through the students crowding the door with remarkable ease, probably due to her willingness to casually elbow people out of the way. "'Scuse me, pardon me, make way, coming through." It didn't take long to arrive directly behind the hold up, a boy who had rushed to the exit only to stare out at the rushing air, paralyzed. "Burning daylight here." She said, breaking the boy from his transfixed stare. "What?" he asked, clearly confused. "Boop!" Jack said, nudging him out the hatch with her boot. For a second she could hear him screaming, but the rushing wind quickly quashed the noise. Actually, the crowd got really quiet all of a sudden. He'd be fine, he just needed a bit of pressure to get him focused on task. Jack herself jumped out from the hatch a moment after him, Thunderdell in hand.
"Geronimo!"
Airborne and falling fast, Jack unfurled Thunderdell into its axe mode and sat 'side-saddle' on its shaft. Pulling the trigger, she dry fired the cannon to make some distance from the airship's cabin. The tops of the forest's trees quickly came into sight as she hurtled towards them. Picking out a massive pine to aim for, Jack brought her axe in a wheeling overhand swing into the tree's trunk. With a cacophonous cracking, the momentum of Jack's fall drove the axe blade from the treetop to nearly it's base. At the end of the mighty cleave, she hung beneath the handle of her axe like a pull-up bar, and the once towering pine was split into a "Y". Trying to pull Thunderdell free from where it was lodged, Jack found it stood firm. Scowling at it, she poured her aura into the blade until it thrummed in her hands and let out a keening noise as she slid it out of its resting place effortlessly.
Relatively unscathed, Jack climbed the rest of the way down from the old pine to the forests floor and checked her new watch. First order of business was to find another unpaired student. Over thinking who to pair up with and how to get the partner she want wouldn't get her anywhere. It wasn't the point of this exercise, and it was a waste of time. Beacon didn't take incompetents.
Location: Deathgrip Forest, D-5