Dammit, he should have expected this. Well, perhaps not [i]this[/i], but the fact that plummeting to the ground was the school's means of transportation to the testing field shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. Didn't stop him from panicking though. Ciel only got his bearings a handful of moments before the ground would be rushing up to greet him, and by then instinct took over. A few feet from the ground he vanished, reappearing a small ways away with the vertical momentum turned horizontal. Luckily his boots weren't cheap, and they handled themselves fine as he skidded away speed.

When at last he came to a stop, he felt his stomach churn and his cheeks grow hot. Fuck, he hated it, he hated it so much. That was the last time he'd be using the godforsaken ability if he had anything to say about it. Then again if the introduction had been anything to go on, he likely wouldn't. 

Ciel's palm came to a rest upon Evelyn's handle, as it often did, and the other propped itself upon the second sheathe. Right then, team member and artifact. He hadn't done much looking around before the launch, but he'd spied a few people who looked as though they knew how to handle themselves. As long as he wasn't matched up with any of the dirty beasts, he was sure he could fit a good team. 

He began to walk, eager. Already the solitude was gaining an eerie edge, the sooner he found others, the better. Hell, he didn't care if he found a Grimm first, as long as he found something. Ciel whistled to ease the air, and hopefully attract another person to him as he himself began to search. A good start, that's all he needed, just a good start.