[b][i]"Seems like we've got a live one here..."[/b][/i] Was all Tarkus thought as he glanced to the Boar Faunus, who'd audibly expressed his desire to start the slaughter on the ship. He wondered if the poor fool was just dimwitted, or genuinely didn't understand that you weren't supposed to kill the other students....possibly both. He thought nothing of it as his expressionless gaze returned to what it had been focusing on; Everything in the room that WASN'T the boar faunus. Or whatever he was. He stopped assuming what faunus was what species after the "Alligator Crocodile" Incident...nasty bit of business there. His innately acute hearing let him listen in on nearly every conversation in the cabin of the ship, from whispers, to simple self-mutterings, nothing was safe from his ears, really. Not that he payed any of them much mind in the first place, most of it just seemed like simple socializing, the type of things normal people would do...if they weren't going to be thrown into a forest of death and proceed to get a dying buddy to go die in a floating castle with another set of dying buddies. Needless to say, he didn't feel like there wouldn't be at least a few casualties in the exam.

Looking to his right, he noticed a rather...odd individual. Had a cloak on, covering his face, and wore some rather heavy and encumbersome clothing...judging from his posture, he figured him for an Oriental (Or whatever the hell Asia is going to be). Seemed like an interesting enough person, certainly a step up from the other, non-mysterious peoples that he'd actually have to leave the comfort of his hard seat to converse with. Taking his left ankle and placing it atop his right knee, he leaned Zoll against the empty space made by a student who'd gotten up to chit-chat. Since it didn't seem like the tall fellow would break the ice any time soon, Tarkus retained a completely neutral expression and said: [b]"So, see any you wouldn't mind be handcuffed to?"[/b] as he looked at the others aboard the ship. The question of partnership was probably weighing heavily on most of their minds...personally, he couldn't help but glance at the red haired woman who'd been smoking...in the pressurized cabin. He felt a certain...intensity from her, like she'd be the kind to take charge. Not that it mattered much to him, of course. He just needed a team, period, whether he was leader or lackey held no consequence in his plans.

[b]"...Huh."[/b] Was all he said as a rather sizable participant began yelling about how the male testosterone in here was "too damn high"...which he only really saw in the boar man. He intertwined his fingers and placed his chin down on them, supporting his head atop his fingers, waiting to see what was going down, whispering: [b][i]"Seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied, I'm on my way...[/b][/i]