Emlyn had been roused from his sleep as everyone else had, though it took him a tad longer to prepare and head out with them. He was, to say the least, a bit of a fop. The outfit he'd put together for this day was in his mind perfect. A myriad of colors, with odd placements for armor such as the shoulders, bottom of the legs, and forearms only. Upon the spaulders, four bright, almost shining feathers were even spaced and flare outwards. Doubtlessly synthetic, as were the ones flaring out at the back of his legs as well. The only piece that looked a bit out of place was the scarf around his neck. A few sizes too small, and a pallid shade of pink. But it was tucked away beneath his vest, only barely visible at the bottom of his neck. Flashy and only the [i]sliiiightest[/i] bit impractical, that's the way he liked his outfits. He wanted to grab attention and hold it, especially today.

By the time he'd made it outside at last, most of those present had already proceeded down below. That was well enough; he'd missed out on introductions yesterday because he was quite sure not all of them would make it back. Only the survivors mattered, those were the ones he'd impress. 

He spun Mirror absently about his wrist, only taking a solid hold of it as another of the few remaining students took their plunge. As good a time as any, it seemed. He took a few jogging steps forward, releasing mirror for a brief moment. The reflective metal closed within the hollow center, and he snatched it by the handle before leaping to the zip-line. His glove took most of the heat, enough to spare him the discomfort, and he watched with narrowed eyes as the treeline approached. Just above it, he released his hold, and brought both hands to Mirror's handle to hold it tight beneath him.The momentum was enough to send him sailing almost horizontally onward, gradually falling lower and lower until at last, hit hit the ground. Or rather, Mirror did; as if upon a sled Emlyn carried on, fast at first but even faster was he decelerating. It took but the work of a handful of seconds for him to come to enough of a stop to hop off of Mirror and kick it up into his hand, retracting the shielded center and returning it to its chakram form. 

Now then, next order of business; partner. He needed to find a partner, and they damn well better be good. He was [i]not[/i] about to carry some loser around through their test, even if they'd only be alone until they found their artifact. In the air he could hear the sounds of battle, the rushing of a train upon its tracks, plenty of opportunities just waiting to be snapped up. His hand rubbed the scarf about his neck for only a moment, and then he continued on as well. As he walked, he started to sing, a talent he was [i]quite[/i] proud of, as it had snagged him attention during his earlier years. The tune was some song or another of their time, more a show tune than anything, and set in a higher voice than it would have normally been, but he sang it all the same, the gusto carrying on in each step.