Perry awoke to the world of the waking without a trace of drowsiness, blinking once as he reoriented himself. It would appear that the airship had just landed itself, and Perry turned to look out the window to confirm that, yes, it indeed had. The towers of Beacon Academy stood tall in the distance while, closer to, he could see other students disembark the airship. Hopping off the ledge, he landed lightly on the metal floor with nary a sound, his only bag clutched in hand. The comfortable weight of Blast Bicell could be felt on his back, so he was all but ready to depart. Feeling it would be more appropriate here, in this empty hallway, than on the middle of the port Perry decided to stretch a bit. While his mind might not have needed any time after his nap, the same couldn’t be said for his body.

The step outside felt much better after he had taken the time to stretch a bit, working out the kinks that had formed during his brief nap. His scarf was wrapped loosely, but completely so it didn’t drift in the wind and possibly smack others in the face. Still he stepped off to the side and out of the way to drink in the sight of the prestigious Academy. It was much larger in scale than anything he had seen, though that said little given where he was from. Still, once the awe had faded and he had shaken his head to clear it, Perry followed after the rest of the airship’s passengers.