Among all the students being carted off to Beacon Academy in that airship, only one of them was able to enjoy the pleasure that came with complete and utter silence. Arara had shut off all sensations towards the outside world, drawing herself inwards instead. It was a tranquil, relaxing sensation, witnessing flickers and flares of what was either her soul or her Aura, a small sphere of bright blue energy that burned like the sun. Perhaps it wasn't exactly the epiphany-achieving Nirvanas that her teachers have said they've witnessed at the height of meditation before, but it was fine enough for Arara. There was no scenery here that she hasn't seen, after all, and there was no one here that she had a particular interest in, at least not until they proved themselves worthy of such attention.

Of course, there HAD to be other people who demanded attention regardless. Opening one eye when her subconscious notified her of the prescence of someone directly demanding her attention, Arara's orange eyes focused on the girl before her. Black hair and wolf ears. A faunus with an annoying expression that was part way between concern and curiousity. Tilting her head upward next and opening her other eye, the girl glanced at the manly as fuck boy in a motorcycle, apparently standing up on the ceiling like he gave no fucks about gravity. She nodded at him once, acknowledging his position and passing off a subtle sign that, if he had fell on her, she would be perfectly alright with suing him for personal damages.

Turning her attention back towards the wolf that first spoke to her, Arara considered what sort of impression she wanted to pass off towards this warrior-brute, before finally settling on this. Hopping off her spear and kicking it off the ground, she allowed it to spin three times in the air until catching it. “You shall address me as Lady Sakanade, faunus.”

Cold, but amongst faunus, one had to assert their superior position straight away, in case those half-beasts got any ideas about who's position was more dominant. With that, she strode off, holding her breath the whole time she walked pass the wolf-girl. Air pollution was bad for the lungs, after all. Arara wouldn't want any stray hairs from that thing's ears getting into her lungs.

But it seemed that one commotion attracted another, and the next annoying, brutish thing that happened was some sort of standoff between a bunch of meathead, arrogant brats. One was a muscle-bound person that she recognized, the heir of the Prince family, if she remembered correctly. The others were a bunch of relatively no name students, who seemed to be partaking in some confrontation with Mr. Prince, shaving his head and dodging his attacks like the skilled fighters they probably were.

Uncouth idiots. Their own arrogance was revealed in their actions, and their stupidity was shown in their inability to read such a simple person's attitude. Yes, it was totally fine to just BAIT an angry, self-entitled whiny bastard's anger by making a show of how weak and slow he was. Sure, it might work if your enemy was a thug that was just trying to mug you, but...

The girl realized her thoughts were getting dark again, and took a deep breath to calm herself. No, she needed to calm down as well. The atmosphere of this ship was slowly ruining her, wasn't it? One deep breath was followed by many more, as she regulated her breathing. The situation eventually defused itself, with Mr. Prince's entourage dragging him away before anything really stupid happened. Good enough. He'd probably do some avenging thing later, and it seemed like one of the girls in his entourage was kind enough to warn one of the boys about the wrath of a rich kid who had his 'honor' tainted.

Approaching the group with a small wave, she turned her attention to the boy who had received the warning and asked, a bit of curiousity in her tone, [b]“Don't think it was too smart to make an enemy of the heir to the Prince Smithing Corporation, so why did you get yourself into that mess, if you don't mind me asking?”[/b]