[Center]Isaac Markeel [/Center] --- Isaac slowly looked up at the sight of the stranger waving in his peripheral vision. His first instinct was to unravel one of the WALTER unit’s threads and prepare for battle; but something niggled in the back of the Markeel heir’s mind about the irrationality of that plan. Even if he were to take down the mysterious individual, he would have to deal with Arrun. The stories he’d heard of that man left him in no doubt that Isaac would get naught but a thorough trouncing, should he get on the bad side of that man. Isaac pulled off his headphones, listening to the man as he explained why he had disturbed Isaac in his moment of solitary calm. The young Markeel heir could do nothing but shrug as he arose from his seated position and began to follow the mysterious Gren Beyer. --- [Center] Orion Armstrong [/Center] --- Orion mirrored Reya’s chuckle when she admitted her own worries about last night’s strangeness. Both individuals were silenced by the taking off of the ship, and subsequent handing out of the watches…called W.A.T.C.H.’s. He couldn’t fault them for not sticking with functionality; Watches called watches made sense. He was tempted to ask what the acronym stood for, but that would involve disturbing Arrun midstride. Orion doubted the sanity of running the headmaster’s speech. Orion started examining his watch and noticed that the readings it got from Orion’s aura was wonky, to say the least. The levels kept fluctuating from a mediocre number to one that barely got registered. It was only when he let the watch hover over the limiting Zeta Bracer that it registered an actually logical aura reading. He nodded his approval at the versatility of the device, perhaps he could tinker the device to link with the Bracer; might prove a useful way to control the limiter a bit more. If he were tech savvy: that’d be a priority. Sadly, he wasn’t much of a technical genius…he’d have to find someone else to do that. Having scanned the Bracer and his own aura, Orion noticed another tap on the display of the ‘W.A.T.C.H.’ that read ‘weapon’. He wondered what use he’d get from scanning the Polearm, but he was hardly going to neglect his newest toy. There was a certain satisfaction to be brought about from playing with the little device. He could already tell it was infinitely more useful than the little phone-computer he had in his pocket: and Orion had always drawn a certain amount of joy from technology. He drew his weapon from his hip, still in its retracted form, and with a quick flick of his wrists and a quick ‘fwip’ the weapon was extended to its full length. The Polearm was large; suitably so, considering Orion’s immense size. Running the W.A.T.C.H over all of the weapon’s surfaces quickly loaded in data to the device, and Orion gave a satisfied nod. Looking over to Reya, he noticed her own mirth at the use of the device. Birds of a feather, it seemed. --- [Center] Isaac Markeel [/Center] --- Isaac followed the strange Gren Beyer silently, ignoring the man’s useless chatter as the worker seemed intent to tell Isaac his life story. Isaac was quick to dismiss the man’s conversational talents as useless; even if he suspected the worker might be hiding a trick or two up his sleeves. Isaac arrived in time to hear the start of Arrun’s second speech. He had a much more confident air about him, when contrasted against the speech of yesterday. This was the man Isaac had expected; the one he’d heard about. The ‘Unstoppable Lion’ was doing an admirable job explaining the test, and he handed out a new device to each potential hunter; a W.A.T.C.H. The device was similar to one of Isaac’s personal computers at home, but this device was much more streamlined. It was designed to be a combatant’s engine of information. You wouldn’t be downloading the latest game of ‘Grimm Fantasy’ or whatever shitty app they released next. Isaac was quick to allow the W.A.T.C.H. to register his Aura and was left smiling as the device seemed intent to struggle with registering his impressive aura levels. When it came to scanning weapons, Isaac felt a moment of hesitation. The WALTER unit was a prototype, and its inner mechanisms were a mystery to all except Isaac and his father; if the data were to fall into anyone else’s hands… Instead, Isaac withdrew one of the electrified bayonets and allowed the weapon to scan that, instead. He entered a few inputs, and suddenly the device recognised there were, in fact, ten of the projectiles. He’d scan in the WALTER unit later, when he was sure that the data would be secure. Isaac was plenty tech savvy for that. Isaac began listening to Arrun’s next layer of speech, as was everyone else in the room. The explanation of the task was simple enough: find a partner, kill some Grimm, retrieve a data package, and find the pair with the matching data package. Maybe he’d be able to find the Sakanade girl; she’d prove a useful partner, if only because of her connections. He was confident that his skills would allow him to ‘carry’ near enough any dead weight. He was about to move towards Arara when he noticed a metal door lower in front of Arrun, a single window allowing him to look out upon the class. [i]”Well that isn’t good.”[/i] He unfurled a few inches of the WALTER unit’s wires, ready for what was to come next. He suddenly found himself woefully unprepared as the entire metal box began to drop. --- [Center]Orion Armstrong [/Center] --- The entire main hold’s shift was enough to cause Orion’s eyes to widen. He could predict where this was going, and that made him cringe. “This guy is pretty metal.” He didn’t get a chance to say anything else as the entire room began to enter a freefall. Most of the students began to panic, and many bolted for a door which was opening. The entire cabin started to depressurise, and Orion was left swearing, before stabbing his Polearm into the ceiling. What should have been a useless clash of metal on metal instead left Orion’s Polearm buried four inches into the roof. He’d abused his Semblance for the first time in what he imagined would be a day of letting loose; and his gaze flew around the room. Something caused the Polearm to jerk slightly, and Orion feared that it was going to come loose soon. He looked at the circus boy from earlier, crawling through a second panel. He also heard a shout of… ‘Cowabunga’? “Guess there is something useful out there.” Orion said, letting out a strained sigh as he began to concentrate. The depressurisation was going to be an issue, as he couldn’t get to the second window. Combine that with the clamour for the other exit meant that Orion had one real choice. He noticed a strange individual exiting the ship through Oliver’s exit: a short-ish individual with black hair. He shrugged off the stranger as he muttered something under his breath. The W.A.T.C.H started to fluctuate wildly and glow red. He ignored the glow for a moment as he released one hand from gripping the Polearm. Inhaling sharply, he felt his concentration intensify until… Flaring his aura and his semblance, Orion slammed a palm into his Polearm’s blunt end. The roof; already pierced by the weapon, gave way to Orion’s strength. The entirety of a panel of metal crumpled, buckled and was forced out of its hinges by the blow, and Orion gripped the roof’s newest window with one hand, as he pulled himself and onto the roof. He silently thanked the quality of his weapon: aware that if the cross guard had been weaker, he’d have just catapulted his main weapon into an unknown location. On the roof, Orion noticed the launch pads and swore internally. He didn’t like where this was going, but it was the only choice they had. Gripping the closest one, which he’d missed by a narrow inch it seems, Orion started to pray to whatever gods he could remember not believing in recently. This wasn’t going to be fun. The launcher did its job admirably. --- [Center]Isaac Markeel [/Center] --- Isaac swore when he felt himself floating in the middle of a free-falling metal death chamber. He was preparing to kill everyone in front of the metal door when he noticed the actions of two students in particular. One was the circus performer, who managed to somehow make a second exit; the second was a brutish looking man who’d managed to stab a weapon into the roof of the ship. Ignoring the implausibility of these two feats, Isaac settled with going with the flow, as he wrapped one of the WALTER wires around the Polearm of the brute to stabilise himself. The Polearm shuddered under the added weight, but held steadily. The deepness of a stab required to do that left Isaac pondering just how strong a thrust the huge-one could produce. [i]”Those two are worthy of remembrance.”[/i] Isaac started to manipulate a second and third wire towards the newly made exit, and was the second out of the exit. He gave a look towards the large one, before exiting. He’d considered helping the man out, but he seemed in enough control as it was. Instead, Isaac looked at the launch pad beneath him and smiled. [i]”Interesting. It seems Arrun isn’t interested in training weaklings.” Isaac smirked as he gripped a launch pad with one hand and let it do its work; catapulting him into the world below. He was surprised by the ferocity of it all, as he was rapidly thrown towards the mountains. The ideal nature of his decent was worthy of a chuckle, as Isaac saw the approach of the range grow quicker and quicker. The trajectory of his flight would have him flying past one of the lowest peaks, were he not quicker in his reactions. He unfurled all ten of the WALTER strings and attached them to a Bayonet each. His semblance both gripped the daggers and manipulated the strings as he launched them all into the mountain; planting ten sharp picks into the rock face. Centrifugal force did the rest as he span around the mountain several times, slowing slightly each rotation until he could land on his feet, atop a mountain. Dusting his arms off, Isaac watched the detached room, hurtling towards the floor and towards what could easily be early fatalities. “I guess now I wait.” --- [Center] Orion Armstrong [/Center] Orion was unsure of how he should monitor his luck. Ideally, he would have been sent towards the forest; His Polearm could have allowed for an easy landing that way. The worse options were something like the mountain, or the island. The only way that he’d be able to land on either of those locations was face first. Instead, he missed both the best and the worst locations: instead landing in a rather undignified manner in the deep recesses of Lake Listless. He emerged from the lake, spluttering and a little sore: glad for his Aura shield. It had been ideal in that it stopped him from suffering anything worse than minor whiplash. He swam towards the closest shore, which happened to be the Sinkhole Island. On Sinkhole Island, Orion started to dry himself a little; checking to see if the W.A.T.C.H. had been damaged. Relieved that it had not, he began trying to identify the nearest person using the device. Sadly, he was struggling with even that simple task, due to the device’s previous hissy-fit. “Gunna have to work on that.” Orion said, as he started to fiddle with the Zeta bracer as he began to reapply the limiter on his strength. He’d have to find his partner in a bit then, it seemed.