[b]"Wow, this thing really is nice...I wonder just how big it is..."[/b]
Tarkus walked in and out of various rooms of the airship, he'd been on airships before, many times in fact, but there was just something about them that always just...fascinated him. He eventually found a room that was locked, likely where they were keeping some of the more "if someone messes with this the ship explodes" type instruments. Deciding that he probably shouldn't be there, he decided to head over to one of the more uncrowded rooms, taking note of some of the people he saw, he recognized some of them, though no names really came to mind at a first glance. He set down his pack and began to fiddle with the music box pieces he'd brought with him, taking great care to fit the pieces together, holding the small, delicate wooden frame in the palm of Zoll as his free hand inserted the parts. 

About halfway through, he turned to his right to look out the window, they were already well enough on their trip to Beacon that they oughta be arriving soon. He looked back down to his right palm, Zoll still exactly where it was before...until something clicked inside of his brain. His uncle had fitted Zoll onto him, and he'd actually spent the whole night packing and fell asleep with it on...He honestly hadn't even noticed until just now, i just felt so natural. Then another thought clicked. He didn't know how to take it off. He started to break into a slight cold sweat, holidays weren't for a while, Leo didn't have a computer, and Tarkus didn't have a personal phone. Realizing his preidicament Tarkus' pupils widened and give him a thousand yard stare, his right eye twitching a bit. 

[i]"Just how....HOW DO I TAKE THIS DAMN THING OFF?"[/i] Tarkus thought as he, in a surprising show of restraint, put his music box pieces back into his pack before he started trying to yank the gauntlet off, but it seemed like the thing was now almost like a second skin; he eventually stopped struggling and leaned back against his seat, his head pointed to the ground as he stared into the palm of the gauntlet. 

[i]"...You can't be serious...There's a way to take this thing off...THERE HAS TO BE. LEO STILL HAS HIS RIGHT ARM ATTACHED."[/i] His brain racked over ideas on how to get it off, but he eventually calmed down and realized now wasn't the time to be flipping out. He'd just have to bear with it for the time being.