[center][b][h2][color=goldenrod]Noëlle Chrysos[/color][/h2]

Beacon Docking Bay ... And Back Out[/b]

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[i][b]Attention all passengers, we will soon be landing at our destination: Beacon Academy.[/b][/i]

"[color=goldenrod]Ugh ... Huh? Already?[/color]"

To many passengers of the airship, the trip would have been at the minimum long and uneventful, to some a living hell. It wasn't uncommon to have people struggle to sleep in turbulence packed vehicles along with the inevitable noise coming from the craft's engines. This wasn't the case for Noëlle, from the moment the ship had hit the clouds she had fallen fast asleep for a well deserved nap. The blonde newcomer was swiftly awaken by the pilot's announcement only because of her headset being directly jacked to the airship's network, but with everything on mute with the exception of important messages from the crew. As easy as sleeping was for her, waking up was a whole other dimension. As the ship landed she hadn't even prepared to get off, taking action only when most of the passengers were debarking. 

Once the lazy huntress had found the courage after rubbing her tired eyes to pick up her only duffel bag over her shoulder and follow the flock of people. But before she'd expose herself to Beacon's reputable atmosphere, she'd make a quick pause at the ship's bar service. Placing a bill on the counter, she didn't pause for a second to choose between the various options. 

"[color=goldenrod]One chocolate, please.[/color]" 

She'd say with a groggy and unmotivated voice. The barman paid no attention to her expression and served her quickly enough for her to let him keep the change. With now a fast food milkshake cup in her hand, she was one of the last people to step out of the aircraft, much to Kiran's misfortune. Truthfully, she didn't know what her teammates looked like. Noëlle was convinced that Haven had forgotten to give her that part of the file, but chances were she had misplaced it in her conglomerate of junk scattered all around her previous dorm. She did remember their names, though, which was a plus. It'd mostly be thanks to Kiran's proactive behavior to her regard that she wouldn't end up like an idiot, lost in the docking terminal. Not that she'd care that much, someone would eventually cater to her anyway. 

When the KNVS leader would catch a first glimpse of her, he'd more than likely get an idea of what kind of person she was. In her case, appearance weren't really deceiving, but maybe Kiran was too good of a man to judge her based on that. Her hair was indeed messy, she hadn't even bothered to even make her trademark side ponytail, letting her long set of hair run wild. Her facial expression still looked like she crawled out of her behind with only eyeliner to give minimal presentation value. Her attire was somewhat correct otherwise, despite it being Haven's uniform instead of Beacon's of something casual. In her defense, she hadn't received any set of clothes yet. Her old colleagues encouraged her to be "Natural" with her new friends, so she could be integrated better. She took respected that idea to the letter.

When Kiran would approach her, she'd notice the much taller, turban wearing male from the get-go, concluding that he was likely the one to greet her. With their first contact, she'd be noticeably lacking in any form of anxiety or stress. She could be the confident type, but her half-opened eyes and rather passive non-verbal communication expressed something else. When presented with a hand to shake, she'd first look up at the man dwarfing her in size, before actually shaking it with her free hand. She couldn't help but constantly derive her stare at the bizarre turban he was wearing. She found it cool.

"[color=goldenrod]Yep, that's me. So you're boss-man of the group? I like your name, by the way.[/color]" 

Noëlle would reply and inquire as Kiran introduced himself. Her voice made it clear that she wasn't fully active, and the subtle but visible from up close face marks made it clear she had just woken up. The leader of the team could easily articulate his long justification for bringing her on a mission at the very first moments she'd set foot on Beacon's land. She'd take occasional sips and nod to his explanation, anticipating that she'd be asked the obvious.

[color=goldenrod][i]Heat of the battle, huh? The heat of a fireplace and a couch would be just as good ...[/i][/color]

She thought to herself, somewhat grumpy that she'd actually have to do any form of effort after just coming out of a plane ride. She didn't express any of it, however, as much as she was for exposing her thoughts. It was her job after all, to complete missions, and make a decent impression to the team without being "unnatural". 

"[color=goldenrod]Hmmm, if you get a lady another one of these, I won't make a fuss.[/color]"

She'd jokingly reply to his question whether she was okay with this, shaking her half filled milkshake bottle when she expressed her little catch for agreeing. He didn't have to, but she did want to make sure he wasn't one of those bores that couldn't be just a little laid back.

"[color=goldenrod]So ...[/color]" 

With the same bottle she shook around, she'd then point the straw toward the airship he had pointed to earlier. 

"[color=goldenrod]This way, right? And I guess I can just call you Kiran? Though Khan does sound overwhelmingly cool too. So, can I get a little synopsis of how this mission will go? You know, so I can at least pretend to know what I'm doing when I meet the other dudes.[/color]" 

Another joke stacked in there with an innocent smirk as she walked over the direction she pointed at. This one being quite hard to take literally by even the most uptight, Goodwitch-level of people. She was clearly established as an efficient huntress and most likely knew what she was doing despite her mannerisms. Hopefully, they would be like her previous team at the core, but she also wished that they wouldn't remind her too much of them. She wanted a unique experience, to move on and maybe one day get through a week without internet.