It wasn't easy for Bastion to somehow stay awake while he listened to Professor Ozpin give out instructions explaining what their first assignment would be. Talk talk talk talk talk talk! Why do people keep going on about the unnecessary details and get straight to the fun part? Sure, they needed to understand the assignment, but couldn't it had been explained in twenty words or less? It was a simple enough mission; find partners, get whatever trinkets they are going after, and get back alive so why on God's green earth did Ozpin have to explain it in such a long, dull manner? Slowly did he ever begin to drift off into sleep as he stood, a giant snot bubble swelled from his nostrils only to pop at the noise of a pressure plate going off. As if he was injected with pure caffeine, Bastion perked up back to his usual bubbly-self. Finally, excitement, adventure, and a craving for tacos, but that part wasn't important! Though still if he could find a good taco place after this that would be great... 

With a whoosh, the faunus flew through the air with his arms extended out. [color=0054a6]"Yaaaaahoooooo!"[/color] was the last thing that anyone heard from him flying off into the distance. The wind raced through his hair and his jackal ears flopped around from the force hitting it. His wings cut through the air as if they were trying to get lift, but they were obviously much too small to give any lift for the faunus' body. Not like he cared one bit. He was soaring through the air like a majestic eagle. Activating his semblance, he began to move along the tree tops with bursts of kinetic energy blasting from the palms of his hands and the soles of his beat. Bastion was simply having way too much fun with this, which was evident with all of the flips and spirals he was performing when he should've been. He descended below the treetops and kicked off from tree to tree until he rolled onto the ground and hopped back onto his feet. [color=0054a6]"And the judges all give him tens!"[/color] He chuckled to himself. 

Boy, the Emerald Forest sure was pretty. It was almost hard to believe that Grimm live in this otherwise serene land, but he knew better than to think that. Bastion's eyes darted around the area as he unfolded his weapon Crocus into its scythe form. His animal ears perked up at the rustling of something above him, assuming it was a Grimm, he entered a battle ready stance. What he found however wasn't an enemy, but one of the students that got launched hanging upside down in a tree. 

He smirked at her and folded his arms, looking pretty amused at her little predicament.[color=0054a6] "So, how's it hanging?"[/color]

[@Thundercrash]