[Center][I][B]Pascale Isadora Buckley[/I][/B]
—[I]♫♪ Aide-Toi et le Ciel T'aidera ♫♪[/I]—[/Center]

Quite interesting.

The speech that was, and the W.A.T.C.H, as well, of which she used to scan herself and attune to her waist.

The lifting into the air as their part of the ship was released from its latches was not as interesting, but still rather interesting. Pascale, who was situated in her seat by the window when it happened, simply looked around, still in her seated position but far above her seat. A sigh escape her lips, a hand running through her hair. Guess simply landing was more than she could have asked for, but, then again, Pascale wasn't the type of gal to just simply land either. The exasperated frown immediately turned on its head as she closed her eyes and merely flipped backward. If they wanted to make this a challenge, then she would gladly and wholeheartedly accept it and not whine and complain like the girl she knew she wasn't.

The screams, the panic, the rush of air the swept and whipped at her hair was muffled in her daze. A sinister smile adjusted itself onto her lips. Pascale's feet kicked below her, the clicking in her long heel quiet in the turmoil around her. One heel at a time.

[i]Crack[/i]

Pascale's head whipped upward as she flew toward the window, eyes locked onto the circus boy rushing through a makeshift hole above her. The people around her, though, soon caught her immediate attention; they were mere objects now, just in her way. The blasts from her heels would be harmless, though they would definitely and probably leave a few bruises, of which she couldn't care less for. Flipping, somersaulting, doing whatever she could to maneuver correctly in the air, Pascale kicked her boots into whomever she could catch, using them as leverage to propel herself further toward the window. As soon as she reached the thick glass, she made sure her feet were pressed tightly against it before further propelling herself upward with a powerful blast. Using the obvious force she could in her free fall and the shots from her heels, Pascale shot in a direct line toward Ollie's exit. Quickly, and before she was sucked out, Pascale released her rapier from its holster in her boots, hand already reaching behind to grasp it. The kid she used to apply that much pressure cursed loudly at her, clutching his head as she laughed her way out of the falling, steel box. 

Screaming out into the sharp wind that tore through the air around her, tousling her clothes, hair, whatever was loose on her body, her hands gripped whatever they could an launched her toward one of the catapaults near the edge of the compartment's ceiling—all with a giant grin on her face. Using her gun boots to flip and glue herself onto the platform, she closed her eyes in all the rush and excitement. A deep breath was taken and then held in the split second Pascale released the hatch and pulled the lever tight, curling into a ball as she was flung higher through the air.

Everything moved so slowly; she rose for what seemed like forever, increasing her height at an alarming speed. The moment she reached the apex of her journey, though, Pascale unfurled herself with her limbs outstretched. The rapier clung ironically clung to her like a lifeline, shooting up her arm in segments and seconds before she was able to bring it forward. Her legs flung forward, as well, with her free arm right beneath the other. It started slowly, at first, bullets streaming in slowly downward, powerful and fast enough to break from the wind. Then it began to speed up as Pascale began her decent, the boots she wore adding to the flurry of loud shots and bullets that streamed like liquid from Lock. Shock and Barrel were both powerful enough to aid in the slowing of her decent, though slower than their sword counterpart.

The bullets, the crackle of Pascale's weapons, an the rush of air continued as she barreled downward in her arc, changing her position to always face the direction she was flying toward. The steady stream of increasingly fast bullets from Lock aided most in halting her further, completely stalling her mere inches above the bullet riddled patch of grass below her. How she actually got there was kind of a blur as her mind was racing too much during the whole flying through the air bit and forgot to remember just how long it took or if she was even descending from a terrifying height in the first place.

Blinking as the sounds around her finally came ringing clear, Pascale looked down at her weapon, Lock, which had actually ran out of bullets but was still in its numbing fast paced shooting, clicking loudly to alert her that it needed reloading. Finally realizing this, Pascale flipped over the moment it slowed down enough and planted her feet onto the fresh, green grass, high enough to cover her lower calves. Rolling her shoulder, she hissed at the steam that flowed from the segments of her rapier's armor, feeling the heat of the weapon crawl up her arm. Sighing, she replaced the magazine on her shoulder with a new one, waiting to hear the rattle as the bullets locked in place down the entirety of the armor.

Now it was about finding out where the hell she was. Her eyes roamed around the area, letting in all the detail of the surrounding space in quiet contemplation. It was a long stretch from where she was, but it seemed as if she was locked between a lush forest and the shore of a large lack, the rest being simply green grass and rolling hills. It wasn't much to be impressed by, minus the odd, large patches of wildflowers that dug themselves deep into the side of the grassy hills. Despite the distance, the lapping of fresh water still hit her ears, if she listened close enough, signaling that she was indeed closer to the beach than she was to the forest. The sun above, with the clouds grazing its bright tips, shown radiantly, washing Pascale with a warmth she gladly welcomed and easing away the goosebumps from the lashing, cold wind she had just been barreling into. If she just closed her eyes, let her mind tune into the beating waves and soothing breeze, Pascale could simply forget about everything and let the pressure she let both herself and the Academy place onto her simply lift away. It was serene, to say the least, but the looming danger that quickly washed all of that tranquility away did the same to remind Pascale of her duties.

Guess it wasn't the right time to enjoy nature.

Reaching down to the belt around her waste, Pascale gripped the W.A.T.C.H tightly and held it up to her face, moving slightly to erase the glare on the screen. Right now, she had to find someone to partner up with. Who? She didn't care. All that mattered was their willingness to work with her and for the rest of their years at Beacon, for that matter. There were just a few blips on her radar, a few of which were scattered on the beach and more leading further into the forest. She didn't quite know which one to lock on, didn't quite know what to expect from either of them really. So, she didn't; she smiled, put the gadget back onto her belt, and simply walked toward the forest in a straight determined line.

Letting fate decide where you were to go, who you were to be with, was a tad scary... well, actually it was really scary. However, most of all, it was actually rather exhilarating; it gave Pascale that rush she needed. Her smile returned and she let her eyes once again roam her surroundings. Her goal was to partner up whoever bumped into her first, unless that person was a Grimm and then she'd either run like all hell or kill it.

Ah, maybe she'd run like hell regardless. She wasn't experienced in dealing with Grimm like other students, though she faced various smaller ones that somehow got into the city walls, but that felt almost like killing an innocent animal, except that the animal wasn't at all innocent. Pascale didn't know what to expect from the larger, more dangerous beings that most likely inhabited the entire area, but, despite her sudden realization of her lack of inexperienced, she was really looking forward to it. Oh, she wanted to feel the rush of battle so badly at that moment, but Pascale contained herself, however giddy and hoppy she seemed to look, at that exact moment.

The smile, in all that had just happened in the span of a few minutes, never left her face.

[center][b]Landed on the intersection of quadrants [u]G-6[/u], [u]G-7[/u], [u]F-6[/u], and [u]F-7[/u] and skipping happily northward on the border of 6 and 7.[/b][/center]