[Center][I][B]Pascale Isadora Buckley[/I][/B]
—[I]♫♪ Léger De Main ♫♪[/I]—[/Center]

All the commotion in the world couldn't stop her. Pascale charged on through, a steady, fast-paced walk out the exit, barely missing more than a few eccentric students, continuing to keep a wide smile on her face. Whoever was trailing behind her, a supposed sniffer of the glue, an avid needle jockey, a junkyard junkie—Pascale didn't care, as long as they fell head first into her makeshift pitfall. She waved to whoever looked her way, not caring if they waved back; she was ecstatic and, at the moment, that was all that mattered to her. Though a rather excited boy brought back memories of an old movie, something about rain and a light post, yet a little less crazy and more sing-songy.

A mere moment later and she was already conversing with an attendant near the storage facility, explaining what her luggage looked like. The lady nodded and smiled, turning to do whatever it was an attendant did. Pascale was much too busy listening to the bustle of students and staring at the bright signs that littered the many builders—banners, whatever one wanted to call them. The lady came back in a matter of seconds, immediately handing the faunus brightish, burnt colored suitcases and a brown and orange backpack. She snatched the luggage from her hands and raced off to a secluded area, hoping Rygar followed suit.

Turning around, she threw down her belongings and fished something out of her backpack. Pascale held up a smallish vial containing a dust like substance, matching the color of her backpack. A large smile was plastered onto her features again as she held her hand out toward Rygar, "This is it! The guy who supplies me does his best to keep his stock away from prying eyes, so he makes it look harmless... in a sense. This one's made to look like Dust. I haven't run many tests, like I said, but I found it loses some of its potency when it's not in its natural liquid state, but it still packs a punch and provides a good cover, so it's easy to smuggle."

Popping the top of the vial, she looked at Rygar, pausing for a moment. "Oh, I forgot," she chuckled, "You can ingest it through whatever orifice you'd like, just know some provide a less than savory experience than other, heh. I'd suggest either through the nose or mouth." She pushed her hand forward slightly, insisting with a harmless smile.