[color=a0410d][h1]Bran Brass[/h1][/color]

Bran pushed back from the table still not saying a word. He was here to save people and try to show that Faunus could work with humans. He followed Mikoto out quietly, not really caring much for getting to know the team right now it was mostly Fang supporting Faunus here. He took another route to reach the landing pad, wanting to avoid the mech, he had bad memories of the clanking machines. Bran was one of the first to arrive at the bullhead, needle and thread in hand he was sewing what looked to be a velvet scarf in a darker shade of red that would pair well with his jacket and cloak to bring out his naturally red hair.

The swordsman kept his eye's focused on his needle work, the garment he been almost done before he started, finished that he reached into his pockets producing a sealed case. Opening it to reveal spools of rolled dust thread, opening a slot on his blade he inserted ice, earth, fire, and simple high tension thread to the line thrower at the base of the sword. Placing the blade on his back scarf around his neck as his cloak blew softly in the wind, the young man waited for take off feeling out of place here.