[color=Silver][center][h1]Silme Raana[/h1][/center][/color]

[i][color=Silver]This is what i get for trying to be [b]fuckin'[/b] patient for once. Goddamn Old-ass bastard of his blacksmith and his stupid hearing-impaired ass!!!![/color][/i]

Silme seethed internally as his Scroll started to buzz, already knowing what the tell-tale ring meant and feeling less than prepped for the job. Not only was he still irritated from his defective weapon giving him a goddamn migraine, but with his meeting with Azu out of the blue, his mood had been very much soured. Looking around, he was certain that the other Huntsman and Huntresses would be eager to set out, and the last thing that he needed while on the hunt was company. However, after this repair, he was going to need more than a little Lien, and thus, he couldn't afford to be left out of this hunt . . . or be the last one to arrive at the destination. He did a quick rundown of the info, making sure everything was in order, before picking his bag and tossing his gauntlets inside. Jogging up to the counter after some tall ass white haired chick left it([color=Silver][i]Probably a fuckin' Atelesian[/i][/color]), Silme slammed his bag down onto the counter, soon followed by all the Lien he currently had on him. Silme spoke quickly, with only the faintest bits of restraint holding him back from yelling at the man.

[color=Silver]"Look, like I was trying to tell you earlier, my gear is busted. If you could fix it, great, deduct the cost from the card. Or take all of it. Whatever floats your damn boat as long as this gets fixed by the time I come back from this job."[/color] Shoving the gear and Lien towards the man(but not before pocketing as many of vials of dust as he could), Silme turned around to the exit, wanting to leave it at that. While less than wise to leave his gear unattended, he was confident he'd be bale to track his shit down if any low-life thought it was worth taking. Right now, he just need to get the repairs at least possibly out of the way so he could focus on his curent job. that being said, Silme couldn't resist letting his frustrations with the old geezer slip out just a tad as he made his way out the doorway. [color=Silver]"Also, it might do to invest in some goddamn hearing aids while you're at it.[/color]

With that business concluded, one way or another, Silme focused on the group forming in front of the store, Azu and the giantess from before. As much as Silme wanted to go it on his own, he had no way of leaving the island by himself. He'd come here on a airship commissioned by the Academy, and it's not like he could just take it out where ever he wanted. As such, he would have to settle with hanging around with them, at least until they were on the mainland. After that, he'd likely ditch them, trusting he could move better by himself then they could in a group in order to reach the job location faster.

With this plan in mind, Silme skulked over to the group, doing his best to put on as neutral an expression as he could manage, which shifted somewhat between boredom and apathy as he regarded the two.

[color=Silver]"If you've got a ride of this fuckin' rock, then I guess I can lend a hand. All I'd be doing otherwise is twiddling my thumbs."[/color] As he spoke, the wolf faunus cast his gaze over his two 'companions'. The giantess was, well, a gigantic woman, not quite towering over him, but definitely beating him out in the height department, not to mention the fact that she looked like she could dead lift an Ursa without breaking a sweat. His gaze fell to hr gauntlets, the bulky armaments looking as if they probably added some deadly kick to what was likely an already powerful punch. Honestly, she seemed to be the opposite of what he'd come to expected from Atelesians, but he doubted that she was truly any different then any other.

Speaking of expectations, when his gaze shifted over to Azu, he couldn't help but feel a shadow of a frown from making it's way to his face as he remembered their previous interaction. While some part of Silme, the part that remembered how Azu had been quite a diligent,if overly-serious, tutor of sorts(perhaps even a friend) to him in his early years at Atlas, the majority of his mind couldn't help but fabricate an offense from the action, taking it as deliberate blow to his pride that she had thought him needing her damn charity. The fact that he was going into a Hunt without his gear was certainly not going to escape the girl's notice, and he was certain that behind any pretense of concern or care that she might pretend to express over that matter, that she simply laughing at him from behind those insufferably blue eyes. Just the thought of it was enough to get Silme's teeth grinding, though he did his best to keep his cool. That being said, as was often the case, his faunus features clearly gave away his current emotional state, as the ears atop his head were currently laid flat against his head, a clear sign of irritation or anger for anyone who has been around faunus for any significant amount of time.