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Despite having only been present at the encampment for a couple hours at most, Jet already found himself wasting away with nothing to occupy his mind. It almost made the trip seem like a colossal waste of time. Resting up against a fence with his hands shoved in his pockets, a Cheshire grin permanently fixed from ear to ear, the young Faunus scoured the sparring arena. The battles tickled his fancy a little, but the no semblance challenge that had been set was a major deterrent. No use fighting a battle he knew there was no chance of winning. He settled for just watching today, impatiently tapping his toe while he prayed something exciting would happen. The large, burly teacher stepping in to halt a potentially fatal attack garnered a curious rise of an eyebrow, but was otherwise met with an exasperated sigh.

Jet's attention swapped between the loud mouthed Faunus and the moody human, rubbing his chin with a quizzical expression. They were intriguing, to say the least. He couldn't help but think about how fun they'd be to toy with. Loud, rambunctious and over-eager. It was a recipe for excitement. He'd definitely keep those two in mind if he ever needed a quick rush.

The Headmaster stood at the podium and addressed the campus, bringing Jet out of his train of thought. Adjusting his hat, the young man walked forward and joined the rest of the crowd. Headmaster Cobal was requesting the aid of Huntsman in a scouting mission. Really? A scouting mission? It sounded like a snooze fest. Still, it was better than just sitting around here watching the grass grow. As expected, the squawking birdbrain and brooding tough guy put their hands up to volunteer; as well as a girl who could barely contain her excitement. Jet found her enthusiasm unnerving. In any case, he slowly raised a hand into the air and cleared his throat.
"[color=SeaGreen]I must insist you allow me to attend. I fear for my sanity if I am to spend another moment in this place.[/color]" Jet speech was refined and proper, but his casual cynicism dripped from every word he spoke. A few peers shot him an annoyed look. Perhaps they were questioning who this stranger was, making demands of the Headmaster. Or maybe they were puzzled that someone dressed so finely would even be a Huntsman. Jet paid them no mind, but instead tilted his head to stare directly at the other's who had volunteered. He flashed them a grin that most would perceive as friendly, but a keen mind would notice the rather cold, indifference behind it. It wasn't a sincere smile, but a mere facade of politeness which Jet had made a habit of over the years.