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[center][b][color=f9ad81]Aeschel Aspro[/color][/b][/center]

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People usually had their own protocols for public transportation, or for any public location that left you surrounded, really. Some didn't damn well care about where they sat, how they sat or what the people around them were talking about. Some oozed confidence that just sitting down where ever they laid claim to just dared others to talk to them and some just wanted to be left alone with their thoughts, glaring whatever smiling or leering face that hoped to take their attention into submission. Aeschel was one who stumbled into the camp of staying alone, yet never too far. His approach was much like a battle plan. He didn't have the cold glare that could stare someone into submission, nor had the confidence to give off that 'I-care-not' attitude and appearance that makes others seek to avoid him. 

Phase one - Scope out the terrain, look for advantageous positions: He noted all available exits in case of needing to book it, the doors were wide and responsive along with a few windows that if broken would lead onto the stable wing of the airship; if Aeschel ever thought he could brave the forces of nature with turbulence. A disadvantage, very packed more the most part in the main area, a lot of trees that could be used for cover, but would be very hard to navigate through without attracting the attention of others.

Phase Two - Possible strategies: Posters and screens were up, with bright lights and colors dragging eyes to meet them head-on. In case of confrontation, might it be effective to point to either factor as a distraction? His eavesdropping bore no fruit, everyone had lives that didn't express ways to avid them. He spotted a small puddle protected by a 'Warning: Wet Floor' sign, a possible obstruction if he inadvertently pissed another classmate off.

[i]Classmate? Huh.[/i] The word cut through his thought process, prompting his eyes to shift over the gossiping crowd, every student standing out with bizarre clothes, hair and weapons. These would be his classmates, his peirs, all the people who could fight as well or even better than him. Some of them might be his future team. One of them might be his partner. And being an anti-social coward would only make him a burden on a team, should he really be squishing himself in the corner of the room hoping to make himself look as small as possible? 

When the announcment came that they were almost at their destination, Aeschel got to his feet, taking a deep breath before rushing through the crowd and out the door. Maybe he'd find a conclusion to his question if he got into more open space. Soon, he found himself crashing into the display glass due to not looking while he thought, finding his body slamming into the ground on his back while his head throbbed. "Ow, ow, ow, ow. Why ca't aura be automatic?" He grumbled insults towards himself for his screw up.