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[hr][color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Cinna Arelle [@Ithradine]
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Daedalus was quiet for a few moments as he thought about the question, watching out of the window as Beacon Academy drew closer, but he couldn't recall many of the details. He knew roughly how it worked at Atlas Academy, but each of the kingdoms operated differently so he expected the same of its Huntsman Academies. That unfortunately meant that he was going into this blind, and a small frown made itself onto his face at the thought. 

He turned back to Cinna, but before he could open his mouth to speak, the entire transport shook from the rough landing and he mentally cursed. His internal processor instantly kicked on and made several minor adjustments to the servos in his legs, compensating for the sudden shift and keeping him stable and upright. He glared slightly at the loudspeaker before addressing the girl clung onto his arm. [color=black]"It's fine, don't worry about it. I'll see you around."[/Color] He returned her gesture with a curt nod before heading in a slightly different direction, his hooded figure gliding through the crowd like a blade through water. Grabbing his case of luggage, he followed along with the rest of the crowd as he waited for the Headmaster's speech to begin. 
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As Daedalus stepped out of the changing room, he scanned the main hall as he looked for a spot to settle, narrowing his eyes at the students that decided to stare at his cybernetics. His sleeping clothes consisted of a black tank top and black pants, leaving his arms and the top of his spine exposed. He knew that he would have to let people know eventually so he'd rather have it done quickly, like ripping off an adhesive bandage. He spotted 2 familiar faces and 2 of the students that had caught his attention on the airship, namely Aqua, Cinna, the blue-themed boy and the clumsy squirrel faunus, and gravitated towards them but didn't intrude on their conversation. Instead, he drifted towards one of the walls, setting his plain black sleeping bag down and unrolling it parallel to the wall. He laid back on the material, eyes gazing aimlessly as he retreated into his mind, unsure if he should enter any of conversations around him.