As the door of the Atlesian airbus opened, the cool, conditioned air was quickly displaced, its manufactured feel leaving with it. What was left as the young man in green began to move was a tepid mixed air, falling away to dry heat others crossed the threshold before him. When a rather tall, broad girl in white left, the young man lifted his rather large duffel bag and hard traveling case, and removed himself from his former position- having been leaned against the metallic back wall of the cabin. Before his scarf even began to feel heavy and warm, his hair stood on end, taking a green tint in a fauxhawk like pattern. The soft crackle that accompanied this change, as seamless and unnoticeable as it was, was nothing compared to the sensation he felt, cutting off sensory information, causing him to squint in the bright atmosphere, even moreso than others would against the light- though he was looking away from the sun.
	Facing the ominous looking ruin that appeared to be Shade Academy, the young man- seemingly unfazed by the heat, despite being of Atlesian heritage- saw several who looked like first year students, as well as returning, more confident looking Huntsmen and Huntresses in training. One such individual seemed to walk hurriedly into the crowd... only to come back out and lean against the next airbus to make touchdown, one from Vale, it seemed.
	This was followed by a young man, almost as tall as the young woman, asking her something. The young blond-and-green didn't hear what he said, but this was a bit ridiculous. He made an arrogant stride forward, one arm partially outstretched, palm flat.
	"[color=007236]Hey, this is a touch-and-go operation,[/color]" he remarked, his voice projected and harsh, "[color=007236]Back off before your meat-heads get knocked off by an engine or something,[/color]" his arm then turned towards the cavernous shadow at the base of Shade Tower, "[color=007236]Gate's most likely that way, in case you lunkheads couldn't follow through.[/color]"
	And with that, he walked on, obviously ignorant to anything else said to him as he walked past. His path through the crowd kept him away from large clusters of people, as he kept an ever widening gap between himself and others. As he passed, he heard a rather bombastic, if not high pitched guitar being played, which caught his attention, causing a sharp gaze to be cast in that direction.