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[color=858484]The air was brittle.

Unsettling. 

Coda knew he was a coward by nature, felt it in his bones every time he was flung into a battle, but it was [i]rare[/i] for Coda to start trembling in worry when they had only just arrived on the port of the island. In fact, it was such an odd feeling, that that's probably what was freaking Coda out at the moment. Being afraid of nothing was scary all on its own. Dismissing the feeling altogether—his body in total disagreement—Coda turned his attention back to their anxious-ridden teacher.

Quietly, mostly keeping to himself and his thoughts, Coda followed the poor attempt at a single file line. They passed by what was supposed to be a completely barren area that was now lush with vegetation, their teacher's discomfort at this realization rising steadily. Aside from slightly glancing around every now and then, Coda was rather indifferent to their current situation. 

Then they saw signs of life—movement—islanders mulling about their daily lives, whatever that could possibly entail. Coda noticed that they exuded an odd sense of airheadedness and aloofness; he drew his arms close to his body, hugging himself and hunching slightly. Then they all stopped momentarily while Ms. Opal attempted to speak with the natives, most not even acknowledging her existence. 

[i]Creepy[/i].

Coda's gaze tore from Ms. Opals futile—but arguably commendable—attempts at gathering information, to his apparent classmates. Aside from Evan, his partner, Coda realized he had no idea who any of the people they were with were. He may have recognized a face or two, but didn't know a single person on even a last-name basis. His eyes bounced from person to person, taking to memory some of their characteristics and sizing them up—a habit he unconsciously learned which immensely helped him avoid certain situations. There were a few that felt like straight-up delinquents, their posture imposing and demanding, others that were flashier than a polished blade and then those that had a quiet charisma to them. Coda noted that he seemed to be the only one with a weak disposition, his body language shifting inwards as he made that realization. 

His eyes dropped to his feet and then back up a few seconds later in search of Ms. Opal. Coda had immediately taken a liking to Ms. Opal when she had introduced herself; he had found comfort in her neurotic personality and how overwhelmed she seemed to have obtained leadership of a class of sixteen (and possibly unruly) kids. Had it been him, he would have jumped off the plane before being responsible for— baa?

Right before his very eyes, Ms. Opal had turned into a sheep. She even had the "baaa" down to a T. [color=82a17d]"That's not..."[/color] Coda whispered to himself finding himself at a loss for words.

His eyes darted immediately to Evan already anticipating Evan to try and snuffle out any nervousness before it even starts brooding. Then a tall, dark-haired boy with an air of nonchalance introduced himself while, what appeared to be his partner, followed after, pointing out they were forever stuck on this creepy and godforsaken island. Coda's eyes darted to their teacher (new class pet) and then right back to a new voice that had piped up, annoyance clear in her tone. 

Coda released some of the tension he hadn't fully noticed he was holding onto and let his arms fall to the side of his body. He debated on what to do next; clearly, he wasn't going to offer any ideas to the group, he couldn't possibly put himself in a position of such importance. Had he been alone, he still would've attempted to find some sort of authority figure somewhere regardless. Instead, Coda made his way towards Evan, ever so quietly, standing a few paces behind him. 

And he waited.
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