[center][h2][color=darkorange]Ryder Drake[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
As more people came in to fill the room, undoubtedly students he'd be working with shortly, Ryder paid them little mind as he sat down to wait for their instructions. Until his attention was caught by the trio who already seemed to know each other on some level, that is. The two girls that had beat him to the meeting and, more importantly, the guy who had joined them. 

Ryder had merely more or less involuntarily glanced over as the students filed in and announced their presence in... varying ways, but the magical prosthetics of one of them made him do a double take. He'd seen the guy around before of course, he was pretty hard to miss and seemed to be a fellow combat student as far Ryder had gathered. Although they weren't in the same year so there wasn't much he knew about him. It was hard not to be curious though and the prosthetics were [i]fascinating.[/i] 

And thus, Ryder found himself looking longer than socially acceptable.

Master Emmaline's voice demanding their attention saved him from continuing to try to make himself look like a creep and he quickly shifted his gaze where it should be, on the Masters. tensing up, Ryder tried not to cringe at his own lapse of focus right in front of the whole collection of Masters in a mission meeting of utmost importance. Way to go.

But it seemed his suspicions of the reason for the sudden meeting were indeed correct. Shifting on his seat nervously, Ryder averted his eyes from the Masters as one of the students voiced her question about possible opposition and found himself glancing at his potential future comrades. At least he'd be able to trust them, Master Isac would make it so.

This was a bit more sudden than he had expected though, calling them over at this hour and making them decide on the spot like this... Of course, he had made his decision when he had applied but yet he found himself hesitating for a moment. Ryder swallowed, distantly wishing for a glass of water, and got up to step forward for the hexing. 

[color=darkorange]"I trust your Hex won't interfere with my own, Master Isac?"[/color] It was a stupid question, the man wouldn't be a master otherwise. But Ryder sought out the reassurance nevertheless.