Wayland jogged through the hallways of the training facilities, not bothering to watch where he was going or apologize when he ran into someone. That could wait for later, but being able to pilot The "Dauntless" was something he'd give his life up for! A smile was already showing on his lips as he thought about his mechanical frame. Unlike most MFs, Dauntless didn't carry a single firearm on board, rather uniquely using its own fists as its sole weapons. The entire assembly had been constructed to provide huge strength to the strikes of the contraption, and it had a few other tricks up its sleeves too.
Wayland's bombastic attitude and attention seeking manners hadn't made him much in the way of friends so far, he'd even managed to get himself in a fist-fight almost as quickly as he'd arrived. The guy had been straight asking for it, acting as if he were the high almighty of Tsukino-Danvers, maybe he'd learn some humility with a black eye and a swollen lip. He'd been doing the guy a favor, before he had looked like an ape. Now he looked like an ape that had gotten in a fight, at least he looked like he had something going for him. Wayland's mechanical frame solely revolved around the wielder's ability in hand-to-hand combat, and it just so happened that he was quite skilled in that regard. If they were having combat training, he'd definitely have it in the bag.
Wayland practically jumped in joy as his mechanical frame came into view. Scratch that, he literally jumped in joy, excitement coursing through his veins. It had been awhile since he'd felt so genuinely happy, the last time had been far before ma passed away. He still couldn't believe he was there, who would think that a common boy like himself would make it all the way to Tsukino-Danvers Academy? He never would have made it this far without the help of the old engineer, who'd made this all happen in the first place. He'd make a change in this world, one that made the world a better place, he just knew it.
Wayland climbed his way into the open hatch of the kneeling mech, fitting comfortably into the open pod and running his hands across the now familiar controls. Being in the mechanical frame made him feel truly alive, it made him feel as if he weren't alone. Adrenaline surged through him as the machine powered up around him. Wayland looked down at the gauges as the engines powered up, smiling as they all charged up to the optimal levels. Slipping his hands into the slots installed, he maneuvered his right hand into a fist. The mechanics were designed to follow his movements exactly and make the frame mirror his physical motions. He grinned as the mech's hand followed suit and did the exact same motion. It was like the machine was an extension of his own body, a part of him. With Wayland's hand still in fist, he clanked it the open palm of his left hand, as a display of strength. This was going to be a great day.
Of course, he wasn't technically supposed to be in his mech yet, but he couldn't resist the allure of piloting the thing, even for a second. He didn't want to wait for some boring old trainer to give a long drawn out speech, he wanted to pilot now. Wayland sighed as he heard the forecasted yell of one of the trainers, and he reluctantly powered down the frame and climbed out. Wayland sighed, he'd just have to wait a bit longer until he would be able to pilot.