Isaac watched Arara leave with a certain amusement on his face. She knew how to play the game admirably: not giving anything away, while still tantalizing with half-ideas. She had hinted at her desire to test the mettle of her ‘fellow’ students; yet said nothing that couldn’t be denied. Even her desire to fight against those ‘from Vytal’ was an interesting statement. It told him that she almost certainly went to private education, like he had also indulged in.
Put simply, the woman was a beacon of interest in a sea of mediocrity.
The arrival of the airship had everyone moving in a hurry: hoping to get to the ship, not a few feet away, in ten minutes. The haste that some of the people were indulging in baffled the mind; and Isaac was happy to drift towards the behemoth craft with little energy or care. Inside the crowd, he quickly lost the group of women he had been so briefly accompanying and was assimilated amidst the dregs of potential students. For now, he simply moved his headphones over his ears and allowed himself to move into the confines of the airship. He had no particular desire or destination…for now, at least.
Eventually though, Isaac broke away from the crowd, past a woman with a ponytail and some stupidly tall person and into the more deserted parts of the battleship. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular: but as he explored, he eventually found himself alone in a cargo bay. The expansive space was quiet and spacious, and Isaac found himself a little resting space; leaning against a box. He just took the time to listen to his music and keep relaxed. If people were meant to interact with him, they would end up here. Otherwise, he’d take the opportunity to listen to some calm, soothing music.
Orion was distracting himself with the miniature computer when the announcement of the airship caused him to look up sharply. The sudden arrival of the airship was a mystifying sight, and to be frank it had him reeling back a step or two. He had his arms raised defensively, as if his plan were to punch the craft. He lowered his arms after instinct was replaced by logic. This was of course the ship that would propel him into his destined course. He smiled as the ship lowered its boarding ramp and took the first step forward and was…
Suddenly the flying form of Oliver Kootz had him looking up in a mix of surprise and mirth. He was unsure of what to think when he saw the flying circus performer leaping over the nigh-seven foot tall, but impressed was on the list: it had to be said. He gave the circus actor a light nod and then boarded the ship amongst the first handful of individuals.
What, you may ask, was Orion’s first step on a new; adventurous path? Nothing other than a toilet break could start of what would be his life defining test. Orion had a need to empty himself of stress and sadly, that meant emptying his bladder. Not the most heroic of tales, but it was the start of his.
A few minutes after finding a toilet, using it, using an over-large amount of soap and then departing the toilet, Orion was shocked to realise just how many people were taking part in the test. He had expected a few dozen, but the numbers seemed closer to the hundreds. Hard to think that so few of them would likely make a difference in the world…
Soon enough, Orion found his eyes drawn once more to Reya. He wasn’t sure what their fledgling friendship was like now, but he hoped that he could at least salvage a branch of it if he swallowed his pride, as opposed to his foot. He walked towards Reya slowly and just stood beside her in the hallway; happy to remain quiet as he battled his own little stomach full of butterflies.
“…Sup.” The poets were going to enjoy Orion’s tales.
