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Daedalus, upon waking the next morning, reactivated his cybernetics and slipped from his sleeping bag without a word. He was quick to wash and dress himself in a clean copy of his usual outfit, hood up and sleeves down as he had been on the airship. His carbon-black jeans covered everything down to his ankles with a discreet zip along the back, running from the hem to the back of the knee. He wore no shoes, seeing as he had no feet to protect, instead leaving his cybernetic feet exposed. In passing, they could be mistaken for black armoured boots with orange lights on them, so it wasn't often a problem for him anyway.

Breakfast was a quick and quiet affair, his mind more focussed on other things as he wordlessly ate and drank a fairly substantial amount of food and coffee, allowing his internal systems to convert the excess food into additional electrical charge. He bypassed the lockers in locker-room, having no tangible weapons to collect, instead going over to one of the benches to run through a few quick diagnostics. He rolled up both of his sleeves and, with a clench of his fist, the metal panels on his arm opened like an angry pinecone, allowing him to make a few adjustments before closing up again. Repeating this on his other arm, he then moved to his legs. Unzipping the back of his trousers, the panels on each leg opened before closing around the loose fabric. The glow from his eye flashed before settling down slightly but noticeably brighter than before. A soft female voice spoke in his ear, reminding of what his mother would sound like if she was 17. "Icarus System: Online."

He stood up at the voice that no-one else had heard, pausing briefly to glance at Aqua... hugging her weapon? He brushed it off as one of her usual quirks before striding out of the room, towards the landing pad. As he walked, he was aware of the occasional stare of the more interested students but, in his current state, his cybernetics looked like a set of hi-tech gauntlets and greaves at a glance, so most lost interest after a second or two. He reached the landing pad in good time, embarking quietly with a brief nod to Aqua as she boarded before him.

As the airship was in flight, Daedalus's mind wandered back to the team allocation, only paying half a mind to the P.A. as Ozpin came on. The teams were going to be in effect for several years to come, so they probably had some kind of algorithm that carefully selected the members based on compatibility and... 

"...Whoever you first make eye contact with will be your partner."

What? Daedalus blanked for a second. Surely it wasn't that arbitrary... right?

"... You and your team will be determined by which relic you take."

What!? In a rare moment of losing his cool, calm demeanour, the cyborg's head shot up to stare at the P.A. speaker. He closed his eyes and exhaled, forcing the nonsensical nature of the headmaster from his thoughts. He instantly began strategising his next course of action and a few contingencies; He would wait for them to be dropped off and instantly avoid contact with people until he could observe them and make a decision based on who would better compliment his abilities...

"Oh, and when I said a few minutes, I meant ten seconds ago."

"Damn it." He muttered softly to himself. And then he was falling.

Quickly adjusting to the sudden drop, he twisted himself mid-air so that he was aiming head-first towards the ground, shooting downwards like a thrown dart. About 45 metres from the ground, he flipped himself over so that he was falling feet-first, palms out and with his left leg slightly bent before cycling his dust chamber onto Gravity Dust and activating the devices. A purple-black mimicry of a jet flame erupted from a port on each of his palms and feet, rapidly reducing his impact velocity until he finally hit the ground. 

Although the booster jets had helped, the residual velocity was still enough to force him onto one knee, hand in front to stop him from falling forward and the other clenched behind him to assist his balance. Kind of like a superhero from those old comics, he mused before standing up. He took a long glance around him, searching for Grimm or other students alike, before allowing a small ghost of a smile onto his face as he softly muttered a phrase he has once heard before to himself.

"I am combat-ready."

He set off in the direction of the ruins, but a distant thud gave him pause. He gave a quick glance it where it came from and a cold chill ran down his back. He didn't put much faith in superstitions, but he knew that was a bad omen. Shaking his head, he turned back in the direction he was heading and started head off again, this time at a slightly faster pace.
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