<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/Cool_Scientist_105589_900x700theAnimeGallerycom_zps59b496d4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sidney West<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Avalanche Faculty<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Chemistry Lab<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Teams Clay Dewclaw, Wild Marmet, Ghast<br/><hr/><br/>The sound of the door swinging open pulled Dr. West’s attention away from his scroll. His green-eyes clicked silently against each new face as they entered. Their images correlated to the profiles he had received, marking them undoubtedly as team Clay Dewclaw. He made a mental note to research the relevance of that name in as far as Eis’ historical records were concerned.<br/><br/>“Welcome,” he said, in neutral tones. His gaze snapped back to the first young man to speak. His articulation and informal ─ yet decidedly inclusive ─ use of titles denoted a confident personality ruled by casual undertones. An interesting set of traits to manifest in a student who had not been appointed the position of team leader. This observation spiked a greater sense of curiosity in both Willum<em>and</em>Caden, rather than the Academy’s policy on assigning responsibilities.<br/><br/>“Yes,” he responded, as he pushed himself up from his seat. “The stations are all numbered from left to right ─ my left ─ and they ascend from the front of the class towards the back. Mr. Wildfang,” he looked back down at his scroll as he pulled up the randomly generated seating chart. However, he paused at the arrival of a fifth student. “Good morning, Ms. Albion.” Polite and conscientious, or shy and insecure? Her quiet greeting failed to mask her deliberation in pushing past the others to keep the doorway clear, while the way she looked at him expectantly caused The Chemist to favor the former conclusion over the latter. Again, an interesting individual to leave relieved of the duties of leadership.<br/><br/>He hesitated, as if expecting more students to enter, but continued when they did not. “Mr. Wildfang and... well, that’s convenient, Ms. Albion: you two will be working at station one.” His left hand gestured towards the work station closest to the front of the class. “Ms. Mauve, you will be working with a Mr. Graham, when Team Marmet arrives, at station number two. Ms. Faylinn and Mr. Walker: you will be working together at station three.”<br/><br/>Dr. West studied the chart for a moment as his free hand rose to adjust his vest. “I’m sure the others will be along shortly. Please, feel free to get a lab coat from the back of the class and look over the course literature while we wait. And,” his eyes lifted from the holographic display in a way that clearly included everyone. “<em>Try</em>to refrain from tampering with the materials I’ve provided, until directed to do so.” His words trailed in a way that caused the early beginnings of a smile to touch the right corner of his mouth. “I trust you all are as enthusiastic about getting started as I am,” his voice came close to toeing the line between earnest sentiment and sarcasm. However, concluding the existence of either one over the other still left his directions devoid of condescension.<br/>