<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lark Enciel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>With a deadpan expression on her face, Lark took<strong>Aurelie's</strong>hand and shook it.<em>"No, my name is not Rainbow Brite."</em>She squinted. This girl was going to drive her nuts.<em>"It's Lark. Lark Enciel. It's a pleasure for you to meet me."</em>She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back a little bit, relaxing now that the up-close inspection of her person was over with. Lark thought for a brief moment and then nodded a little.<em>"Oh yeah, I think I remember you! Which is weird, because I think I slept through most of Battle Tactics."</em>Lark yawned just thinking about it, eyes half-lidded and a hand running through her mop of white hair. Lark had graduated from Signal by her combat skill alone and any sort of academic class she'd taken was almost always a miserable failure. Reading and studying was most definitely not her strong suit.<em>"Tactics are boring. You don't need that kind of stuff if you're fast and strong enough."</em>Her gaze then followed<strong>Aurelie's</strong>over to the<strong>Blue Faunus</strong>again, who just now seemed to be recovering from losing it into the trash can. Lark was about to come up with some kind of sarcastic remark when the ship started to descend.<br/><br/>A small chime sounded in the room, followed by an announcement in a soft female voice - one of the pilots, most likely - that said<em>"Now landing at Beacon Academy. First year students, please head down the center pathway and into the main building for your introduction. Everyone please remain inside the airship until we have completely stopped and the ramp is extended fully. Thank you, and good luck at Beacon Academy."</em><br/><br/>Excitement filled the cabin again. Everyone moved to the windows to watch Beacon come into view. The architecture was slightly bizarre but magnificent to behold; like something out of a story book. It was castle-like in design, with elegant white stone, wide pathways, and a grand landscape with professionally manicured greenery and sparkling pools and rivers. Slowly, the airship descended near the edge of the cliff and then came to a stop. A bridge leading from the ship to the academy grounds extended and the rear door was opened. As soon as the bridge was fully extended, students started to move, some in awe, some excited, some scared. Lark was fully in the second camp.<br/><br/>When<strong>Aurelie</strong>looked back, the white-haired girl was gone. If she'd moved any faster there would've been an audible 'pop' sound from the air rushing to fill the Lark-shaped void.<br/><br/><em><strong>"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"</strong></em>was the next the blonde heard, and Lark was spotted running out of the airship. She quickly took to the head of the pack and was gaining quite a bit of distance at what was, for Lark, a light jog. Her arms were in the air and she was shouting with delight.<em>"Last one in is a loooooooooserrrr!"</em><br/><br/>