<div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn187/LouderThanForte/Mobile%20Uploads/2015-11-06%2016.28.05_zpsmycj9r9r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aurelie Arturo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>"Wowzers," whispered a wide-eyed blonde youth as she caught the tail end of Glynda Goodwitch's address to the students.  The view of the academy and the vast landscape were breathtaking, though her overall enjoyment might have been vastly improved, had she not been in the custody of one of the few guards along the ship.  A hefty handful of her shirt was currently bunched in his hand as he stared her down, reminding her frostily to stay out of the engine room.<br/><br/>Had it not been for the guard, it would have been easy to miss the girl.  Aurelie Arturo was fairly subtle in appearance - of an average height and build with no discernible characteristics, save perhaps for her pale gold hair that, today, she deemed fit to let lay about her shoulders.  Tomorrow, when the real work began, it'd be tied back in something a little more practical, but for now, she could relax.  Clad in simple street clothes and a pair of thin glasses, with only two thin stick-looking-things at her hip, she barely looked as if she belonged with an entire class of Hunters and Huntresses in training.  That was like to be her advantage, though.<br/><br/>"Geez.  If you didn't want students by the engines, then you should have locked the doors," she grumbled, then added under her breath, "With something more robust than a standard 9-pin tumbler."<br/><br/>She shrugged off her guard as he let her go, turning a little too sharply without looking, only to bump right into another student.  "Oof!"  Stumbling back a few steps, she nearly clocked herself on an outstretched arm.  Narrowly avoiding the arm with a duck and a lunge forward, she proceeded to bump right into the other student again, a girl with shocking white hair.<br/><br/>"Gosh.  Sorry about that.  Not really my day.  Hope I didn't do any lasting harm," she apologized, brushing herself off for a second time.  It was then that she caught a glimpse of the boy at her side - a behemoth in steel armor with the equipment to match, if not overshadow the boy himself.  Her eyes widened.  She would have been content to keep drooling, had she not caught the sight of the girl's mechanized boots out of the corner of her eye.  Instantly, and without a thought to personal space, she dropped to her knees and began stroking one barreled shoe.  "Did...did you design these yourself?"