<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lark Enciel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headed to the Introduction<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fenrir and Celeste<br/><br/>Lark soon found herself joined by a male student in black garb. He introduced himself, but they were both then joined by the<strong>Blue Faunus</strong>who'd been horking up her lunch all over the airship. Now she seemed to be skating by on rolling spheres of some kind. The faunus seemed confident she was going to win when, not watching where she was going, she ran directly into the fountain and toppled in with a splash. Lark and<strong>Fenrir</strong>, slightly more observant, ran around it instead of opting to take a bath. Lark glanced momentarily over her shoulder and saw the faunus being helped up by the<strong>Moody Guy</strong>from the airship. Her attention turned back to Fenrir.<br/><br/><em>"Hi, Fenrir. I'm faster than you! See ya!"</em>Lark taunted him with a grin on her lips and activated her own Semblance. Her hair changed to a rainbow of colors and seemed to leave faint color trails in the air behind her as she ran. Her ability allowed her to shift her weight dramatically up or down and in making herself lighter she was able to accelerate to speeds unmatched. Lark dashed forward with enough speed to kick up a dust trail behind her as she ran. In the last stretch she activated her Cloud Kickers, a the force of the blast launching her lighter body off the ground and sending her flying through the air. Lark soared over the steps to the main hall and it looked like she might overshoot the thing and splat against the wall. Instead, she dropped her weight and made herself heavy, shooting her to the ground like a boulder falling out of an airship. Lark landed in a crouch, cracking pavement. She stood, grinned and raised her arms, strutting backwards into the main hall.<em>"Who's the champ? Lark's the champ!"</em><br/><br/>And she backed right into a slender, older man in black with tousled grey hair and rounded spectacles. He looked down at her and flashed a smile that wasn't really a smile. It was one of those wan smiles that Olive was so fond of. Headmaster Ozpin.<em>"We'll see about that, young lady. Go on inside."</em>He sipped tea from a Beacon Academy mug.<br/><br/>The color drained both from Lark's hair and her face. She'd almost bowled over the headmaster.<em>"... Yeah. 'Kay."</em>Grinning sheepishly and suppressing a small bit of hero worship, she shuffled around him and walked inside, trying to play it casual. Once she was past him, she raised her arms in the air again in victory. It seemed like her ego was indefatigable.