Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-26571677-20160518090653

"Ah, no problem, lass, always happy to help another silly little galah."

He looked around himself, and noted that they were all Beacon students, no-one had graduated yet, he was unsure if they were even beyond their first year. It worried him slightly that they would be taking this group into likely Grimm-infested areas, but he took note in the fact that they weren't pushovers. No-one at Beacon was. They wouldn't be here if they were.

Dust looked at the motorcycle, and shook his head, laughing. There was no way it would fit all of them, he doubted if it could even support two people at once, let alone a fully grown man. He pulled his two jumbucks, and loaded them full of Wind Dust, before tipping his hat at Beryl.

"I'd offer you a ride, but I think you'd fall off, so I think it's better if you'd just send me an email, to Dust Mccree, with the location, and appearance. I'll handle the rest."

With that said, he pointed the pair at the ground, before taking off in a gust of wind, and a swirl of red as his poncho covered his body.