Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140731053900/@comment-24684131-20140731065553

Liath wandered through the throng heading towards the ballroom.

He carried no luggage, no backpack, nothing but the clothes on his back and the weapons in his hands. Well, they weren't right now - Zvier was, but that was unavoidable given the fact it was a gauntlet.

He entered with the rear echelons of the first years, most of them walked in pairs and groups, happily chatting and quickly devising strategies to land themselves on the same team. Liath held no such concerns, nor any company for that matter, all of his friends had quit out after Signal.

Stepping through the large doors, he immediately skirted right around the border of the room, finding a spot between two of the larger windows. Liath settled down, sitting cross legged and resting his back against the wall.

To those who didn't know him, he was calm, almost broodingly so, but on the inside his head was almost spinning with nerves.

Initiation sounds dangerous, what's more, i get paired with someone I don't even know....calm...just calm down...it'll be fine, you knew this was gonna be your lot when you stepped foot onto the airship...

Liath slid his hand out of Zvier and started turning it over in his hand, inspecting every inch of the metal glove, every scratch and blemish in it's surface, and finally, tracing his hand over the crafters signature just below the crystal aperture, allowing himself to smile slightly.

If dad did it, so can I, and like hell i'll allow myself to leave this place alive if I fail...