The sign up sheets and the current stage of this RP can be found https://lakevalor.net/threads/rwby-remnants-dawn-sign-up-closed-and-discussion.19105/ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The roar of the crowd. The chopping of wind as the Bullheads, accompanying a larger airship, land on the ground with their turbines slowing down in speed afterward. The shouts of parents waving their children away, tearful goodbyes as they realize how they won't see their children for a year minimum, maybe more. Slate hated it all. Hanging back from the crowd, Slate stared disdainfully at his fellow students-to-be, analyzing them as a whole and finding himself mostly unimpressed. "Tch," he scoffed in his mind "They're just children trying to play hero, I wonder how many of them actually realize what they're signing up for." A slap on his back broke him out of his thoughts, causing him to glance behind him with a cold glare. "Lighten up, kid!" A jovial voice responded to his glare with exuberance. The owner of the voice was a large man, larger than anyone Slate has ever seen in his life, covered entirely in silver armour with a giant hammer attached to his back and a large grin on his face. Despite how bright he was in looks, Slate himself had seen how intimidating he could be when he's serious. Their first conversation attested to that. "Hm, why are you here?" Slate asked quietly, his tone nonchalant hiding his actual curiosity in the man's answer. Laughing at the question, the behemoth of a man placed his hand on Slates shoulder, ignoring the scathing glare he got for it. "Now, now. You really didn't think I'd let you go without seeing you off?" Tightening his grip, the mans gaze narrowed on the teen, "Besides. I have to make sure you don't run off." Growling, Slate brushed the hand from his shoulder and walked towards the airship, his tail unfurling from his waist as a sign of his irritation, but as he got closer it drooped as he faced the very real possibility of having to deal with other teenagers, something he wasn't used too. Skirting through the crowd, keeping his head ducked and tail returned to acting like a belt, Slate avoided bringing attention to himself as he quickly boarded the airship and prepared himself for a long flight.