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Gelo Asche
An organic, natural brown eye scanned the scenery below the bullhead, the lush forests Vale was known for were in opposition to his homeland’s rural icefields and cold forests. An artificial yellow eye joined its brother, taking in the sights below—a dull thumb of adventure panging in his heart to see exactly what Vale as a Kingdom had to offer for once such as himself.
Gelo Asche tore his eyes away from out the window, regarding the bullhead interior. The Atlas elite was fortunate to have found three seats by the window. They were occupied with other prospective students at first, a pair who were hitting it off. Gelo didn’t appreciate the company and gave them generous donations to find anywhere else to sit.
Now, alone and with his carry-ons sitting on a seat next to his, Gelo Asche was content in being by the window devoid of company. It’s not like he had any desire to rush into awkward first meetings with potential teammates—or worse—future rivals. The Atlas elite preferred to focus inward, on himself, than exhausting his social battery with all the anima—
‘Prospective Huntsmen,’ The brown haired teenager thought, clicking his teeth.
It wouldn’t do to insult his fellow students. They weren’t the same as the faunus back home, after all. They showed initiative by deciding to make something of themselves, instead of toiling away for money grubbing unions or passing on choice gossip that slandered good Atlas families. Like his.
Still, there was a significant portion of the bullhead filled with Faunus. Keeping his expression plain, the Atlas elite resisted the urge to frown. So long as he wasn’t partnered up with a Faunus or on a team with a majority of them, Gelo would tolerate their presence as he did everyone else.
‘Maybe there’s a few who are quite good, regardless?’ He pondered.
His mismatched eyes fell to the crowd in front of him—the bullhead’s population was wracked with nerves, a few looked green around the gills and Asche could only assume that came from first time flyers. Or those that were equally dubious about the quantity of Faunus in their presence. Or because some of them had gills, hidden under collared shirts. He couldn't dismiss the third theory with such an assortment, after all.
Blowing air from his nose, Gelo turned to his second carry-on bag—the bulk of his belongings would be sent to Beacon academy on a private bullhead. Gelo rescinded the offer to take it, his unbiased start at Beacon would begin with a humble entrance on the public avenues into the school. No matter what the bullhead smelled of.
Retrieving a thermos from the carry-on, Gelo unscrewed the lid and inhaled sharply. His lips twisted into a facsimile of a smile at the unusual cocktail of aromas coming from the thermos. Chalkfull of ingredients, artificial and otherwise, shakes like these made up 30% of Gelo’s diet. It provided him with enough vitamins and protein that all huntsmen academy students needed as they trained and grew stronger.
If only it didn’t taste like kelp puked up by a fish.
Sipping on his meal, the Atlas elite quirked an eyebrow at a few different groups of people. Two larger boys were bickering and play fighting, two Faunus were talking to a cat—And I was called a bigot for assuming they did that!—then there were the odd pairs splitting off to introduce themselves. Nerves getting the better of them, Gelo could only assume they wanted reassurance that everyone was in the same boat.
‘None of them look like they’d be particularly good teammates,’ Though to be fair, quite a few of them were crossed off that list automatically. ‘Maybe there’s an older group at Beacon that needs a talented rookie to patch their team up?’
Not that he was the most well informed student, nor were his physical marks at school the top of his class. There was always something to be said about a teammate who could—and would—expend his wealth to make cheap, quick friendships.
Despite himself, Gelo Asche craned his neck to look out the window, a shadow of a smile on his lips as the school was ever approaching. ‘Can’t believe I’m really doing it.’
For years, he talked about his desire to be a Huntsmen, to be capable and strong like those of Atlas. And very soon, that dream was about to be a reality—or rather, the beginning of that dream would. He’d have a long ways to go before being able to officially declare himself a Huntsmen.
‘One small step for Asche, one giant leap for Gelo.’ He paraphrased a quote he heard, somewhere. It was better now that it was about him.