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[MrVoid]

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The Atlesian tiltajet has been flying over undeniably beautiful frozen tundra for hours. Those on the foredeck can clearly see the tall spires of Bulwark academy that sits atop a long frozen lake. It is an awe inspiring sight.

The moment is broken however as a husky female voice comes on over the intercom. "Good afternoon students. This is Professor Mesh. I'm afraid that I must regretfully inform you that your initial examination is today. I look forward to seeing you when you make it here." With that the intercom shuts off.

It cuts back on again, Warning! Warning! Incoming Projectile! Brace for impact or prepare a landing strategy!

[smurfingtonthethird]

Run around until I can find something to hide inside. Brace for impact as appropriate.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god"

[PrivateNomad]

Braith has been leaning against the wall with his eyes closed for the entire ride. He has his headphones on, listening to music.

[OREOSOME]

"L-landing strategy? Oh dear.. that does not sound good."
Ceil looked around, and then proceeded to try and brace for the eventual impact.

[Powder Miner]

Chartre Alcole had never really understood these initiations... The idea of them seemed really just... murderous. Still, he figured that most people had probably trained on exactly how to deal with the initiation. Chartre knew he had, at least. His mama had graduated from Atlas, and had made quite sure her son would be prepared!

Chartre had a landing strategy prepared, himself. Taking his sabre, Chartre carefully shifted the weapon, much of the weapon falling to the sides as a nozzle and spot for a tank of liquid revealed themselves. Red dust (fire), white dust (ice), turquoise dust (wind), yellow dust (lightning), blue dust (water). Chartre needed the wind-dust, and therefore grabbed the turquoise canister, fitting it to his weapon. Setting the spraygun to a wide cone, Chartre proceeded to wait by the door... once that projectile hit, he was out of there.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Maeve closes the tome she was reading, sighing irritably at the alarm.

"If I must."

She snapped her fingers and a blue, intricate glyph appeared underneath her. Her dress suddenly became completely opaque and small protrusions grew on its back, as her cloak twisted into bat wings.

Maeve crouched onto the ice shield, grabbing it tightly and spread her bat wings out to allow her to glide.

A blue glyph spawns under her to create a shield of ice for her to use as a toboggan. Shadow Weave morphs a pair of bat-like wings to glide on.

[Wwolin]

Cordo swore under his breath when the alarm went off, and swore again when he saw Chartre fiddling around with tanks of dust. How the hell did that stuff even work, anyways? Still, he was confident enough that he would make it out of this one. Readying Gada and Aldo, he headed to the door, only slightly tempted to smash Chartre's canister to see how he'd fare without it.

[RangerCado]

Emeril sighs and slams her sniper rifle into the ship deck, watching the weapon swiftly slide and rearrange into the Elbow Blade and Claw Gauntlet. Easier to land if you could lower momentum. She grabs a railing with the Gauntlet and braces for impact.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Carran, upon hearing that, grinned a grin that seemed to split his face in half.
Hah! This'll be interestin'
With that, he slams out of the door of the room how was currently in, and waits in the corridor, leaning against the wall and still grinning.

[kj1225]

Indigo braces himself.

[MrVoid]

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As the students prepare their various plans, the projectile comes into view.  It is most certainly a missile, and judging by its growing red tip, it appears to be carrying a massive payload of fire dust crystals.  Even if, for some reason, the missile were to miss, the resulting explosion would still probably damage the ship beyond flight capability.

[OREOSOME]

Seeing this, Ceil looks from it to the ground, before trying to run off the side, giving a burst of her semblance at the edge to give them a bonus, and then additional bursts to somewhat slow her descent to a non-legbreaking impact.

[Khaiel]

Justine remains calm. Or as calm as one can possibly be. A missile is just another way to die, not different from any other. But if the missile were to explode in mid air, maybe more of the students (and her with them) would be able to land safely.

"Clear the windows! Things are about to get crashy."

She says, as she takes Anathema from her back and aims at the missile.
Open fire at the missile, if it explodes in mid air, prepare to do some air surfing on top of broken wall or something

[Atnegam]

Lloyd seemed to be rather quiet during all of this although he looked like he was distracted by other things.

"Come on be cool, first impressions are important and you know nobody here... Wait am I dong this right? Should I not care like that guy over there or am I supposed to do something or..."

Someone began opening fire on the missile that was coming towards him and he nodded to himself, "Right we should probably deal with that... Now to divert it or to destroy it... The things durable so that first one is out of the question but..." he mumbles to himself as he calls upon his semblance and reaches out to the incoming missile and tries to divert it to the best of his ability with strong winds.

[Wwolin]

"Wait a sec, that's right. We've got windows to jump out of."

Leaving the dust-users to do whatever it is that they do, Cordo heads to the nearest window and smashes it open with a single swing from Gada before leaping through the hole and looking for one of three things as he falls: A snowdrift, a frozen pond, or a dense patch of trees.