Impatience, boredom, and anger.

[Creator]

"I swear to God, they had better be ready to go," a voice spat from the trail, slowly coming into view. The boy wore a black hoodie with the hood up, hiding his head, and walked with his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. He stared down, trying to hide the only visible part of his face, two shining red irises. His eyes told too many things to the enemy: his level of fatigue, the strength of his magic abilities, and whether or not he was using his ability. Though the latter was more of a glint in his eye than the effects of his magic shining through. At any rate, he was now at the shipyard, looking around with signs of growing impatience.

"Where the hell are they?" he asked the air, almost expecting it to answer. He had gotten lost several times on the way here, which was probably the cause behind his attitude at the moment. Though with Hawk, he always went out of his way to find some reason to be mad. Even if it meant changing his opinion entirely, he just had to be opposed. So far, nobody had really been able to subdue that effect, though nobody really cared to try. He either scared them or they felt he was just a jerk, not worth their time. Which was fine with him.

"Come on, I haven't got all day," he grumbled, removing a gun from his hoodie's pocket and firing a single shot almost straight up into the air. "Hurry it up!"

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"You're very loud, aren't you?" said a voice on the ground. In fact, that voice belonged to a thing on the ground. It was a very human voice considering that the only thing there was a fluffy black wombat. It's roundish face lumpishly looked up at him, and it was laying flat on it's back. "You should wear some galoshes for that."

[Creator]

Hawk lowered his arm and looked down, his eyes coming to rest on the wombat. "The hell are you?" he asked, "some kind of talking badger?" He waited a moment, then sighed, giving the creature a slight kick. At first glance, it would seem a cruel gesture, but a split second later, the bullet came back down into the wombat's former resting spot. "Don't tell me you're with the school."

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

In a blur of shadow the wombat was suddenly behind Hawk, except that it was not a wombat anymore. Instead there stood a man, his skin so dark it might have been considered black if not for the contrast of his long, layered hair. His delicate face was smiling and his eyes were closed, but he had a hand on Hawk's shoulder nonetheless. As for clothes, his shirt was black, but torn and ripped. His shorts came almost to the knee, though the left side was covered with a long black half-skirt that reached his ankle, which was as bare as his feet.

"Humans are so uppity," he exclaimed in a slighty pout. He bent over slightly so he could examine Hawk eye-to-eye. Perhaps it would have been better if the man's obsidian eyes did not gleam so obviously with insanity. "But I suppose you're just trying to be cute, aren't you? That's alright, but we do need to get somewhere, you know? If you keep fiddling around with that gun, we might even be late."

[Creator]

"I like my gun," he said simply, having turned it around in his hand to point it at the man, as a precaution. He turned, pocketing it, and looked this strange person over. "And I'd rather be a human than a badger. Anyway, how are we getting to the school? And where is it?" Hawk asked, glancing around. "And kind of fancy dimension warps or anything like that?"

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"It was not a badger," the man protested hotly. "It was a pygmy ocelot." He paused, looking out into the misty lake curiously. "There's a school around here? If we took a dimensional warp, we'd probably become dreadfully lost, and broke too. Just think of the directional tax involved, and that's not even counting the toll both." He shook his head. "No, we should probably fly."

[Creator]

"Right. I'm going to call it a badger," Hawk said, looking up at the sky. "If you're some kind of shapeshifter, then you'd better be able to turn into a big fxxkin' bird," he commented, "or something. I can't fly, and I don't plan to learn within the next few minutes."

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"You can't fly?" he asked, his eyes wide. "Whyever did they name you Hawk then? They must have been very confused. Oh well, I suppose we'll just have to walk. Do you know where this school of yours is? We really should be going." The man nodded seriously, his arms folded. His students always were so weird.

[Creator]

"You're not doing a very good job here," Hawk grunted, taking out a piece of crumpled paper. "Are you my 'master teacher'? You're supposed to know where the school is. If I did, then I wouldn't need your help, now would I?"

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"I'm your master teacher? Well that changes everything then, doesn't it? You can call me Eoms then. I'm not sure that people do, but it's a good name, don't you think? Still, you're the one with the gun here, Hawk. I really think you should be the leader. We already know where the school isn't, and that's a start. It certainly isn't that way. You would have run into it," Eoms deduced, pointing the way that Hawk had come. "Also, it is not very likely up or down from here, and if so, only a little. They can't expect students to fly, after all."

"So using logic, it has to be east, north, or south of here. No, that's not right at all. It could be northeast. Or east north. Or even something odder in between. You humans don't really have enough words for that kind of thing."

[Creator]

((xD Contrasting personalities are fun.))
"Look," Hawk said, raising the gun once more. "I don't have time to... hey..." he said in a slightly more hushed voice. He waved the gun up and down ever so slightly, then snickered. "Well, it's within gunshot range. If I fired at this angle, it'd shatter a window, and I assume it's not the window of the local bakery. Do you have any mode of transportation?" he asked, lowering the gun back into his pocket.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Eoms seemed quite offended by that remark, as if Hawk had just insulted him. "No, I don't," he said coldly, in a huff. "Maybe if we didn't have your overstoutness, it wouldn't be a problem."

[Creator]

"Well, you're the one who's supposed to arrange for transportation. I found the school, which means I did most of your job right there." He walked toward the water and looked down. "Let's just take a boat or something. If someone tries to stop us, I can shoot 'em, and you can... well, you can turn into a badger and cuddle them into submission."

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"The boats here are filled with vengeful spirits. If you got possessed, I'm not sure what I'd do," Eoms said seriously. "If you want to go though, I suppose I'll tag along. You're not a very good teacher though, are you?"

[Creator]

"Whatever," he said, shaking his head. Hawk's patience only extended so far, and had long since reached its limit for the day. "I'm taking a boat. You can come if you want." He walked along, eventually spotting a small wooden rowboat. 'Perfect,' he thought, jumping down into it. It was kept in place by a metal chain with a lock, more modern than the boat itself. He gripped the chain for a moment, then let go, watching it fall apart where he had touched it. "Raw magic," he said to Eoms. "Pretty much all I can do with it. You coming?"