Okay this girl was a fucking psycho. A fucking joke, that's all it was, and yet the bitch had the gall to try threatening her. "It was a fucking joke," she muttered under her breath. Goddamn, just a joke and Nero was up and holding a blade to her neck, accusing her of being some dirty, low-down. And truthfully she wasn't doing much for the opinion Aurora already had on her kind. She herself had admitted that the White Fang had hurt her, and the bitch just-just...
Aurora exhaled slowly to try calming down. She was just so mad at the girl, at her unwarranted and honestly crazy actions. Her hands gripped the seat so tightly that her knuckles turned white, just as brimming with tension as the atmosphere around them at the moment. Nero was escaping whatever immediate consequences could be in store by way of headphones and ignoring everyone. Again. Bitch. Tina was trying to keep to herself, poor girl. And Gwylan... She had no idea how she seemed to him now with Nero's little victim playing. He was probably the only reason why she hadn't gotten up and slapped the girl already, or at least what he represented: her reputation. Smart bitch played the victim, though in any sane person's eyes she was the opposite. Of both.
To pass the time and get rid of the tightness in her chest, Aurora just leaned back and slept. Or at least tried to, the most she could do really was just rest and close her eyes. And to do some damage control, as well as have a more comfortable pillow and do the best she could with continuing the flirting, she leaned back on Gwylan for her beauty not-quite-sleep, careful to maneuver under the blunt end of his trident. It wasn't the pronged end, but it could still be uncomfortable. In the back of her mind, Aurora noted that Gwylan's muscles were very, very nice. And as he started humming, she, recognizing the tune, joined in.
(Timeskip to arrival)
With a bump and a jostle, the bullhead landed at their destination, what was left of The Garden. And that bump and jostle made it so Aurora had fallen half on top of Gwylan, and her assets were maybe, maybe not pressed against his-admittedly nice-chest, in view of him as well. "Oops." She straightened herself slowly, stretching a bit before strapping on the knives that she'd removed for the flight and her machete.
Soon after, the bullhead's hatch lowered to a ramp leading down to the ground. Titan entered the ain area the team'd been staying from the cockpit, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "We're here. I had to land a little bit further so the Totocoatls wouldn't immediately attack, but if you just follow the road around a little, you'll be at the entrance of the hedge maze.” His eyes hardened, mouth set in a hard line. “Here,” he handed a red flare to Aurora, who took it readily. “The school says I have to give you this, for tradition and all. Light it if you need immediate extraction. Or just call. My contact information’s in the message I sent with the map. There’ll be other aircrafts here to take care of anyone you rescue.” He turned to leave before hesitating and saying over his shoulder, “Just remember, your mission is not to rescue everyone. Or to rid the area of Grimm. It’s to rescue Apple O’Haracle. And… be careful. Grimm aren’t the only threat you have.” With that, he exited the area.
After such a blunt rundown of the situation, Aurora just shrugged and half-ran down the ramp to be met with a deceptively pretty scene. They were on a plateau-like area that joined with the mountains that made up Vale’s natural barrier against what resided on the other side, presumably on the same side as the kingdom was. Below was an ever-reaching jungle, one that continued to the horizon and beyond, where the sun was shining brightly, but the sky was just cloudy enough to keep it from being too bright. A sharp turn kept The Garden hidden from them, and vice versa, but behind and around you could see a couple of aircrafts seemingly belonging to a company called ‘Oracle.’ White-collar workers could be seen around with some heavily armed dudes, probably the people who’d be whisking the survivors back to wherever.
“Alright. Guess this is where it begins.”