Welcome to Beacon. Please Try to Not Stumble Off the Cliffside Airdock.

He looks out at the clear skies, an airship slowly growing larger with the distance between evaporating as the seconds pass. For a brief moment, a gust of wind blows by, and his hair billows off to the side, looking as if nature itself was playing with the long, fair strands.

Taking a deep breath, he draws himself upright, the change in posture doing nothing to take away from his rather feminine looks. "I remember my first look at Beacon from that airship, two years ago..." he muses, a soft, slightly lilting tenor issuing from his mouth. "It hardly seems like it's been that long."

(First years are on the airship.)

"Argh! You ran over my foot! You daft, little blighter piece of.... Argh!"

The roar of an angry, thick, Scottish brogue rips through the air, easily shaking up the relatively quiet peace that'd settle around the Airdock. Down at the South-East end of the dock stood the owner of the enraged voice, hunched over, hand grasping his left ankle in a vain attempt at stemming the pain. "It's my arms that are made of metal, you arse backwards dolt! Not my feet!" He continued, letting go of his sore limb and standing at full hight, looking at who ran over his foot in the face; a younger man, possibly a second year student. A few more words were exchanged, but where unheard by anyone, save the speaker and the listener. With an angry gesture, the loud Scotsman directed the younger Lad over to the Airdock, with instructions to help with the luggage. The Lad nodded, almost scared, and quickly hurried off.

With an tired, annoyed sigh, the Scotsman ran a hand through his slicked back hair, smoothing it down, before turning himself, heading off to go see if there was anything else to be done.
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With a strained grunt, the massive double doors to the Academy's auditorium were pushed... Forced open. The grunt didn't come from the doors, though. No, they had a sound all their own; a thundering rumble as they swung inward. The grunt came from the man who'd open them; a soldier, or guard, by the looks of him. An older man, with dark grey hair, clad in sage-green heavy armor. Looking about, the Guard made sure the doors were nice and wide open, before pulling out his personal Scroll device. He typed out a message, before closing and stashing the Scroll.

"Hmm.... Time to greet the new arrivals...." He mumbled, his accent hinting at some form of Hispanic. Turning away from the Auditorium entrance, the Guard began walking towards the Airdocks.
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In such a cramped space as this, it was impossible not to get shoved passed or bumped into. Especially for someone of his size. The large, Black-Lion Faunus paid the other people in the Airship no mind. He cared not for what they did; he even nearly chuckled at the way they scurried around like mice, all trying to get a look at their destination. With his hight advantage, the massive Faunus could see all he needed, and through a window, he spotted it. Beacon Academy.

His home for the next four years.

Absently, the large Lion fiddled with a ring on his hand, a onyx colored stone set into the ring reflecting light ever so slightly. So lost in his own thoughts, the Faunus barely noticed someone walking in his direction, until it was too late. The collision was quick, with the smaller of the two recoiling on impact. The other first year looked to say something, but at seeing the much larger being, simply uttered an apology, before easing around the larger Lion and walking away. ".... I wonder what kind of valuables they've got in there." The massive Faunus mused, still looking out the window, toward Beacon, and fiddling with one of his few rings.

Dusk, the girl with black hair and red eyes, sighed as she was bored on the ship as she had nothing to do. Sure she was excited to be going to Beacon, but she just couldn't help but be bored. Amelia, her older sister and/or mother had given her some things from 'home' to keep her entertained, but she couldn't do it without losing some things. And that's what she feared, to lose something of Amelia and the others.

"I'm going to miss them..." she thought to herself then getting up from her seat and head out and onto the deck to get a breath of fresh air as she wondered how Beacon would be like as she saw, what she thought, the docks.

"Hmmm....."
A girl sits alone at the corner of the first year's airship, looking at all the other students, her bright, wide eyes flitting across the small crowd, curious as to their behaviors and expressions.
"Everyone seems so glumm...." she mutters to herself, tilting her head at nobody, only to convey her curiosity.

Across the way from said girl, on the other end of the airship, a young man stands, his clothes speaking of eastern origins. Definitely not from Vale, or from anywhere around. His bright red eyes scanned the ship, he is silent as could be. He leans into the corner, one foot propped up against the wall, his arms crossed.

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"You shouldn't talk to yourself."
A familiar, feminine voice speaks up from behind the boy peacefully watching the airship. It's owner steps into the corner of his vision, the familiar flash of white speaking of his teammate, a girl that had gone home from Beacon for the break, and had freshly returned the previous night. She had stayed in the town below the cliffs, and hauled up to the academy early, in the morning, dropping off her bags before setting off to find her leader, who happened to be the boy next to her.
"People will call you crazy..."

"Everyone's a little crazy in their own right!" Another, more cheerful voice called out behind the two. A familiar head of blonde and blue hair pounces in between the two, and she outstretches her arm and wraps it around the effeminate boy's neck, and pulls him in. She then extends her other hand to the masked girl, seeing if she would join the two in her happy reunion with her friends.

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"Havin' troubles there, Mark?" A rather calm, yet firm voice asked. A familiar hooded man, the upperclassman, in fact, approaches, his head still in his hood to hide facial features from the nose up, and hands jammed in his denim jacket's pocket's, as per the norm. His mouth has the faintest trace of a smirk, one corner being quirked up a small amount.

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"You can do this, Fahy..." A voice with a light Irish intonation whispers. The young woman with pale pink hair stands up inside of the airship, the pistols in her holsters lightly clacking together the more she moved. She was anxious to get to the Academy, and just as anxious to meet strangers. Part of her was terrified, and the other part was looking forward to meeting people. Unfortunately, the former was more prevalent, and she lowers her gaze timidly, allowing her bangs to over her right eye entirely.

"Sanity is relative, anyway," he responds, smiling slightly as his teammate's one-armed hug pulls him to bend at the waist slightly. "Did you enjoy your break, Maria? Rudil?" he asks, looking to get some conversation going.

"no." The masked girl, Maria, Replies, not joining in the hug either, having a strict "no touchie" rule. She turns her head though, to look at both of them.
"Neither of you were at the dorm..."

The Scotsman, Mark, whips around to face who'd spoken, his own face having a sort of annoyed scowl about it. With his eyes greeted by the sight of someone who wasn't a Second Year, however, Mark's own facial expression softened, but just a bit.

"Ahh... Hey, Renji." Mark mutters in greeting, the pacing of his breaths deep and heavy, a clear sign he was still a bit agitated. "Of course I'm having troubles, man." Mark's accent is thick, but still clear enough to understand, "First, I get my flask confiscated, then the rest of my drink stash up and disappears, and now...." Mark gestures to the Second Years working near the Airdock, "I've been put in charge of those Lads over there, who, if they aren't as clumsy as an eight legged Beowolf, just can't seem to FOLLOW MY DIRECTIONS!" That last bit of rant at the end, Mark shouts, obviously in the Second Years direction.
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On the Airship, still standing near one of the Ships' large viewing windows, stood Raxus; the massive Black Lion Faunus almost like a statue, the way he stood still, the only tells he was alive being the slight movements of his chest and he breathed, and the periodic shifting of weight from one foot to the other. With a low growl rumbling in his chest, Raxus turned his head from side to side, getting a good look at the other hopeful students there with him. Why can't everyone just stay still for a few seconds?, Raxus thought, shifting his weight once more, and placing his left gauntlet covered hand over the hilt of the rather large Cutlass secured to the left side of his hip, leaving it draped lazily there. "Arrg..... My feet are itchin' for some landfall...."
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Salvador knew it was inevitable. In a matter of moments, the new wave of First Year students would be arriving, and by Remnant was Sal feeling.... Less than enthusiastic about it. Many of the new students were Teenagers, and while Sal didn't hate kids (The old soldier had two children himself), Teens were a different matter. They weren't even here yet, and already the elder security guard was feeling out manned and out gunned. Sal wasn't surprised, however; he knew what he was signing up for when he wrote his name on the contract. Four Years as the Academy's guard, four years having to deal with young men and women, who'd been trained to use some of the deadliest weapons he'd ever seen. "There's no going back now." Salvador mused to himself.

With a resigned sigh, Salvador pulled out his medication bottle; the pain in his chest was flaring again, but after swallowing one of the small, blue tablets, it began to recede. Capping the bottle, Sal clipped it back onto his belt, gathered his wits about him, and moved forward. He had a feeling he'd be expected to usher the new students into the Auditorium.

Ren looks out at the other second years, seemingly staring at the two as they spoke. "...You heard him. Get to work." He says, steel in his voice. When they get back to it, Ren looks back at Mark with a slight smirk. "That drink'll kill ya one of these days. You know that, right?" He asks, shifting his weight to one leg, feeling Yukianesa hit him from behind when his holster moved about during the transition.

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Xiang heard mumbling and a guttural growl. She nearly squeaks when she looked to her right and saw a young man towering over her. She stares up at him, both fear and awe in her eyes.

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Rudil pouts when Maria doesn't join them, and eventually hops off of Li. "It was kinda boring, to be honest. Oh! But I got a bunch of new different types of tea! I'll make us some tonight!" She exclaims, her usual ear-to-ear smile on her face.

At Rudil's mention of tea, Lí brightens considerably, a much stronger smile in place as he rights his posture again. "I'm looking forward to it. Do you have any blends with vanilla in them?" he asks, watching the airship begin a landing course. "It is my favorite."

Maria rolls her eyes, and, having found the people she came to find, turns and begins walking away,her white coat swaying from side to side ever so slightly as she walked.

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With nothing to do, Clover, the girl in green, soon grows bored, and gets up from her seat, walking over to the windows. Her eyes light up, and a smile hits her face.
"Pretty!" she exclaims to herself, the large academy close in her vision.

Mark takes a heavy breath, the gears in his shoulders cranking with the rise and fall of his chest; "I know, I know..." he says, looking down, not so much ashamed of his drinking, but more resigned to the fact that... he kind of needs it. Taking a quick second, he shoots a look over his shoulder, aimed at the Underclassmen; the annoyed scowl he wore hoping to spur them along, combined with Ren's order to keep working. "But it's the only thing I can afford right now, mate." Mark brought his head back around to look at Ren, "Those anti-pain meds they're making? Price is just too rich for me..."

Shifting his weight around, Mark steps at an angle, now able to speak to Renji, a well as watch the oncoming Airship. "Besides, sure tastes a hell of a lot better than those shite pills...."
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Raxus didn't take too much notice of it at first, he suspected it was just a small breeze let in by some idiot who'd opened a window.... But it wasn't. No, he would've felt something if it was the wind; his hair, as long as it was and tied back, would've moved or flickered about in some way. Whatever it was, his instincts were poking at him, prodding, trying to warn him of... eyes that were on him.

Without much thought, Raxus turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on who'd been staring at him. Huh... Never seen hair that... Pink, before. Raxus thinks, still looking at the young, shorter woman beside him. In the few seconds that Raxus is staring, he remembers some parting words a friend of his had given him before he'd left: "At least try to be nice, man. Smile, nod your head, do something that won't make people suspicious of why you're there...."

Raxus' lips parted into somewhat of a grinning smile, exposing the longer canines on his top and bottom jaw; interlocked and bestial looking. That grin faded, though, as Raxus turned his head away, returning his gaze to the Airships' window; just in time, too, since they'd begun their landing course. In anticipation of their arrival, Raxus' tail, four feet long and tan in color, with a fine tuft of black fur at the end, slipped out of his trench coat and began swaying from side to side.
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Salvador arrived at the Air-docks in record time, it seemed, because the second he'd arrived, the Airship had begun it's landing, growing closer with each passing second. There were already others there, as he'd observed; Upperclassmen, students who'd taken it upon themselves to welcom the new students. Breathing slightly labored, coming out in short huffs, Sal moved over to one of the Docks' sides, taking up a neutral, waiting stance, hands set on his belt as he continued to watch the Airship.

"It tastes like the inside of a tobacco chewer's mouth is what that sludge tastes like." Ren snarks, removing his hands from his pockets, and folding his arms. He then turns his hooded head to the approaching airship. "New year, new faces...Wonder how many'll drop." He says, tactless as ever. It isn't so much as he was eager to see who would fail, but he wanted to see who was truly up to the task of four years at Beacon.

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Fahy is nearly frozen in fear when the gargantuan boy grins a rather unsettling smile at her. But, she manages to slowly raise her hand and open her palm; her own, terrified way of waving hello. She then lowers her hands and jams them into the pockets of her custom-designed white vest.

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"Wha- hey! Maria, where are you going?!" Rudil calls to her teammate, waving her hands vigorously as if they'd somehow gain the girl's attention.

Lí rests a hand on Rudil's shoulder, watching Maria walk off as well. A look of concern briefly washes over his features, but he pushes it away, trying to not worry so much. "Just leave her be for now, Rudil," he gently says, turning to watch the airship again as it begins docking. He closes his eyes, stands up to his full height, and smiles warmly, trying to keep a welcoming demeanor. "Instead, let's welcome the new hopefuls."

Maria yawns, lifting up a hand and giving a short wave without turning around. The trip up to Vale yesterday was a long one, and she was feeling rather exhausted from it. As she walks, she pops her neck, and takes notice of some of the returning students. She quickens her pace, to avoid anyone possibly trying to speak to her on her way back to the dorm.

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Clover smiles as she see's the ship begin to ascend, hopping back from the window and daintily walking over to a small crowd, who were watching some lady foreign to her speak on a holographic screen.

Maia sits near the window of the ship trying to keep to herself. She was excited  to start a new year at the academy. Ever since she was adopted she wanted to be just like her parents. This was a big step today for her.

She glances around keeping her mechanical eyes usually focused onto the floor. Who would her team be? Would they ber nice? She hopes that they will be nice. As she adjusts her scarf to cover her moouth more she accidently bumbs her arm into her rifle and knocks out the sword underneath the barrel.

Her face turns red and she adjusts her scarf even more as she quickly grabs her blade and puts it back on. The gears in her arm turning and making some noise. She notices some of the faces turning towards her direction she thinks to herself "Oh god.......please help me these next 4 years."


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Darcil was making his way towards the airdock, enjoying the bright sun of the day. He knew that his teammate Mark was working at the docks today, and figured he might need some help. As he approaches he can already hear him scowling about at the second years helping him out. He approaches his teammate giving a chuckle as he says to Mark "Having fun are we Mark?"

He flips out his lighter and lights a smoke as he then says "Well where do you need me?" Darcil had no bounties to go after today, so he may as well be usefull and help out his teammate.

"...hm?"
Clover turns her head, investigating. She had heard gears clicking. Surely somebody didn't unsheath their weapon on the airship. Her eyes scan the room curiously, her eyes eventually locking on the eyes of a girl, sat not to far from her.

More of a cyborg than a girl. Clover's eyes widened as she spotted the arm and leg, as well as the girl's unusual eyes.
Needless to say, it was sloppier work than she had seen in her father's shop, but she had never seen a human melded with a robot before. She smiles happily, wandering over and sitting next to the girl, never taking her eyes off her face.

"Hullo!" she chimes happily, "Your scarf is pretty!"

"Then clearly, you've never had any of the good stuff." Mark shoots back, flashing a smirk at Ren in response to his snark. Looking back toward the Airship, Mark casually fixes his vest, his mechanized fingers sliding up and down the leather, open center flaps. Without much thought about it, he issues a bet between the two; "Twenty Lien says less than a quarter of them don't make it back." Of course, it was all in jest, but his tone of voice would make anyone second guess the real meaning of it.

Not even waiting for Renji's response, Mark adds in, "So, wait a second.... How do you know what the inside of a tobacco chewers mouth tastes like?" He had a shit eating grin on his face the entire time, and at hearing his name get called again, Mark looks over at the new face approaching; his team mate, Darcil. "We-heh-hell, look who's up and about; what's goin' on, Darcil?" Friendly smile leading the way, Mark claps a metal hand on the smokers shoulder, gesturing to the Underclassmen working at the docks. "The Lads over there have most of it covered.... Hopefully; but if you really wanna help, you could give me a hand with snappin' them back into shape. You see any slackin' off, holler at 'em, get 'em back to workin'."
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Raxus catches the smaller girls' own, cautionary wave out of the corner of his eye. The corners of his mouth twitch up into an amused grin, something he puts a bit of effort in to hide. Off to the side somewhere, Raxus' own enhanced sense of hearing picks up the sound of a woman's' voice speaking; it's older, more regal sounding. Very professional.

The large Black Lion cares not for what the woman has to say, he only growls and huffs in annoyance, tuning out her voice as he continues to stare though the window, at the oncoming Airdock. Shifting his right foot back, Raxus puts himself at a slight angle, once again having the pink haired girl next to him back in his vision. Feeling more chatty than usual, Raxus ventures with a bit of conversation; "Hey, are you feelin' alright?.... You look a bit nervous.... The ships goin' down, you... You're not gonna throw up, are you?" Raxus' voice is a low rumble the entire time he speaks.
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Still at the Airdock, Salvador stands erect and strong, basically making himself the image professionalism and authority. With these new students coming in, the elder guard wanted to make sure they knew who'd be watching over them for the next four years.

Maia sat there trying to hold in her embarassment. "Stupid of me to do that! Now everyone will think I am clumsy and weird and thats already a problemwhenyouracyborgandimabadaim......." She starts rambling so much in her head that she fails to notice another female student come up and make a compliment on her scarf.

Maia looks at the student and down back at her scarf and moves it from her mouth so she can talk. Smiling shyly she says "Oh....um...th-th-thank you. I..I really like your um....coat....its really cute." Maia felt slightly better about what had just happened "Maybe I sould be clumsy more often...."

She thinks that until she looks up and still notices some students glancing looks at her. Then instantly takes that statement back as she feels slightly embarassed again. "Oh um.....I take it your a new student also.....?

Clover nods happily, almost seeming a bit too enthusiastic for the situation. Still, it was nice to be making conversation. Everyone had been more or less quiet on the ride over.

"Yes, I believe we are all first years! I am Clover!" she chirps once more, smiling a wide, almost oddly happy smile.

Maia makes eye contact with Clover and smiles at her "Clover.....thats a pretty name. My name is Maia, Maia Dodgern. Nice to meet you." She covers up her face up slightly with her scarf. Could she have just made....a friend already?

"So um....why did you come to beacon?" She then thought to herself that it may be too personal to ask. "Of course you don't have to tell me! I mean we just met and i am not sure if its personal or not and I don't  wanttolosethisconversationbecauseitsgoingsowellandimshyandstupid........I'll shut up now......"

Clover's face seemed to change to an expression of blank confusion, as she struggles to put together the words that seemed to spill so quickly from the other girl's mouth, before her peppy smile returns.

"I came to Beacon because I've always wanted to be a huntress!" she coos, in a melodic, almost rehearsed fashion.

"Good stuff. Right..." He scoffs, before being called out on the tobacco quip. Some girls have bad tastes, and I may have dated one with a nasty hobby like that." He says in a grumble. He hears Darcil walking nearby and turns to him, giving a slight wave.

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Oh, goodness. The Faunas boy's voice was like gravel. "O-oh! Ah, yes. I-I'm fine, I just... I'm...um..." She stammers, running her hands through her hair that was over her shoulders. She stops, and points her cyan eyes at the boy, and sticks her shaking hand at him. "...I-I'm Xiang. Xiang Fahy." She stammers.

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Rudil simply nods, walking to the docks with Li in tow.

Mark listened intently, taking in Ren's admittance to actually intimately knowing someone who'd had the habit of chewing that nasty, black gunk. Of course, the second the Scotsman heard this, his fiendish, mischievous grin only grew. "Hooo-ho-ho, well then, my good man; I had no idea you swung around like that.... She was the only one, was she not?" Mark lets out a quick, two beat chuckle, looking at Renji and Darcil, respectively. Main goal at the moment? See if he could get at least a grin out of Ren, and maybe even a little bit of poking laughter from Darcil, as well.
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Raxus' attention is fully on her now, his rusty-golden eyes meet the girls' cyan ones, locking onto them. Instincts or not, it didn't take much for the large Faunas to know she was nervous. Raxus, himself, didn't intend to come off as scary, but being 7'1 and part Lion certainly didn't help things. Wanting to prove that stereotype wrong, Raxus also offers his hand, larger by comparison, and not the gauntlet covered one, of course; he takes Fahy's in his, giving her hand a good shake. He tried to keep the pressure on it at a minimum, but it still had a bit of a squeeze to it.

"Nice to meet you, Xiang." Raxus rumbles, saying her name as though it was foreign to him; partly because it was, he'd never heard that name before, it was new to him. "I'm... Raxidius; most people call me Raxus." Was the Black Lions' reply. With that said, Raxus let go of her hand, returning his to his side. He would've added his last name, too, but considering its length and odd sound, Raxus left it out.

Dusk had got a good look around the ship before she realized that it was about to land. "This is it," she thought to herself, hoping that she wouldn't mess up and be sent home. That was one of the things she was afraid of, not doing good and being sent home. Humiliated. After what Amelia and the others had done to get her here, she couldn't go back home if she failed.

The azure warrior glares at Mark from under his hood, and lets out a scoff. "Thankfully, yes. Dated for a whole three minutes, until I found out about that little gem." He decides to add, resting his right hand on his hip, and the other around the grip of Yukianesa.

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Fahy struggles to give Raxus' large hand a firm shake. "...Pleasure t'meet ya." She manages to say with a slightly forced smile. "...Are ya ready? For Beacon, that is...Were you in Sanctum? Or Signal?" She asks, unsure if she recognized the boy.

Figuring that he wasn't going to get even the faintest bit of a rise out of Renji, Mark decided to cut the jesting there, the grin on his face fading into one of accepted indifference. "Hmm... Ah, well... Hey, at least you cut it off while you were ahead, right?" And with that last, little poke, Mark settles into a neutral stance, and crosses his arms, the metal plating clinking and scraping on contact.
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Well, there is was. Signal or Sanctum? The question had gone through Raxus' head numerous times, and for an equal amount, Raxus had rehearsed his response; 'Signal, I'm from Signal', that would be his answer whenever the question came up. Still, though, for the briefest of moments, Raxus hesitated before answering, "S-signal... Uh, I'm from Signal." His mates in the Sons of Plunder would be laughing at him for the near slip up. Another beat, and the large Faunus added, "Ready as I'll ever be... I've heard some good things about Beacon."

Gormlaith had been strolling through Beacon when she spotted the airship, "Huh. That was to come today, worrying I didn't remember that." Shrugging to herself, she then took a place on a nearby wall away from the others and starts looking over the group, doing her best to remember faces and weapon appearances, trying to guess their abilities with varying rates of success based on their design, her hands wandering to the two spears dormant on her waist, having a small smile on her face as she keeps completely relaxed, tail whisking from side to side. Though she did spot someone she knew, or at least had seen before, shouting out, "Hey Robin~" and waving to show her position.

Maia shyly smiles back at the fellow first year. "Oh...um same here." She takes the time to take the time to take the rifle off of her back and put it too her side for the moment, in fear of knocking out the blade again. Her gears turning in a syphony of clockwork precision.

"So....where are you from?" she asks in a quiet tone once again. As she asks she moves her blue hair out of her eyes slightly.


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"Good to see you again friend, don't worry ill keep my eye on 'em." Darcil says with a smile. Darcil notices the other person nearby and decides to introduce himself to him. "Hey names Darcil, nice to meet ya. Smoke?" He offers a cig to the stranger.

Darcil gives a slight chuckle at Marks remark about the strangers dating life. Shortly after he notices a group of students starting to get closer together and not work as hard. He waits a few minutes and notices that they stopped working all together. Looking at them he notices that they start to drink a little. "Excuse me for a sec fella's." He walks a few feet from the group and pulls out White Snow from its holster.

Firing 2 rounds at the group and breaking their bottles in their hands. He holsters his weapon and walks towards the angry group of second years cursing at him. "Now now you know your supposed to be working. Heres the deal either A. you keep working and ill buy you new drinks later. Or B." He pulls out both of his pistols and offers his black revolver to the students. "Beat me in a lil one on one action and ill do all the work for you and buy you a whole case. What ya say?"

The faces of the students turn palish white as they go back to work. Holstering his guns he returns to his partner. "That work for ya?" he says laughing.

Clover smiles, watching the girl move her weapon, paying attention to the metallic whirs and clicks of her arm, the sound being music to her ears.

"I Lived in a small city about an hours drive outside of Vale." she speaks, her voice dropping in volume ever so slightly.

Maia face slightly turns red again. She noticed the volume in her Clover's voice drop, but what did it mean? Did she remember something sad? Was it about her question she asked? "Oh, I am sorry if I asked something to personal!" She waves her hands slightly as she feels even more embarassed about possibly upsetting someone she just met.

Mark's response for his team mate was an equal, hearty amount of laughter. Seeing the way Darcil had handled the situation, and the looks of sheer fear on the faces of the Underclassmen, only added to the Scotsman's mirth. "Oh, Jaysus, Darcil; that was damn brilliant, man!" Mark managed to say in his thick, Scottish brogue, pausing between breaths, still trying to cap his laughter. "You--You haven't lost your touch there, brother; still sharp as ever. Hah-hah!"

Reining in more control over his breath, Mark added in; "Ooh... Aw, man... Still, though; terrible waste o'good brew... Did you have to break both bottles?"

Dusk smiled as she was ready to be at her new school. How the excitement was flowing through her. How she was wanting to see how Beacon was like. There was nothing that could stop her now. 'Here we go, Fang' she thought, feeling the gun for a moment, reassuring herself that she had her partner.

Robin turns as he hears his name called out. Spotting Kalt, he walks up to the silver haired girl and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Hey, Kalt." He said, nodding his head politely as he pulled back the hood on his jacket. He wasn't wearing his battle attire, his outfit consisting of a dark green jacket, brown cargo pants, and his black boots. He still had is compact quivers though, clipped onto his belt. "What brings you here?"

The peppy girl's smile quickly returns, and she shakes her head, her black hair swaying back and forth behind the motion.

"Nope!"

On the way to the airdock, Lí trails behind Rudil slightly, a small smile on his face the whole way until he sees that someone else is already waiting there. He begins slowing down himself, pulling slightly against Rudil's grip to show that he didn't want to go much closer. "Who is that?" he asks in a hushed, mildly suspicious voice, all senses on high alert at the unfamiliar, and unexpected, man at their destination.

She was lacking her combat gear as well, crossing her legs so he couldn't see up her skirt from her elevated seating place, "Studying the new kids. Wondering how many will get an injury in first initiation or worse. Plus their fighting styles, stuff like that. All comes down to their weapons, you can deduce a lot from that alone. Like a person using a reach weapon as a main form won't be covered in plate armour, that's just redundant. I thought you would know that, Robby." Already making a nickname for him, probably the tenth knowing her, she starts to stroke her own Faunus ears, tail moving lazily around.