"Congratulations, incoming students. You have been accepted into Beacon Academy, Remnant's most prestigious school for Huntsmen and Huntresses. Please take a seat as we prepare to take off for your new home."

You have made it to the last step of your journey: the airship ride to Beacon. The ship seems full to bursting with new students, and it provides an excellent opportunity to mingle with your future classmates on the flight in.

There was one student who stood out amongst the students on the airship simply because of their appearance. It wasn’t possible to tell their gender because of the powered armor that clad their entire body. The white and black colored armor plates along with the blue glow that emanated from the chest piece and helmet were reminiscent of the Atlesian military, but the armor’s design was nothing like the standard fare worn by infantry, looking a great deal more advanced. A gentle hum filled the air around this student, no doubt the result of the Dust core that powered the entire suit. Its wearer had done little during the flight so far, preferring to lean back into the cushioned seat and swing its one-eyed gaze around the room occasionally.

If there was something else unusual about the student, if the individual even was one, it would be the small locker that had been set down beside him. It looked to be a smaller version of the weapon lockers found in a variety of places, complete with a whole myriad of security measures. A fairly unusual piece of luggage to carry around given how Hunters’ weapons could generally be folded and shrunk down into something more easily carried. It had been brought onboard the student’s back, likely attached through magnetism before being set down and left untouched so far. All in all, while there wasn’t an intimidating presence to the individual, the sheer oddness kept most others away so far.

Frankly, Oren didn’t really have a problem with being left alone. It was pleasant, and if he had managed to fall asleep then things would have been perfect. Unfortunately, his habits simply didn’t allow for him to nod off during the day and he had yet to beat that conditioning out. Thus he had passed the time looking at things he had already seen many times over and meeting the curious looks of other students. It was about as expected that this would happen, after all that was the point of having him wear the armor to Beacon in the first place. Reluctantly, he had agreed to don the suit for his journey to the school for Hunters after some coaxing from his father and command. Something about how it would represent the Atlesian military and do them proud to have one of their own joining such a prestigious Academy. He didn’t really feel the same way, but nonetheless agreed; in the end it was a small thing.

Finally deciding to do something aside from just sit around, Oren stood from his seat in a smooth and silent motion. The core brightened for a moment as power fed into systems that had gone into standby before regulating itself once more. Glancing about slowly, with a shrug he picked a random direction to head off in. In all likelihood there wasn’t much to see that he hadn’t already seen before, so where he explored didn’t matter to Oren. It was simply something to do rather than sit around in same room until arrival at Beacon. The locker was left behind. He doubt anyone would try to break into such a thing in the open and even if they did… well, military grade protection.

"This'll be the day, da da DA DAAAAA! This'll be the day somethin' and there's a dooooooor!" The light, soprano voice echoed through the airship hallway filled with a few small groups of students who were milling nervously about as the large ship ascended into the clouds. They gave her a few quizzical looks as she passed, her sandy-blonde ponytail bouncing about her shoulder while she skip-danced along with the music blaring through her black over-the-ear headphones. It was hard to say whether they were more interested in her awkward movements and off-key singing or in the thin delicate hand that was casually spinning the large and vicious looking flail in a graceful figure-8 motion that caused a light whistle as it passed through the air. She failed to notice any of these strange stares, being so engrossed in the music that was fueling her near-limitless pool of energy.

Kaesey Kay still couldn't believe that she would be attending the Beacon Academy.

"Welcome to a world of blooooooody evolution!" Flying into another rousing chorus, Kalimay Kay closed her eyes and brought the handle of Breakr up to pretend it was a microphone, complete with a lot of aggressive head-banging. Unfortunately, this made her unable to notice that she'd accidentally pressed a certain button on her weapon and before she knew it the chain was extending mid-spin and the large flail head was smashing straight through the center of an elegant wooden bench placed beside a large bay window.

Luckily, the bench itself had been unoccupied.

"Oooops..." KK muttered, dropping her headphones around her neck as her cheeks flared a bright pink. A soft 'whirring' from the weapon drew in the chain and brought the flail head back through the broken hole, which only helped to make it larger and send several large splinters scattering about the floor. With a light cough and a quick look around to make sure none of the airship staff were in view, KK quickly stacked the larger pieces on the bench's seat before sliding away with a rather suspicious whistle. Head down, trying to look as nonchalant as possible (and failing comically), she rounded a corner and ran face-first into the chest of an armored figure.

"Ouch!" She squeaked, hand gingerly rubbing her nose as she bounced back. This pained expression quickly turned to one of awe, her jaw nearly hitting the floor as her icy blue eyes went up and down the figure before her. "Oh my dust, there's ROBOTS AT BEACON!?"

Genesis:


Compassion:

The teen hung over the railing of the ship, gazing out to the skyscape as the wind blew at his hair. His eyes stared blankly at the passing clouds as the aircraft followed its course. It was Gen’s first year at beacon, a fresh beginning full of new experiences. A clean slate where he could make friends, and become viable in the eyes of those close to him. Those were his hopes, at least. Whether such dreams could become a reality was a completely different trial, one which he wasn’t too skilled in. His line of sight trailed towards the other students who were around him. All of them were individualism easily triumphed Gen’s sorry attempt at expressing himself. Each students was unique; whether it was in apparel, weapon choice, or overall anatomy, they all had distinguishing qualities. Unlike the other students who were draped in more flashy attire, Gen subsided to an ordain green hoodie, a tie of a similar pattern, a white undershirt to make the neckpiece more pronounced, and a pair of black jeans. Not by any span of the imagination did he appear as a child of a renowned house, known for producing eligible hunters and huntresses. He glanced back at Sagaciter, the rifle which was slung over his shoulder reflected the sun’s rays, the luster of the weapon was almost blinding. His attention was suddenly drawn by a giddy laugh to his left, followed by a grown of displeasement.

Gen looked to his side and made a slight smile as his vision focused on his two companions; Aggressor and Exuberance. They were both aesthetically the same as Gen in every aspect, except for expression. The two were personas the teen’s mind had manifested during his time in Signal, both of which have their own views and way of tongue. The giggle from a few moments ago originated from the one closest to him, E, who was leaning halfway over the railing. His widened eyes were filled with a childish sparkle as he stared at the clouds, ”Wow! We’re so high up~ I want to eat a cloud! I wonder what clouds taste like? Compassion, do you know what clouds taste like? I bet they’re yummy in my tummy!” If E. was actually human, he would have most likely suffocated from lack of oxygen by this point. Since he isn’t bound by the chains of reality, he acts without the slightest of a care. By this point, E. had already began twirling around energetically with his arms raised high, singing a hymn about the condensed delicacies.

Gen noticed that E’s counterpart, Aggressor, was leaning against the railing with an annoyed expression. The furrow in the manifestation’s brows grew deeper and more pronounced as his opposite’s incessant singing continued on. It was only a few seconds until the loose seal broke loose, letting all of his built-up anger fly out, ”Would you just shut up already!? I don’t care about your stupid clouds or your weird eating hab- Hell, you can’t even eat, since C. never gives us the driver’s seat!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, quickly shutting up E, gaining both of their attention. Gen was used to A.’s constant complaints about never being given the controls, though it was for a good reason. Both of the secondary personas were inexperienced when it came to controlling a body, and such a diverse change in personality would raise some questions. Gen sighed and met A.’s eyes, staring them down with his usual kind expression. All he had to do was make a modest smile, and keep eye contact with Aggressor. It wasn’t long until the persona resolved to giving up, realizing he had crossed the line. Though the angered tint in his retinas quickly returned as he looked around, ”Tactician’s been kept up to date, right? Wonder what that lazy bastard is doing right now. It’s annoying as hell when he just randomly takes controls. You’re way too lenient with him.” A. scowled and rubbed his chin, meanwhile Exuberance chose to speak up, ”He is right, you know. Before we got here, he squashed that poor innocent bug after it bit you! That bug was just trying to stay alive, it probably had a family. I’m sure its wife and children are waiting for their daddy to come home as we speak!” E. pouted as he began to sniffle, probably thinking too deeply about the deceased insect.

“It’s alright, E. We can make a funeral for it when we get to Beacon.” Gen muttered reassuringly, making sure nobody nearby heard him. Since they are both figments of his imagination, he had to be careful to not appear insane to those around him. Aggressor snorted and made a devilish grin, ”If I was him, I would have kept that bug alive. Then I would have taken it to its home, and murdered it in front of the whole family.” He dreamed, the image of the family in despair was frighteningly satisfying. A. turned to the other two and noticed that Exuberance was cowering behind Gen, obviously scared half to death. ”Compassion, you don’t need Tactician to fight those big mean monsters! You need him to take care of this sadistic psychopath!” E. yelled, jabbing his finger in an out at his counterpart. Though before A. could retort, Gen quickly raised his hand, cutting off the conversation from escalating any further. “Give me some space for the time being. I have to converse with some people.” He said quietly as he leaned away from the railing. Taking in those around him,

Gen began to start off towards a student, but stopped as soon after his first step. Both A. and E. glanced at each other, then stifled their own form of laughter, ”You have no idea how to start a conversation, do you?” Aggressor teased maliciously, obviously showing no sense of self-control as he laughed. Gen sighed and walked off towards the drink bar, hoping to grab a cup of coffee. Once he took his seat, the two secondary personas remained standing, as per the usual procedure. “Who knows, maybe somebody will walk by and see my lonesome self, and feel the need to greet me out of pity.” He muttered to himself as he raised the cup, savoring the bitter taste of the beverage. "So this is my first inscription within my new slate, eh? A cup of coffee." Gen narrowed his eyes at the plastic cup, swishing around the liquid inside. He simply shrugged and continued to enjoy the drink, "In all honesty, it's a pretty good first chapter."

Press stared out the window as the ship moved through the air. To any onlooker it would seem like he was merely admiring the landscape, but he was really lost in thought, and there were plenty of thoughts to keep him in that state. His inventions, his transfer to Beacon, his future, the list was endless. He was embarking on perhaps the greatest adventure in his life, and Press couldn't help but smile. After his multiple mistakes and failures in Haven, he managed to turn that all around and pass his classes with flying colors. Now he was joining one of the greatest Hunter training academies in the world, if not the greatest.

But enough about the past. He turned to look at the others, some of whom were busy chatting to their friends and what not. There was one person who was wearing a fantastic suit of armor, and Press made a mental note to study it later. He sighed, taking it all in, chuckling at a girl's exclamation of a robot on the ship, and examined the rest of everyone's weapons. Some were quite interesting, while others were mundane, but Press examined each one with keen interest. He compared them to his arms, wondering how he could use some ideas to improve his arms, and absentmindedly flexed the fingers on his right hand.

Carmine grimaced as she looked towards the large airship windows. She stepped cautiously towards the window and looked out at the view, taking in the sight of the City of Vale far below. She stepped back away from the window, her head swimming from the height, and gave a hiss of displeasure, a small jet of flame shooting out from between her teeth. Carmine was a tall girl, but stood with a perpetual slump, huddled under her long red coat, with sleeves that hung down past her hands, hiding the heavy red metal gauntlets that she wore on each wrist. "Why must humans insist on trying to become like birds?" She mumbled discontentedly. "If they were meant to fly they'd have been born with wings..." She glanced at a tall brown haired man standing by the window and shook her head in wonder. How could he be so comfortable standing on the edge of the abyss like that.

To take her mind off the fact that she was basically standing in a giant metal tube, hanging hundreds of feet in the air she closed her eyes and flicked a long forked tongue. Lightning fast, out and back in, and she tasted the dozens of new scents in the air around her. One taste stood out among the others, likely because she was standing so close to him. She opened her eyes and turned her gaze back to the man by the window and flicked out her tongue again, singling out that one specific scent. It was a taste of oil and burning air something she associated with machinery and electricity. Everyone had a unique taste and Carmine would now forever associate that particular taste with that man.

Lupus ran to the railing Clutching his mouth. past the broken bench which the annoying singing girl had broken. Past another guy at the railing talking to himself. as he sickeningly hurled up his breakfast, he had tried concealing his velocity on a airship and caused motion sickness... why did he always have to think and do the most stupidest of things. he Hurled again... before wiping his mouth with his sleeve, how embarrassing. Lupus clutched his head his hat was still on, Thank god. he noticed the other boy at the railing. who had just left. Lupus. Curious as he was Followed the Guy. the first thing he noticed about the guy was the fact he wore a green Hoodie. Lupus shrugged to himself. The guy sat all alone, drinking, Lupus sniffed the air, Coffee. Lupus, stomach kicked him. he hadn't eaten this morning so he was starving. with a Rampaging stomach. Lupus sat next to the guy.

Lupus sat next to the guy not out of pity for him but out of self pity. because even if the guy turned and threw him across the room at least he had company. Lupus let out a heavy sigh as Pulled out the twin swords. Gemini from its leather bindings he held the twins as one hoping to not reveal his secret weapon he flicked the air in front of him. with the sword *swish*. the sword made lupus grin a wolfish grin. as he put it back in its harness. Lupus turned to the other guy. "Em Hey" Lupus said his body shivering from a unseen cold. he was nervous. this was his first try at making a friend since signal and that didn't go that well. Lupus shuddered at the memory's of the god forsaken bully's and their unholy torments

Fatigued pink eyes blinked out from beneath a cascading curtain of shaggy brown hair as Valk heard a commotion on the bench next to himself. Some hyperactive girl had managed to utterly destroy one of the seating arrangements that was luckily unoccupied. One, he mentally reminded himself, that was just beside him. "W'll that woulda hurt..." He said in a groggy murmur of displeasure. Normally he'd have called out the careless girl, but considering he'd only just caught this flight after a longer one from Mistral he was jet-lagged and too out of sorts to properly get riled up. As he settled back into his seat feeling fairly certain he couldn't do anything to himself he brightened a bit; this was exactly the sort of thing that usually caused people to dislike him after all, bluntly critiquing their actions or butting in when his opinion wasn't wanted, and here he'd managed to avoid it.

Thank you jetlag~ He thought to himself as he raised his left hand to his opening maw to stifle a yawn. The motion was slow and tedious and took entirely too much effort, thereby reminding him just how exhausted and awful he felt. Scratch that. Go away, jetlag... Feeling his thoughts begin to drift and his body begin to respond less and less to his commands the traveler decided it best to move around a bit. Raising his arms skywards Vask stretched his fingers wide and rolled out the little kinks forming in his neck. That done he grasped the wrist of one arm with the fingers of his opposite hand and leaned far to the side until his lattisimus dorsi and his upper arm began to ache with the extended stretching, and then it was time to lean the opposing direction and swap his grip the other way around. Of course this didn't do much in the way of waking him up, but he didn't intend to get up and wander around; after all, he'd just seen someone destroy a bench, and another passenger had just randomly drawn a pair of swords for no reason. If turbulence were to hit anyone standing had a pretty good chance of being impaled or flattened by the reckless actions of the people aboard.

Across the row from him Vask heard someone muttering about flying and now that his blood was flowing a bit, and his mind a tad more active he did what he usually did... He blurted out the first thing that came into his head; "And if we were meant to hunt we'd have been born with claws instead of forging guns or swords. If we were meant to communicate over long distances we'd have been born with telepathy, but instead we made phones and computers. If we were meant to survive harsh winters we'd still be born with fur." Mentally he chided himself for just forcing conversation upon the young woman who somehow seemed to be breathing fire... Note to self; do not stand in front of her if she looks like she's about to sneeze. "Point of fact;" He began, beginning to gesture with his hands as his miniature tirade began to pick up. "...almost ninety percent of the things we do are unnatural, or don't fit with the gifts we've been born with, the only reason flying seems so alien and so forced is because it's something that most people aren't accustomed to doing every day."

He was about to go on, but realized that he was doing exactly what he'd promised himself he wouldn't do. He was being blunt, and overeager, and awkward in his attempts at communication. More than that, he realized, he wasn't really leaving room for her to get a word in edgewise. As his mouth opened in what was likely an attempt to continue on he lightly bit the tip of his tongue, wincing a bit at the sudden sensation, but needing the physical reminder to just shut up for a moment.

"Um... that is to say... hi?" He wearily smiled in a manner that looked to comingle apology and politeness in a single action, giving a half-hearted wave as he did so. Great job. He told himself, sighing under his breath at his poor people skills. Now she's gonna think there's something wrong with you and tell you to buzz off. His eyes took on a slightly distant look in that instant as he envisioned it, becoming a bit dejected from his own daydreams and losing track of what was actually going on around him.

Today marked Indigo's first time [i]flying[/]. He wasn't exactly comfortable with it, but the ride is turning out to be much smoother than he anticipated. Observing his surroundings, the students him seemed to be anxious or excited for their first days at beacon. Some even seemed to be showing off their weapons to their soon to be friends... or enemies. Anyways, he tried his best not to stand out to much from the crowd and instead of standing around and walking to kill the time he preferred to sit down and perhaps enjoy or not enjoy, a few drinks as the time passes by. Eventually he reached a bar, where very few people seemed to be seated. "Are these the type of guys who needs a drink to calm themselves down? They wouldn't bother with me, right?" He thought to himself as he took a seat a bit further away from another student with brown hair drinking what seems to be coffee, who also seemed to be preoccupied with another student.

"I'll take some orange juice, please." He said to the server in which the server responded with an agreeing nod as he prepares the juice for him. Few seconds passed by and cup of orange juice appeared in front of him. He grabbed the cup, which already disappointed him due to the fact it was lukewarm. "Uh, can I bother you for some ice?" He asked the server, who bent over the counter and grabbed bucket of ice cubes in which he gently dropped a few into his drink. "Thanks." He proceeds to drink from it and was dissatisfied with it. "Yep! No matter how much I drink it I still hate it, but its strangely addicting. Orange juice." As he reaches for the cup again to fetch an ice cube to suck on.

He was tasked to find something here at Beacon from his father. He wondered was it to be friends, friendship, adventure, or was it to keep him out of capturing Faunus for the business. But either way, Indigo never really retaliated back at the thought of leaving his family behind. It was dull there and this might prove to be a fresh beginning into something bigger, perhaps. Although, nothing is really gonna change as of the moment, unless the technology that was keeping them flying malfunctioned. His eyes dart back and forth to the students in his vicinity, some were Faunus, which made him uncomfortable in the form of some mild guilt, but there's no way they would know what his family was now doing to their kind. The Lillemore family is only renown for capturing creatures not enslaving Faunus. He let out a heavy sigh.

Letting his imagination run wild to pass the time, maybe the thing his father wanted him to search for was something he could only find during this moment. Perhaps a flying fortress of some sort that would be filled with treasure and unique designs. He sighed once more at the stupid imagination of him being tasked of finding a Laputa of some sort, but it would've been interesting if he was really tasked to do so.

Carmine turned her dark slitted eyes on the young man near the destroyed bench, who had spoken to her. She watched him silently for a long moment, staring out from under a shock of fiery red hair. She considered how to respond to the young man's tirade and his awkward greeting. "Some of us are born with claws, though..." She said quietly. She strolled towards the man and stopped a few feet away from the bench he was seated on. Lightning quick, her tongue flicked out and back in again. The young man had a complex scent, the taste of cooking food soaked into his skin. Carmine tilted her head slightly to one side as she returned his greeting. "Hi." She opted not to wave however, remaining slumped with her arms hanging at her side.

Amongst the eager, and anticipating, Eurwen was unfortunately the odd one out. Despite all of her training, preparation, and excitement for Beacon, she couldn’t help but find herself succumbing to anxiety. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with, and as it swelled within her chest, and churned in her stomach, she did everyting she could to take to her mind off her thoughts. For most of the airship ride the new school Eurwen kept to herself, arms tightly crossed in discomfort as she sat in the back corner trying to seem as small and insignificant as possible. It wasn't like her to act like this, in fact, the rabbit was typically the polar opposite. The first day at Firelight she had become acquainted with the majority of the students in the airship, and while they all didn't share the same enthusiasm for bonding as she did, Eurwen still didn't have a problem speaking to them. Not like now, though.

Going into a school like this with a cocky attitude was sure to get you killed, but self-doubt was sure to do the same. The diversity among the airship was great, ranging from her kind to humans alike. They all went their own training, and tribulations to end up here, and the rabbit knew she was no different. She had earned her spot here, so there was no reason to feel so drawn. Despite any encouragement she tried to give herself, Eurwen was still stuck worrying. She knew her parents would be disappointed if they could see her now, shaking in her boots, and second guessing herself despite all the training, and stress she had put herself and them through.

A soft 'tsk' escaped her lips as she turned her gaze out the window in frustration, 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Sitting in her chair, her fingers tapped anxiously along the top of her palm, making it evident as to how antsy she had become. Casting a glance over the crowd once again, a heavy sigh hummed through her chest as she thought to herself once more, ‘Not gonna get anywhere just sitting here, I guess.’ Exhausted with herself, and done with the anxious feelings, Eurwen stood from her chair and decided to head to the drink bar.

Weaving through the crowd, the faunus looked over the menu above, before calling out her order once she stood at the bar, "Gin and Tonic, please!" Receiving a look from the bartender, it became quickly obvious he didn't know how to take a joke, "Ah.. just some water, then?" Eyes half lidded with annoyance, she looked away and leaned her cheek against her fist while propping her arm up along the bar. Meekly looking back and forth at the students surround her the clink of the glass cup against the counter forced her attention away before she took the cup into her hand.

With the edge of the glass only inches before her lips a loud crash near one of the many bay windows caused the rabbit to jump, and to unfortunately spill her drink all over the person before her. Eyes wide with terror, and jaw slack in awe, Eurwen held the cup uselessly in her hands as she stared at the massive wet stain, "I.. ah-- I am so sorry!" Scrambling over her words and desperately clawing for a rag behind the counter. Hesitant to dry the stain herself, she held out the rag unsure if she should touch the other or let them dry themselves. Trying to make light of the situation a sheepish smile slipped along features as her tanned cheeks burned red, "Great first impression, huh?" Of course all this did was make the situation even more awkward seeing as she didn't even recognize the victim of her clumsiness. Geez, she was off her game today.

The Silver Lining:

Compassion:

”...Now let’s just see how this story arc progresses.” Gen thought to himself as he continued to indulge himself with the ground drink. He glanced around, sneaking peeks at his fellow students from time to time. Though his observation skills weren’t as adept as most, he got a relative idea of who he would be working with for the rest of his time at Beacon. Whilst his allies were among the crowd, there were also those who would end up becoming competitors. The teen had fully grasped how important these next few days would be. He indeed had faith in Tactician’s ability to choose the right teammates, the persona only thought about how beneficial they are on the battlefield. He leaves it to Gen to deal with every other aspect, such as social ordeals, studies, and self-management. It’d probably be in T’s best interests to find a balanced team. Though he probably won’t take into consideration their own opinions and beliefs. I’ll just have to trust him and watch from the waiting room.” Once the airship arrives at the port, the students will most likely be left to wander until the opening ceremony. Gen had a vague conception of what the other students and himself will be put through tomorrow. Euuugh. How can you drink that stuff, C? And you’re drinking it black as well! I hope you get a tummy ache, and then your pained stomach will keep you awake for the whole night!” Hio smiled feinly at the persona’s complaints, ”There’s a difference between receiving the taste mentally, and feeling the texture of the drink. Since the personas were in a sense, a manifestation of Gen’s sub-conscious, they knew the taste of every delicacy the teen has consumed.

Even though his eyes were narrowed at the brown liquid, he noticed a figure in his peripheral vision. As he turned to his side, Gen focused on the aesthetic qualities of the student. The teen was sporting a brown v-neck jacket, he also had a red bandana tied around his forehead, topped off with a cap concealing a portion of his grey hair. ”See, guys, this person right here looks pretty laid-back. Probably a nice person to converse w-” Gen was cut off mid-thought when the very person he was complimenting suddenly unsheathed and readied both of his shortswords. The teen nearly fell off the stool in astonishment as his eyes darted to the reflective metal, serrated and sharp to the point. An internal alarm was blaring within Hio, his fight-or-flight system kicked in. It was excruciatingly tiring to stop T. from ripping Gen from the controls and taking the situation into his own hands. If C.’s grip was any looser, the battle-rounded persona would have most likely kicked the newcomer back. After creating some distance, there would be nothing stopping the persona from unleashing volleys upon volleys on the student. ”It’s ok T. It’s ok. Stand down.” He thought to himself, taking short gasps of air as he affirmed his command over the body.

Gen managed a greeting smile and nodded, “Hello. I’m Gen Hio. Pleased to meet you.” He introduced himself in an unoriginal fashion. Within the span of a few minutes, two other students waltzed over to the bar for refreshments. The first was a male of similar age, who had lazily combed black hair spread over his face. He was wearing plain, snowwhite formal attire, accompanied by a blue tie which matched the ends of his sleeves. The other student was vastly more unique than Gen, her most notable feature was her race, obviously of faunus origin. She appeared to resemble a rabbit, as her ears blended in with her beige-tinted hair, accompanied by an aesthetically public tail. He had to commend her for openly displaying her heritage, though A. clicked his tongue as soon as he laid eyes on her. ”Damn, there are too many fauni in this school. There are too many in general. Just a bunch of ani-” He soon acknowledged Compassion’s nonchalant stare on him. To those around Gen, it would appear that he was just staring at empty space. The persona relinquished the rest of his comment and looked off to his side, “Well, looks like we are all in need of refreshments, yes?” A few other students wandered over to the bar, ordering their own choice of drink. The other students were surprised by a crashing sound near one of the bay windows. Gen’s ears picked up the sounds of water splashing onto the floor, yet he was only lightly showered. The unfortunate receiver of the drink was another student sitting next to him. He half-expected a comment out of Aggressor, but the persona was too busy rolling on the floor, gasping for air between laughs. Exuberance was following suit, of course in a higher pitch. He let out a sigh and looked up at the bartender with a weary expression, “I’m going to need another cup of coffee, please.”

It appeared that those who went to Beacon were quite a ways more unique that the students who had gone to Firelight. While Ashart was used to students showing off their weapons, or indulging in meaningless destruction, or impress the ladies with Daddy’s new power suit, what he wasn’t as accustom to was the sheer volume of students who appeared to be socially inept. Back in Firelight, a prestigious private school composed mainly of upper-class students, everyone was capable of holding a charmingly elegant conversation about politics or ballroom dancing, but here?

The fact that one student introduced himself to another while brandishing a psycho-smile and two swords was enough to convince him that most people really didn’t understand how to approach strangers.

Seated in the bar section, which was at least a little bit quieter than the commons area of the air ship, the Chimp Faunus leaned against the wooden counter, scrolling through the contacts list on his holopad. Of the people from Firelight who have chosen to go to the melting pot of Beacon, he only knew of Fir Juneau. Well, it would be nice to see her face again, catch up to things and such. Shooting her a quick text in regards to his location, he listened to the light ping that resounded as the message was sent, before storing it in his trousers.

Today, the young man had opted for a simpler outfit than before. A well-tailor suit jacket with a red collared shirt and slim trousers. Beacon’s dress code was light enough for him to forgo the tie, a far cry from the enforced elegance of Firelight. While it may not have been practical for girls to fight on high heels, it was still a course back in Firelight: how to fight off Grimm and ruffians while constrained by uncomfortable clothing. An enlightening course, that was.

Turning around to face the bartender, a dark-haired man in his thirties, he casually slid over his identification, complete with a false birthdate, and asked, his tone steady and assured, “Bourbon on the rocks, please.”

Then, someone’s water spilled over him, and, without skipping a beat, Ashart smoothly continued, “Perhaps a towel as well, and a gin-and-tonic for my associate there?”

The bartender looked at him for a moment, before looking back to his ID, and then shrugged, walking off to the display of fancy-looking alcohol.

Seating himself down on the barstool, the Chimp Faunus, his hair and clothing drenched in some weirdishly fashionable way, remarked, “Fancy meeting you here, Eurwen. As far as first impressions go, at least it’d give me something to smile about later. Why’re you going to Beacon, and not Torchwood?”

"Mm?" It took a moment for Vask to realize that she had actually responded to him, lost as he was in his own thoughts of her cutting off their conversation. "What did you...?" He began, his mind reeling with the effort to recall her words of moments before. She'd brought claws up, of that he was sure... coupled with the peculiar way she flicked her tongue in his direction he made a small gasp of understanding and nodded his head. "Certainly; some of the Faunus are born with claws, but even then the vast majority of them make use of the convenience of modern weaponry on top of their innate hunter's tools. Not to mention the fact that they make use of all the other conveniences like phones, and cars, and water treatment facilities; so nay-saying a single one of my points doesn't really make the others any less valid." He was being argumentative and brusque, but he couldn't help it. Something in his upbringing made it tough for him to back down, and something in his nature made it difficult for him to shut up.

Still; she seemed not to be telling him off or wandering away, so he bit his tongue(again, quite literally) and watched as she actually got up and came closer to him. "Uh..." He said, as articulately as he could manage with her just standing there near him. "Hi." He repeated as inside his own mind a mental imag flared up of slapping himself in the forehead for his awkwardness. "I mean; Nice to meet you, I'm Vask." He rose to his feet then, his head spinning a bit from the effort commingled with his exhaustion. He reached a hand out to the idle girl, obviously offering to shake hers. "Are you some kind of snake Faunus?" He said, barreling on heedless of common courtesy and asking about her race, the curiosity taking command of his mouth.

Hearing, but paying no heed to the many conversations that filled the air, Oren took his stroll at a leisurely, almost lazy pace. With his hands clasped behind him, his path took him through various rooms and down a seemingly endless hallway. The hum of machinery came and went as he walked down this stretch of the airship, and it was a nice break to the sound of conversation. Before long though, he could hear the sound of other students once again. Pausing to take a look outside, he watched the landscape move past before something wrenched his attention away. A mixture of sounds, none that boded well, filled the air and he pulled away from the window slowly. Unable to see what had actually happened, Oren moved away from the railings he’d been leaning on and towards the sound’s source.

As he rounded the corner though, Oren was forced to abruptly halt lest he bowl over the other student. The single optic on his helmet glowed softly as he looked at the student he had just bumped into. “My apologies,” he murmured, though the voice was somewhat muffled and distorted by the helmet. Not enough to sound completely inhuman, but it could be described as somewhat artificial as if trying to imitate a human’s voice. “Not a robot, just a suit,” was the reply he gave to her excited exclamation, as he turned his gaze away from her. Further away he could see the remains of a bench that had been completely demolished to pieces, and judging from the students’ gazes that were just turning away, this girl was at fault. Well, that and the brief expression of guilt he had noticed before it changed into pain and subsequently awe. It wasn’t his concern though, so Oren didn’t bother mentioning anything as his curiosity was satisfied.

“If you’ll excuse me.” It was hard to express any sort of tone when his voice was altered, but the words might have just sounded polite. Stepping beside her, Oren figured he would continue with his wandering of the ship. There seemed to be nothing different in here, simply more students mingling about with one another. A drink bar was present in this area so he did make a mental note of that, although he didn’t think he would be making use of it.

Lupus. stopped grinning, his wolfish smile usually put people off. he forgot about that. he began fiddling with the dust vial he had Threw one up into the air. and concealed its velocity before it hit the Wooden bar table so instead of shattering it made a light *tink*. Lupus then had a thought what happened if you mixed dust colors. he stopped himself with the dust veils on the table. as he turned to respond to the guy who was scared of his smile... "oh its gen that's quite the rare name. my name is..." he paused not knowing if he should trust the guy who stared a lot finally he gave in "Lupus" he said trying to see what weapon the guy had each weapon was a extention of one's self.

Lupus began to bore. weather or not to Mix the vials. he was a see it to believe it person. but he wondered if they would explode... he hesitated. "Ah Screw it" He said almost shouting as he mixed the dust vials. Nothing happened. Lupus peered closer looking closely maybe he had discovered a working comb- *Boom* Lupus was blown back by the explosion. his hat was laying beside him Dazed Lupus muttered curses under his breath as he rubbed his back which was now in serious pain... Lupus tried to see and wiped the dust from his Brown eyes. He pulled back his hair which had fell on his face. his bandana was still attached Thank god Lupus thought, he didn't need that type of problem... not now... Lupus looked up at his spot at the bar. his stool was broken in half his swords where a couple of feet away. the straps broken they lay as a single sword still attached by the magnets.

Lupus sighed he wasn't gonna mix dust anytime soon...

Terror(ism)

Compassion:

Gen continued to chug down the beverage as he listened in on the conversation two seats to his left. It turns out the individual who had been drenched was acquainted with the beverage’s owner. ”That’s quite the coincidence.” He thought to himself as he set down the cup, checking the current time, and how long it was until their arrival. The teen wasn’t too fond of cramped places and wanted to plant his feet on some solid ground. ”Man, I can’t wait until I see our room! I hope there’s some nice shelf I can rest on, it’s stuffy in that bag of yours! And the bag keeps shaking, it’s making me dizzy.” Even though they are seen as copies of himself, they are still technically tied to their stuffed origins, which are currently packed away inside of Gen’s suitcase. Since his belongings were in the cargo section, is had been quite the bumpy ride for the pseudo-animals. He peered over to his right, noticing the student who introduced himself as ‘Lupus’, was holding something in his hands. After realizing that the vials were full of dust, the teen spun the lid off of one and poured out its contents. Gen watched as particles full of energy fluttered into the air away from the main mass. The bartender was too busy crafting an alcoholic masterpiece to care about what the student was doing. Lupus inspected another vial full of a different colored type of dust, squinting at resource as he shined it in the light. Once he felt satisfied, he eased off the lid and focused on the pile resting on the counter. ”Wait a moment…” Gen’s eyes widened in realization at what the young man was about to attempt. Why he would do it in such an unorthodox place, a bar on an AIRSHIP full of students, Hio didn’t even want to try wrapping around the student’s mind process. As soon as he was about to reach out to Lupus, he heard a voice in the back of his head.

”Priority alpha. Taking control of body. Proceeding actions are in self-defense.” The monotone statement instantly caused Gen’s vision the blur, he felt himself yanked from the command post of his own body, allowing a certain persona to take over.

Tactician

The scene before him slowed down in his eyes, allowing him to fully assess his possibilities. As the first impurity mixed, a chemical reaction was kicked off between the different types of dust. ”Primary objective: Keep the body safe. Minimize damage as much as possible. Secondary objective: Nullify attacker, to counteract any future mishaps.” Tactician thought to himself as he leaped into action at a lightning rate. With his right arm, he grasped the zipper of his hoodie and quickly pulled down. T. then propelled the piece of attire towards the pile, hoping that it would cover it by the time of the reaction. With his free arm, he pushed the black-haired man away, making sure he would be left mostly unscathed. With the remaining second, T. tried to lean off of the bench, trying to create as much of a gap as possible. “Sorry about your hoodie, Compassion.” He murmured as the reaction ignited, sending both Lupus and T. flying back a couple of meters. Though there explosion didn’t singe their bodies at all, the mere force exerted joggled his vision. He landed on his back and felt a pinch of pain run up his spine, though he clenched his teeth behind his closed lips and kept in the yelp. Tactician groaned and stood up whilst Lupus was still dusting himself off. He narrowed his eyes at the teen, ”Primary objective: Complete. Proceeding with secondary.” He began to reach for the firearm on his back, though his arm froze when a voice spoke up, ”No need for that. I’ll deal with it myself, T. Your job is done.” T. gave a nod of acknowledgement and let his arm slack to his side, giving the controls back to Compassion.

Compassion:

Gen stretched out as Lupus finally got up. He glanced over at the damage dealt by the teen’s naivety; both of their benches and the counter were signed with a black char. The wood was caked in evaporated coffee, dyeing the carpentry with mixing colors. The other students were left virtually unharmed, though they were probably shocked from such a sudden reaction. “Damn. He could have at least kept my hoodie.” The remains of the overwear were scattered across the area of effect, burned to a crisp. Hio let out a sigh, thanking the apparel for its noble sacrifice.A deep voice grumbled from behind the bar, followed by the shuffling of glass and debris.

“What the hell?! My bar! Whoever did this, you are compensating me!”
..rose from behind his fallen mini-tavern, a glass which used to contain gin still in his hand. A majority of his shirt was blown off in the explosion, leaving his fit exterior for the public to see. Gen mentally facepalmed at the sight, ”...All I wanted was a peaceful cup of coffee.” He pouted to himself as the very cause of the explosion was laughing hysterically.

“Perhaps a towel as well, and a gin-and-tonic for my associate there?” Eurwen was stunned. She had just spilled her water on this guy, and he was buying her a drink? Unsure of what was even going on, and frozen to the spot she struggled to find the right words, however the long haired Hunter was able to beat her to the punch once again, “Fancy meeting you here, Eurwen. As far as first impressions go, at least it’d give me something to smile about later. Why’re you going to Beacon, and not Torchwood?” Eyes narrowing in uncertainty, the rabbit faunus leaned in close, leaving inches between them as she stared hard into his eyes. However after a few seconds, her suspicious look melted into one of pure delight and with a wide smile, Eurwen began to hop in place happily as she finally realized who the boy before her was, "Ash!"

Having gone to Firelight with him, she didn't quite recognize him in normal attire, or rather, formal attire, "I feel like it's been so long--I didn't even recognize you without the bunny suit." Realizing she was still hopping, a red tint covered her cheeks before she briskly sat down and handed him the other rag she had snagged from behind the bar, "Sorry about the water, again." Hands folded along her lap now, Eurwen twisted to and fro on the bar stool as she finally answered his question, "After Firelight I had thought about going to Torchwood, but.. it was just a bit out my budget." Like Firelight, Torchwood was another prestigious school in Vacuo. Those who could pay were easily accepted, but coming from a middle-class family along with being a Faunus would have made her application difficult.

Looking over at the bartender as he worked on their drinks, a giddy smile was clear on the rabbits face. Days of raiding of her parents alcohol pantry came to mind, along with all the times she had bribed Ashart into using his fake ID to buy her a drink. While she wasn't of age, Alcohol was her biggest weakness, and her favorite pastime. "You know me so well.~" Returning her attention back to the dark haired male, the chatterbox continued, seemingly unfazed by the suspicious look the bartender threw back at her, "Anyway, both of my parents went here, so it only felt right that I apply. And--I mean.. Beacon just seemed like it was the place for me, ya’ know?”

It was at those words that a figure on the opposite corner caught her eye. Bright brown hues widened in horror, as her jaw dropped once again. He was playing with dust like sand! Without a second though Eurwens hand shot out, grabbing Ash by the shoulder and activating her semblance split second before the reaction. With a deafening boom and and a heavy plume of smoke and debris the dust exploded, throwing the boy from the bar and sending the rest of the students into a frenzy. Standing amongst the smoke, a heavy black aura surrounded both Eurwen and Ashart as the smoke casually drifted through them, but while physically uneffected the shrill noise of the boom had deafened her sensitive ears, causing a painful headache to throb through her temples. With her free hand sitting along her right ear tenderly, she dropped her grip on Asharts shoulder once her semblance deactivated, “You alright?”

The aircraft was the proverbial ship of fools, or, at least, that was the first impression that Fir had of the band of individuals within her eye shot. The incoming students of Beacon Academy were a far cry from the relatively homogenous student body that she was used to Firelight. Instead, the airship felt more like a caricature of the diverse body of people in a crowded big city bus, if there was such a thing. Fir Juneau sat on the upper deck of the airship, watching her fellow newcomers as she nibbled on a small jelly cookie. She likely looked the most “normal” of the people on deck –She wore a simple orange knit sweater over an understated black school uniform. But she, too stood out, as she duly noted her lack of baggage compared to other students had already led to a few skewed glances or skeptical expressions. Indeed, she carried nothing on her body but the clothes she wore and the cookie she ate—everything else was safely hidden away in her own bubble of space.

Melodramatic thoughts and opinions aside, the socially awkward freshman crowd was normal enough, save for a certain man in a tin suit sitting down and the rather conspicuous looking silver-haired fellow by the railings. She recognized the armor the fellow was donning as a top-tier model of one of Gruppe Juneau’s competitors, and ultimately she dismissed the guy as some rich kid who was showing off his expensive set of battle armor that his father gave him. The bloke by the railing, however, put Fir on a bit of an edge as he tactlessly (and overzealously) brandished his weapons in a fit of… whatever angsty emotion the kid was experiencing. Fir subconsciously edged herself away in her seat. In any case, there were a few acquaintances from her previous school attending Beacon, so transitioning into this new environment shouldn’t be too big of a deal.

Whatever uncomfortable thoughts Juneau had were interrupted by a near-silent beep in her ear, and a small phone-sized holopad appeared in her hand, almost as if it slid down from her sleeve.

Aha, speak of the devil! Her fellow big-gun wielding friend Mr. Bunnysuit Ashart was in the bar just forward of where she was. Her phone disappeared again, and Fir stood up from the little bench she was sitting on. She might as well drop by and catch up with her former classmate. Taking off the sweater that covered her uniform, Fir left the windswept open deck into the bar below.

Unfortunately, the first thing that Fir saw upon entering the bar area was not the beautifully arranged drinks nor her fellow classmates Ash and Eurwen by the rather buff bartender, but the disturbing bloke from earlier, playing idly with several vials of primary-colored dust at the bar counter. Several vials of colored dust that Fir specifically knew made up the basic ingredients for a volatile reagent used in bomb-making. Pouring random dust together might as well been akin to mixing bleach and ammonia, a big no-no that everybody except terrorists knew not to do.

“Hey, mister! Hey! Listen, I wouldn't-” she started, drawing closer.

But alas, it was too late, and in a second, the bar, the drinks, and the bartender’s shirt were no more, and there was now a great deal of soot all over Fir and her face.

Carmine tilted her head to the other side, giving the young man named Vask a quizzical look. His scatterbrained manner was putting her of her game a little. She didn't like the way he kept switching from bluntly argumentative, to awkwardly charming. After a long moment had passed she realised that she should probably say something and, as she prepared to take his hand and shake it, she responded with "No, I'm a Salama-" Before she finish her sentence the airship shook under the Dust explosion at the bar.

Carmine, already uncomfortable with flying, gave a cry of terror and very nearly leapt into Vask's arms. Her head snapped around towards the source of the explosion, a jet of fire hissing out between her teeth. "Oh no! Not like this!" She cried, clinging to Vask. "I don't wanna die like this!" The damage caused by the explosion was really that serious, not counting the now non-existent bar, but for all Carmine knew the whole airship could be about to plummet from the sky, and she was very conscious about just how high up they were. She suddenly let go of Vask and dropped down into a crouch, covering her head with her hands, spitting out little jets of fire with every panicked breath and shaking with fear.