[b]“Well,”[/b] he replied, [b]“I probably should have, but I didn’t think security in Beacon would be THIS lax. Guess the headmaster doesn’t care, as long as tuition is paid.”[/b]

Ignoring the fact that Eurwen looked like she was ready to kill whomever had destroyed her source of alcohol, because their resident airship terrorist was already getting chewed up by the complaints and admonishments of other students, Ashart instead brushed a bit of debris off his shoulder before shrugging. The strawberry blonde girl did have a rather…vacuous look in her eyes, but the Chimp Faunus really shouldn’t judge her for that. Deciding to take the middle ground, he said, [b]“I wouldn’t go as far as to equate their attention span to that of goldfish, Fir. Beacon should be an…open enough school to accept applications from those with ADHD as well.”[/b]

Of course, that goes back to his whole idea that Beacon just accepted anyone who could pay for the tuition, but he didn’t find a need to restate his opinion once more. Certainly, there were skilled first years amongst them who weren’t completely idiotic, irresponsible, or insane. He’ll just imagine that he hasn’t found those types of people yet. Outside of the Torchwood trio, obviously.

Standing up at Eurwen’s own question, he waved away her worries. [b]“Nothing particular happened. Just on a whim, and cause my mom wanted me to check out how my older sister was doing. And hey, despite how unique most of the students are here, it’ll be a nice cultural experience.”[/b]

Man, he really did sound like he was constantly insulting every Signal student here, wasn’t he?

He picked up his silver baseball bat, wrapped the black ribbon around his right forearm, and then jerked his head towards the PA. [b]“Guess we should be heading out now. Maybe they have an illegal gin-and-tonic bootlegger in one of Beacon’s alleyways?”[/b]