As Indi stared at Saph intently, waiting to hear her response, the bell rang, destroying any hope of getting a good lunch. A groan of annoyance left his mouth, and he got up to leave the lunch room. Saph took her leave, saying she'd see them after class, not bothering to answer his question. "I'll keep you to that." He said, obviously out of her hearing range. He wanted to confirm his win, even though he was about 90% sure he had already won. He was quite surprised she was even a leader, literally everyone else on the team seemed like a better choice. Maybe Ozpin was just stupid or something, who knows? Indi left the cafeteria alone. His team was gone, and he didn't feel like talking to others right now. He only had two girls on his mind; Cia, and Lana. Maybe a brother or sister, too. That reminded him, he had an idea for a dust sword. Well, whatever, he'd deal with it in class. He'd need to actually learn more than the basics first if he wanted to craft something more complex than the Hatchet-SMG combo he had on him. When he got to the classroom, he took a look around at the students who had gotten there. Ivan was there, Shiro, Geni, someone who's name started with a D, Danny, he thought. Saph was there too, sitting next to an incredibly attractive woman in immensely flattering clothing. His face got red for about the fifteenth time that day, and he gulped. He hadn't seen this girl before, he definitely would have remembered her face. And body, jeez, that body... He was not sitting next to Saph, he could confront her after class. Right now he needed an asshole to get him back in the mood to be better than others. He sat down next to Ivan. "Hey dude, what's up?" He asked, unclipping his weapons from his waistline and placing them on the desk to investigate where to improve.

No other members of Bastion in this class. Lucky her- Sapphire's speech snapped Amy out of her stupor, the feathers in her hair standing up slightly in surprise. She smoothed them back down quickly, her face turning slightly red as she did. "Th-thanks," she said, quickly regaining her composure. "My name's Amaran-Amy." Her Semblance, always on at a low level and amped up by her nervousness, made her very aware of the tiger Faunus' growling, but she was doing her absolute best to ignore it. She took the twin sleeves of Unchained Fury off and laid them on the desk in front of her, the sudden rush of cold air on her arms making her skin stand up in goosebumps. "Nice hair. Very... Blue."

Interesting team as Sarina wished she had more time to talk with them as she wasn’t keeping in check the time. The bell recently just ranged and it was time for 4th period. Sarina next class was Grimm studies with Mr. Port. Sarina eventually entered into class. She decided to sit in the middle left edge of the classroom to try to not arouse any suspicion. Though being the Star student of Beacon, she knew she would be noticed immediately by Port. Her expression was blank as she made a depressing sigh looking down at the floor. That depressing sigh made her remember a painful memory back in Haven. An image flashed in her mind of a girl on her knees with a sword in her hand touching her abdomen. The thought of it to her was quickly warded off as she thought of playing lively music. Though the image still lingered… She remembered how painful it was to watch… Edit: Disregard this post

Geni's tail flicked around agitatedly, this faunas was kind of weird. Although Geni had made it a rule not to judge people, it was kind of hard to do so when the guys you set next to looked like he wanted to bite the hell out anything that moved. Geni a mental note not to make this guy is mad, it might be the end of him. "Interesting weapon it is." He said nervously. "Your weapon looks like a real killer, mind if I take a swing." He said with a smile. This Tiger Faunas was the first faunas he had a real calm conversation with since the Mokuren incident. He hoped that this conversation would turn out better than the last one. Geni then noticed another faunas in the room, and this time it was a girl. Geni had unusually bad luck with girls, but that did not stop himself from flirting or talking to them. "Excuse me for one moment." He said to the tiger faunas before he could respond to his earlier request. He stood up and walked over to the woman's table. She was an unusual faunas, she was kind of like a bird, that was different, and she was dressed well for a student. "Hello, my name is Geni, but you can call me Genie." He said holding his hand out for her to shake. "Your a new student, huh, well, I guess a new, new student." He said jokingly.

She said yes! She said yes! Robert had to use all of his self-control to keep himself from jumping up and down in excitement, and verbally expressing it as well. He almost couldn't believe it. The only physical sign of his almost overwhelming joy was the ridiculous grin he had on his face. As Priscilla wrapped her arm around him he wrapped his arm around her with his free hand, since he was still holding his uneaten food. Robert then noticed that Priscilla was eyeing his food. He offered it to her, but not without spinning a joke out of the situation. "Here, take what you want, Ms. I'm-so-angry-that-I'm-going-to-throw-all-of-my-food-away-in-a-fit-of-rage." He laughed just to make sure that she knew he was teasing her and not making fun of her. The bell suddenly rang, the noise so loud that it cut off any thought that Robert was having of saying another bad joke. "Please tell me you have Grimm Studies with Mr. Port, too. I'd hate to have to walk their alone," he said, his tone sounding like a mixture of forced sadness and suppressed laughter. Never mind, it appears that nothing can stop Robert from expressing his horrible sense of humor.

Noticing that no one seemed to be burning bridges Victor relaxed a little, "Sure, I guess I can forgive you but I don't know about Victor, he's probably hurt after you offended his great captain." Victor had to raise an eyebrow at Rayna's retort and had to cover a laugh with a cough when she winked at him. Returning Rayna's food to her Victor was almost offended that she had to ask if he had her food "Of course I do, I wouldn't be doing a good job of guarding your stuff if I had left it unguarded would I? Anyway, if I can speak frankly, maybe we should avoid poking the wasp nest for a while? Give it some time let the little storm blow over and then we can repair bridges... although there is something to be said about rivalries and grudges." Returning to the lunch table Victor sat down next to Rayna and started eating. He was getting a bit annoyed since he didn't want to eat with his robotic arm, he just had to clean it later. After ten minutes of relative silence and a lesson in annoyance Rayna spoke up "Do you think that gung-ho Rampaged leader has a thing for Priscilla?" "I don't know, probably? It's interesting, but of no immediate use to us as far as I can tell." grabbing a napkin Victor started meticulously cleaning his prosthetic arm. "I'm so glad that I have Armory next, they'll have proper maintenance tools, right?" as he asked this the bell rang for the next class. Standing up Victor stretched "Well off we go. Hopefully I can fix what I need to." pausing Victor looked around and asked his teammates "Where are you all heading next?" Victor waited, not wanting to be rude and feeling that they should go together when they could.

Merlin quickly inhaled the last bit of food that was left in his tray in completely silence. He didn't find himself particularly interested in the conversations around him and found no real reason to interject any of them. He did, however, give a small smile as Ivan got 'told' and stormed out. Merlin looked at the time and found he had plenty of time left to meander about. He stood up, walked to a trash can, and tossed whatever inedible object that were left on his tray away. He then walked out of the cafeteria and took a nice walk. It had been forever since Merlin had been so relaxed. He let out a long sigh of relief. He hasn't really had anytime to relax lately. Nobody to blame but himself, he has spent many of his waking hours practicing and studying to enhance his abilities even farther. Combat isn't something that comes naturally to him, and he has to spend a lot of time theorizing, practicing, and implementing it. Merlin continued to live in his own head as he walk the grounds of Beacon. It wasn't until he heard the bell in the background, signalling the end of lunch, that he snapped out of it. He pulled out his scroll and searched for the name and location of his next class. "Grimm Studies, huh? Well, I hope there are live specimens for us to examine." He said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He then put his scroll away and zoomed off to his next class. He walked into the classroom and noticed that not everyone has arrived. This left quite a few open seats to choose from. Merlin gave off a small smile as he walked though the sea of desks. He decided to stop and sit at a desk that had two openings on both ends. He took off his cloak and laid it behind him. He then leaned back and waited for class to start.

Greyson groaned a little seeing how he just asked Pricilla out of the blue right after she got upset. Damn It! Greyson was a little angry not knowing that it was that easy to do it! Greyson took a breath and finished his food calming down slightly so the others wouldn't notice, right now Greyson needed to get to the next class which was grimm studies hoping against hope that Pricilla will be their with him without Robert but it was unlikely considering that their were only two classes to take for 4th period and Greyson didn't see any reason to go and be in the Armory class when his blade was badass all on its own. When Greyson heard that Robert was going to grimm studies though his hope fell right down the toilet. Greyson sighed a little and put on a smile "well guys I think we should be heading to class, by the way Robert I got grimm studies to so why don't we head their?" Greyson said hoping he will get Robert away from Pricilla at least for a little bit by trying to get him away from Pricilla, Greyson felt like he loved Pricilla but Damn it if Greyson wasn't a coward when it came to women. He could take on that giant bull with a laugh and a smile but when it came to women he froze in his tracks, damn that was sad...

“No problem. That is quite a youth.” Marcus commented as he grabbed a sandwich off his plate. He nodded towards the others. “Excuse me, I need to take a different route to class.” he apologised and left in a different direction. Armory class was situated next to the large general purpose shooting range. This had a few benefits that ranged from a good view outside to a place to try out new creations somewhat safely. Most importantly for Marcus the classroom had a large hangar door that lead to said shooting range. The normally ferocious roar of Unsubtle’s engine was reduced to a deeper, throaty growl as he slowly guided it across the grounds. Marcus stood upright in the turret, poking his head out of the top hatch as he rode. The doors were technically large enough to fit through but on either side there would be barely a hand’s width to spare. Only once he was parked inside and no longer threatening to run over important things like walls or other students did he take a good look around. He was at one end of a massive room, with a set of workbenches between Unsubtle and the classroom proper. At the classroom end he could spot Oswald, Geni, and several others. Notable surprises were Shiro and some new girl with a rather interesting choice of clothes. He busied himself with clambering out before his stare could be interpreted as rude. Taking the seat next to Shiro that was not yet occupied he nodded towards the faunus. "G'day. Interesting weapon set, they combine?" he said by way of opening. Slots in the shield appeared a match for several bumps in the non bladed edge of the sword, however Marcus would need to get a look at the internals to figure out the exact mechanism.

Mokuren waltzed into the Armory class, quite literally. She liked dancing, almost as much as she liked stalking her prey before devouring them entirely. This class, while nothing to her usually, was where Geni was learning how to stave off death for another day. Mokuren didn't need to learn about armory, she had Sarasagi and it was a perfect weapon, for slicing up irritating people who was so stupid and pampered. She entered the room, spotted her target, and stalked up to him with as much feline grace as a Fox could muster. She swished her tail a bit after she arrived, and stared at him. Her tail was so adorable that it would distract anyone who cared to stare deep into it's furry beauty for any longer than a moment. Brandishing Sarasagi very obviously, she spoke. "Good morning Geni. How are you?" She asked, like a fox asked a chicken before the chase began.

The thoughts that passed through Ben's head could best be termed as dull bemusement. He had been settling into his seat and digging out something to take notes on when Sangue appeared, taking a seat right next to him. Without much warning, or comment. The team leader was still a moment. Then he blinked, and his normal behavior resumed, almost as though nothing was even remotely unusual. He set his notebook on his desk and glanced at Sangue, nodding. "That's part of its purpose. Don't remember how the course descriptor said it, but it's supposed to teach us to understand what it is we're supposed to fight." Scrawling the date in the upper right of his notebook he paused again, giving her a slight grin. "You're Sangue, right? I don't think we've been introduced, formally, at least." "Hey Trad." He raised a hand in greeting at the second member of BAST, smiling cheerfully. He was, to be honest, pretty aware of what was going through Trad's head. Were it Amy, or anyone else really, he might have made a joke along the same lines. But, unexpected though it was, this was the first time Sangue had really spoken to any of them all day. Probably the best opportunity to establish a relationship he'd get.

Priscilla totally knew that Robert was happy and that he wanted to jump up and down from excitement but by the way he looks, he was controlling it. It was a disappointment because she wanted to see how he reacted, probably was adorable or something. But she wouldn't worry, he is gonna have to show her his adorable side sooner or later. So that reaction that he was holding within, it had to be let out. Yeah, Priscilla was hungry, hello she raged and threw away her food. Very regretful. "Hey! I was only raging because of what she said. No no no, it wasn't because of what she said. I just didn't want to see her...! For godsakes, Robert my underwear was showing! Half of the people saw it, I think." her panties were colored pink, clearly because she loved that color. As they were walking, she reached for an apple from Robert's tray and as soon as she placed it on her mouth, the bell rang. Crap...she took a bite out of it, turning her head and seeing Greyson there. "Hey Grey! Yeah, I have Grimm Studies as well. So we all go! Come on!" Priscilla nodded taking another bite as she winked at Robert, now walking ahead of them to her classroom.

"Not at all," Abel assured. In fact, he had started to grow a little bored halfway through Oswald's explanation, particularly because the two had reached the junction in the hallway where their different classes forced them to split. Fortunately, the feeling was imperceptible beneath a face fixed in its ordinary neutrality. "Sounds pretty rough. Good to know about Sapphire, though. Funny how someone else knows our leader better than we know her, no offense. Catch you later." Though fairly stimulated by the thought of a hardware class, where he would be able to admire and learn from the technical skill of others, Abel knew that he was ill-suited for it. He simple lacked the creativity and mechanical prowess that many others were blessed with. In fact, the closest he had gotten to an idea was some sort of boot that enhanced his kicking ability. Far better, he knew, to attend Grimm Studies, where he would learn every detail about killing specific Grimm while simultaneously not getting killed by them. He strode into Grimm Studies with about forty seconds to spare, noting that the storage hanger (where the rows and rows of weapon-toting, rocket-propelled lockers were kept) was just down the hallway. The Grimm Studies classroom was, at first glance, a lecture hall like Math had been. More careful analysis of the room and its setup, however, revealed that it was more angular in shape, and with a far bigger open area in front the amphitheater-esque seats. Standing by his desk could have been none other than the teacher, a rotund, silver-haired gentleman sporting a bristling mustache. Abel navigated to an empty seat on the front row, noting a few of the other students who had arrived: the pink-haired girly-girl whose undergarments had been revealed in first period, the bespectacled former foe Robert, Merlin with his impressively grassy head, the girl with the red claw arm, and two boys who Abel guessed were her teammates. Neither made much of an impression. Abel was roused from his thoughts by the resonance of the bell, which declared passing period done with. He looked toward the teacher expectantly.

The class was filling up and everybody seemed to be in good mood. No wonder, it was the first period after lunch! Nothing was worse than trying to pay attention on an empty stomach. That, and it was everyone’s favorite subject, the Grimm studies! Prof. Port cleared his throat when the bell rang, and the class fell silent. “Good afternoon class!" he greeted the students as he walked to his favorite place in front of the desk. "You have all come to this prestigious academy with one goal in mind: To become huntsmen! And as you undoubtedly know, the most sacred duty of the huntsmen is to guard the kingdoms, our islands of tranquility is the ocean storm of our planet. They are the people that sworn to protect those who can not do so themselves. That is who you want to be!” he said, all delivered with a tad too many hand gestures. “But first, a story!” the professor said, and several of the students who have been advised by their friends about what to expect groaned. He droned on with the story that he always told at the first class, every time with a bit more of exaggeration. Finishing up summarizing the morale of the story, he looked up at the students. “But I look into your eyes, and I see that not all of you held such things as honor, resourcefulness and knowledge in high value, but fear not! It is not too late, and here you have an exceptional chance to show the World the goodness in your hearts! Who among you feels like standing up to the darkness that threatens to swallow us all today?” he asked, and on cue the assistants pushed a cage into the class with a snarling grimm inside. The cage was covered by a rag, obstructing the wendigo cub imprisoned inside. --- Diamond felt like her ears were going to bleed. Could this guy be any more full of himself? Did anyone tell him chivalry died centuries ago? Perhaps someone should introduce the dear professor to disco, that was still in a shallow grave. Then again, the mental image gave her the creeps. At last he’s got to the conclusion of the story, and Diamond made a note to bring a book next time this class came up. Taking one look at the shuddering, snarling cage, she thought twice about raising a hand. Let someone else go first, see how they do. Gods knew she got her head knocked around enough already for one day.

IC: Ben raised his hand. So quickly, in fact, he almost surprised himself. At least a few of the students in the room had seen the cage's behavior and decided against it, but far from dissuading him it urged the hunstman-in-training on. Some of the students here didn't have anything to prove, or their admission to Beacon hadn't ever been in doubt. Ben nearly hadn't made it, even after he got a shot at the entrance exam. He needed to make a good impression. And... Well, to be honest, he liked the thought of a challenge. A taste of what Beacon was going to be like, and what was going to be ahead. What better chance than a live Grimm in class? His opposite hand set down his pencil, recently used for the brief notes needed to summarize the key points and moral of the professor's story. He didn't know the professor would pick him, he doubted he'd be the only one to raise his hand, but it was worth a shot. He had Artorius and Lawnslot with him, why not give it a try? You know, aside from the potential for utterly humiliating himself in front of the professor, the class, and most of his team. That would be rough. But... He didn't think that would happen. Chances were that whatever was in that cage was at a basic enough level for Beacon freshman to handle, and if they could he had to be able to. No risk, no reward, right?

"Unfortunately, I believe you're pretty on the mark with this one, Vic. It appears that some wounds will take some time to heal." She murmured thoughtfully, chomping down on her salad as she watched Robert suddenly look like he wanted to bounce off the walls. "I don't even see what bothered her so much! It's only panties like and it's not like anyone was staring! This place is for hunters of the finest order; I'm certain that they're not going to be accepting some old perverts!" She chuckled sensibly before her light mood turned to suspicion as she slowly rotated around to give her team a scanning look. "None of you were staring at her panties, right?" After quite a spectacle in which it seemed that only Jayden was spared from Rayna's rant, the team was left a little under the weather but Rayna felt that it was a good step. If she was meant to share a room with these guys then she needed to inform them that they had to be respectful, especially considering she hadn't exactly arrived at Beacon with a large amount of normal pyjamas. After a quick check on her scroll, she nodded to Victor quickly. "I'm in Armoury class with you. You better sit with me Vic because my current experience of the other teams hasn't exactly been phenomenal." With that, she remembered to give him an appreciative smile before she dragged him to his feet and set him on the path to Armoury. Within minutes, they had arrived in the workshop with not a moment to spare. The bell suddenly rung and as she took her seat, there was only one question on her mind. --- "Who owns the tank?" The professor spoke for the first time after a thorough inspection of the tank that looked more like a medical examination. Adjusting his spectacles, he gave the tank a brief knock before returning to his thoughtful beard-stroking. Marcus barely even had time to finish his answer before Elijah retorted. "A damn fine piece of engineering! I expect big things from you, Mr Goldstein. Big things indeed." It seemed that he was already acquainted with them all but he simply had checked the charter to their pictures and the memory stuck. The actual classroom part of the workshop seemed completely out of place, surrounded by heavy mechanisms, furnaces and a collection of workstations that took up half of the total area. It would have appeared totally chaotic if the whole room wasn't swept until spotless and filled with a number of small, hovering machines that had no sole purpose except for making the industry of the room appear to have a life of its own. The room had a certain magic to it that was hard to miss. "I imagine that a fair proportion of each of your teams are now in the room opposite this learning about Grimm and whatnot but let me make this very clear to all of you. In this year, I'm going to educate you upon the finesse of a well-made weapon. I imagine that learning the weak spots on the armour of a Goliath would be very practical knowledge for young hunters like yourselves but who needs to know the weak spots when you can blow it to smithereens?" He paced back and forth, giving his small introduction speech as he eyed all of them behind those cold, emotionless, tinted-black spectacles. "From here on inwards you are no longer simply hunters in training but inventors, engineers and pyromaniacs. And yes, you can specialise in explosives in my class. It is very obvious to me that a certain number of you have a talent in this subject but let us make this point even more obvious. When you come to me, I do not expect a single ounce of talent but you will all work until your hands are numb and you will more than likely not enjoy it but the end result will be astounding. We all got that? Good. Welcome to Armoury, ladies." After his rather inspiring speech, he handed out some hefty looking textbooks that looked better suited to more knowledge-heavy subjects such as History. Once everyone settled down once more, he crossed his arms over his chest and regarded them for a further few moments. With graceful fingers, he plucked his old pocket watch from his waistcoat and analysed the time - they were precisely on track. "Right! I need to see what sort of playing field we're all on so it's time to tell everyone who you are and what you can do!" Unlike his earlier conversational tone, these were more attuned to commands with a loud voice and an unneeded pace. Although he stressed earlier that he didn't expect talent, he needed to inspect where it was lacking and where there was so much that it could impact on the mind-set of the student.

When the bird girl answered Sapphire she was stuttery and nervous, almost flighty in attitude. That line of thought led Sapphire to wonder, could the bird girl in fact fly? Sapphire had heard about Avian Faunus who had wings grown from there back, they had hollow bones and thicker tougher muscles to compensate, there chest had a number of air sacks to allow them to breath in a thinner atmosphere. The girl certainly looked like she was ready to take flight.

Sapphire hadn't exactly meant the comment about the girl's feathers sarcastically but she hadn't really been sincere either. There were alright looking but it wasn't really in Sapphire's nature to care. In fact Sapphire had thought the girl would take offense to the comment, assume Sapphire was mocking her faunus heritage but she just stuttered a nervous thanks and complimented Sapphire's hair in return.

This took the azure haired girl completely aback. She'd never really had people other than her sisters compliment her. Most of them saw the dangerous warning look in her eye and decided either to keep a wide birth or that this would be a great person to antagonize. The latter usually ended up having there asses handed to them. A genuine compliment was rare for Sapphire. "Th-thanks, was a gift from my Mom."

At this moment something caught Sapphire's attention, it was a low rumbling sound like a growl, the kind of sound an animal would make when it picked up the scent of prey. It didn't take Sapphire long to find the source of the growling. Of course it was Shiro, the wonder Fuzzball. Sapphire glanced between Shiro and Amy, sure in the wild tigers might prey on hawks but they were Faunus not animals, they didn't eat each other. That semblance of his must really have left less of his brain behind than Sapphire had thought if he was actually thinking about eating other Faunus. Or maybe she was reading into it too much, maybe he'd just missed lunch and that was his stomach growling, but the more she listened the more Sapphire tended to doubt it. "Hey Amy, let me know if the white tiger over there gives you any trouble, he's on my team so I can probably talk some sense into him." It was clearly obvious from the way she said talk that what she really meant was to teach him a lesson he'd be unlikely to forget.

Sapphire was just considering getting up to... club Shiro over the head or something equally violent when another boy came by their table disrupting her thoughts, he was some sort of lion Faunus. She couldn't remember his name but then again what concern was it to her? "Ah, Richard the Lionheart, a great morning isn't it?" she said with a sort of unamused candor. Seconds later a fox faunus approached the desk greeting Lionheart, Geni that was his name. Of course this didn't grab Sapphire's attention half so much as the weapon the Fox girl was brandishing none to subtly. It was clear she was fixing for a fight.

Sapphire had had enough, it was too crowded and she didn't like fights breaking out nearby unless she was cause. Sapphire stood up walking round the desks. "Well you too seem to have a great working relationship." She said her voice dripping with a sarcastic false optimism. She placed either of her hands on the Lion boy and the Fox girl's shoulders turning them towards the front of the room. "If you too want to kill each other there is a nice open space over there, have a good day you two."
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The appearance of the Unsubtle in the Armory garage made Oswald chuckle from deep in his chest. "Fuckin' Marcus. I could not be with a better team leader, for the love of all that is good in the world." The professor's interest in the marvel of engineering was quite apparent, and it made quite a bit of sense. How could one look at that thing without experiencing some sense of awe? Even Oswald, as simple as he was, couldn't help but get excited as he thought of how much work and machinery went into the tank sitting in the class. The professor's command to show what the students had and were capable of brought Oswald to full attention. He was standing before he even realized, undoing the scabbard that secured his sword at his side, carefully placing the weapon on the workstation in front of him. He also removed the shield from his back, and reached into the small pouch where he carried his dust crystals, pulling a small blue one out along with a small cloth, wrapping the crystal carefully before setting it down. "I don't need to tell you to be careful with that. But I will anyway. It loads into the pommel. Fires out the tip. Should freeze juuuust about anything."

IC: "I can probably at least last long enough for somebody else to jump in, I'm not just a bunch of feathers and a pretty face. But thank you." Amy's gaze moved slowly over to Geni, the smirk coming back to her face as she moved her hand from where it had been supporting her chin to shake. "Amy. Nice to meet you. New new student, by... A few hours." And... Enter the fox. As the woman walked toward them, tail swishing, obviously very confident in her form and abilities. Honestly, Amy's first reaction would have been to blurt out "I don't like you", but being thrown out of one too many bars and other, higher class establishments had given her some tact. "Not to kill the mood, Foxy Swishy###, but weapons aimed in my general direction aren't appreciated. 'Specially when I'm having an otherwise peaceful conversation." Those experiences had not, however, cleaned up her speech. Speaking of speeches, the teacher appeared to be giving one. Once the heavy as all get out textbook was safely on her desk, Amy stood up in response to his invitation to tell everyone who she was and what she was capable of. "I'm Amy Desire. Not the best engineer, but I've fixed my weapon more times than I can count. Nice to meet you all." She sat back down, resisting the urge to go back to focusing on the Fury.

Geni's peaceful conversation went bad before it began. He had introduced himself to the wonderfully dressed Bird Faunas we had reveled her name to be Amy. He shook her hand lightly and smiled. "Time to activate phase 2, small talk." He thought to himself giddily. But before his second phase could be incited, his teammate Mokuren sunk up behind him and decided to point here weapon in Geni's general direction. In this situation Geni usually would have busted out is kung-fu moves and slapped that weapon out of her hands, but he choose to use less violent methods to deal with the situation. "Mokuren this is not the time." He whispered. "And violence is not the best way to deal with jealousy." He added sarcastically. Then another lady spoke up. She had been next to Amy the whole time and had been probably talking to her. She had given his another nickname, Richard the Lionheart, although he was pretty sure the man died unheroicly, that did not stop him from liking it. "It is indeed, what is your name." He said sarcastically, giving her a grin. But before he could get an answer, the woman stepped up and grabbed both Mokuren's and his shoulder, and turned them towards the door. "Ohh not Mokuren." He said to himself, secretly hopping that she would attack the other woman. Geni stepped out of the woman's grasp and smirked as he turned back around and faced Amy and the woman. "I had my fill on fighting during the sparing matches thank you very much." He said smiling at the woman. Geni was about to return and continue to the conversation with Amy. Unfortunately the teacher cut in and made a wonderful speech about something. He then handed out textbooks and asked them to introduce then selves. After Amy went Geni though it would be appropriate to get it out of the way early. "My name is Geni Hung, you could call me Genie or Richard the Lionheart." He announced glancing back at the woman who gave him the name. "I've had tons of experience with machine and building weapons back when I was apart of the White..." Geni caught himself before he finished the sentence. His eyes darkend and his demeanor changed, he listened hard and looked around to make sure no one put two and two together. "Umm, apart of my father's blacksmith company, learned a lot working there." He said with slightly heavier voice. Geni shook his head and tried to calm down. He looked back at the group that he had been talking to before and studied then for any signs of suspicion. "Well then where were we, oh yes, so Amy, what team are you on." He said once he was satisfied.