[h2]Rayna Bryson - Armoury[/h2]

All in all, the rest of her class seemed nice enough. A few people seemed to break that trend, however - there was a bit of a spout between an adorable Fox Faunus that she wanted to snuggle and some sort of cat faunus. Then, of course, you had the one guy who decided to drop the bomb-shell that he used to be in the White Fang. Frowning in quick annoyance, she turned to Victor quickly. They were closer and separated from the other groups so she thought that her words was hushed enough. [b]"First the school accepts perverts and now they're accepting terrorists? I thought Beacon had some standards."[/b] She could completely understand if someone had put that life behind them but she followed the mentality that if they used violence for their political aims once, they wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

When Victor sat back down, she gave him a quick nod of approval and a short smile. [b]"You did good! If you think about it, you did a lot better than that guy..."[/b] She whispered, referencing Shiro who didn't look like he was in a good state. [b]"You think he's ok? He looks like he's about to have a heart attack."[/b] She seemed concerned, despite her rather cold statement aimed at Geni only a few moments earlier.

Finally, she decided that there had been enough people who went before her so she slowly climbed to her feet. Clearing her throat, she began. [b]Hi. Ugh, my name is Rayna Bryson and I specialise in personals and ugh... aeronautics."[/b] She seemed to shift after that last point like she was desperate to return to her seat.

Unfortunately, however, Professor Chatsworth had other intentions. Adjusting his spectacles, he seemed to final focus on her and apparently was surprised by what he found. "You wouldn't be related to General Bryson, considering your name and your specialisation?" Elijah was sharp, it seemed, and well-versed in the Atlas military power which was utterly horrible for her - she didn't want anyone to know who she was.

"Ugh... Yea- Yes sir. His daughter." Her voice was shaky now and she took a second to cast her eyes around the room before sinking down into her seat again. There seemed to be an underlying shame in her past, in her privilege. She didn't go through half of what the others went through and she felt that because of it, she was of less value. People were set on becoming hunters because they knew how horrid life could get but she only ever knew luxury. Her status was her weakness.
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[h2]Professor Elijah Chatsworth[/h2]

His class were a peculiar bunch indeed. First, you had the bot who revealed to the class that he was originally a member of the White Fang, then you had someone who worried Elijah on whether he was having a mental break-down and then there was the daughter of Atlas' General of the Tactical Air Force. However there did seem to be a good trend between all of them - there was no one in the class with no experience in engineering whatsoever. Granted, some of them had worked on tanks while others had just their weapons to speak of but the average was of a good quality.

Then there was the odd case of the fox faunus who seemed much too willing to help to help the young man who looked like he was very definitely having a mental break-down now. "That's a very good point, Miss Sabella." Seeming to stroke his beard intelligently, he used the few seconds of free time to decide. "Ok but return to class immediately after delivering him to the sick-bay." And then the boy decided that he didn't in fact need to go. "Ok, return to your seat please."

"Right. Now we have all been introduced, let's get down to some actual work. Dust! A wonderful substance indeed! Such great properties..." And thus began a proper lesson in Armoury, not what they thought they would be doing which probably included making things for the entire year.