[b]Luke Schwarze -- Beacon Airship Platform[/b]

Hair-antenna in a dispirited slump, one double-watched young man yawned inelegantly, the last vestiges of drowsiness lingering within his system, a byproduct of an upset circadian rhythm. While the airship ride up offered no shortage of shock and awe (as views of the city from kilometers up were wont to do), one must never underestimate the staying power of an ugly sleep cycle punctuated by an awakening from, in sequential order: an alarm clock, a saxophone played roughly eleven inches from the foot of the bed, and finally, a remarkably well-replicated Boston Crab from a 5'8" and [i]growing[/i] 15 year old girl.

He wasn't exactly sure [i]how[/i] much he'd end up missing his little sisters, but he'd assume that, at least for today, he would more than live with it.

Who knew? This school for prospective hunters was undoubtedly full of monsters in their vein. He probably ran the chance of wanting to trade his meager household of [i]only two[/i] geniuses back for an [i]entire academy [/i]full of them. Really, when it came to Beacon, [i]intimidating[/i] was an understatement. He could have sworn it wasn't all that long ago that he was just a normal kid, just a bit antisocial, like everyone else in high school...

[i]Then again, I'm just a hunter-in-training as of now. "Normal kid" ain't exactly that much of a stretch for my characterization, at least. I may be throwing myself headfirst into a place where I'll be -doing- crazy things, but that doesn't exactly bar me from losing my "normal" moniker in how I act, or look, or feel, right?

...

Overthinking it, Luke. Mom said cut back on that.[/i]

Of course his mother, being a Huntress herself, was elated to hear that her son was looking to test the waters at Beacon. [i]Finally, something that looked like a career path for him! One she could give him years of experience and knowledge on! Don't trust the Rye Bread from the Cafeteria![/i]

[i]One thing at a time, dear mother. Focus on keeping your middle child where she needs to be, because if anyone'll succeed you, it's her. I may be the oldest, but please remember how much I take after Dad.[/i]

His father, of course, was a police officer, of the "friendly-neighborhood" variety. As the two "normal" people in the household, Luke and his father often found themselves to be the glue keeping things together. [i]Well, aside from those moments when Luke's endocrine system decided-- Yo, this kid's about ready for puberty, right? Let's just fuck his shit up a little.[/i] Then, the duty of being the reasonable, logical, and stable one of the household full of two geniuses, a Huntress, and an angsty teen fell squarely on Dad's plate.

[i]Sorry, Dad.[/i]

Wait, hold on a minute!

As if hearing the narration, Luke stopped, in the middle of the path into Beacon proper. Was his life flashing before his eyes here? Was that how his mind had gone so far astray from the topic of him being at this school? What was gonna happen to him once he walked into those doors? Had our valiant hero made a terrible, irreparable mistake?

These thoughts miraculously flashed through his mind behind a stoic mask, allowing the young man to save face in spite of his newfound fear. Worst comes to worst, it just wasn't for him, right?

Yeah, that's what he could say. More importantly, though, he took on this choice of his own will. He had to stick to his guns now, the deal'd been sealed. 

Yeah. He'd done this because [i]he[/i] wanted to. The best, and only reason anyone should ever take up a fight. Just like he'd told a junior of his when she came to him, in a rare move for most, for advice on the depression of a friend.

If something bothers you, that's more than enough reason to take action.

And Luke Schwarze, normally carefree demeanor aside, was definitely not without his bothers.

He kept on the path, a little more courageously. He'd incited this chain of events well into the past now, ever since he'd finalized the paperwork for transferring in.

Now, it was time to enjoy the ride.