Dawn Agresta - Mid-Day, Beacon Amphitheater
@Kaithas

Finding a good spot in the amphitheater from which she could watch events, Dawn settled in to wait. Soon enough she was rewarded as Ozpin arrived, and the opening ceremonies began. It was all a mundane affair, and honestly she had expected that it would be longer. Certainly she had braced herself to be there for something like an hour, but that ended up not being the case. Which was definitely odd, no matter how one looked at it.

Glancing around, she could tell that others were discontent, if only because Ozpin had basically insulted them in the course of his speech if nothing else. But she wasn't too offended, since she wasn't incredibly invested in the business of being a Huntsman anyway. Perhaps her focus was directed elsewhere, but it met her interests nonetheless.

Soon enough it was over, and she looked over to Martin as he noted the lackluster state of the ceremony. There had barely been any word on the initiation anyway, so how would they knew what to do? It seemed that someone might have messed up on the planning front, if she had to take a guess.

"It seemed like the Headmaster was distracted by something," she noted with a shrug. That was all she could really say on the matter. She then sighed, head bowing slightly. "Well, I suppose now is the time to meet people, since there's nothing else to do until night time.

Rust -had- been enjoying his nap ever so much. He'd even been dreaming about napping! But of course, it was never meant to be- Not with a Fern on the way. He woke with a startled grunt as she landed firmly on his back, flailing an arm.
"WHOWHYWHA-.... Hey, Fern. Sup, Sapphire."
He yawned, jaw audibly cracking in the process.
"Just.... Drag me onto the plane, or something."
And, despite Fern being on his back, he seemed to have little trouble just... Drifting right back off into his nap land. Dreaming about naps. While napping. In a nap dream.

Despite his sleepy state, he seemed to just automatically, subconsciously flip Tillian off as he arrived, arm just kind of floating in the air. While he snored.

Fern crossed her arms as she pouted. "We're not going on a plane you dunce, we're clearly taking a boat. Can't you see we're at the... Are you sleeping already!?" she asked, sounding upset that he hadn't even stayed awake long enough to listen to her talking. Rolling her eyes, Fern moved away from him then, going to stand by Sapphire as she gave a warning glare toTilian.

Tilian looked at them all. For some reason they all looked not very amused. He then saw Rust. Give him the finger while sleeping. Tilian raised an eyebrow and got an evil smile on his face. He then snapped his fingers, and his weapon appeared. And to everyone's suprise it started to morph into a giant middle finger that was pointed at Rust for some unkown reason. "Hey guys sorry I'm late. Hope I didn't miss the briefing or anything. He walked up to them like nothing was happening.

Fern glanced over at Tilian as he asked if he missed anything. She was about to respond to him when she saw his familiar weapon morph into that of a floating 'fuck you' sign at Rust. She reached out a whacked the back of his head, saying a random threat as she usually did.

Sapphire watched as Fern let go of Rust and walked over to her. "My turn," Sapphire says, quickly leaping off of the box and flying, arms out, in the direction of Rust. "Rust! How have you been?" She asks, almost casually, as she wraps her arms around him. She begins to purr, smiling, staring up at him. Fern couldn't help the jealous glare she aimed at her friends.

And once again, poor Rust had his nap interrupted violently by a flying female. Sapphire, at least, was lighter. He woke with a sigh, peering up at her with a squint.
".... Sleepy."
He rather lazily wrapped an arm about her shoulders to yank her down into cuddle mode- And dropping riiiiiight back off to naps. Such a sleepy guy, for being so hardass. After a moment, though, his eyes snapped open again, ever-so-dramatically turning towards Tillian and his giant middle finger.
"I see. You do realize, Tillian, that this means -war-? Just as soon as I finish with my nap. Juuuuuust as soon as I finish...."
Insert scratching of Sapphire's ears here, as well as the response of many purrs and a nuzzle or two.

Fern's pout turned into a full frown once she saw Rust cuddling with Sapphire. She marched over to them and gave a hard kick to Rust's side. "Get up already, it's time to go. You two can sleep on the way there." she told him, turning away and heading towards one of the large boats that was waiting for the two teams.

Sapphire, who had been busy cuddling Rust, was surprised to see Fern's kick striking Rust. Her eyebrows raised.

Rust grunted, wincing- And flailing his way.... Right off the edge of the dock. There was a brief shout of surprise, followed shortly by a splash and a wave of steam off of the water, some of which struck Sapphire, making her squeal and move away from the scary water. Anybody who looked over the edge would see a very grouchy looking Rust blowing a stray lock of now-soaked hair out of his face, steam rising off of what water touched his skin.
".... I was enjoying that nap."
"Rust, are you okay!?" Sapphire calls out, peering from on top of her box at him, a look of genuine concern on her face.

" Oh my Rust I hope your okay." Tilian said with sarcasm dripping off it.

Slowly, like a corpse climbing from the grave, Rust made his way out of the water, heat-drying himself on the way.
"Oh, perfectly fine, perfectly fine. Just remind me to accidentally tip Fern into the water, later."
He grumbled, patting his hair dry as further steam rose off of his skin. Rust is too hot to be wet. Sapphire giggles and gives him a wink in response.

I can throw her in right in if you want. But I think you would want it because of a diffrent reason. Wink wink", He said grinning as he walked up to Rust the giant middle finger having disappeared.

Rust grinned, extending a fist for that classic fist bump.
"Now now, let's be civil. At least in front of the ladies." There was another giggle from atop the box.
Annnnnd he is now awake.

Tilian returns the fistbump." So how have you been doing? Sleeping as always?" Meanwhile, Sapphire approached from her vantage point, having leapt off of her box, landing perfectly on her feet. Sometimes being a cat faunus had benefits.

-Meanwhile-

While the others were doing their thing, Fern was walking along the docks, looking at some of the boats there, hoping that she could find somone she reckognized to show which boat was theirs. One such boat was large and sported familair colors that reminded her of the airships from Atlas, and so Fern approached that one, seeing a militairy official guarding the entrance.

"Hey, you. Do you have any idea which one of these ships is sailing to Patch?"

"And you are?" the soldier asked, looking at her.

"Fern Flora. I was sent here by Professor Ozpin. Now, are you going to answer my question?"

"Wait here." the man said, causing Fern to frown and cross her arms. She wasn't particularly one to wait around or do what she was told, but this was better than going back to the others and having them piss her off again. She sighed and scolded herself. Fern had to remember that she needed to keep her emotions in check and keep her head on straight. "Whatever. It's not like I even care what they do." she said to herself.

The sound of footsteps brought her out of her thoughts as she was approached again by the soldier.

"Right. Where's the rest of your people?"

Fern pointed a thumb over her shoulder. "The idiots over there. There's eight of us. And uh..." she lowered her hand and looked at the ship. "This is a really huge ship for just eight of us."

"Don't you know? We're-"

"I'll take it from here, soldier." a voice came from inside the ship behind the man. Fern leaned to the side and looked around the man, her eyes growing large when she saw who it was.

"General Ironwood? What are you doing here?" she asked, wondering what he could possibly be doing in Vale.

"Ozpin sent you, right?" he asked her, to which she nodded. The General glanced at the group of others who were still waiting a few yards away. "Do you... have any idea what's going on?" he asked her again.

"I only know what Ozpin told me. Which... well you know him, he's not the most detailed person. He said we'd figure out the rest of the assignment while we were there."

"I see. Well, gather the others. We're leaving now." he said, turning away from her before she could answer.

Fern raised an eyebrow and nodded at his retreating back before turning around and walking back to the others.

As Fern approached, Rust cut off from his description of how summer break with family had been, glancing over with a nod. Now that he was awake, at least, he could recognize it was time for business.
"What's the news, then? Time to get going?"

Sapphire had followed Rust, purring, wanted some more ear scratches from him. He happened to do those the best. "Do we have to go on a ship? I mean, can't we like, just not go over the water at all? I don't mind taking the long way."

Fern nodded and twirled a bit of her hair casually. "Yeah its time to go. We're going to that big grey ship over there." she said, pointing to the one she'd just come away from. Glancing at Sapphire, she hesitated as her first response would have come out a bit rude, and she revised the words in her head.

"Considering Patch is an island surrounded by water, I don't think we can avoid it." she turned from them then. "Come on, let's just go."

Fern waved over to Paris and the others of team PYCH. "Hey guys, it's time to go. You can follow us."

@Katakon @Dawkins @Kiltmanbagz @agentmanatee

Tilian was a little insulted how Rust cut the conversation. Then he saw Ironwood, goddamn Ironwood. He had heard of this man and what he stood for. And while Tilian usually didn't care about politics. However this man was everything he hated. So it was time to cut the stupid teen crap. He focused more becoming as emotionless as possible. This man was not gonna read him like a book. And he was gonna make goddam sure that did not happen. He then walked towards the ship. His face a mask of disipline. He walked up to Ironwood looked him straight in the eyes and said." Sir."He then saluted. And walked into the ship.

Rust lofted a lazy brow as Tillian just up and left them, shrugging it off and giving Sapphire an idle pat on the head before following, keeping next to Fern to discuss the plan. Sapphire edged a little closer to him as she followed Rust, half considering to hang onto his arm.
"Did you find out what this job is really about? You were pretty vague over the scroll the other day- And Ozpin wasn't very forthcoming either, when I asked him."

Fern took a step away to allow Sapphire to squeeze between her and Rust as she approached, and she responded to Rust's question.

"Not really. But I see that Ironwood is going to be coming with us. I assume this is some kind of militairy operation, or else... well, he wouldn't be there. I assume he's going to let us know once we're on board. For now, the only thing we know is we're basically going to be protecting his men. I saw a soldier on the ship and I assume there are plenty more." she paused as her lower lip was capture between her teeth in a nervous bite.

"I can't help but worry though. I wonder what's going on in Patch." she said, glancing over Sapphire's head at Rust.

Sapphire was getting shakier every step that was taken toward the ship. She was tempted even to just freeze up and flat out refuse to go. "Do we have to-" She paused as she caught sight of the water under the ship. She completely halted where she was, and took a step back a second later. "No," she simply said, sitting.

Rust nodded slightly, a look of worry flashing over his features.
"Yeah... If we're being roped into a military operation, something must be very wrong."
He drummed his fingers on the hilts of Sear and Scorch at his thighs, gripping them for a source of comfort, in a sense.
"Maybe we'll be fighting more Grimm than we bargained for."

He blinked when Sapphire up and dropped, pausing mid-stride. Right... Afraid of water.
"You can have catnip if you get on board."

Sapphire's ears perked up. "R-Really? Y-You will?" She asks. She lowers her head slightly, staring up at Rust. "Wait, you aren't trying to lie, are you?" She asks. Her tail sways behind her, smiling.

He shrugged.
"Of course not. Get on the boat, you get catnip. But you have to get on board first."

[color=0072bc]"D-Do I... Do I have to? I don't want to."[/colour] She stared for a few moments, before closing her eyes and standing up. She slowly walks forward, holding out her hand to feel her way toward the ship. She squealed as she fell into the water just a moment later, screaming. Quickly, she scrambled, trying to get back up, crying.

Ironwood couldn't resist a small chuckle as he looked at the mess that was Sapphire. The General walked over and took the arm of the small girl, hefting the shivering Faunus up back onto her feet easily.

"So. This is what Ozpin sent me to work with. That's just splendid." he said, his tone sounding a bit irritated. "Hopefully this doesn't reflect how you are on the battlefield. For your sake." he said, letting her go and clasping his hands behind his back. Stepping aside, he gestured with his head for everyone to get on board the ship.

"We can't afford to waste any more time. Let's go."

Fern narrowed her eyes at the general and went over to her friend, taking Sapphire's hand and leading her onto the ship, making sure she didn't slip again.

"For the record, we're the best Ozpin would have sent you." she mumbled as she passed the General, pissed that he dared to talk to her friend like that. "Come on, Sapphire. Let's go and get you dried off before you get a cold."

Sapphire couldn't help but give a quick glare at Ironwood as he spoke a little badly of her, but she relaxed once she was taken into the ship by Fern. Her quivers of fear from the water that dripped from her mixed with the shivering from the freezing cold created a lot of shaking as she was taken in. "T-Thank you. Thank you," She whispers to Fern, before turning her head to Rust. She leans to the side and nuzzles Fern, before she turns her head and blows a kiss to Rust, motioning for him to follow.

Rust, of course, was completely oblivious to the kiss, once again shuffling his zombie-like way towards the boat. The moment he was on board, he just straight up flopped over, pulled his pillow out of hammer space, and slept. Again. Poor heart throb doesn't even realize the ladies like him.

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Renji Yamada - Beacon Courtyard - Midday
@jman221

Renji smile turned upside down as Liam mentioned his father again. The more the other talked the more Renji pitied the poor lad. How could a father treat his son that way? Even if he was faunus didn't mean the man had a right to treat his son like that. Although he was more attentive to Liam and his father, Renji couldn't help but eye Liam looking for his faunus feature. He couldn't see ears, tail, horns, or any other evidence of being faunus. He then remembered a gentleman he met a few years ago who was an armadillo faunus and he had no discernable features beside the armor plating on his back. So Renji just chalked it up to something along those lines. His train of thought returned to Liam as he explained his goal of destroying his father had created. Renji felt sorry for Liam and his father. Sure it sounded like his father was a real bad man, but Renji thought Liam was going about it all wrong.

He was about to interupt him, but his interuption was interupted by a voice over a loud speaker. He had recognized the voice as Ozpin's. He had heard and seen him on an advertisement for Beacon Academy while waiting in the airport. Renji was just as surprised as Liam to hear it. Liam had took the word's right out of Renji's mouth as he stood and bolted away towards the origin of the voice. Renji followed suit scooping up his weapon and started running. Which wasn't exactly one of his strongpoints. He could literally run for days, but he wasn't very fast. Soon Liam was easily ahead of him by twenty yards, thirty, and finally he faded away into the Ampitheater.

Renji Yamada - Beacon Ampitheater - Midday
@FateWeaver @Thundercrash

When he finally arrived and caught up to Liam in the Ampitheater, Professor Goodwitch was walking off the stage, and Liam was conversing with two other students. Renji thought that Liam was probably just asking what they had missed so he just joined them. "Hey, sorry about that. Sprinting isn't my forte. So what I miss? Hope nothing important." He said before notizing how rude he was being. "My apologies to brunt in like that. I'm just really excited for this whole thing. Kinda nervous too, but mostly excited. I'm Renji, Renji Yamada. It's a pleasure. I look forward making new allies." He said before removing his hat and bowing revealing his tattoos once again. When he straitened he kept it hanging by it's straps on his back then asked, [color=blackl"So, what's next? I have no idea where I'm going."[/color] He couldn't help but turn slightly pink in the cheeks at therrealization at how lost he was.

Nova felt more than saw someone run into her as her legs started to go out from underneath her and quickly curled to protect her head as she braced for impact with the ground. She slammed to the ground, groaning a bit at hitting the unforgiving cement which probably wouldn't leave any bruised but would leave her sore for a bit. She carefully pushed herself up on her elbows but not yet moving from the floor before noticing that she wasn't the only unfortunate one to be ran into as Asvoria now had a girl on top of her. If it wasn't for the other girls strength, she would have been extremely worried about her child like body being crushed. It was then that the voice of the person that had run into her graced her ears and she turned to them, feeling more than a bit irritated at being slammed to the ground but it quickly flew out the window when she took a look at him.
Damn! Why did it have to be a Faunus? Awwww look at those ears I just want to...no no...they don't like that question being asked and definitely not byOH! He has a tail! It looks so soft!" Nova though to herself in least than a millisecond.

Her fingers twitched a bit before curling into her palm to hold herself back from doing what she wanted. If she had learned anything, it was that just touching how she wanted or asking to do it when you barely knew the person was bad. She had gotten into a lot of trouble at first by not understanding that rule. "Fancy that. I usually don't find conversation in a place like this." Nova replied, giving a small smile of amusement before Asvoria spoke up, making her blush and quickly push up off the ground to stand as well as brush herself off a bit. She quickly reached behind her back, pulling out Mystral to check if it had any damage from the fall and inspected it carefully before giving a light satisfied nod and placing it into the sheath on her back once more.

Beacon Academy - Amphitheater - Monday Noon

@FateWeaver@jman221@Bigg Slamm

All Cyra could do was stare up at the empty stage, her face ashen, deaf to Orlan's words. Everyone is... sleeping together? Panic closed off her throat, and she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie to keep them from shaking. He was joking, right? That was a joke. We're not actually all sleeping together in one room. Even as she told herself that, her eyes becoming glued to the floor, she knew that it was no joke. His voice had been the most deadpan thing she had ever heard, not the sound of someone who often said something in jest. There was no way she could do this. Ears could be tucked into a sleeping hat, a tail hidden inside a shirt or a pair of pants, but her? It would become blatantly obvious to every first year in the school that she was hiding something. Someone would ask what she was doing, other people would notice, a crowd would be drawn, they'd start talking, and then someone might-

She shook her head violently, driving off the image. No, no, don't go there. Don't think about it, just don't. It's a big place, there must be plenty of little hiding places around the ballroom. Surely they wouldn't notice one person not there.

Movement caught her attention, and she looked at the new comer apologizing to Orlan. "Ugh... I'm Liam. Liam Yugure." She stared at his extended hand as if it was from another planet, then quickly averted her gaze, keeping her hands firmly planted in her pockets. It was probably rude, but she wasn't about to take the chance that he was one of those friendly people who would clap you on the shoulder while they shook your hand. "C-Cyra." She sneaked a glance up at his face, noting his oddly large eyes were each a different colour, one yellow, one red. He also towered over her, almost two whole feet. Not for the first or last time, she silently cursed her stature.

Another man was approaching from behind Liam, who appeared equally tall and clean shaven, his head decorated with what looked like tattoos. If he got there, she would be practically surrounded. The air was suddenly hot and stifling. She needed to leave, needed some air, space to think clearly. There was an opening to her left, and she took it. "I-I-I need to go!" Grabbing the handle of her suitcase, she half walked, half ran through the crowd and out into the courtyard.

Beacon Courtyard

The wheels of her suitcase clattered across the paving stones as she ran into an empty area of the courtyard. The cooler air was soothing to her throat after the heat of the amphitheater. Ahead of her was one of the small circular flower gardens, perfect for what she needed. Dropping her suitcase, she fell to her knees in front of the flowers and reached her hands in, digging her exposed fingers into the loose dirt. Closing her eyes, she took deep, slow breaths, concentrating on the cool soil. After a few seconds, her shoulders sagged as she visibly relaxed, feeling all the worries and concerns that Ozpin's and Glenda's speech had incited in her falling away as that cool sensation filled her up. She felt vast, her very self extending into the ground beneath her feet, far far away from the academy. Behind her scarf, a small smile graced her lips.

Cyra had no response for him, and indeed looked quite shocked at the headmasters words. She looked like her mind was racing, and Orlan decided it best to leave her to it. Before she really recovered, Orlan was bumped into the second time that day. The other first year turned, and Orlan took in his large mismatched eyes with a curious look while he apologized. Shrugging it off, he took Liam's hand and was about to intrduce himself when Cyra bolted.

"I-I-I need to go!"

"Wait! ... See you around, I guess," he calls after her before sighing and turning back to Liam and another newcomer, who had introduced himself as well. "Anyway... My name is Orlan Price. That was Cyra Zylvan, but she seems a little overwhelmed. A pleasure to meet you both," he continued by way of introduction, with his own slight bow. "Unfortunelately, Renji, I find myself in the same boat. I am... not familiar with anything here really."

Razor sighed as he walked the halls of the academy. He had thought it would be the same as walking through the forest, but the halls split down and twisted so much that Razor found himself lost in the academy.

“Come on! Who desires hallways like this! It makes no sense,” Razor yelled as he sighed and added, “Everything looks the same! At least in the forest every tree has a unique part about it that helps travelers know where they’ve been. This place is like a maze!” Razor took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Ok, ok. If they want to make things all the same, I’ll just make markers to help me Razor thought.

Razor found a corner and tried to scratch the wall. However, he found it more difficult to do then he thought. He was use to digging into the bark of trees to mark them, but whatever the wall was made of nearly chipped his claw. Razor threw his arms into the air and yelled, “Oh come on! It’s bad enough you didn’t give me a map or at least put one up. Now you’re telling me I can make markers! This isn’t my day today.” Razor sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“Guess I’ll just continue to walk through this academy until I actually find a map or someone who can help me,” Razor said as he continued down the left hall way. You’d think there’d be a professor roaming the halls to help students or something? Razor thought.

Yami looked at Heather, she jumped a little bit when he greeted them. Yami was used to it though, he had a tendency to sneak up on people without them knowing and scaring them. The only person that seemed to be immune to this was Paris, while Heather jumped and squeaked from Yami, Paris turned around and looked Yami in the eyes without even flinching. "Hiya, Yami, long time no see~ Yami looked away from Paris for a second, It really had been a long time since they last saw each other, Yami gave a small frown at this but heard Paris continue. How are you two this fine morning?

Yami turned away from Paris, to see Heather walk over towards him. A small smile was on her face, he cheeks were still flushed red. Obviously still embarrassed from being scared from Yami. Yami gave her a soft smile, before she started to answer Paris' question. "I'm f-.. I'm fine also. Yami took a deep sigh before putting his hood above his head once again. He had become very good friends with all of his teammates, but couldn't seem to communicate well with them even if they were his best friends at this point. "So... Um.. how was your break... Yami?" Yami felt a small blush form on his cheeks as he heard the question, he couldn't tell his team that he did absolutely nothing over the break. What would they think of him? is all Yami could think of. Before Yami could even think about what he was saying he spouted out rather quickly "It was amazing, real action-packed. Yami felt his small blush turn bigger and brighter as he turned his back to Paris and Heather completely.

"GOOD MORNING!" was heard from halfway across the docks, Yami turned his head around to see Carlin approach the group waving her staff around rather wildly. Yami lifted his head up so Carlin could see it and gave her a small smile as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. She approached the group and looked around, "Sorry I'm late guys, I missed the message about... what all is going on right now. Hope I didn't hold everyone up. Yami just shook his head at Carlin, indicating she didn't hold anything up.

Yami spotted Fern waving in the distance behind Carlin, yelling over how it was time to go and we should follow her and her team to the boat. Yami was sure his teammates heard Fern call them over, So he made his way over to the boat that would take him and his teammates to their mission location. Yami walked on board of the boat and spotted a wide open seat in the corner of the boat which he gladly took, waiting to be departed to wherever the boat may take them.

She smiled as Yami took a moment to answer her question, "It was amazing, real action packed." then he quickly turned away from Heather, hiding his face from her and Paris. Had she messed up? Was her plan going to fail already!? Before she could ask Yami anymore the telltale voice of her partner broke through Heather's thoughts, "GOOD MORNING! Heather turned to her friend smiling as she explained why she was late, and tried to respond, "Oh um... you... your not that late... we wer-" Then Fern and the rest of team FRST barreled into the scene, causing chaos like they usually did. Heather stood close to Yami, trying not to get caught up in the FRST get together.

Heather giggled at the way the group socialized, everyone knowing eachother and seemingly all close and open... Heather envied their ability to so easily interact with one another, knowing that is she could be like them... well thatbwas her goal wasn't it? Before much else could happen, Fern called all of the second year students to a very large military boat. Obviously Sapphire had some issues... ending up falling into the water. But none other than general Ironwood pulled her out and onto the boat. Heather hid behind Yami after seeing Ironwood, her mother knew him and as far as Heeather knew she had most likely informed him of her Faunus daughter. She didn't know if he would guess who Heather was or not, but if she could avoid talking to any of her mothers friends that would be best... she was afraid to embarass herself and make her mother angry. That... and she wasn't great with boats... she found that she had no sealegs of any kind and normally had to ssit down or hold onto something to avoid going overboard or spilling onto the deck.

Yami was the first on board after team FRST and Heather intended to follow. She slowly moved onto the boat, and once she was on deck the problems started. Though the rock of the boat when docked wasn't much it still made Heather uneasy, she almost fell a couple of times."Your alright Heather... you can do this..." she saw Yami sit down at a seat in the corner, and decided she would join him. She stumbled over to the seat next to him, blushing at her lack of balance, but managed to sit down next to him. She smiled weakly, already beginning to feel uncomfortable on the boat, "Um... Hey Ya... Yami, mind if I join you?... I'm not... great on uh... boats heh." sshe hoped Patch wasn't to far... she didn't want to be on a boat with Ironwood any longer than she needed to.

"Fancy that. I usually don't find conversation in a place like this."

Tam's head finally stopped spinning and he took in the girl across from him, her long black hair and a strange look in her eye that he couldn't quite place.

"You two need help? Or are you fine laying on top of each other in front of everyone like this?"
Tam looked up the swift motion threatening to set his head spinning again. He was surprised to find a tiny girl holding Yuna aloft with one hand!
The tiny girls smile was infectious and Tam found himself grinning back at her.
"I see you've met Yuna already."
The black haired girl quickly stood, her cheeks burning and Tam found himself all alone on the floor. He placed his hands palm and summoned a jet of blue flame. He shot up and would have looked very cool or so he thought, had he not over done it, instead of landing perfectly on his feet he found himself stumbling forward and almost tripping before finally finding his balance.
"I'm Tam. Yuna" he pointed to Yuna "and me were about to go look about, if you want to join us?"

 @agentmanatee@KiltmanBagz@Dawkins @Vilhelm@OneWayOut @boomlover@datadogie

Before Paris could get an answer from his two introverted teammates the final and follow extrovert revealed herself to the world, or just to the group with apologies for her tardiness, even though he was sure everybody else was just early.

Paris nodded at her and waved at her quickly as she approaches them. And to his shock her arrival brought along the rest of Team FRST, which two of their members at their necks creating a tense atmosphere but Paris decided to stay clear of those two until duty calls since he tries to avoid internal-team drama if it not his own team.

Soon enough as the both teams arrived on time they were ready to board the boat, after a meeting with General Ironwood himself, to put it mildly Paris was shocked he wasn't expecting the General to greet them, or rather Passive aggressively attack Ozpin choice of Team FRST and PYCH, which garnered a subtle but cutting glare at the man comment, Paris also glances at Carlin worrying she will do something they will regret since she so protective of the Team. He was too, just not as scary as Carlin.

After the general greet them his teammates started to board the boat, he looked to Carlin and said, "We should get going Carlin, Yami and Heather are waiting."

He boarded the boat behind Heather and Yami, who quickly huddled to a nearby corner, Paris decided to let the duo have some time alone together, introverts should always have time on their own, that he learned when being with them for a year, and that's the reason and not for any other personal reason!

Cyra Zylvan - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Monday Evening

Cyra surveyed the ballroom, trying and failing to swallow the lump in her throat. It had taken well over an hour for her to work up the courage to enter, and now it seemed like every student had staked a claim, turning the floor into a patchwork of sleeping bags. Her own was still bundled up on top of her backpack, and looking around, she was now certain; she was not sleeping here.

She tip-toed along the wall, trying not to eavesdrop on the hushed conversations taking place. Nearby bathrooms had made changing into sleepwear much easier on the students, although it had rapidly become obvious that there were wildly different opinions on what constituted "sleepwear". Most people seemed to just use a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Some people had full pajamas, some of the boys apparently preferred only shorts or pants (she tried not to look), and some of the girls just used a shirt (trying really hard not to look).

Only a day had passed, and already people were separating into groups, giving some inkling on what the future teams might look like. As was to be expected, humans and Faunus tended to keep to their own, although there was one pretty human girl with extremely long black hair who was doing an awful job of keeping her fascination, not to mention her hands, to herself. She did seem to have enough tact to ask first, and more often than not she was shot down, but on the one or two occasions that she got what she wanted, her utter delight was completely unabashed. Definitely someone to be avoided, Cyra thought to herself.

It took a few minutes, and several whispered apologies when she bumped someone with her bag or suitcase, for her to reach the other set of doors. The only unlocked door in the hallway she had entered through was a supply closet, certainly not enough space to sleep in, so she was hoping that this second one might have an open classroom or something that she could set up in.

As she slipped through the door, she failed to notice a pair of eyes following her exit.

Morgan Rouge - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Monday Evening

Morgan downed another shot of rum, letting the burning liquor vanish down the back of his throat before letting off an impressive belch.

“And that,” he said with gleaming smile. “Is how you you’re supposed to take a shot!”

Onlookers cheered, some clapping and some merely looking in awe as he promptly refilled his shot glass with another measure of rum from his rapidly dwindling supply he’d managed to [color=ed1c24][/color]sneak aboard the airship earlier. All around Morgan’s little stake of space in the ballroom interested or bewildered students tried their own hand at sampling Morgan’s stock of Mistral Coast Black Kraken Rum.

He’d only had about eight other shot glasses in the depths of one his steel chests so he’d been divvying up drink and sharing out the glasses to as many of the other students who wanted to brave the strong liquor as he could with every finished shot. Some of the landlubbers (Vale kids mostly) took a quick sip and almost immediately handed their glasses off to someone else with sour expressions. Others had sipped at their glasses, wincing at the strong grade, but finishing them. A very respectable few were downing the shots whole like Morgan. But, he noted with satisfaction, no one was tanking them down quite as smoothly.

“Come on!” He bellowed, egging on the students currently holding glasses. “Finish up, we’ve got a whole room of layabouts to get drunk on the one night the professors decide to leave us completely unsupervised!”

He noted with a buzzed satisfaction that more were trying to repeat Morgan’s feat of alcoholism, and his little party was quickly drawing interest from the overfilled ballroom. Many of the other students around him were already flushed with inebriation and laughing at their own stories and jokes. The ice long shattered by the shared comradery that only a stiff drink could provide.

Empty shot glasses returned to the make-shift table Morgan had improvised one of his steel chests into, and he immediately refilled them from one of two remaining bottles of rum before raising his glass out to the rest of the students in the ballroom.

“Come on and join us,” Morgan bellowed, beckoning more students to come by for a drink. “There’s a big day awaiting us and we ought to greet it by the hair of the dog!”

Liam Yugure - Beacon Academy Amphithreatre - Monday Midday
@Bigg Slamm @Fateweaver

He felt less awkward when Orlan explained that he was new to the situation. He closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He figured that if he was to make friends he needed to be calm.
"Well, it's a pleasure Orlan. But I'm sorry to the both of you but i need to excuse myself for a bit." With that he quickly walked off
Thats the last time I drink 2 litres of water before a flight... He thought to himself as he quickly paced towards the bathroom. After he finished his business, he looked at the mirror, he was always intrigued by his mismatched eyes, it always reminded him of the sunset, his favourite time of day. He exited the bathroom noticing it was getting late and made his way towards the ball room.

Liam Yugure - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Monday Night
@ryukan
Liam entered the Ball room, he couldn't help but wonder why so many students were gathered around what looked like a makeshift table. He walked closer and noticed one student in particular, he was shouting at everybody holding what looked like a shot glass. Liam figured it was a rebellious student who smuggled alcohol into the school. He walked over and grabbed one of the glasses being handed out and took a whif. Mistral Coast Black Kraken Rum, the one alcohol his father made Liam drink when he was younger. He smirked towards the pirate looking kid and took the shot, the liquor burned his throat a little. He looked at the empty glass and handed it back.

"Another round friend?" He said smirking at the kid, he looked around a bit and saw the other students look at him with awe.

Nova shook off her embarrassment, giving Tam a soft smile as he introduced himself as well as the girl that had run into the child like girl next to her. She usually wasn't one to openly converse with others but Asvoria hadn't given her a choice and these two seemed nice so she was more than glad at the thought of all of them join together in a search for the ballroom."It is a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Nova and this is Asvoria. I can't speak for her but I would be delighted to join you both in finding the ballroom since I was planning on heading there anyway."she replied softly, gesturing to Asvoria when she spoke of her. She waited for everyone to respond before they all headed out or at least the ones that choose to join.



Nova ended up staying around and hanging out with the trio she had met that day, really enjoying their company even when she wasn't talking much. The ballroom was so full of life and chatter much like it had been on the airship but for some reason she didn't mind so much this time. Maybe it was because she had people around her she was starting to view as friends or maybe it was the ballroom seemed a more comfortable place. She felt a little silly that she hadn't been able to control herself with some of the Faunus since some she had never seen before which had tempted her to ask that one question she wished she could just forget. Most had said no but a few had nervously obliged but relaxed once they realized Nova was not planning to hurt them or be cruel.

At the moment, she found herself braiding her long raven hair as she glanced around the ballroom. It seemed like a loud party was going on in one part of the room and all she could do was end up shaking her head a bit at them. Nova continued to scan the room when she noticed someone slipping out of the ballroom, probably hoping not to be noticed but it was a little strange since they were all suppose to stay there. Did they not know that? Were they alright? It wouldn't be good if they were alone and sick. She finished up her braid before slowly standing when the noise from the other side of the room grew as the leader of the almost drunken masses said,"Come on and join us, there's a big day awaiting and we ought to greet it by the hair of the dog!"
Nova being someone amused by the spectacle and decided to join in for at least one to make a point.
"You are right, a big day is awaiting us tomorrow but is it not a bit unfair to make those unfamiliar with alcohol drunk before such an important day. After all, shouldn't they be in top shape and not having to fight off a hangover?" Nova questioned, picking up a shot and smoothly tipping it back in one gulp, though it did burn going down her face didn't show it once as most would have believed she just gulped down water. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with amusement and joy before placing the shot back down,"Enjoy the party everyone and thanks for the shot. Later."

That being said, she slipped away before heading out of the ballroom quietly and moved down the hallway. She carefully knocked on the first door before opening it but only found a closet to small for anyone to barely stand in so she moved onto the next room that seemed to be more of a classroom. Nova knocked softly before opening it and called out gently in a voice filled with worry, "Hello, is anyone in here? I noticed someone slipping out and I just wanted to make sure you were alright? If you're sick you really shouldn't be alone. Plus we are suppose to stay with the group..." Nova asked, peeking in before slowly entering and feeling a bit weary.

Orlan frowned and checked the time on his scroll as Liam excused himself, somewhat dismayed to find himself alone with another stranger so soon. Sure, he saw the necessity of makeing friends, but he had hoped to keep it relatively simple on the first day. A moment of indecision later, he raised his eyebrows without looking up from his scroll as though something had just come to his attention.

"Sorry, Renji, but it looks like I've got to go too. It was nice to meet you. Perhaps we will have the chance to talk again later tonight. Your display with your weapon earlier was impressive, by the way. I look forward to seeing you in combat," he says, departing with a wave. Once out of sight and earshot, he let out a sigh, readjusted his bag, and checked his scroll again before moving on in the general direction of the ballroom.



Orlan had arrived early enough to lay claim to a place along a wall, near one of the corners. He had already removed his jacket and shirt, leaving them and his bag in a heap for him to lean against. He watched the other students over the top of his sketchbook, not particularly inclined to drink. The large group around the student with the alcohol put him off quite readily, so he was content to study the mechanisms of his weapon once more. He did this often, in an attempt to find ways to improve Axios. Besides, he did not see Cyra around, and had recently seen Liam among those drinking, so there was nobody he had already met to talk to.

Beacon Academy Lecture Hall - Monday Evening

@Akayaofthemoon

Cyra was just unrolling her sleeping bag onto its air mattress when she heard the knock at the door. She had been lucky, one of the small lecture halls had been unlocked, promising a night of safety. A promise now broken by that single voice at the door. "Hello? Is anyone in here? I noticed someone slipping out and I just wanted to make sure you were alright. If you're sick you really shouldn't be alone. Plus we are supposed to stay with the group..."

She eyed the narrow strip of light that lanced across the room only a few feet away. It was still rather dark, maybe if she remained quiet and still, the person would think the room was empty and leave. She really should have set up closer to the desks instead of the middle of the floor...

The strip of light widened, and the voice spoke again. "Um, I can see you, you know. Are you alright?"

Cyra's shoulders sagged a little, admitting defeat. "Fudge," she breathed. Reaching up, she pulled her scarf back up over her nose and rose to meet them. It's okay, just quietly explain why you're in here. She sounds too young to be one of the teachers, there's a chance you'll be left in peace.

The words died on her lips when she turned around and saw who it was. The same girl she had seen in the ballroom not even a minute before, her raven hair tied up in a long braid that brushed against her thighs as she took hesitant steps into the lecture hall. She had looked pretty before; now, framed by the soft golden light from the hallway, she looked positively angelic.

Cyra swallowed again, hard. Her. Why, why did it have to be her. Pulling up her scarf had been a good idea, it would hide most of the blush that was now creeping across her face. "H-hi. Um... uh... s-sorry, I-I didn't think anyone h-had seen me." Why wouldn't her mouth work all of the sudden?

@ryukan

Razor had finally found the ballroom after hours of look. Of course he had passed a map several times in the hall and just realized it was there a few minutes before he had found the ballroom. He sighed and walked into to see a bunch of people inside. He was a bit nervous to be around so many people. That was until he heard a commotion and saw group of students gathered around a table with one of them passing out shot glasses filled with he could smell was alcohol. Very strong alcohol from what he could smell. Maybe it will ease me nerves Razor thought

He walked over to the table and saw a few shot glasses being passed around. He saw a full shot glass still sitting on the table and picked it up. He sniffed the contents and looked at it curiously as he said, “this stuff smells like sea water mixed with some citrus. Not really sure what else I smell, but I’ve never smelled anything like it.” He was used to the alcohol the villagers made called Howling Moon Ale. He was use to the smell and strength of that drink, but this one seemed a hell of a lot stronger in smell then that. Nothing ventured nothing gained Razor thought before he downed the shot.

“Holy bloody moon,” Razor said before he looked at the student who had a pirate themed look to him and asked, “What is this stuff? It’s really good; hell it’s better than anything the villagers could make. You got more?” Razor liked the Howling Moon Ale, but it had a sour after taste which Razor couldn’t stomach so he only drank it a few times before he had to stop, but whatever this stuff was. It something Razor could drink all the time.

Renji Yamada - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Monday Evening
@ryukan

After spliting up with Orlan and Liam Renji decided to explore on his own. Finding a nice teacher they taught him how to use his scroll to navigate the schools halls. Using his new knowledge he found where they kept the students luggage and made his way for the ballroom. He found a nice alcove on a window sill of a large window facing the east. Setting down his bedroll he fluffed his pillows and laid out his big fluffy down feather comforter. Satisfied with his spot he made way for the closest bathroom to change into his pajamas. In reality it was a night gown. Made of black satin with his emblem embroidered on the back in gold. To top it all off a white night cap lay upon his head. When he returned to the ballroom he heard a challenge from across the room. He could see a student handing out shots. Intrigued by the bolterous lad Renji stepped up to the table.

When Renji picked up the shot glass the pirate had just laid down he could instantly recognize the smell. "Minstral Coast Rum. Makes me home sick. Good to meet a fellow countryman. My name is Renji Yamada from Serenity's Edge Monestary. Only one thing beats our sake and that's your rum. To Serenity!" He toasted raising his glass before downing it with ease. It brought him back to the days sneaking into the sake brewery and spiriting away a bottle or two with his friends. He also remembered his first experiance with the rum. He had gotten so drunk he climbed a tree and bet he could jump to the next one. He failed and broke his upper arm after landing on it weird. "What is your name? I'd like to know the name of the man I'm about to out drink." He challenged with a wry grin as he took another shot.

Martin Chestnut-Beacon Amphitheater-Midday
@Flamelord
@Hylianhero, @Invariance of C, @Pyromania99 mentioned.

"Yeah, I suppose there isn't much else to do... Still, I wish I knew what was bothering him."

To be completely honest, Martin didn't have much hope for meeting people right now. The way everyone had scattered immediately after the ceremony was over likely meant they would be occupying themselves with friends that were made earlier, while Dawn was writing in her notebook and he was busy being sick. A scarfed girl, short curly haired blonde, and a cat faunus were still here... Other than that, everyone else seemed to have vacated the premises as rapidly as was possible.

"You want to go talk to them," he asked, indicating the group, "or find something to do until the party?"