Morgan Rouge - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Monday Morning
Morgan awoke with a start, sensing the shift of airship’s motion as it slowed to a stop. He absently readjusted the bright red bandana he’d been using as a make-shift blindfold snugly over his mess of blonde hair and leapt to his feet. Swinging his father’s naval jacket over his shoulder, Morgan got his first good look at Beacon Academy from the ship’s viewing gallery and whistled appreciably. The school’s expanse of long avenues and towering spires were larger than some of the coastal towns Morgan had visited whenever the Fluffy Cloud took to shore.
Even after living a year mostly ashore for his final year of schooling at Signal Morgan still wasn’t used to the sheer luxury of space most landlubbers took for granted. In any event, he’d better get a move on if he intended to make orientation at his new home. Striding purposely through the rapidly emptying airship, he secured the familiar sextant of weapons strapped all over his body, making sure the four filigreed pistols were safely in their holsters, and the pair of cutlass’ on his belt were comfortably adjusted. Compared to some of the other student’s more centralized armaments Morgan looked like a walking arsenal, which was fine by him, he thought with a smirk. It’s best to show off what you’ve got.
Speaking of which. It was a hot.
Morgan quickly unbuttoned his shirt as he stepped off the airship, leaving it to hang off of his powerful shoulders to let in the air, and of course, showing off his sculpted physique to any passerby’s. He realized stepping off that he was among the last of the students departing the airship and most of the students were already making their way towards the central courtyard. Hoisting a pair of large metal chests with steely exteriors like something straight out of an old pirate movie, he set off with a confidant stride towards the central courtyard.
Morgan Rouge - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Monday Midday, Post-Ceremony
Morgan’s dallying had him making it in time to hear the tail end of Professor Ozpin’s speech, at least he assumed it was Professor Ozpin if memory from a few newspicts served. He filtered into the edge of the crowd along with a few other laggards as a prim looking blonde woman finished the orientation with a few final instructions
“I do hope I didn’t miss anything too important,” Morgan said to his fellow peers near the back of the crowd as he joined it. “I’d hate to miss anything exciting on the first day.”
Morgan awoke with a start, sensing the shift of airship’s motion as it slowed to a stop. He absently readjusted the bright red bandana he’d been using as a make-shift blindfold snugly over his mess of blonde hair and leapt to his feet. Swinging his father’s naval jacket over his shoulder, Morgan got his first good look at Beacon Academy from the ship’s viewing gallery and whistled appreciably. The school’s expanse of long avenues and towering spires were larger than some of the coastal towns Morgan had visited whenever the Fluffy Cloud took to shore.
Even after living a year mostly ashore for his final year of schooling at Signal Morgan still wasn’t used to the sheer luxury of space most landlubbers took for granted. In any event, he’d better get a move on if he intended to make orientation at his new home. Striding purposely through the rapidly emptying airship, he secured the familiar sextant of weapons strapped all over his body, making sure the four filigreed pistols were safely in their holsters, and the pair of cutlass’ on his belt were comfortably adjusted. Compared to some of the other student’s more centralized armaments Morgan looked like a walking arsenal, which was fine by him, he thought with a smirk. It’s best to show off what you’ve got.
Speaking of which. It was a hot.
Morgan quickly unbuttoned his shirt as he stepped off the airship, leaving it to hang off of his powerful shoulders to let in the air, and of course, showing off his sculpted physique to any passerby’s. He realized stepping off that he was among the last of the students departing the airship and most of the students were already making their way towards the central courtyard. Hoisting a pair of large metal chests with steely exteriors like something straight out of an old pirate movie, he set off with a confidant stride towards the central courtyard.
Morgan Rouge - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Monday Midday, Post-Ceremony
Morgan’s dallying had him making it in time to hear the tail end of Professor Ozpin’s speech, at least he assumed it was Professor Ozpin if memory from a few newspicts served. He filtered into the edge of the crowd along with a few other laggards as a prim looking blonde woman finished the orientation with a few final instructions
“I do hope I didn’t miss anything too important,” Morgan said to his fellow peers near the back of the crowd as he joined it. “I’d hate to miss anything exciting on the first day.”