[center][h2]Argent, [colour=2c75ff]Cereza[/colour] and [colour=ForestGreen]Tierra[/colour][/h2][/center]

Cereza honestly didn't pay much attention beyond what Professor Goodwitch had told them at the end of Ozpin's speech, though she got the gist of it. The blonde didn't really have any worries of her own about becoming a Hunter; she knew why she was here and what she was going to do. She [i]would[/i] become a great Hunter, fulfill her brother's dreams and repay him for giving it all up to raise her when she was still a toddler. Nothing else was acceptable, and the hacker was determined to let nothing get in her way. 

The sudden about face of the crowd as everyone started walking towards the exit reminded her that she was currently standing in their way, and the blonde turned on her heels to get ahead of it and avoid being trampled.

As Tierra and her new companion headed the throng exiting the auditorium, the black-haired girl pondered the the speech in her mind.[i][color=forestgreen] "I hadn't joined to protect. I joined to find Dad. Is that so wrong?"[/color][/i] It was a question the Faunus pondered often, an ache in her conscience. Professor Ozpin had mentioned how he had seen "wasted energy in need of purpose, direction." Was she wasting her energy then in what her primary goal was? [i][color=forestgreen]" If he's still out there, then I need to find him. It will not interfere with my duty as a Hunter though. I will still protect and help."[/color][/i] Then the light brown girl squashed down the lingering doubts, as she had every other time the questions plagued her, when she was snapped out of her reverie.

As Argent walked calmly through the crowd, the silver haired knight wove his way between other heavily armed teens, he noticed that he was one of only a few initiates who was wearing armor, though he was probably one of the one’s who needed the armor the least, considering the size of his aura, but it was always better to be prepared, after all, it was better to have armor and not need it, than need it and not have it. He wondered whether anyone actually knew where the dining hall was, as far as he could tell the crowd didn’t seem to be moving in a specific direction.

As she exited the auditorium, Cereza glanced around. No one had told the crowd of applicants where anything was, so there had to be some sort of signage...Ahah! A large sign reading ‘Cafeteria this way’ with an arrow pointing to one side was just ahead, with a quartet of unusual looking students loitering around it as though waiting for something, and the blonde strode towards the path it indicated. The rabble of the crowd at her back was louder than anything she’d heard before, and the computer-lover wanted to put as much distance between herself and the mob as possible; if only to get a little bit of quiet.

It wasn’t very far from the Auditorium to the Cafeteria and the food was set up buffet style, allowing people to just grab what they wanted. Cereza grabbed a plate quickly, settling herself at the end of a table. If she was lucky, Tierra would sit next to her and ward off anyone else. She saw a flash of crimson hair from her right, but when the blonde turned to see if it was Tamn, the person had disappeared into the crowd again.

Argent walked into the cafeteria and immediately started over to the buffet, where he got a plate loaded with rice and a chicken and vegetable curry. The silver haired knight cast around for a place to sit and saw a space where half of a table was unoccupied by anyone except a tall blonde girl, the heir to the Roan family walked over and sat across from the girl, gave a friendly nod and smile, and began eating.

Tierra was brought back to reality by the smell of food. [i][color=forestgreen]”Hmm, must have just followed Cereza on auto-pilot. Really need to stay aware of your surroundings girl.”[/color][/i] Then the black-haired girl noticed one particular smell among the buffet items and saw that indeed her favorite was there, drumsticks. Her mouth salivating, she piled them on and then got a good heap of peas for her vegetables. Then the tanned girl looked for a good place to seat. [i][color=forestgreen]”Hmm, there’s Cereza sitting away from the crowd and now joined by Argent. Well, I do need to get more comfortable with humans here and I have already met both of them.[/color][/i] So the golden-green eyed girl went over there and asked [color=forestgreen]”Do you guys mind if I sit here?”[/color] 

The silence that had fallen over the end of the table was broken by the sound of Tierra’s voice, and Cereza glanced up at her. [colour=2c75ff]”Sure.”[/colour]

As the lithe girl sat beside her, replying with a quick [color=forestgreen]“Thanks”[/color], a commotion over by the entrance way erupted, catching almost everyone’s attention. The blonde watched in confusion as an older male with blood red hair came bolting through the doors, leapt over a table as he dodged a grab from another older student, raced to one of the buffet tables and grabbed a full leg of roast ham before trying to escape out the other side. He almost made it, until a teacher with brown hair stepped from nowhere and clotheslined the tall boy, dragging him out of the hall by the collar of his shirt whilst obviously reprimanding him. The other student, this one musclebound and with boar tusks, dogged the pair’s heels as he followed them out again.

Cereza blinked in surprise before turning to Tierra. [colour=2c75ff]”Did that just happen?”[/colour]

[color=forestgreen]”Yes it did. Really surprising for a grown man to be acting like that. Though his acrobatics were impressive.”[/color] Then Tierra started her goal of removing every molecule of meat from the bones, taking breaks when conversation was asked of her.

Conversation was light between the trio at the end of the table, mostly between Tierra and Cereza with Argent popping in to add his two lien every now and then. Cereza didn’t eat much, too horrified and fascinated by the way Tierra savaged the chicken bones. She wasn’t sure what the silver-haired boy thought, but the blonde thought she saw disgust over the black-haired girl’s manners. 

The hacker left her plate only half finished, sitting on the table where she had eaten just like the other students, then followed the signposts along with the crowd to the ballroom.

[b](Round 1)[/b]