[b][center][u]Beacon Academy[/u] [/center][/b]

A place where hunters and huntresses in training come to hone there skills. Many new students will be arriving today by airship. Many friends and strangers would just now begin to see Beacon up close.

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The sound of many excited voices could be heard throughout the airship from the many people meeting up and sharing what they think beacon is like. Rumors where spread of how beacon chooses the teams. A hologram of Glinda goodwitch came up around the airship saying "[color=Purple]And it is with such, the staff and faculty of Beacon welcome you warmly our esteemed academy. Known far and wide for its illustrious efforts and gains, the Huntsmen and Huntresses of Beacon have..[/color]" Glenda Goodwitch followed through on her welcome speech, speaking each sentence coldly, but not emptily. Every word was filled the honor and duty of the Huntress. The perspective of justice that allowed her to keep her head held high when stating the historical credentials of those who have passed through the halls of Beacon and into the doors of history. 

Still, it sounded as if she were naming a list of chores with each incredible battle, famed alumnus, and prodigious young man, woman, and otherwise that had brought the name of Beacon to the top.

"[color=purple]As we arrive to the doors of Beacon, it is expected of you all to act with the dignity required to attend this school. No horse play on the airship, no sparring, no absurd roughhousing, and no bothering the staff during their work. But of course, remember to enjoy yourselves. Thank you all for your attention. It will be approximately two hours before we land. That will be all[/color]".

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The muddled crowd of to-be Hunters and Huntresses began to spread out into different directions depending on their course. Some began their instant mingling among friends or strangers, others broke off from the crowd on their own to seek solitary shelter, and others, namely a few stragglers, were left to themselves to stand awkwardly in the middle of the theater room with nobody to interact with. 

As several of the groups flooded out the doors, it became heatedly clear what the current objective was: Find something to do. 

With that in mind, each student found themselves with the struggle of doing just that.