[center][b][i]Mikoto - Beacon Fort[/i][/b][/center]
The swan was walking down the hall from her assigned quarters to the briefing room with a bit of a frown in her face. [i]Ok. I get it. My name isn't very usual around here. But could you not mispronounce it over loudspeaker, kindly thank you?[/i] she thought bitterly, although when she came around the corner to see a group of soldiers she instantly put on a confident, warm smile. As she passed the group she saw one of them fumbling with a lighter.

Greeting them as she passed by, she snapped her fingers and the sergeant's cigarette lit up. "Thank you, your grace!" he called after her, making her snicker and wave at them regally. She wasn't familiar with the military tradition of callsigns, but she couldn't help but like hers.

Her stay so far has been good. Once she got her bearings she quickly fell into favor with the lower ranking soldiers. It was a nice change, seeing the officers lived a lot similar life that she did before coming here. She enjoyed one unit's poker games in particular, and they seemed to like her just for noticing them and learning all their names, something she found out some of the officers didn't bother with.

Apparently they finally saw it fit to send her out. Mikoto was feeling excited. She did well learning how to fight for about half of her life, and yes, they did some training that simulated real world environment, but by and large she has yet to employ her skill in actual combat. But alas, she was set on helping drive the Grimm back before they were all turned into their food - now that would be an ironic way for her to go.

as she walked into the room, her red eyes grew a little wider as she saw the people there, one in particular. Up until now, she was the only faunus with wings she has ever seen, and the caveman lookalikie in the room had the wings of a friggin dragon. Shaking it off, she greeted the others and moved to the side of the room to lean against the wall, waiting for something interesting to happen.