[Center]Orion Armstrong[/Center] --- The evening ended in a much quieter fashion than the day for the Bear Faunus. He sat with Reya in relative silence as he brooded over the day: unable to hide the slight degree in which he was hurt from himself. After a quick dinner, Orion excused himself and withdrew to a private corner of one of the courtyard areas; where he began to draw. His drawings were rough and varied, and he managed to get through a number of pages in his notepad before he was done. The pictures were varied and full of thought: pictures of parents and new-acquaintances and ancient ancestral spears and a white wolf, surrounded by a scene of blood and silence. He finished drawing as dusk took the academy, and the cathartic act of drawing had made him feel much better. He realised that he was probably acting irrationally and pridefully, and quickly stopped holding the annoyance against Reya. Pride was a hell of a thing, and something he normally didn’t spend too much time becoming embroiled in, yet he had fallen to it today. [i]That’s a mistake I can’t make tomorrow.[/i] He made his way to the repurposed sleeping accommodations and found himself a quiet enough spot amongst the male half of the hall. He was one of the first to drift off to sleep, having changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a novelty night-cap, in the shape of a bear no less. The novelty of the hat amused him, and had been a present from his adopted parent. Orion awoke not particularly early, nor particularly late. He awoke by 8 o’clock and had eaten and showered by the time it was 8:30. Oddly, when he was entering the shower, a grumbling member of the faculty was cursing something about bubbles and a ‘blonde buffoon.’ Orion spent another thirty minutes preparing himself for the ordeal to come. He tested out Epsilon Delta for the first time in about a week, and was happy to feel the comforting weight of it in his hands again. After that, it was simply a case of strapping his armour onto his normal clothing and adjusting the Zeta bracer. He flared his aura a little as he felt the familiar rush of strength in his muscles. It was nearly time to let loose. Orion arrived at the dock a few moments after Arara had returned from her walk. He contemplated going over and speaking to the group of people, but a niggle of worry had him fearing he’d offended Reya with his idiocy yesterday. He didn’t know if she noticed him acting the fool, but he certainly imagined she had. Instead of going over to the group, Orion went towards the end of the pier, Epsilon Delta at his hip and a small phone-device in his hand. --- [Center] Isaac Markeel [/Center] --- Isaac’s night, unlike Orion, was not an overtly calm one. He had beaten a hasty retreat from the strangeness that was BB, and thankfully he had not been followed: despite the fact that he expected that would be. It was a blessing, to be sure: but the entire ordeal had left him a little shaken. [i]To think that there are people with powers like that…[/i] the thought of having been enthralled so easily in that androgynous spider’s web left him a ponderous, as well as disturbed. [i]It seems I have more to learn than I thought. I will need to conquer that creature’s ability to change my state.[/i] Thoughts of BB were soon left behind as almost pleasant memories as he went to the next task that would have to follow such a strange development. He had heard his father’s voice and had been ‘saved’ by it. Isaac wouldn’t be able to put off what was to come, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to put off his conversation with him. Isaac used the evening to retrieve his equipment from storage. Donning the WALTER unit once more was a well-enjoyed comfort. It gave him power again, and it made him feel like the man who had conquered regional tournaments for years once again. He didn’t feel like a fly in a spiders web: he felt strength and energy and warmth flow into his limbs again. He felt confident and he knew he’d need all that confidence and energy and strength in order to deal with what was to come. Using the WALTER unit and a few of his bayonets, Isaac scaled the roof of the library in order to find a silent, isolated place. When he was sure he was alone, the Markeel heir reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket computer-like device. To chunky to be called a phone, Isaac started to punch in a code of some sort, typing at incredible speeds and with practiced accuracy. He eventually placed the computer-esque device on the floor and a projection floated into life in front of Isaac. A man wreathed in shadows appeared in front of him; Isaac didn’t need to see his face to imagine the stern indifference on his face or the measured look in his eyes. “Hello father. I’m ready to deliver my report…” [i][b][/i][/b] Isaac made it out of bed early, having slept five hours in a corner of the bed he was certain isolated him from any nearby Faunus. Unlike most people, he had decided to shower the evening before: instead of clamouring for the washing facilities this morning, and as such the Markeel heir took a walk into the town, away from the loud cafeteria facilities that were sure to be crowded by hungry teenagers with a need for food. Isaac purchased a cup of coffee and was happy enough to take in the sights of Beacon with just the thump of his music and the warmth of his drink. He found himself a seat that observed the dock and simply people-watched for a while. There were a great many interesting students around, he was pleased to note, ranging from Pranksters to princesses. Eventually he recalled one of the observations made by his father in last night’s chat: and the memory of the words pushed Isaac into action. He left his people watching perch as Orion arrived, and arrived onto the dock mere moments after him. Isaac knew that he wouldn’t look like much: he was slightly below average height, and although he had made an effort to were slightly more fitting clothes, the bulk of his muscle was still hidden by the attire he wore: which oddly lacked any armour plating. The WALTER units looked like a mere pair of gloves, and the bayonets on his body did little to make himself convincing, attached to either his belt of to his biceps. Despite how uninspiring he looked, he gave off an air of confidence as he approached the gather group of women and the plebeian who stood beside them all. Blanking Alistar completely, Isaac looked at the women for a moment before clearing his throat and finally speaking up: a smile on his face and his voice the practiced pitch of meek friendliness. “Anyone heard news about this examination yet? I’m eager to get going…Isaac by the way, Isaac Markeel.” He offered a hand to the group in general, acting the civil individual.