Aurellius tugged on the luxurious red tie that adorned his chest as the viewing came to an end. The tie fit well with the rest of his black suit, and it made sure he didn't stand out too much. White just wouldn't have worked when held up to the standard Beacon Academy uniform, and he sure as hell wasn't going to wear something unsettling like green or purple. 

He was bored as hell, though. Aurellius had been expecting something more akin to a gala, but all they had was a decent ceremony. Sure, their romp through the forest had been a helluva ride, it all just felt a bit short. He looked over his 'teammates.' Their reveal as Team MODA was an amusing one. The guy with the tank being their leader was the punchline, and he sure packed a punch. Their battle had been a whopping success. Aurellius' bullets ripped bark to shreds, but it just wasn't as good as regular Grimm. Brown really wasn't as good a color. 

He supposed the sap technically counted as its blood, but that was a stretch. 

Looking back to his squad, he chuckled. They weren't all that half bad. Sure, Oswald was a git, and Marcus' only redeeming factor was the tank, and Diamond's cane was hideous, they had their bonuses. Oswald worked well as a meat shield, Marcus had the tank, and Diamond had a fancy hat. It all worked out in the end. 

Having only been half listening to their conversation, he looked up just in time to see Marcus leading the way with a marching gait. Aurellius grinned slightly, stretching his arms out as he began to walk himself. "Our Glorious Leader has found the way, has he? What a joyous occasion! We'll have to celebrate. Who's for wine and caviar?" He snorted. "You don't have to assume the position so literally, Marcky. 'This way,'" he muttered, copying Marcus' voice. "I'm sure we would've found our way on our own without your fancy psychic powers of knowing where to go."