[h3]Beacon Tower - [url=https://youtu.be/8r9Q8zpqr88]Changing Times[/url][/h3]

Delta had to be practically taken by the hand up the tower while he was lost in a daze, completely engulfed in the drastic change of scenery.  He probably wouldn’t have even moved his legs at the faculty member’s incessant commands if the music wasn’t the only thing bounding him to reality.  Now his gaze have shifted from greenery to the intricate layout of clockwork above, rhythmically grinding gears and cogs to uphold a physical elucidation of time.  Aside from that, the office seemed pretty generic in general.  It was what to be expected of the sanctum of a renowned academy headmaster.  Well, that was not entirely true.  There was one more peculiar aspect of the office that Delta hadn’t overlooked.  It was the very headmaster himself.  From books and personal accounts of fellow soldiers in their student life excursions, most people in his position were known to be uptight, pretentious, and held firm to their belief and theirs alone.  But this man had a different aura surrounding him.  There was the sense of tranquility looming around him, filling the air so that it may be breathed into the lungs of those around him.  

His attire also deviated from stereotype, with a viridescent scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, an unzipped black suit, and shaded spectacles which seemed far too small to be usable.  On top of that, he was tall.  Very tall.  He probably saw the world from a perspective nine inches higher than Delta.  Ozpin briefly inspect the two before instructing them to collect their scrolls and then seek out their team leader, albeit the boy’s ears nearly reverberated it as [i]squad[/i] leader.  The boy picked up his device in hand and instantly got into the motion of pecking at the screen.  He already knew how such devices operated, so sifting through the academy’s personal modifications was a synch.  It was a bit of a challenge to hear him over the loud music, regardless of their current altitude.  Though the way he finished his welcoming caused him to perk up.

[b]”...it will be time to begin.”[/b] Delta and Eve exchanged glances then stared at the headmaster at unison.  The student Delta’s side must have been his teammate, although he didn’t get a good look of the individual’s character, he would surely have a chance later on.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Hey, Delta.  There’s something I want to talk to you about.  It’s about the mus-”[/color] Just like that, the perpetual rhythm, much like that of the clockworks overhead, suddenly came to an abrupt end.  The only noise that filled the room now was a choir of ticking.  

The boy slowly slipped the scroll into his shirt’s pocket and ambivalently paced his way over to the office’s window, walking past the headmaster without the slightest of recognition.  He stopped right before the massive pane of glass and gazed down at the landscape below.  [color=#F8F8FF]”Quite the view up here…”[/color] He noted in an absentminded tone, letting his eyes settle upon what seemed to be the source of the commotion.  Quite the crowd of students had flocked to that side of the campus.  Eve hoisted itself out of the pouch and leaped onto Delta’s shoulder to get a better look.  The familiar winced at what it saw, digging its face into the student’s neck to obstruct its vision.  This definitely wasn’t an average day at an academy.  Either that, or school life was more hectic than Delta had foreseen.  [color=#F8F8FF]”What did you see?”[/color] The boy nonchalantly asked.  He could barely make out individual faces and features, all of them looked like ants from this height.  What he could tell was that they were escorting something, or rather, somebody.  

[color=#5A4FCF]”It wasn’t pretty, to say the least.”[/color] Eve managed to eek out, finally raising its head from the groove in Delta’s neck, [color=#5A4FCF]”As I am sure you have already guessed, that was the source of the [i]’music’[/i].  I singled out the decibel frequency and traced it to the source.  I tried to tell you about it, but we had already arrived here by the time I was done with processing.”[/color] As the popular trend went, semblances were reflections of the soul.  [color=#F8F8FF]”A canary stripped of the right to sing…”[/color] Delta mumbled as he stepped away from the window and turned around to face the headmaster, giving the man of the highest authority his iconic deadpan expression, [color=#F8F8FF]”I guess Grane and I have enrolled during times of change.  We will meet your expectations, and surpass them by far, sir.”[/color] He wasn’t one to speak for others, but seeing as dire times were at their doorstep, a dash of wishful thinking didn’t hurt.  

Delta was about to gather his luggage and go out to search for their team leader, but as if on cue a student made a raucous entrance, panting uncontrollably with matted red hair hanging loosely.  Eve was left dumbfounded at the sight, but as the student managed to force out some kind synopsis between breaths, the looks on the familiar’s face only confirmed the statement.  Delta took this chance to take out his scrolls and navigate his way to the team roster, where each of the member’s profiles resided.  He pressed a jutted fingertip at Robert’s tab, which popped up what might as well have been a mugshot.  Well, that made his job a lot easier.  But introductions would have to be left for later.  Delta walked over to his case and rolling bag and placed a grip on both of them, then motioned at the headmaster with a nod towards the door, [color=#F8F8FF]”I believe you’re needed, sir.  We’ll be right behind you.”[/color]