[h2][b]Oswald Connolly- Beacon Commons[/b][/h2]

Almost flinching at Ms. Vanhomrigh's outbursts, Oswald had to suppress a laugh. She was intimidating, sure, but this was only the start of her torment. If such banalities as not arriving as a group got this woman to be so...drill-sergeantish, this mission was going to rival their previous one in terms of utter BULLSHIT. 

Cocking an eyebrow at Ms. Vanhomrigh's...childlike insulting of Cobalt, he wondered whether the 'team leader' would be able to handle it without bursting into tears. Probably not, considering their first meeting. Removing his sheathe, Dust pouch and shield, Oswlad laid them in front of himself and flicked his eyes to their tormentor. Now, it was time for the armor. UGH. 

Carefully undoing each piece of his armor, Oswald laid the metal and canvas out in front of him, as per orders. He was used to dealing with no-bullshit types, but Beacon was not the place for them if his experience had taught him anything. That might have been a part of the reason he had so much trouble fitting in and making friends, but Ms. Vanhomrigh took it to an absurd level. 

Looking over his gear, he did a mental checklist to ensure everything was there: His backpack with food and water, a large first aid kit, a sleeping bag rolled into itself, a fresh set of underclothes, a powerful flashlight/lantern, a lighter and a pair of night-vision goggles, all from Beacon's requisition's office. Diamond's offer had been appreciated, but Oswald liked to have his gear ready the night before a mission. Made sense to him. 

In addition to his backpack, he had one pair of pauldrons, one pair of gauntlets, one pair of greaves, a canvas brigandine, a sword, shield and small Dust pouch laid out in front of himself.