[h2][center][color=808000]Basil Trista Plagas[/color][/center][/h2]

 Basil sighed as he packed away the last of his belongings, [color=808800] [I]‘Why did I have to be the odd one out? Typical, get through a life threatening initiation then get moved across the ocean.’[/I][/color] As the pale boy finished grumbling his crow, Dolor, landed next to him and looked at him. [color=808800]”Come on you, in the cage,” [/color] Basil said and pointed at a nearby bird cage. The bird looked distastefully at the cage and then back to it’s master. [color=808800]” Ugh, fine, go out for another twenty minutes or so, but don’t leave the academy’s grounds in case we leave early.” [/color] The bird gave a joyful caw and quickly flew away.

A few moments later heavy steps ould could be heard, followed by a sharp knock on the door. [b]”Cadet Plagas, I need to have a word with you.”[/b] Came a firm voice. [b]”I have news regarding your team assignment.”[/b] 

As the teacher spoke Basil turned from his belongings, stepping towards door and opening it to allow the older huntsman standing into the room, [color=808800]” Has it been decided where I’m going? Vacuo? Mistral? Vale?”[/color]

[b]”That’s General Smith, Cadet Plagas. Manners,”[/b] he said, stepping into the dorm room. [b]”Good news is we have located a suitable team.”[/b] He looked at the freshly packed bags and empty cage, [b]”Sadly, a newly initiated student at one of the other academies has been charged with murder, she is awaiting sentence, however the simple fact of the matter is she is no longer eligible as a student of Beacon Academy.”[/b]

[color=808800]“Apologies, General Smith, this whole situation has me very….irritated.”[/color] Basil closed the open birdcage as he spoke, [color=808800]” So, General, is there anything I need to know about this new team of mine?[/color] He asked the blue eyed officer.

The instructor nodded, [b]”Understandable, cadet, these transfers tend to be quite stressful.”[/b] Eisen took a large scroll from a pocket within his uniform jacket, opening the device to profiles for Basil’s future teammates, [b]”Cereza Floriciente, human female, 17 years old, team leader. Viola Marsilea, human female, 17 years old. Argent Roan, human male, 17 years old, Viola’s partner. Cadet Floriciente will be your partner on this team..”[/b]

With a flick across the screen, General Smith transferred the basic profiles to Basil’s scroll, [b]”Everything you need to know about your team. Names, weapons, and faces. Personal details are at their discretion to provide. Any questions?”[/b]

The crow eyed youth retrieved his own scroll from the small black satchel hanging from his side, opening the device to examine his future team. The faunus looked upon them with distaste, after a few moments his distaste changed to satisfaction as he shrugged and returned his scroll to the pouch Basil pulled it from. [color=808800] “I have no questions, General,” [/color] The dark haired student replied.

[b]”Very good. You’ll be departing for Vale first thing tomorrow morning, make sure you have all of your belongings and said goodbyes if you have them.”[/b] General Smith instructed, turning to take his leave, [b]”I think you’ll like Vale, I have a cousin who works at Signal.”[b] With that, he took his leave, closing the door firmly in his wake.

Basil sighed after the older man left the room and returned to looking out the window.The faunus had no goodbyes to make and everything was packed, he just stared out the window and began to think about his future in Vale.