"Uh... Ulyssa... I... I don't think you should touch their stuff, I mean - you know, if they're not here and we haven't even met them yet... Doesn't it seem a bit intrusive?" She asked, rubbing her neck as she turned from the window. "Plus, her clothes look kind of... like she doesn't like them being touched," The girl noted, seeing skulls and different punky designs on them. When their roommates finally walked in and introduced themselves, she quirked an eyebrow. Lyra grinned after the introductions, "Wait, Rayne and Noriko... Like team RAVN..? THAT Rayne and Noriko?" She asked brightly, "Oh my god, my papa took me to the Vytal Tournament last year - we watched all four of you fight. I didn't get to see the actual championship fight, we had to come home 'cause he had work... But it was so cool watching you guys all take down the other team! It was... [i]so[/i] cool," She praised excitedly, hopping to her bunk all the way from the floor to sit on it and look at their room from up high. It was only just now that she realized how mild Noriko seemed... But she was such a skilled fighter... What was making her uncomfortable? [i]You know what kind of tempers they have...[/i] Lyra's ear's dropped a little, "Oh, uh, I hope you guys don't mind my being a Faunus. I've already heard some people around campus muttering about it - I certainly thought there'd be more like me here, but... I guess I didn't know just how Vale looked at us until recently. I mean, I knew, but I thought it was a little different here, so if it's a problem... Y'know, we can figure something out. Talk to the Headmaster or something, I'm sure they understand." She worked not to sound downtrodden over it, more addressing it as just a fact. In actuality, if the two members of Team RAVN, whom she'd only [i]just[/i] met, didn't like her because of the way she was born, then she'd probably break down on the spot. She glanced to Ulyssa, realizing she hadn't really figured out if the other girl didn't care or if she was just really good at hiding it. Owyn pulled his sheath from his belt and set it down, looking at their roommate as he introduced himself. He didn't shake hands, just shrugged, "Cool," He said coldly, starting to unpack his bags. "Yeah, what he said... Name's Owyn." For now, he could really care less. He just wanted some sleep in a bed and some peace and quiet. These last three days sucked and this 'Voyd' guy hardly seemed like anybody worth his time. Only a psychopath would want to see Initiation through to the end again. Maybe by the time they were ready to graduate, Initiation would seem like cakewalk. Once he had most of his things unpacked, Owyn pulled his jacket off and kicked off his boots, climbing into bed. "Night," He said, without really acknowledging any further conversation, his back turned and his bed only half-made. Voyd raised an eyebrow, "Alright... Well, based on your could-give-a-fuck attitude, I'm gonna let you two know right now..." With a grin, he leaned forward, "I don't like either of you. Fuck, try to make some friends while you're here, or you'll die out there. You're in a team of four, but you gotta work in groups of teams sometimes too - the more people who don't like you, the harder it's gonna be. Not to mention, if you even make it to graduation, Mr. [i]Soren[/i], Mr. [i]Owyn[/i], once you're real, [i]real[/i] Huntsmen, you're going to be working alongside everybody here. Including me. And Aero. And your other teammates." He shrugged and smirked, "Yeah... Swimmingly," He teased. ----- Droplets of blood black as night spattered the ground as Lysander flicked his blade clean. He didn't take his eyes off the creature on the ground until it disintegrated. He pulled his rifle from his side and collapsed his katana, fitting it snugly into the firearm before extending the stock and pressing it firmly into his shoulder. He cleared his throat and cracked his neck, looking to the sky, waiting... listening... The entire forest felt silent as he stood in the center. Because of Initiation, they hadn't let him hunt for three days... Three days! How ludicrous that they extended it. Were those little kids supposed to clean the place up? For Pete's sake, it would probably take four of them to handle a single Death Stalker... Or two to take down an Ursa. What a joke. He felt sorry for the ones who had to face off against a Nevermore. That was his prey of choice... He grinned at the thought of the newbies - they'd all have their share of obstacles and challenges with the Grimm here... But this, how he and his team were right now, this was how Huntsmen were. The students were defensive prey, but Team RAVN were predators. They were Huntsmen. He stared down the slightly magnified score and watched sky... The massive crows - harbingers of death - were his favorite targets. They fought like hell, had the aerial advantage, and, best of all, got to act as ironic omens of their own demise. [i]CAW!![/i] The sound split the forest, echoing through every tree and bouncing off the mountains in the distance. Finally! God, he was beginning to think he'd hunted them out. What a shame that would be. Lysander waited for it to break into his field of vision in the large, plain-like clearing. No doubt the sound from his last fight had drawn it out. Wait for it... Wait for it... There it was! The taste left his mouth and he could only hear things extremely close to him, but he could make out every single feather on that soulless bird's body as he fired round after round into it from the floor, taking a knee. It let out a bone-chilling screech as it finally spotted him and shook off the pain of his ranged weapon. "Come and get it..." He muttered, his senses returning as he pulled the katana from his gun once more, lengthening it quickly and readying for the attack. -- [i][b]THUD![/b][/i] The bird came crashing out of the sky and into the field, a victorious soon-to-be-Hunstman holding a blade in its back and still firing a gun into the rear of its head. It was certainly dead, but he was making sure. Finally, he stopped, and it turned to smoke under him before he fell to the ground and landed upright. He spit on the floor, "Plenty more to come. Maybe I'll come hunt your flockmates tomorrow," He said waving a hand at the death site. He looked over his cloak... Good, he didn't spill anything on it. At least nothing that stuck. Time to get back. As he ascended the stairs to his room at the top of his dormitory's tower at Beacon, he sighed... Chances were that he and Voyd were going to have new roommates. He'd actually hoped they'd get a year without them, but no such luck. He knew the newbies were coming, and he and Voyd would be expected to hold their hands and tell them it was all going to be just great! Ugh... disgusting.