[center]Kingdom of Vale Rozen Cafe[/center] The high society district in Vale's kingdom occupied a good dozen miles from Beacon's location was bustling with waiters and waitresses all in black tie attire. This wasn't just some hodge-podge coffee house that anyone could walk into, no, unfortunately those unsuspecting few usually walked in and received both a hearty welcome and a heart attack when seeing the ridiculous prices for their teas and sandwiches. On the upper floors which were exposed to the open air, in an unbuttoned suit and distinct lack of a tie sat a certain blonde haired von Rah. The young man stared into the dark, reflective surface of the coffee in the quaint tea cup before him with a slightly stressed look staring right back at him. His head was full of static silence. He wasn't listening to the person who sat across from him. "...Do you understand, Rood?" The sudden assertion of his name caused the blonde to look up at the woman across from him. Her hair was dark and pulled back into a concise bun and she dressed as a secretary. Probably because she was. As a matter of fact, she was the secretary of the person he was actually supposed to meet today. "Yeah..." He mumbled, averting his gaze. That was a lie. After the point of the conversation had passed, he had stopped listening to the woman altogether. It was just fluff, mindless fluff at that. The secretary knew this and heaved a large sigh. She was about to launch into a huge rant until Rood's phone went off. She glanced at the scroll, then back at him. "You should get that..." She muttered angrily. Well, that was obvious. Rood already had it open as soon as she said it. Glancing over the text, he tossed the expensive scroll over to the secretary, who read over the words and sighed again before standing. "I see. I best arrange for transport..." She stood and walked away, already dialing a number. Rood continued to stare into the dark, overly sugared coffee before him for a moment longer before taking the scalding liquid and tossing his head back to down it in one gulp. --------- [@Turboshitter][@BCTheEntity][@Eirene][@Crimson Clover][@Chickn][@Mr Allen J] A riding crop smacked between the two, hitting first Bonny and then Vlad across their chests. Glynda, looking quite annoyed with BOTH their behavior, took a step back and folded her arms. Amused, Ozpin took a sip of his coffee as he surveyed everyone that had come. Two faunus. Uncommon but not unheard of. A shark faunus was certainly different from the usual breed of mammal faunus that come through. One rather placid girl with a green hue shining off of her clothing seemed to make the air around her crackle with electricity. He noted the two silver haired students that had arrived as well, Platinum Kray and Rowan Valinn. These names were going to give him a headache during the team naming process for sure, but that was nothing new. He noted that Platinum wasn't acknowledged when she asked Vladimir a question, so he approached her himself and put a hand on his shoulder. "The activity will be announced shortly. There's still more students to come and I'd rather speak to them all when they arrive. Or at least, when one more arrives..." Ozpin trailed off as the loud sound of an aircraft approached, causing him and Glynda to look up. A small aircraft with the hatch open on both sides flew quickly towards the cliffside before stopping just above everyone present. It turned slowly, and from the shadows within stepped out Rood von Rah. He placed his chain-clad arm on the ceiling of the craft as he looked down at the other from where he stood within the craft's interior. Wind blew in all direction, causing the grass beneath them to have a rippling effect. Rood paused long enough for his red eyes to lock with everyone else's gaze before leaping out of the aircraft, swinging his arms as he dropped to the ground below. He landed with a heavy CLANK, his golden armor appearing to weigh quite a bit as he swayed downward, his palm flat on the ground before him. As he slowly stood up, the aircraft turned and departed into the distance. He walked up to the group, arms stiff and swaying at his sides, a very aggressive swagger painting his footsteps with an air of regality. The sunshine shone off his caramel toned skin and reflecting slightly off of barely wet red paint decorating his torso. As he approached, Ozpin stepped up to greet him, outstretching his hand which Rood took. "Rood von Rah, good to see you could make it afterall." Ozpin greeted politely, shaking Rood's hand before going back to his coffee. "Yeah... Sorry for being late. I look forward to the task ahead...." Rood slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto Sage's. He went to the faunus, his arms folded. The atmosphere he cast seemed overbearing, so when he stepped up to the smaller man he seemed to loom over him. As he leaned down, a bit of a scary shadow was cast on his face. "...Do these fall off?" He asked suddenly, gently poking the faunus' antlers, his tone surprisingly light and genuinely curious. "My dad used to keep stags around and their antlers would fall off and regrow every spring." Ozpin, seeming satisfied, turned to Glynda to begin preparations. Worst case scenario, the last huntress in training would be a no show and they'd simply have to find a way to fill her spot.