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[b]Marsail Cirsium[/b]

There was a significant amount that had happened since the end of the Signal semester and her graduation from the combat academy, but Marsail Cirsium decided that it was probably better to keep her answer brief. Even though she was unsure of when the faculty would finally arrive, she didn't like being interrupted when she was talking. Better not to risk it.

"[color=b53389]I went out into the field with me da,[/color]" she answered, dipping further into her highland brogue for a moment as she thought back warmly on the trips. The Cirsium patriarch had allowed her to join him on one of his hunting expeditions after her graduation, and the experience had just been overwhelming. "[color=b53389]How about you?[/color]"

Ozpin, however, soon arrived after their quick exchange, and Marsail immediately sat up in her chair, intently watching the speech made by one of the greatest Huntsmen in history. It was shorter than she had expected it to be, almost too straightforward for a man who seemed so grand and unapproachable, but even so, the fact that it was the Ozpin before them was sobering.

"[color=b53389]The ballroom,[/color]" she murmured to herself when the speech was over, pulling out the brochure she was given for the orientation. "[color=b53389]Where is it ...?[/color]"

She squinted down at the map, having opened the page wide.