[color=7ea7d8][b]Conall Linumbienne[/b][/color]

Honesty time.

The blue man hadn't expected the sheer thoroughness of how prepared this Academy, in all of its daunting massiveness, was for its influx of freshmen. Credit where credit was due to the monolithic school— They definitely paid attention to the needs of the people that were set to attend.

The door of locker shut with just the right amount of authority, followed by a single click.

Case in point— He'd just managed to fairly comfortably fit a lance of over two meters in length within the locker he had been assigned. Neither as [color=9e0039]Cróeb Ruad[/color] nor [color=ed1c24]Cróeb Derg[/color] was the young spearman's weapon in any way compactible, by the by; a sturdy lance that could split, in his eyes, wasn't quite as trustworthy as some would claim.

But, all of that was a moot point. He had no need of the feature— and he was accommodated thusly.

[color=7ea7d8]"Sure as hell did their research..."[/color]

The process of changing was quick— little more than a set of fuzzy pajama pants was what he usually wore. His undershirt would remain slung over his shoulder as insurance, be it from the potential for cold or reprimand by whomever was keeping an eye on them.

And he knew for a fact that someone definitely was. The room was already fairly dark by the time he'd made his way in, with most of the other hopefuls having already drifted off to face tomorrow with all due haste.

Fine by him. As far as professions went, Hunters always had a very high distribution of girls, after all, and the nature of the beast necessitated they'd all be in top shape...

[color=7ea7d8]"Co-ed sleeping quarters."[/color] he said through an amused smirk. [color=7ea7d8]"No way they don't have eyes on us."[/color]

Needless to say, a bunch of cute girls with cute faces sleeping soundly was very welcome eye candy, and he didn't doubt that many of them felt the same way about the male contingent among them. Hell, at 6'1 and a lean 165 pounds, he'd probably have qualified even without the finer features of his face.

Plopping down in a suitably open space in a cross-legged position, Conall busied himself with untying the wild cobalt mane that had previously been constrained to a ponytail, listening in on the hushed conversations of those awake around him as his just-past-shoulder-length hair fell free.

A fair portion of them involved their hearts being put crossways by the pressure. Sure, a couple comments on appearances, a few titters, giggles, and snickers, but the mood was definitely still centered upon tomorrow.

Ah, well. 

Seeing and being seen was about as much as any one of them could have reasonably hoped for with what was coming up. He could hit on cute girls and such on his own time— to lose focus here wouldn't be wise.

[color=7ea7d8][i]Not the time or place, buddy. One last hurdle to jump through. Can't screw it up here after coming all this way.[/i][/color]

He flopped back onto his pillow, a thoughtful frown playing across his pretty face as his red eyes bored a hole into the ceiling.

Honestly, to speak of cute girls and coming all this way, he had to wonder how Marsail was handling this. Being the only person he'd really gotten a proper chance to meet and speak to, on top of being a familiar face, she was pretty much the lone other person he could have had any real stake in, one way or another.

Credit where it was due, even if she wasn't the hyper-professional and unflappable student that the rumors of her had foretold, she didn't seem the type to distract herself with eye candy, either. That'd probably leave her in a similar position as him—

He really hadn't much else to do besides wait for sleep to come, and to think about what lied ahead of things after.

Would the head start make it easy on her? Would she focus too hard on it and psyche herself out? Would her father's advice trivialize things, or muddy it?

Truth be told, he hadn't many friends here.

He had to admit it— He wanted her to perform well, too. That brief chat they'd had before Ozpin's speech had actually calmed him down more than he'd given it credit for. Despite everything he'd said and done, he was still— just a little, of course— intimidated by all this, and yukking it up with her had smoothed the transition out for him.

It'd be a shame if one of them faltered after he'd talked them both up like that, eh?

He snorted at the thought.

[color=7ea7d8]"Yeah, damn well would be."[/color]

He closed his eyes.

[i][color=7ea7d8]Not a chance in hell.[/color][/i]