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[color=Silver][center][h3][color=white]⚙️[/color] [color=Silver][u]Ferris Grey Solidor         [/u]                            
                         [u]       Beacon, After Class[/u][/color] [color=white]⚙️[/color][/h3][/center]

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[sup][color=silver][i]Tuesday, 16:00 [/i][/color][/sup][/center][/color]

[color=silver][I]Well that was a blast.[/I][/color] Ferris thought, indulging in some light irony. Practice consisted of little more than an obstacle course and random bits of exercises. Their 'teacher', the chameleon, spent the class in a one on one session with a student Ferris didn't recognize. As a result, the class deteriorated as they tend to do when nobody was keeping an eye on a bunch of bored teenagers. 

Not that Ferris really minded too much. He was too deep in through to do more than go through the motions. Early on, he idly pulled out a coin, and repeatedly flipped then caught it, using a smidgen of his semblance to pull it back to him if he missed it or it flew out of easy reach.

He kept this up through the entire obstacle course. When he needed both hands, or as an extra challenge he'd flip it extra high and try to cross the obstacle before it hit the ground, Pulling it back to him regardless of the outcome. He clearly wasn't taking things seriously, and as a result his time was lackluster. (Although decently fast, considering.)

Remarkably, he kept up his coin flipping for almost the entire class. From long practice, he was good at catching it, and the aura used to retrieve a missed coin was miniscule amount. 

Class let out after a grindingly slow hour, and not long after it did, Ferris felt his Scroll vibrate. Upon checking it, he found he had an old message from his half brother (which he immediately deleted) and a new one with the information on his team.

Ferris frowned at it. The team thing had been strange ever since he started here, people coming and going, delays and mistakes. But one thing had remained the same. He had been assigned as Captain.

That alone made Ferris wonder if Ozpin had gone senile. Jokingly wonder, mind. The few times Ferris had come across their headmaster, he had been impressed--no, awed by his mind. Ferris couldn't really explain it. If he had to guess, he would say that Ozpin's eyes were old.

Which didn't make sense. Of course they were, he was probably late in his sixties. Plenty of time to gain wisdom, especially since being a Hunter was an inherently dangerous job. Old Hunters were wise hunters. So why did Ferris get such a strange feeling from him?

Ferris shrugged off that line of thought. The man was a legend, after all. He could just be a little star-struck. 

With one dexterous hand, he rapped out a quick message and sent it to all three members of his team:

[code]Rendezvous at main courtyard by NE fountain in ten minutes. We need to meet up before missions.[/code]

And that was it. Short and to the point. That was him. Anything else generally was an act.

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He cut through a few shortcuts, hopped a building with a few coins and his semblance, and made it to the designated spot in five minutes, easily the first one there. Good. Had to set an example. 

That boring-ass class had only made him more restless and read for some [i]real[/i] action. He was hoping that mission work would scratch that itch. But first, he needed to know who he would be working with. He had already met one of them. The loudly dressed girl, who's name escaped him. But the other two were unknown. He hoped to familiarities himself with their weapons, semblances, and skills, before he had to work together with them. Teamwork was critical.

Seeing as no one else was there yet, Ferris pulled out a small book, hopped up on the fountain's rim, and began to read.

[@NaraK][@Caasicam][@harinezumikouken]