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As Ash gazed out at the ever-nearing Beacon Academy, she made sure to note the people she was standing with. After all, these other students were possible future teammates, so it was good to at least know the types of people she would be possibly dealing with for these next few years at Beacon. Her eyes flickered from person to person as she assessed them and took mental notes about all sorts of information that may prove pertinent in the future. 

Suddenly, the ship gave a sudden jerk, knocking Ash off her balance slightly and giving her quite a start. The same voice crackled over the P.A. once again. 

"Sorry, ladies and gents, didn’t realize how close we were to the ground. You can pick your luggage up in the bay area under the ship, where you can store it in your designated locker after the headmaster’s speech. Welcome to Beacon Academy.” 

[i][color=808080]At long last. Thought I was gonna die in there.[/color][/i]


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[color=00a651]"Check, one, two." [/color] A tall, grey-haired, bespectacled man in his 40s or 50s perhaps spoke into a microphone, in front of a crowd of students.  [color=00a651]"This is working? Excellent. If possible, I'd like to keep this brief."[/color] He looked out to the crowd of Huntsman, desperate to join Beacon for one reason or another. Many of them would not succeed in this task. 

[color=00a651]"You have come here for many different reasons, whether altruistic or not. But what every single person that steps into Beacon seeks is improvement. It is my duty, as well as the duty of the staff here at Beacon, to help provide that. But perhaps I should change my wording here. We will provide the knowledge that you will need to succeed, but it is up to you - and your team- to grow. As fighters, and as people. Body, and soul."

"That being said, I stated I'd like for this to be brief, so I'll cut off the philosophy here. Dinner will be served shortly, with a wide range of meals catered to your various diets and cultural differences, and then you may head into the Great Hall to sleep. Tomorrow is your initiation, which will determine your future here at Beacon, so I suggest you get some rest. I will see you all tomorrow morning." [/color]

As he finished his speech and turned away, the students began to talk among themselves. As he walked away from the mic, a smile slipped onto Ozpin's face. 

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[i]One incredibly delicious dinner later...[/i]

Ash emerged in a cloud of steam from the locker room. Her short, ash gray hair was slicked back and tucked behind her ears, and she was dressed in a casual t-shirt and pair of black-and-white striped shorts. Slung over her shoulder was a bag of stuff that included her sleeping bag, toiletries, an old book, and a flashlight. Ash had changed and showered quickly, and as such the Great Hall was practically empty, save for a few young men attempting to impress each other with their wrestling and literally flexing on each other. 

[i][color=808080]Men.[/color][/i]

Ash picked a spot along the wall, unrolling a large grey-black sleeping bag, and inserted herself halfway in. She closed her eyes briefly and flashed back through her past few years of training. Tomorrow was the day. [i]The[/i] day. If she messed up, at best she’d be sent packing.

At worst, her luggage would be sent back without her. 

Needless to say, she needed to be ready, and ready she would be. 

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