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Rowan didn't know how the hell they could call what that bullhead had been doing [i]flying.[/i] Honestly, where was the freedom? The feeling of the wind in your face, and underneath you to lift you up? He didn't get [i]any[/i] of that in there. No, in there, all he could do was sit in a metal box for what had felt like hours, no matter what it had actually been in real life. And on that subject, it had felt so damn slow, it felt like they were hardly moving! And yet at the same time, it had apparently been moving just enough to leave him feeling... odd... He refused to admit that part to anyone, and thankfully, he managed to keep himself steady long enough to step off the floating coffin without too much difficulty, at which point the feeling disappeared almost immediately.

Still, despite his frustrations at spending all that time in something that removed all the [i]fun[/i] parts of flying, he knew it was a better idea than flying up himself, at least for now. He had to save that until the right moment, when it was tactically appropriate. Naturally, this didn't [i]actually[/i] mean 'tactically appropriate' as much as it did 'when it'll look the coolest.'

Either way, he wouldn't have to worry about it for a while, as for quite possibly the first time in his entire life, he was thankful to have his feet on solid ground. Looking around, he had to admit it was a damn impressive place, this Beacon. He'd passed through some pretty cool looking towns on the way here, but nothing on this level. Some of these towers would make for amazing launch points, he could already tell.

Before he could spend too much longer gawking at the architecture however, he was brought back to reality by an angry growl from his stomach. Unfortunately, he'd run out of money a few days back, leading Rowan to the startling revelation that he might not actually be very good with the stuff. It also led to three days of no food. He really hoped that'd be addressed after whatever they had to do right now.

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Thankfully, food turned out to be the [i]least[/i] of his problems that day. After a speech he only really half listened to, by someone who was apparently a different person to the one Kojiro had originally told him about, there had been a literal feast waiting for them. At that point, Rowan abandoned any idea of restraint, probably justified given the lack of food in the last few days. About halfway through his rampage however, he caught sight of a fox faunus matching him bite for bite, and his motivation changed from mere hunger to the scorching flames of competition. Clearly, she had noticed how much he'd been eating and decided to challenge him, and he was all too happy to oblige, refusing to stop eating until she did.

As he continued to commit to this blatantly bad idea, he felt his old, non-starving personality returning to him, and by the time it was all over he had a wide, almost unnerving grin on his face. Not just because his stomach wasn't trying to eat itself anymore, but also because he'd finally outlasted his challenger.

After dinner, he followed the other students into the great hall, where they'd be spending the night. Some of the others had formed groups of their own, where they talked or tried to show off to each other. It took a bit of effort, but Rowan managed to resist the urge to run in and match their boasting with his own, instead setting up near the corner of the room and briefly inspecting his equipment. That way, he'd be able to [i]show[/i] them how much better than them he was tomorrow at the initiation.

However, his brief burst of maturity turned out to be an impossible dream, as he was distracted from his work by squeals of pain, followed by quite possibly the most [i]enragingly condescending[/i] voices he'd ever heard. He looked up from his work just in time for some jackass, accompanied by what appeared to be his goons, picking on a girl before [i]pulling her arm off what the hel-,[/i] wait, no, it looked like it was actually just a prosthetic. But still, that didn't make it that much less messed up!

From the looks of it, some guy who had been speaking with the girl was confronting the jerks, holding his hand out to take the arm back from the guy. That was probably the right way to go about calmly ending this situation.

Naturally, Rowan decided on an alternative approach. 

Sprinting towards the group, he didn't even bother altering his weight. Normal gravity would be [i]more[/i] than enough for these punks. And then, right as he reached them, he launched himself off the ground, slamming both feet into the apparent ringleader of the group with a vicious dropkick.

[color=E75116][b]"KURONUMA KICK!!!"[/b][/color]