[center]~Oliver Kootz~

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Oliver smirked at the kiddo, crouching on top of the pillar. He tentatively tugged a nearby cable, leading to the Auditorium with colored flags hanging along it, as he said, "Well, sport, I just happen to like to view from up top. Gives a different perspective," while looking past the Auditorium and higher, to the top of Beacon Tower. An excited grin curling on his lips, he went on, "And mark my words, I'm'ma see the view from up there one of these days," while he stood up and leaned back, stretching his arms and spine with a groan. Hands in his pockets, he calmly stepped out onto the cable, striding on the tether with like walking in the park. He gave a few hops as the cable bounced up and down, as some dust fell from the anchor in the stone of the pillar. Oliver chuckled, saying, "And I do my best to keep from being subtle, I'm about as subtle as a guy flying through the window," while hooking one of his feet below the other, sandwiching the wire in between as he fell backward, spinning around the wire with a couple rotations. The anchor began to jerk, as bits of rock fell from the embedded metal, before one final yank from Oliver tugged it free. On the upwards of his last rotation, Oliver grabbed the cable, reaching the apex of his spin, and giving Rygar a thumbs up. "See you inside, names Ollie!" he said, making another needlessly flashy exit/entrance as he grabbed the cable on his fall, swinging towards the Auditorium with increasing speed.

He couldn't hold back a wide-eyed grin, excited as ever, as he closed in on an open window in the upper levels of the building, possibly two by four feet. He pointed his legs in as the cable fell, Oliver's body soaring straight through as some slack of the wire caught the top of the window, causing Oliver to swing upwards. He timed his release so he wouldn't carry all the force that cable would've transmitted, otherwise it'd have been like a whip snapping him into the roof, but he was still moving fairly fast. But he knew an Amphitheater like this would have rafters for lighting, curtains, stagehands, etc, and while the assortment of bars and beams would normally impede someone flying through the air, Oliver used them to vault and carry himself along. The timing had to be perfect, otherwise his momentum wouldn't be spread out and he'd crash into the wood and metal, but Oliver had been through worse before. He spun, vaulted, and swung through the rafters, the only evidence of his activity being some falling dust and stray creaking. During his last leap, he spotted a long beam near the center of the upper levels of the Auditorium ahead of him, lining up to finish his leap. He landed on the beam, kicking up a few more clouds of dust as he slid along the thin platform, slowing to a stop just inches before the end of the beam. He looked over the edge, quietly whistling at the mostly unsuspecting crowds below, as he took a seat on the beam. Swinging his dangling legs, he leaned on one of the railings above the platform and watched the curtained stage with anticipation. He grumbled, saying, "Miss my pocket bacon..." to himself with a frown, as he reached into his bag. His frown disappeared as he triumphantly pulled out a clear bag of blue and pink tufts of fluff. "Cotton candy, nice and dandy..." he said, grinning as he tore off some of the sugary threads and started munching.

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Behind the curtain was a podium and several chairs. Some of the chairs were occupied by Beacon staff, a handful of notable teachers and faculty members who decided to attend the ceremony. 

One of them was a tall, broad shouldered man wore a dark red suit, black shirt, and gold tie. His arms were held behind his back, brow furrowed in thought and worry, as he paced before the podium. Arrun had been walking for nearly an hour now, long before other faculty had come back stage. Towards the end, Dusty leaned against the wall, wearing dark jeans, a wrinkled gray shirt, and a clip-on tie. He tugged on his lit cigarette, blowing a few rings while he spun what was left of his stick gingerly between his fingers. A door next to him opened, as a woman with blue hair walked through. She wore a slim dress, light blue and stylish, swirls of different shades of blue along the body, and detached sleeves with ruffles. She quickly pulled her hair back with an ornate pin, a bright sapphire in it as she set her hair. "Arrun busy worrying?" she asked, bringing her hands down to stifle a yawn as she finished.

Dusty nodded, blowing his smoke behind him so it didn't get on Rose. "Does he do anything else? Nice dress, bee tee dubs," he said, his ears pricking as he nodded to her. He pulled out a small, silver canister, slipping it open as he dropped his cigarette inside, and pocketed it as he followed Rose.

"Oh, this old thing, thanks," she said with a sleepy smile, that contorted into another yawn. She shook her head, eyes opening in alertness while Dusty chuckled. He took his seat as she continued towards Arrun.

The man was mumbling to himself, nearly wearing a new path into the floor. Even though he was obviously nervous, he still gave off an dominating presence. Rose held her hand up to stop him, as he snapped out of his focus and looked to her. "What is it, Ms. Patch? I'm trying to-"

"Calm down, Arrun."

The man paused, before saying, "I am calm, I was just preparing my-"

Rose shook her head, "No, you're stressing out. You trying to treat this like a battle plan, and it's not, so you're feeling uneasy," she said, as Arrun pursed his lips beneath his mustache.

"I'm...I just..." he said, looking down. "This speech is vitally important, it sets the tone of the year. I need to communicate the importance of what they're trying to do here, some of these kids don't seem to understand how serious this is," he went on, turning around and gripping the podium. He sighed, saying, "These curtains will go up, and they'll listen, but they won't hear. I mean, possibility of death is clearly spelled out in the application, they know how dangerous Grimm are even with the protection of Hunters, but..." he paused once more, his grip on the podium tightening. He sighed, giving a small chuckle as he said, "Give me a thousand Grimm beating down our door, and I'll run in with every move planned. Give me a thousand students to speak too, and I'm practically frozen..." as he shook his head with a small smile. 

Rose chuckled herself, giving Arrun a pat on the shoulder. "Just be honest with them, communicate with words rather than fists. Speak from the heart, you won't miss a step. And remember, education is a two-way street, it's up to them to try to understand their own perspective on things," she said, giving a small punch to his shoulder.

Arrun smiled, glancing back to the teachers on the stage. He nodded, breathing a small sigh of relief as he set his tie.

Dustin groaned, leaning on the back legs of his chair and saying, "Can we start yet Arrun? I can hear them, they're as bored as we are," exasperatedly.

This time Arrun sighed with annoyance, checking the cuff links on his shirt as he replied, "We have a schedule, Mr. Parker, and I will keep to it. Proper timing is just as important in everyday life as it is in the battlefield, you would do well to learn that."

Dustin groaned, tilting his head to look at Rose, who sat down herself. "Couldn't your pep talk have made him less grouchy?" he asked, while Rose only shrugged and smiled in reply. The curtain would soon rise, and the tension was palpable. 

(Anyone else with faculty members without proper CS's, you can post a little thing with them here, just enough to give an idea of the character, we can work specifics out later and retcon things if we have too. :P)