[Center]Isaac Markeel[/Center]
 
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Isaac was unusually cowed by the events of the initiation ritual. He had expected the events to have been a breeze: Kill a few ursa and get into the academy for hunters with a snap of the fingers. Instead, he had spent most of the time running for his life and barely avoiding the murderous designs of a Grimm of near mythical proportions. 
 
Sadly, that was not even the worst news. Now, Isaac was the leader of a 4 man cell and his partner for the next few years was a drug taking battle-chaser with a missing arm. If he hadn’t actually gotten the chance to know Rygar a slight amount these last few days, he would assume the berserker would go ahead and quit the academy.
 
Isaac’s ears perked up slightly as he heard the mention of his cell: about RIpTiDe’s clashes with the both unicorns, of the slaying of one at the cost of Rygar’s arm and of the final meeting with the second beast. Why had it not attacked the weakened group: respect? Maybe fear? Either way, his group had been spared by the unicorn and he was grateful.
 
This speech by Arrun was different in Isaac’s ears; a mix of respect for new hunters and respect for the trails faced. He looked around the room, glancing at the few interesting people he’d spotted. The boy in the orange hat was chief amongst his interests. The boy seemed distant, as if he’d had to deal with a number of his own trails and he’d been forced to change because of them.
 
As soon as it was respectful to do so, Isaac left the hall, in a rush to leave the company of the masses and of a mind to do something uncharacteristic. He flipped open his pocket computer, one that connected to people outside of the insular world of Beacon and typed in a message. Ten words later, he was using WALTER to propel himself through the air, towards Beacon’s main recovery room and without a single care for what other people thought of him. 
 
He owed his partner a visit.