Aqua smiled at the other Huntsman. So far, the people there had been different than what she was used to, but from what she had seen, she wouldn't mind forming a team with any of them. Before she could respond to Kobalt, however, her skull tingled slightly. The ground was incoming. She turned to Kobalt.
"Get ready."The airship landed roughly, shaking the entire craft. Had it not been for her preparedness and the nearby guardrail, Aqua would have fallen for sure. A voice crackled to life over the loudspeaker.
"Sorry for the rough landing, kids, ground was closer than I thought."He cleared his throat.
"Please make sure to take your luggage. You can store it in your locker after the Headmaster's speech. Welcome to Beacon Academy."
"Check, one, two." A tall, grey-haired, bespectacled man in his 40s or 50s perhaps spoke into a microphone, in front of a crowd of students.
"This is working? Excellent. If possible, I'd like to keep this brief." 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.
"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, 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." 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.
One incredibly delicious dinner later...Aqua emerged from the locker room, steam gently lifting from her body. Her dyed blue hair fell in an impossible mess down her back. She had tried to fight it with a comb before, but her hair was a more difficult opponent than any Grimm. She was wearing a simple cream t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Her gills, having been slathered in water from the shower, were more visible now, 6 clear black slits on her neck.
She laid her sleeping bag out, which happened to be a massive shark (she had to keep up the theme somehow), sitting on top of it's cushiony gloriousness. Her cyan eyes scanned out the area. She was pretty quick to change, and only a few other guys, flaunting their muscles and wrestling, were out of the locker room.
She lied back on her bag, not going to sleep quite yet, but allowing her heart rate to slow. Tomorrow was possibly the biggest day of her life- she needed to be ready.
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