Isaac Markeel
Issac was in a moment of peaceful, insular comfort at the charming little bistro. His food was well cooked, and seemed worth the extravagant price tag, all the while he was basking in the ambiance of isolation and music. Thus far, it seemed like his choice to come to a quiet, calm place with a reasonably high price tag had been the correct choice: as he had been un-harassed for the longest of time.
His thoughts dwelt upon what was to come: mostly on the events of tomorrow, but the future just beyond that was also in question. He was confident that the test would not be an issue for Isaac. He couldn't imagine the academy would present a challenge that at least a reasonable majority of the new students could handle and among the group of people: Isaac was confident that he ranked in the top percentage of students. He had heard at least one rumour of groups being formed based on the results of the test: so there was the various issues that could be caused by that. What would his team be like: and what if one of the Faunus were on his team?
So many things to think about, and all of them culminated in Isaac’s distraction and the subsequent appearance of the thing that had been on the stage. It, for its gender was impossible to guess at this point, was like a Lovecraft-ian horror: impossible to truly comprehend, but terrifying none-the-less. Its shadow loomed over Isaac, and it quickly invited itself to his table. He couldn’t think of a reasonable excuse to say no, if it hadn’t proven to be a teacher he would have not minded insulting it; but sadly it had been on the stage with the others. He indicated over to the nearest serving staff: might as well be gracious in his…
Suddenly his hands felt naked without the BUTLER unit. A chill run up his body, resonating from his angle as the creature identifying itself as BB had made skin contact. Isaac remained unflinching and unmoving as BB’s finger trace the rim of his glasses: yet his thoughts wondered onto how quickly he could hide a body, if it mysteriously ended up with a bayonet in its eye-socket.
He regained a sense of composure, not letting his discomfit at the situation become too obvious. “The staff would probably be insulted if you didn’t order something…” he was ignoring the less than subtle innuendo, trying to remain controlled and professional was proving a test: but he was not one to fail any sort of test. “...It’s only fair I share my name: I am Isaac Markeel. What is your job amongst Beacon’s staff?” He was trying to steer the conversation a little bit, keeping a sense of revulsion at bay was proving easy enough. He reached for his glass of water, sipping it while he awaited an answer.
Orion Armstrong
"I'm also good to go." Orion said as he looked the stranger-known-as-Jack. She seemed like a nice enough person, so he hardly had a problem when the woman asked his name. "I'm Orion...Armstrong. Orion Armstrong." He quickly made sure to amend his speech by including the second name, so as to avoid offending this stranger. Maybe humans expected a second name?
Despite the seemingly normal way that the pair had started the introduction: things rather rapidly changed when their was random question about Orion and Reya as a couple. Orion didn't know how to react, but he could almost feel the heat form in his cheeks. Trying to save face, he quickly blurted out a "No, Of course not! I only met her today." He felt an uncharacteristic level of embarrassment over the little bit of light jest at Jack's hands. It was probably just getting caught off guard...right?