Unlike a great many of the individuals in the room: Isaac remained unimpressed by the display of the man who claimed only to be the ‘current’ head-teacher. He hardly seemed to have a confidence in his position, nor did he particularly believe in the speech already set out for him. He would of accused this strange figure of lacking conviction: had he not somewhat redeemed himself through the latter part of his speech. He took a note of the name, as well as the various…things that made up the faculty: which included at least one Faunus, several assorted teachers of various size and gender and a…thing.
Whatever that thing was, it disturbed him more than the thought of any Faunus-teacher could.
Either way, the speech began and ended rather quickly: considering the hubbub that had surrounded the punctuality of the students. Isaac could appreciate striving for punctuality though. Military precision was something he had been weaned on for the longest time. Knowing that it would likely continue was a positive note, considering the fact that young Isaac was surrounded by Faunus. A demanding regimen would serve multiple functions: keeping the Markeel heir busy, keeping the Faunus creatures in line, and at least making the concept of possibly being forced to work with them bearable.
The end of the speech was marked by the information that the students had a free afternoon to spend as they wish: and the obvious and the highlighted time-sink was food. Isaac pondered on the thought of the cafeteria; it would be nice to be able to scout out potential allies and talented students, however his thoughts seemed to dwell upon the tight space: filled with Faunus and worse yet…what if any Faunus were a part of the refectory staff?
No: the appeal of an outside catering option was preferable: at least until he could be sure that his food wouldn’t be touched by any of the…beasts. The most expensive eating establishment would be his choice. It was far less likely that a Faunus would touch his food that way. He rose quickly, ignoring the pair of individuals who had taken a notice to him earlier. They took no further notice of him, and he shrugged. Isaac replaced his headphones on his head, before withdrawing a pocket computer and locating the best fit for an exclusive eatery. The Markeel budget would not be stretched by anything as simple as that: even the fourth largest weapons manufacturing company held considerable capital.
So within ten minutes of the speeches end: Isaac was sitting alone in the most expensive restaurant in Beacon. He enjoyed a small venison steak with a bottle of mineral water: and he simply…waited. If things happened or not were of little consequence to him: he had music, and he had food.
Orion watched Arrun’s speech with a mixture of emotions that ramped up and down the scale. First he was worried, and then he was amused: and finally he was left with a feeling of excitement that clenched his heart in its steely grip and pumped blood around his veins. A man of action led them it seemed! It should not be any other way, because no doubt Arrun’s job was dangerous and required a man who could make life or death decisions at the blink of an eye and without a hint of indecision.
The speech came, and the speech was soon done: and Orion was almost disappointed to hear the fact that the afternoon was theirs. He was eager to do battle now; to undergo the test and prove himself as much as proving that the conviction that was in his heart was real and that the path he was on was right.
"…dunno about you, but 'free' doesn't sound bad. I'd rather not blow all of my money right away." Orion suddenly looked over at Reya: shocked to see that she’d been speaking. The Faunus had been so lost in his own little world that he had completely neglected listening to both of the two people he seemed to be striking some sort of accord with; that wouldn’t do at all.
“I can get behind free.” Orion nodded at the Reya, who set about unfurling what looked like an…umbrella? Extravagant a design for an umbrella: unless it was her weapon. He shrugged lightly, before getting up and offering a hand to Arara. “Dunno if the main buffet is your sort of thing: but that is where I’m headin’. Least I could do is in offering you a hand up.”
