Lillie hummed gently as she strapped her weapon to her side, as featherstroke had a third mode, which allowed it to split in half an collapse so she could carry it better.
She couldn’t wait for her first class.
Maron was hanging from her top bunk, skirt falling down over her self.
“ I’m very excited for class!” She said brightly. “ I hope I get to fight some other students today, oohhhh I’m so excited!”
Olivia had relaxed, after being assured that her help was appreciated as the smaller Faunus didn’t actually know how to tie her own tie.
Olivia smiles brightly, as she left her dorm room...running smack into Rachel who had been coming out of her own dorm.
Olivia was sent sprawling, knocking down a distracted Lillie, while Rachel stumbled a little and knocked into Tara.
Rachel had been in a fairly good mood, despite the odd choice in leader, her teammates were looking to be good candidates for friends...and then she saw Olivia.
The minute Tibbles saw Rachel, she knew she was going to say something. And Tibbles did not like that. "Before you speak, Rachel, I suggest you think."
Peyton overheard the chatter. "Before YOU speak, Tibbles, I suggest YOU think." Peyton said mockingly. Peyton gave the girls a death glare. "If you will excuse us, we have to go. We're not going to be late because of some idiots."
Lillie blinked in surprise. She helped Olivia up very quickly, before turning to talk to the other team.
“ hey! Come on guys, this isn’t the place to bring up past problems” she said cheerfully hands on her hips.
Inside the dorm room, Maron fell from the top bunk, hearing he familiar voice,
Paige tried to get out of the situation as fast as she can. She remember Ozpin saying that Tara was on this team, and she didn't want Tara to ruin her reputation at Beacon. She especially didn't want her to bring up her father in front of Tibbles and Olivia.
"Maron? Are you alright?" Tara asked. "We better get a move on, we might be late." Tara did not want to be late for her first class, as that would be a bad first impression for her teachers.
Maron was fuming as they walked.
“ we need to show them that we’re the best!” She said as they headed into prof.Ports class.
Impressing a prof. meant they would choose your team to take under their wing. Port was very rarely ever impressed...so to impress him would be big.
Lillie was too busy ignoring Maron to notice one of the steps, and she went flying, tumbling down the stairs.