Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11527289-20130718200711/@comment-11527289-20130721231915

''Look at all these different people, from different backgrounds, different stories, different personalities, different weapons... the list could go on. However, they're all here for a single purpose: To preserve peace and defend this world. And that is what I find most beautiful about Beacon Academy.''

Grayson spotted a few girls mingling about, alone, a boy with tech wings, a girl with conspicuous auburn hair, a green man dressed strangely like a pirate, a very pretty teen with raven hair, a boy panicking, a girl with two drones, a woman in a maid's outfit, a man sitting on a bench sharpening a rather large knife, a young lady donning a red/black dress, a little girl and a man arguing about something, and a boy just going into the bathroom. He could also hear footsteps on the roof of the airship, for some reason.

Smiling once more, Grayson took out Hope Primordial, converted it to violin form, and began to play a sweet, melodious tune on it. It was a full three minutes until he noticed the dark figure standing beside him, trying to get his attention. "Oh, my apologies." Collapsing Hope Primordial, Grayson addressed the man: "I'm Grayson. Might I ask what your name is?"