Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11644980-20140120024351

Okay, he knew he wasn't supposed to be there. Like, he REALLY wasn't supposed to be there. But those stories... Guess they finally got to him. He just had to see it for himself. Sure, Umbert and Royce could lay out a beating if need be, but they hadn't even graduated! The idea of a school that taught combat was absurd to the orphan. The only schooling he'd ever had was basic stuff, the type of thin they'd learned at an orphanage!

And then there was the mystery of it. He called Vale his home for years, and he'd often gazed out at the high cliffs from one of the port rooftops. What could be up there? What was so amazing that they had to build it atop such an isolated area?

He simply had to know. And so, he now found himself crouched down between a couple of cargo crates as the ship rocked on the waves. He could hear the engines dying. They'd be docking at the bottom of the cliffs soon, and then he'd just be the climb of his life away from finding out for himself: What exactly was so great about Beacon Academy? 