Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140102004130/@comment-11588669-20140102041544

Echion chuckled.

"Eh, well. You've had enough prejudice in your life. Besides-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off when a hologram appeared. It was of a women, with green eyes, and hair styled into a tight bun on top of her head. Her clothes were immaculate, and her gaze was stern. A no nonsense, hardcore rules type of person.

"Hello and welcome to Beacon. My name is Glynda Goodwitch" The newly named Miss Goodwitch began. "You are amung the selected few chosen to attend this prestigious academy. Our world is experiencing an incredable time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it's your job to uphold it."

Echion was reading a book while she spoke, semi-bored with the speech. It was nothing against the woman herself, but Beacon was pretty well known, and peace was a relative term. He turned a page as she continued, eyes scanning the page as he absentmindidly listened.

"You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is-" He didn't hear her finish, engrossed in his novel. It helped him develop some of his fighting techniques, not to mention it was about the Empire of Rome, which he fashioned most of his gear after. It was a fantasy novel, and the Empire was fictional. But, it didn't stop him from enjoying it.

A chorus of gasps and exclamations reached him, and he looked where everyone else was. He could see Beacon, and even his old academy of Signal.

"Well, look's like we're here."