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<br/>​</div><br/>Shiro stood at the back corner of the hall,  leaning against the wall and watching as the other first years began filing in. He pulled his pocket watch and clicked it open to check the time.<i>Hmm... slightly early. Did she really just forfeit the whole Q&amp;A? </i>He mused to himself. It wasn't as though he had room to talk. He had excused himself from his duties in the medical wing to come to "orientation", but neglected to mention to his superiors that it wouldn't be for another thirty minutes. They ether didn't notice, or just let him have this one. Things wouldn't be busy over there until<i>after</i>the trails anyway. That was the crux of a school for hunters and huntresses, there would always be a steady supply of injured students. He lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes, tired just<i>thinking</i>about it.<br/><br/>As more and more students began to fill the hall and take their seats near the center, Shiro noted a few that had instead picked spots closer to the back just as he did. First a white haired boy with glasses, wearing what looked to be a blue pinstripe shirt and jeans. It'd seem classy if it wasn't for the fact that looked like he'd just got out of a fight with a chemistry set.<br/><br/>Next came a faunus in a newsboy cap who looked like she punched the guts of a steam engine and then walked away with souvenirs hanging from her belt. Shiro arched a brow as she sat and began her little maintenance ritual. The tech seemed<i>vaguely </i>familiar somehow. Largely custom, certainly, but some of the ques in design looked almost like they were taken from industrial... Atlas tech?<i>Have I really been away so long I forgot what it looks like? </i>He reflected on home for a long while before turning his attention back to the doors.<br/><br/>Soon after followed a boy and girl.<i>wait...</i>he pushed his glasses up a bit and narrowed his eyes,<i>Two boys.</i>he corrected himself. It was an easy enough mistake to make! There was also something<i>slightly </i>off about him, though he couldn't put his finger on it. He mentally shrugged to himself and glanced to the taller boy with wolf ears. Folded back though they were, it was unmistakable once spotted. He heard the lanky wolf-faunus speak up as they both approached, “Where you wanna wait for this shit fest to start?” The edge of Shiro's mouth twitched to a smirk at that. Honesty beat eloquence always. The other boy in...was it a blouse or a jacket?... Anyway<i>the other boy</i>responded, "I'd prefer somewhere near the edge. I don't really care for crowds, and it's not like I pay much attention to these anyway." Then found a seat near the blue pinstripe. "The sooner we get this over with, the better. I'm not good with administrators just talking at me." he added. "Lots of people talking about the welcoming ceremony." The boy said to the wolf, "Hearing plenty, but I'm not too worried. The sooner we get to it the better, I say. You?"<br/><br/>Shiro chose now to speak up, particularly at the mention of the 'welcoming ceremony'. "I wouldn't be in such a rush. Trails will come soon enough and then you might wish you were back here having boring administrators talk at you." he looked thoughtful a moment, then corrected with a somewhat tired look, "Then again, boredom<i>is </i>its own special hell."