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</div></div><br/><br/>Akena Maris walked onto the beacon grounds, feeling a tad lethargic in the sun. It was a gorgeous day, and one well-suited to a nice nap. He brushed his messy hair out of his face, adding another hair clip to keep it out of the way. They covered the edges of his ears, where the angled spurs were. From what Akena had seen when he looked in the mirror that morning, he looked Human enough. That he looked more like a human girl didn't bother him much. Akena's choice of attire was pretty normal. A red collarless button-up silk shirt - which he had to adamantly insist to his friends was<i>not</i>a blouse - an open black jacket - a bit too warm for the weather - and a nondescript pair of jeans. He adjusted his glasses, swung his bag over his shoulder, smoothed down the front of his shirt, and walked in through the gates of Beacon.<br/><br/>He'd applied here to gain more knowledge. To become better with Dust. Mostly, Akena came to Beacon because his normal schooling just hadn't been enough fro him. In his bag, he had Nyx Astra, using it's gravity enhancement to keep it from weighing him down too much. Akena preferred to keep that out of the eyes of others, feeling far too possessive of his family's artifact.<br/><br/>"Let's see...I'm supposed to be at the orientation hall, right? Where even is that?" He looked around, muttering to himself. "You'd think they'd give you a map or something? Or even a kiosk at the entrance.." Akena didn't like being late for things, and he was cutting it close already. Not a good impression to make on his new teachers, especially ones that were supposed to be at the top of their fields. There were still plenty of other students milling around, so at least he wasn't the only one.<br/><br/>"Uh, excuse me." Akena called out to a nearby boy with a rather bushy tail and furry ears, probably a...wolf or some other canine faunus, from his estimation. He looked about as lost as Akena, but at least he was close by. "You wouldn't know where the orientation hall is, would you?" Akena's soft voice was unsuited to calling out to people, but his tone, at least, was firm enough.