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<br/>​</div>Despite Robin’s best intentions, Professor Belmont loudly called out his real surname, verifying two things—Robin now came across as a liar, and his secret seemed out.  Of course, it wasn’t like ‘Farber’ was a particularly unusual surname, and perhaps his team wasn’t knowledgeable or observant regarding the matter.<br/><br/>Robin was hardly injured enough to necessitate a visit to the clinic—perhaps he was mildly exhausted and had the intermittent scratch or scrape.  Yet if anything, his visit served as a distraction from the most pressing issue on his mind—namely, that he’d been passed up for the position of team leader, a position Robin<i>knew</i>he’d be perfectly suited for.  His exam scores were impeccable, he’d received perfect letters of recommendation, and was Class President for two years at Signal…  So why, for such an inexplicable reason, was he passed over for the position?  Perhaps it was somehow correlated to his father’s legacy?<br/><br/>Oh, that reminded him.  Eventually, he’d be forced to admit his missteps to dear old dad, who’d no doubt be calling him eventually in anticipation of his perfect son’s successes.  At least Akena—or ‘K’—wasn’t a<i>faunus</i>or anything of similar ilk—the humiliation would be palpable.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Robin’s Scroll began to ring, sharply.  He mumbled a hasty excuse to his fellow teammates and quickly answered it, not caring who might happen to overhear.  For the sake of anonymity and convenience, he’d keep his answers short and to the point.<br/><br/>“Hello?” His voice seemed a little tentative and nervous, eyes darting awkwardly to glance at his teammates.<br/><br/>“Congratulations on passing your Beacon entrance exam, although I assume by your mildly hesitant tone the position of team leader…eluded you?” Dr. Farber’s voice was deep and quiet, with the lightest hint of a Mistralian accent.<br/><br/>“Correct.” Robin’s answer was short and clipped.<br/><br/>“Hm.  It seems the Lumis twins attend Beacon as well, yet they seem more successful in their leadership endeavors.  Which brings me to my original point.<i>Why</i>would you insist on attending a sub-par academy laden with such…filth.  You could accomplish<b>so</b>much more at Atlas yet insist at limiting your considerable potential.” Robin shook his head.<br/><br/>“That’s not why I’m here.  Now, if that’s all?”<br/><br/>“Yes, yes, you are free to go.  Enjoy carousing with your friends.” With a frustrated groan, Robin ended the call and stuffed his Scroll back inside his pocket.  He no doubt looked suspicious to his teammates carrying on such a terse conversation, and he had to introduce himself to one of them eventually.  Perhaps he could kill two birds with a single stone.  Robin casually made his way alongside a tall red-haired student, who seemed refreshingly human.  Better to introduce himself within his comfort zone.<br/><br/>“Hello, my name is Robin—pleasure to meet you,” he mentioned, flashing Karmyne a warm smile while he offered his right hand.  Perhaps he could make some basic small talk, ask a simple question?  “Pardon me for asking, but I’m curious—why did you choose to attend Beacon?”