<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UFcUfEE.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Lionel Goldmann</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12157866#msg12157866)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>AWARD WINNING ENTHUSIASM (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IRdw_Qgwqc)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Noire</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lionel chuckled. "Never had the patience for it myself. Professor Ozpin looks the sort to play it all the time, though." He scratched the back of his head for a moment. He wasn't comfortable with talking quietly, though the demonstration was just about to start. "I think that's part of why Beacon does so well. He's a strategist. Lionel stared quietly at the stage while he spoke. Back in Atlas, they organize teams based on numbers and complementary skillsets, making for orderly assignments and strong teams. You won't get that at Beacon. Lionel frowned, folding his arms. "Though, my Uncle Rob said those same optimized teams paint you into a niche, since your teammates are always covering for your weaknesses. The mish-mash teams here make us painfully aware of our blind spots, and force us to grow as hunters to fill the gap." Uncle Rob, of course, had phrased that idea to Lionel in much more vulgar terms, but the meaning of the words rang true for Lionel. Besides, he wanted to avoid Atlas Academy if he could. His family sent more hunters there than here, and he wasn't sure he was ready for such an encounter.<br/><br/>Ah, but he was getting depressing again, wasn't he?<br/><br/>Lionel's thoughtful frown faded, and he looked down at Noire. "That's mostly the reason why I came to Beacon instead. I'm not here to be on a good team of hunters," Lionel fired Noire a winning smile, showcasing his stupidly perfect, pearly-white teeth. "I'm here to become the greatest hunter who has ever lived!"