<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/C0reBsO.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>DM</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Call</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>All Player Characters</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the last of the transports finished disgorging the new students and their cargo the sound of a bell rung out across the campus.  The first year students continued their trek towards the main hall as a few of the teacher's arrived to hurry along those that had stopped for conversation or had wandered off the path.<br/><br/>Up on the stage Glynda Goodwitch stood with her hands folded behind her, watching the students file into the large room.  It was impossible for the students to read her expression for the most part, except for the stern frown when she noticed a teacher having to step in at the back of the room to prevent one young man (http://i.imgur.com/NlE3tke.jpg) from causing trouble.  The teacher turned another, much larger, student back to the crowd and stayed by the young man.  He had a friendly smile on his face and didn't look intimidating, but there was something slightly off about that smile and a look in his eyes that soon created a small bubble of empty space around him and the instructor.<br/><br/>Other than a few raised voices during that little scuffle the students were doing a fair job of coming into the room in an orderly fashion.  Already small groups were forming and rumours were starting to fly around.  The most talked about subject was, of course, the selection of teams.  Some of the students who had older relatives that had attended Beacon in the past told confident stories about how the teams were formed, and each of those stories was different from the last.  Old friends made promises to be on the same team together, but all of the stories had one thing in common, it wasn't easy to choose a specific person as a partner or team mate.<br/><br/>As the remaining students filed in to join the excited chatter, groups began to form up and break apart as new meetings took place.  The best rumours seemed to be coming from the group around an exuberant girl (http://i.imgur.com/3CWmxb6.jpg) who was cheerfully asking for all of the stories, seemingly without regard to their veracity.  A slightly unkempt but studious looking young man (http://i.imgur.com/362v64Q.jpg) stood nearby, writing things down in a small notebook as each tall tale was told.<br/><br/>Around the edges, some of the less social students kept out of the groups, perhaps speaking quietly to one or two people.  A stern looking young woman (http://i.imgur.com/ywWO7Ak.jpg?1) with a sword at her hip leaned against one of the wall pillars, speaking quietly for a moment with another girl (http://i.imgur.com/vvmMb00.png).  Further off to the side a blonde boy (http://i.imgur.com/UT3FajV.jpg) stood with his arms folded, his head bobbing slightly to the beat of some song from his headphones.  His eyes were on the stage, apparently waiting for the assembly to begin.<br/><br/>The room was filling with new and unique faces.  Some had obvious weapons while others seemed unarmed, but they all moved with a nervous confidence of people who had earned their place here, but knew things wouldn't be the same as what they were used to.  The different outfits and colours that filled the room made it seem like a mishmash of every possible personality, but they were all here for the same thing, to become Hunters and Huntresses.  And in just a few minutes, Professor Ozpin would arrive to begin the address, and the room was filled with nervous energy.