Post by Soma Brume on Nov 16, 2017 18:34:06 GMT
Soma looked around herself with a slight feeling of disbelief. She had made it to Beacon, one of the most prestigious combat schools ever. She had just stepped off of the vertibird that had brought them to the plateau that the academy sat on, and the strong gusts of wind were still causing loose clothing and hair to whip around wildly. The roar of its engines died down soon enough, though, as it made its way back towards the city. Soma saw no faces in the crowd of prospective students that she recognized, though it was to be expected since she was from Mistral. The faunus hitched her backpack onto her shoulder and started walking forward, though she was too busy staring up at the giant clock tower to pay attention to where she was going.
