A few hours later.
The warm water from the showerhead trickled down Carol's skin, relieving the sweat and grime of the day. While usually he loved cold showers, with the temperatures of Vale being marginally lower than of vacuo, he found that he absolutely needed something to take away the feeling of dirtiness. Sweat was washed away, his skin reddening under the stream of water, and he turned the handle into the off position as he finished. He dried himself off with the complimentary temporary towels Beacon had provided for the future huntresses and huntsmen.
Looking over his Clothes folded nearby, he smiled as he thought about the endless amount of hours Maris had drilled to him about dress sense over the last 4 years.
Now fully dressed Lycan smiled as he looked in the mirror at the clothes she had picked out for him.
A White fitted Tank Top with black cargo trousers and matching black combat boots covered his form, he had been growing increasingly taller recently with his height up to a cool 190cm/6'3.
He had begun to cut his wild shaggy mane back to the bottom of his shoulder blades 2 or so years ago, it had begun to get in the way during combat, much to his masters reluctance. She'd always liked his hair very long as it made him look more wild and untamed. 'Not that I don't enough already' he thought with a roll of his eyes.
He assumed that all the clothes she had packed for him were variations of this outfit, he'd made a point at showing his distaste for anything that even harboured and sort of colour, butting heads with Maris until she inevitably gave in with albeit reluctancy.
He finished with wrapping his hands up in bandages, and tied a short black scarf around his neck. They helped to cover up his prior marks of captivity.
Once finished he proceeded back to the ballroom floor to rejoin the other students.
There were many young men and women around in their sleeping clothes, with some of the boys trying their best to show off for the opposite sex. The Wolf Faunus soon found his the space of unoccupied wall he'd previously left his luggage at. And sat down propped up against it. He sighed at his bad luck previously when he realised Maris had forgot to pack any sort of sleeping ware for him, he would have to sleep in his clothes.
Lycan decided to watch the occupants of the room whilst he relaxed before sleep. The redhead girl with the over complicated mechs-shift weapon from earlier slept next to a blonde girl. Whatever the blonde was saying must have irritated the redhead, causing her to catch a pillow to the face, with another one a few moments later. The black haired girl he had, cough cough*, noticed earlier was sitting not too far away with a book in her hand. Her coincidentally ear shaped bow atop her head, twitching every so often. He wondered why she felt the need to disguise her Faunus heritage.
A lanky blonde he had seen in the gathering hall prior walked by...in a rabbit onesie. A fuckin' rabbit. Onesie. He was either the bravest man he'd ever meet, or the most stupid. Considering he took long strides and looked as if a small breeze could knock him on his ass, he was hedging his bets on the latter. The boy attracted all of the attention in the room, but Lycan was sure that it wasn't the sort of attention anyone would want.
His eyes began to droop, letting the conversation lull him to sleep.
The next day.
The combination was clearly remembered, locker number two-seven-thirty-four. He walked the same path he did the day before, looking for the unfamiliar object. And find it he did, but there was one issue. The white haired girl from yesterday was standing near his locker, discussing with a different redhead with green eyes.
He cleared his throat, garnering the attention of the two girls.
The white haired girl recognized him from yesterday. "May I help you?", she asked in a tone that was clearly irritated at being stopped from her conversation. The redhead, however, looked grateful for the interruption. For some reason, the pale girl sounded familiar.
"You're in front of my locker," Lycan pointed out.
"And I'm in the middle of a conversation."
"In front of my locker. So, can you move it elsewhere?."
The girl huffed, indignant. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Of course I do." The girl straightened up, pride starting to show.
"You're the girl standing in front of my locker." That knocked the next words clean out of her mouth. Her self-satisfied smile warped into a frown.
"I...You..!" She clearly had more to say, but the nearby redhead interjected before she could.
"I'm sorry!,Weiss, would you mind moving over here to continue our conversation?" Well, that explained the girl's poor disposition. She was an altesian and he was a Faunus. He usually one to judge, but if someone was going to form preconceptions about him, two could play that game.
"Fine", the white-haired girl replied.
'Definitely a schee' he smirked to himself. 'Probably used to always getting what she wants'.
The redhead had helped him out. She shot him an apologetic smile.
"Sorry about that mister… ?"
"Lycan",He extended his hand to be shook. "Lycan Thorne, and thank you". As much as he hated giving his new last name the feeling warmed his heart, Maris had insisted he took hers as his master.
The redhead looked shocked. "Thorne?, as in Maris Thorne?" She quizzed.
He just smiled back, waiting for her to give her name.
"Oh!, where are my manners, I'm Pyrrha, Pyrrha Nikos, you're welcome by the way". She gently smiled as she finally shook his outstretched hand.
"Well, Mr. Thorne, it was nice to meet you!"
For once, he could say the same. "Likewise." He looked over her shoulder at Weiss. "Now you better get back to the Princess there before she explodes." Said girl in question's face heated up and she grabbed Pyrrha's hand and pulled her away. The redhead waved as she was dragged away, and he gave her a little wave of his own. Finally, he was able to access his locker. Opening the metal door, he saw his favourite brown fur collared leather jacket, combat boots and metal bracers, and his short sword Maris had given him in the bottom of the storage area.
He began with the black combat boots, replacing them over his previous pair of boots and tucking his cargo trousers into them at the bottom. He then reached for the bracers, a dull silver, Maris had insisted he wear them as they had been hers when she went to Hunter school, they had been reforged a bit though, no way his forearms were fitting otherwise, then reached over for the leather jacket, and pulled it over his top half. It cropped just above his waist. Allowing him to strap the shortsword's sheath to the back of his belt.
He pulled out said short sword in question and did so, strapping it to the back of his belt. Pulling it out in a reverse grip from its sheath he admired his only weapon.
The blade itself was a dull bronze with a black wrapped hilt, single edged and about 27 inches long, just short enough to be classified as a short sword. It was completely straight unlike a katana but had the same overall look, guardless of course, as such things felt like they got in the way for him when he switched to reverse grip. Their were various runes down the length of the blade that lit up orange when infusing his aura into the shortsword.
Prepped for the initiation he turned around to head towards the meeting area before being stopped…