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Intro Two: Herald Horatio Blu

The view is so much better up here. No ceiling to block out the clouds. mused the boy. He sat atop the airship, never one to put safety before happiness. He was of a tall, broad build, a mop of unruly and curly brown hair tickled the back of his neck. He wore a blue duster and jeans, but his most notable feature was a mechanical arm that took the place of his right arm. Though, to others, it looked like a gauntlet...a very intricate gauntlet.

"What big eyes you have the kind of eyes that just drive boys mad..." Herald Horatio Blu, son of Grenadier General Henry Blu, hummed along to the tune of the song quite literally playing in his head.

Herald was what you could call a cyborg. And a damn good one, at that. Sent to Beacon as a sort of... test run.

Herald's song ended, so he turned his neural implants back to their regular state and stole a look through the window just in time for him to see Dayy being pestered by a girl in blue.

"Yeesh. Scarface is not off to a good start," he said with a hearty laugh before walking to the head of the ship as it approached Beacon, rolling his shoulders and stretching his legs. Then he leaped off, leaving a dent in the ship and sailing towards the landing pads of Beacon.

Making an impact on the concrete, Herald stumbled a bit. It'd been a risk, even with the help of his absurd strength. A volatile semblence if there ever was one. Although Herald had never been the type to shy away from danger. Hell, if he were, he wouldnt have made it to Beacon so early. Or at all.

"Nailed it," he said with a cocky grin before stepping out of the crater and walking away just as the ship landed, the door opening just before a blonde boy ran out and puked in a trash can. "He on the other hand did not..." he said making a face. As the blonde boy continued puking his guts out Herald saw a familiar set of faces leave the ship, one wearing a familiar red cloak, the other had unmistakable yellow hair. He chuckled "SO! Cupcake and FireHazard made it after all...good to know." He put on a grin that rivaled the cheekiest of men, and he put on his N.M.V.D (Neural Musical Veiwing Device) it started playing Hell In a Handbasket. "Lets have some shennanigans." he then dashed off in the opposite direction of the ref cloaked girl and her sister grabbing a spare fuel canister from some sop with a fire sword.

Herald arrived in the ballroom after his chaos had been sown, ill spare the details for now, and was content to find a nice, cool place to catch some Z's.

That plan however was thwarted when he checked out the only vents in the room, one was WAY to far up to be comfortable to sleep near, another was out of order, and the last was...just being occupied as he sat there thinking.

DUST DAMNIT! he internaly bellowed in tired anger. He was thinking about aprroaching the pair, they were a eagle faunus girl with eagle brown featherish hair, and eyes to boot while the other had crocidilian eyes and thats all he could see, and then decided against it. He'd rather not start anything that may escalate to a race war here.

He settled on leaning against one of the pillars because all his baggage space was filled with wrenches, screwdrivers, dust, and spare parts he had no space for PJs or a sleeping bag. He also didn't want to expose his robo arm by removing his duster and exposing some of the less...subtle external gizmos ATLAS welded into him. An ace in the whole to say as well as some...prideful reasons so to say. He was just about to doze off when he saw his once cloaked friend Ruby Rose. He grinned.

"Time to step onto the stage." he said to himself standing, but leaving his weapon next to his bags. It was a silvery colored war-club with a Chinese dragons head for the...well head. A dragons tooth was in the pommel which housed the chamber for the 40mm incendiary grenade the thing could fire, when it wasn't belching fire that is.  It was dubbed Dragoon by its previous owner a White Fang lieutenant.