Sean wasn't really the sort who cared much for schedules -- at least, not unless someone was paying him or, conversely, threatening him. He'd woken up with the vague memory that at some point today he'd be meeting up with his new teammates, but sometime in between getting into the (cold) shower and frying up breakfast he'd let himself all but forget to check his Scroll for when. After all, he didn't want to give people the wrong impression, thinking him reliable and timely. They might even expect him to be responsible! No, best to nip that in the bud right off. And so it was that much of the morning had already gone by and the desert rat had barely given a passing thought to the big team meet-up.
One of the interesting things about the city of Vacuo is that, unlike Vale, Mistral, and especially Atlas, things aren't necessarily laid out in a clean, simple manner. Sure, you had a market district and a residential district, the slums and the VIP housing, and of course the school... but peppered all throughout were little sparks of independence refusing to conform to the given categories and set limits. The "hidden shops" of the residential district were among the city's seldom-seen gems -- if you knew and talked to the right people you could get some pretty good deals on hard to come by goods. Admittedly it was all hush-hush; there were no receipts or refunds, no warranties or even signs posted, and you could be fairly certain that whatever you bought probably fell off the back of an airship or convoy at some point, but if you were smart and knew how to haggle nearly anything could be had. Plus it wasn't a bad walk... if you knew to keep out of other people's problems.
Sean wasn't always good at that.
He was just walking by a house with distinctive red wooden door frames when the sound of a scuffle, or something very like it, reached his ears. Stopping to listen, he admittedly couldn't really be sure what was going on -- at least, not until someone started shouting for help. He hesitated; on the one hand it was none of his concern... on the other, if there was a robbery going on or something worse he was already technically a witness, whether he wanted to be or not. Plus the teachers at Shade would ream him out about 'the duty of a Huntsman to the people' if they ever found out he walked away from a crime in progress. "Ghn... ah, damnit."
Pausing for just a second at the door, the dusty-blond forced it open and stumbled across a grisly, blood-stained scene -- the sort that immediately urged his breakfast to revisit him. That guy over there wasn't just bleeding, he was missing parts of him! And there was someone else as well: a Faunus girl with ram horns holding a hammer, looking stunned and more than a little bit battered herself.
"Hey, so I know this looks bad..."
Sean opened his mouth, intending very much to say 'yeah, it looks like somebody tried to f***ing murder that guy, and you're holding a weapon', but his body had... other ideas. After a second of his jaw hanging slack on the verge of speech, he instead abruptly raised a finger in the 'one moment, please' gesture, pulled himself urgently around to the other side of the doorway, and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach into the flower beds on the front porch. Not a great start to things...