Azure had finally been put on a team. This, to her, was encouragement, proof that she really did belong at Beacon. Being teamless had reminded her of the first award show she had attended. She hadn’t felt deserving of the award, felt that she wasn’t actually supposed to be there; that they must have made some type of mistake, because how, otherwise, could she, of all people, be the one on stage accepting the award? Getting a team had been like that. Beacon was the award, in this case-- something she didn’t really believe she had achieved-- and getting a team had erased that nagging feeling. Surely, if they put her in a team and had yet to send her back to Atlas, then they must actually want her? Then it wasn’t just some flaw in the system that had accidentally accepted her?
This was what circled through Azure’s head as she made her way to the combat arena, her black boots thudding lightly against the walkway beneath her. The setting sun bounced a glare off the glass roof of the arena as she approached it, she raised a hand to block the light from her eyes. A grin graced her lips. Azure always loved meeting new people, and joining a team meant meeting three new people at once! However, there was the side factor of then having to live with said new people for the rest of her stay at Beacon, whether they got along or not. She could only hope they would get along. From what she had heard, she would be replacing an older member who had, for reasons unknown to her, either left the team or the school all together. She was hoping death wasn’t the cause for their leaving.
She wasn’t sure how she felt being a replacement member; she assumed the other three people were already familiar with each other, she would be the outsider of the group. Whatever, she wouldn’t mind.
As she came upon the arena, Azure reached out with her semblance, feeling for the energy of a crowd. The only one she detected was in the opposite direction, and much too large to be the other team members. From the arena, she felt nothing. She knew it was a bit of a stretch, three barely counted as a crowd, but she still should have been able to feel something, even if it was small. Were they not there yet? She hoped she wasn’t arriving too early.
Azure was the type of girl to make sure she had a clear reputation, and in order to do so she couldn’t be the first one there; she didn’t want to seem overly eager, like she truly was. Rockstars weren’t rude, per say-- she didn’t want to be annoyingly late-- but they also weren’t the type of people to show up first to social events. Hopefully the lack of energy from the training grounds just meant there were only two of the three teammates around. Although she supposed being the first one there would mean she could play a song or two. Azure was all about first impressions, and first impressions using music were her favourite to make.
Renegade, like always, was stored on her back. She assumed a meeting in the arena meant some type of combat, whether it was just some casual sparring or a full match, so she figured brining Renegade would be a good idea. The matte black guitar clicked slightly as she walked, shifting in it’s holster; it was a little loose, she had been meaning to fix that for a while but had never gotten around it.
Azure took her guitar out as she walked, holding it casually in one hand like the axe it was. She entered the ring, walking in slowly, flicking a strand of black and blue hair from her face. The first thing she noticed upon entry was the girl sitting in the middle of the ring, holding a Dust crystal in her hand. There were no signs of others, which explained the lack of crowd energy.
“Hey,” Azure said as she approached the girl. She dropped down onto the ground across from her, a few feet away, immediately situating Renegade in her lap. Her fingers jumped to the fretboard almost instinctively. “In all honesty I thought I’d be the last one to show up,” she joked. “I’m Azure, by the way, Azure Blair.” She extended a gloved hand for the girl to shake.
She began mindlessly strumming palm-muted chords in a fast progression, her notes switching from quarter notes to eighth notes, then back again. Her fingerless, black leather gloves made muting the chords easier. She cast her gaze over the girl, biting her lip as she thought. She knew she shouldn’t judge based on appearance, but this girl, who had looked to be meditating when Azure walked in, seemed a lot more calm and collected than the chaos that was Azure Blair. That would either work out well in a team, perhaps they could balance each other out? Or it would work out terribly. Given her recent experiences with a certain uptight horse faunus, Azure assumed it would be the latter. She barely suppressed rolling her eyes, she didn’t want to be stuck with another Aurelia-type girl for the rest of her time at Beacon, that would result in nothing but chaos. The girl even had the same hair as Aurelia, Azure noted.
However, continuing to examine her more, Azure determined the girl looked less like the strict type, and more like the quiet type. The soft, quiet composure that came with being shy, as opposed to the sharp, forward formality that those like the Aurelia possessed.
Azure switched from playing random chords to playing the intro to Hotel California, not seeming to notice she was doing it. That was just how she rolled: if there was a guitar in front of her, she should pick it up and play it. She paused in her playing to pick a thread off the fraying end of one of the rips in her black jeans.