[Walter]

Reginald Royale was looking even more smug than usual that day. He had arrived at Beacon just a couple months ago, and his experience thus far might be referred to as 'unsatisfactory', but he felt it was all about to change. No, he knew it!

For you see, he had, much like every other time he had faced any sort of hardship in his life, told his father about everything. He told him about the disrespect shown to him at initiation, he had told him about some pleb being assigned their team leader, and he had told him how people behind his back called him 'the caped fa-'

Nevermind, he doesn't know about that. Either way, his father had agreed to come to Beacon and 'sort things out'. Yes, truly this meant some changes for the better in Reggie' s life!

The rich bastard was standing around in the courtyard, his hands cupped under his cape behind his back and his chest puffed out as far as he could get it. Combine that with the fact that he had decided to wear his wig for this and you can imagine just how buffoonish he looked.

His face lit up even further as he saw the airship in the distance. For the second time now the Royale family airship was making its way towards beacon. And this time, it wasn't just carrying a snobbish little cunt - it was carrying the people who were regrettably responsible for his existence.

[Ever Professional]

Ash came upon Reginald during one of his morning walks, and he raised an eyebrow at Reginald's appearance.  "Well, you seem excited; also, why are you wearing a wig?"

[stharding]

Siting at a table on the edge of the courtyard, Beige was enjoying a nice cool glass of water while observing the goings on, when he noticed a purple wigged boy in fancy regalia walking around the courtyard, seeing as Mr fancy pants was not attempting to talk to anyone Beige concluded that he was probably waiting for someone. Then he saw a young red haired man walk over and talk to Mr fancy pants, was this who Mr fancy pants was waiting for, taking another sip from his glass of water he looked on with mild curiosity.

[Xarias Fury]

Sighing as he spotted his teammate and his ongoing shenanigans, Shiroe closed his book with a light snap and watched as the Royale family airship begun to descend. Reggie, in his rather...unique way, decided to don a wig of all things together with his over the top attire. Shiroe didn't know much about Reggie's father but he did hear about how he was going to 'fix' stuff at Beacon for Reggie's sake. What that meant however was a mystery. If anything he hopefully not like his own son and wouldn't make a big fuss, being in such a high position meant dealing with pressures all the time and if he folded as easily as the boy in front of him did then their enterprises would've tanked ages ago.

Reggie was about to experience something he probably hadn't had in a long while, considering his personality, and it was definitely going to be hard on the boy. Shiroe knew how strict parents could be though he rarely had the know-how when it came to recovering from such things. Confrontation was a nasty thing and most people couldn't accept it, all that's left now was to observe and hopefully not need to step in between them. It would be bad to his and his family's image anyhow.

[WooO! Got a post in. I'm leaving Shiroe on the bench so feel free to ignore him till I could post again. Sorry if it takes a while]

[Martian]

Marshal had slept in today. Not much was new for the Team MARS leader. Just having to deal with Reggie's nonsense on a daily basis was enough to tire anyone out, and Marshal was already tired all the time. Upon arrival to the courtyard, Marshal spotted a familiar airship, one similar to the one Reggie had arrived on during their first day. Sure enough, the fool was right there, looking even dorkier than usual.

"Oh, boy," he muttered, walking up to the rest of his team.

[Walter]

"Today, my father is going to be arriving at Beacon to sort things out. This wig is a mark of royalty, you see. I felt it fitting to wear it when I meet him." The rich bitchboy said, then looked around briefly to spot the rest of his team. "Ah, and it appears everyone is here. Fantastic! And just in time."

Just in time indeed, as the airship made its landing in front of the courtyard and the ramp lowered itself down on the ground. First, two guards stepped out, dressed in full gear and visibly armed. Following after them were a man and woman with their elbows locked. The man appeared to be just slightly older, with a short, classy haircut, clean-shaven face and a gray three-piece suit. He could probably be in his late thirties or early forties. The woman was wearing a white dress, matched well with her hair - blonde curls flowing down past her shoulders. After them came two more guards as well as Silica dressed in her regular business attire.

Reginald smiled and nodded to his comrades, grinning wider at Martin, before heading to meet his parents, who were now heading his way in the escort of their guards.

"Mother, father, it's so good to see-"

The cocky prick was unable to finish his sentence, as his jaw quickly met with his father's fist. He may not be a huntsman anymore, but damn, does he know how to deal a blow. Reggie's whole body was launched back, half from the act and half in surprise. His wig flew off his head and landed a meter away from himself, the boy falling on his ass. Second time in the same courtyard, actually.

"Silence, Reginald. You told me enough during our call. I had hoped that coming here, to Beacon, would fix you at least a little. I was clearly mistaken." Reginald's father said in a harsh tone. "It's time for me to do what I should have done a long time ago, Reginald. It's time for you to learn to be a man."

[Xarias Fury]

Shiroe usually stayed composed most of the time, heck even during that one time he accidentally spilled tea on another person's lap he remained composed, but what happened just now just left him slack jawed and on the verge of laughter and shock. Luckily, being a ways away he just covered his mouth with a handkerchief and feigned a cough, taking a breath or two to regain his calm.

Shiroe didn't know much about Reginald's father save for his rather aggressive business approach but apparently he wasn't just aggressive with his dealings. Reginald was lying on the ground with a rather pitiful look on his face while several others were undoubtedly staring at the little kerfuffle. Shiroe had planned to give his regards on behalf of his family but at the moment the idea seemed to have poofed away.

[Martian]

Marshal stood and looked on in shock. Some guy had just stepped off the airship and punched Reginald in the face! Angered by the assault on one of his teammates, even if it was Reggie, Marshal stepped forward. "Hey!" he shouted. "I don't care who you think you are, but if you think you can just waltz in here and attack my teammate, you've got another thing coming."

He didn't know why he acted like this. Reggie was clearly the last person Marshal ever wanted to help, but something compelled him to act. Maybe he was finally starting to act like a leader?

[stharding]

Continuing to observe, Beige noticed the expensive looking airship landing and then saw lord and lady fancy pants exiting the airship in what he thought as a typical upper-class manner with their 2… guards. Now what would they need guards for, was someone threatening to harm them or where the guards there for intimidation. But before he had time to mull it over some more, he saw Mr. fancy pants getting knocked back, by no other than lord fancy. Preparing for a fight Beige finished his glass of water, leaned forward as to be prepared to stand up in a moment's notice and moved his right hand next to silver.

[Ever Professional]

Ash turned to the fallen Reginald and held out a hand to help him up, and he turned his head towards Reginald's father.  "I agree with our leader; Reginald may be an obnoxious cock of a teammate, but he is still our obnoxious cock of a teammate.  Now I understand you are his father, but I doubt this is how the Valesian Upper Class conduct its business; if it is then far more makes sense about Reginald and the way he acts."

[Walter]

Still confused and in shock, Reginald wasn't capable of pompously refusing help like he usually would. He instead accepted the hand and shakily got back up on his feet, staring wide-eyed at his father, glancing momentarily to his mother to see the lady looking incredibly saddened. She tried to give her son a reassuring smile like she normally would, but it cane out a bit off in this situation.

His father looked to the boy who had just stepped in. The one who had given his son a hand had just referred to him as 'their leader'."So, you two must be his teammates. And you're Marshal, I assume?" the man asked, looking him up and down for a moment, before sighing. "My son had, during our call, referred to you as a 'simple-minded pleb not worthy of his presence'. Meeting you only confirms my previous assumptions. I apologize for any inconveniences he may have brought upon you two, but I hope this shall change."

Sir Royale's voice was stern, but despite his attempts to hide it, there was certainly some amount of doubt and sadness in his voice. He turned to face Reginald once more.

"From when you were a little lad, we've been raising you wrong. We tried to make you a proper man, but we spoiled you. It's high time that changed, if you ever wish to take over our company. And there won't be a better time to start than now, during your time at Beacon. As such, I will no longer be supporting you here beyond a small allowance to keep your weapons in order and stocked up on ammunition. You will not be able to come in contact with me or your mother. You will follow your leader's orders to the t, and you will learn respect to those around you."

A muffled 'suck it, nerd' could be heard from the direction of Silica, earning a frown from lady Royale.

"And, to keep an eye on your progress, I'll be leaving Silica with you. I've already arranged her a place to stay here at Beacon."

"Ha! Wait, shit, what?"

Without letting either his son or his assistant protest, the Royale's started heading back towards the airship, their guards following suite. Reginald simply continued to stand where he did, staring blankly ahead.

[Martian]

Well, that happened. As funny as it was to see Reginald knocked down a peg, Marshal couldn't help but feel slightly bad. He was still trying to figure out whether Reggie's father had just insulted him or not, but eventually forgot about it.

"Well, he's certainly not father of the year material," he muttered.

ooc: ShowHide

Sorry! I'm finally done with finals now and can finally start posting again.

[Ever Professional]

Ash sighed at the events that took place, looked Reginald in the eye, and he snapped his fingers in Reginald's face until he got Reggie's attention.  "Your father has placed a test upon you, and this means you can only go up.  Follow your father's orders, and you'll be back in his graces soon enough if what he said was true; or you can tell him to shove off.  Your choice."

Ash sighed and turned to the rest of the team.  "Should we get him cleaned up?"

[Xarias Fury]

Shiroe stared slack jawed at what just happened, wondering if he should do anything or not. Fortunately his oyher teammates were there  and it seemed like they were even standing up for him. Closing his book with a small snap of his wrist Shiroe also joined them but only a moment after Reggies father had his way with him.

Nodding at Ash's suggestion Shiroe tapped Reginald on the  shoulder why eyeing Silica, who now seemed to have gotten caught in this mess.

[Walter]

Reggie took a moment to respond to Ash. The snotty shitstain on humanity looked between his teammates, then back to his father, who was now entering his ship. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Y-you're right! It's a test! He didn't mean all of that, clearly! I-I'm sure, once he gets back, he'll call me, and-"

"Pretty sure if he hadn't meant it, I wouldn't be here, you little shit." Silica interrupted him. "So you better clean up your act, or I'll be having a talk with you." She said. Silica was right miffed, and stormed off before Reginald could comprehend how his underling had just called him a 'little shit'.

The boy looked down at the wig which had fallen off his head. Was all of this... for real? Had his father actually just hit him? Was he really being essentially disowned?