Azher whistled to himself as he strolled through the courtyard, largely ignoring the presence of people and the amazingly put together scenery around him. All that mattered was the tune. No distractions. Keep it going. Keep it going. Keep it going... His trench coat swayed to his side, blown about by the wind. Oh, the solo is always the hardest part. Bending over, he scooped up a rock and started tossing it back and forth between his hands to produce the beat of the drums, whistling the guitar as best he could. A few people flashed him a look as they streamed past in the direction of the amphitheater. Suddenly, one of the stones missed a beat. "Dust be damned!" Azher chucked the rocks off into a bush. At least, he thought it was a bush. The grunt and squeal could have been birds, for all he knew. "Four years of trying to learn it, and I mess up on the last chorus repeat! Ha!" He chuckled with no one in particular. Adopting a serious composure again, he said "Going to take me forever to learn it again..." With little better to do, he truly gazed at Beacon Academy for the first time. And was as thoroughly unimpressed with an up-close view as he had been in Vale from a distance. The grounds were gray, a magnificent expanse of gray rock. He heard that there was a forest or two beyond the campus, but it was out of sight. In the plaza on his right, a massive statue depicted two triumphant Hunters standing on a cliff, a Grimm creature helplessly left beneath their feet. The avenue he had walked on the way to this main area was lined with trees, masking the relatively bleak landscape around him. And then there was the academy itself. A castle, in truth. Massive towers stretched to the sky. One, marked by the green orbs at the top, towered above the rest. It stretched for a great distance to either side, including the amphitheater, dormitories, dining hall, and various classes. Probably much more that Azher didn't notice. And despite the grandness, the magnificence, the sheer size, he was completely bored. Nothing to do. Nothing to kill. "Patience, blue." Mother's nickname did nothing to soothe him. If anything, it only made him more irritable. He hated his mother. "They always want something dead sooner or later." A bird tweeted nearby, but fled when Azher shot a glare at it. "Red-tails. I hate red-tails." His eye followed the bird as it flew towards the towering structure. He tried to stay serious. He really did. But he couldn't help it when the laughter rocked his chest, making his steps shaky as he followed the last dribbles of bodies into the amphitheater.