Graviton didn't like being here, especially with what he chose to wear today. He didn't like being in his combat gear all the time, but he felt so naked without it! A simply pair of pants a loose white shirt would be normal enough, if not for the many leather armor addition, he had made to it. But even past that, Beacon had too many memories of tests and poor excuses for classes. That's not to say he didn't like the idea of Beacon, he just... though maybe they let too many weirdos in. Maybe that was why he was let in.... Nevertheless, if he had a lien for every weird looking kid he'd seen since stepping off the airship to meet with Rose, he would be a millionaire! That was another thing, though, wasn't it? Rose was... Rose. He'd met with her before, or at least spoken with her, but she's always been... Rose. He couldn't say he liked the way she spoke, but he certainly enjoyed the laissez faire approach to life... well... most of her life. He'd heard stories, mostly from the upper staff of the Inquisition about her. About how she could probably wipe the floor with nearly any hunter or huntress, about how she she should be watched carefully. So it was a surprise when he was requested to meet with her. Weird, even. But that didn't really matter, he didn't want to think about the things they talked about. He just wanted to enjoy his day off and get back to Amity to watch the matches and show Fleetwood a thing or two, despite her insisting she "knows that already".
So when Graviton finally made it through the halls of Beacon and out to the airdocks of Beacon where he expected to find Fleetwood and his transport still waiting for him, he was sorely disappointed. Instead he found some giant airship letting one person off, and a bunch of kids flocking around him like he was some hot shit. "Dead within the year." He said mostly to himself as he moved toward one of the free docks to call Fleetwood and ask where she went. He didn't make it all the way to the dock before his interest was peaked, though. Normalcy seems to be a rare commodity at Beacon.
Screaming and a brief glimpse of fire caught his attention and he stopped in his tracks. There stood possibly the most coddled kid he'd seen in his years watching hunters, a few normal kids- well, "normal"- and a man with possibly the most aggravating voice he's ever heard. Said voice-man had apparently lit rich-boy's cape on fire. Graviton let out a heavy sigh. This was his day off! This shouldn't be his problem! ... But here he was, and there were some kids, fucking around. His Sword was still attached to his back, albeit in it's collapsed form. He wasn't gonna lug around the full form all day, every doorway would be a puzzle.
But never mind that, he was sure a glimpse of his sword would be enough to scatter the kids and, if he was lucky, send Rich-boy back home. He popped his neck as he approached this cavalcade of oddities.
"Excuse me!" He announced with his over the top, grandiose voice as he kicked the "present" away, sending it flying off the cliff. "I couldn't help but notice you just lit another student's clothing on fire!" He narrowed his eyes down upon Galileo before raising his hand into the air. Had he not already been stopped by another student, Galileo would find himself slowly rise up into the air and float back toward Graviton before finally being placed before a very stern faced Inquisitor. He towered over the boy, a short human of only about five feet, give or take a few inches, against the man six feet and five inches tall. He almost seemed like a child. He lowered his voice down to a growl, or as close as he could muster. "Do you care to explain your villainous act?" He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at Galileo with dagger-like eyes.