So this is a thing created from my writers block for my other quests and @Archshot giving me way...
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Our Soulless World (Dark Souls/RWBY)
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Chapter 1: Crude Iron
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
[X] Crude iron, reforged into the strongest of steels.
One year ago, Outer wall of Mistral
The first thing to come back to you is the feeling that you need to thank whatever higher power that controls the world for giving you your semblance. As you push yourself off the warm and surprisingly comfortable ground, you feel something smack against your head. Your eye cracks open, and you see what hit you.
It was a brick, from the wall you just went through.
Forcing yourself to your feet, you try your best to face the man who effortlessly punched you through the wall. The man might have looked impressed at your durability, if he wasn't wearing his helmet. "Your reaction time has improved."
He lifts his arm, showing a small but noticeable dent in his armor "You managed to get a hit before I struck you down."
You force yourself to laugh as you get to your feet. You wipe off the spit drooling out of your mouth with the back of the hand just so you could have the satisfaction of smirking at the old man without having a single mark on you.
"And you still can't hit worth a damn."
You didn't see it, but you could almost feel your father rolling his eyes behind his helm.
"Regardless, I believe you are ready."
You blink, you were expecting a ten mile run or another punch or something else. Father didn't give out much praise and considering his compliment on your reaction time, you figure he was tapped out in terms of nice things to say to you. He reaches into his armor, takes out something, and throws it at you faster than most bullets could travel. In your head, you caught the thing effortlessly and took a good long look at it.
In reality, it hit you square in the neck and forced you to your knees as you gasped for breath.
Isn't a father's love like nothing you've ever seen before?
Once you can breathe again, you look around, trying to find what hit you. You find the object right next to you, a metal box with a simple lock. You pick it up and give your father a questioning glance.
"Inside the box is your next test," Your father explains.
He turns and picks up the huge suitcase that he always seems to have with him. The case weighed more than a house, but your father effortlessly picked up the case like it was a basket of flowers.
"When you succeed, return to the house and await my instructions."
You nod in understanding before a thought occurs to you. "Ah, father?"
The black armored man stops mid-stride and glances back at you. Even behind his helm you heard the unspoken question of 'What?'
"We're in Mistral right now."
"I've noticed."
"... We live in Vale."
"Your point?"
You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying your best to keep your anger in check. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to speak as calmly as possible.
"Then when I get done, how in Remnant am I getting back home?"
"Walk." You father said, almost like it was the most obvious thing on the planet.
Your aura flares, but you keep it down enough for you to respectfully bow and say, "Yes sir."
Your father doesn't give any sign that he heard you, or even make any effort to show respect to your bow. He just turned around, and wordlessly walked away from the city of Mistral.
Two Months Ago
So apparently, the only thing in the box your father gave you was a note with some directions written on it. And those directions boiled down to get here, and steal this. You know, some fathers would put their children on a path that keeps them away from crime. Maybe your father's just special. The kind of special that makes their kid steal enough food to stowaway on a ship for three months to get from Mistral to Vale, and then figure out how to survive with the little money you have, so you could make it to Vale where the note said you needed to be. Note to self, thank someone for small mercies.
The thing in question that you needed to steal was the suitcase that your father always carried around. And it happened to be in the middle of an armory. So you did what any guy would do, and you asked politely if you could have it before breaking in through the back door and stealing it when the guys at the door said no.
It was a simple enough job, pick two locks and knock one or two guys out. Thankfully, they hadn't unlocked their aura or you might have had some trouble. But in terms of lock picking, you've seen better locks on a lunch box. So you almost swaggered out of that armory, then something hit you, and you don't remember anything else. You don't know who hit you, but you're reminded of a certain multi-colored girl who used to beat the crap out of you when you were growing up.
When you wake up, you find yourself in a dark room with a table with the only light coming from a single hanging bulb. Considering the handcuffs, this was probably an interrogation room. But, on the bright side, at least you were in an interrogation room in Vale. Could be worse, you could be in Atlas.
The second that thought puts a smile on your face, the room's only door swings open. On instinct, you straighten your posture. You might have been born a thief, but at least your father taught you some manners. In the now open door stood a man who you swear could be the headmaster or general with how proper he looked. He had a envelope tucked under one arm, a cane in one hand, and a cup of something in the other. He sat down in the other chair, took a sip of his drink, smelled like coffee from where you sat, and wordlessly opened up the folder. You waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He just sat there and looked between you and the papers in front of him.
Eventually, the silence becomes too much for you and your mouth opens before you can stop it. "You know, I'll plead guilty if it speeds this up."
The man raises an eyebrow as he takes another long sip of his coffee. "Guilty of what exactly?"
"Really? I'm the one in cuffs man, kind of self explanatory."
You wait for him to react in some way, but he just stares at you like you hadn't said anything to begin with.
"... I robbed an armory." You admit.
"Yes, you did." The man responds.
He picks up a single piece of paper and smiles slightly as he reads over the document. "Androse Fume, orphaned as a child and lived on the streets before being taken in by your father, Grand Hunter Raime Fume, at age ten. Trained under Raime for the last six years, but not a single request for any hunters academy. Last seen with father in Mistral almost a year ago."
He slides the paper over to you and gestures for you to read. With nothing else to do, you glance over the paper and despite your picture being a little out of date, everything is spot on. You glance up from the paper, "My father wrote this report didn't he?"
The man shrugged. "I wouldn't know."
"Well it says exactly where I hide my extra lockpicks so it has to be him."
"You hide lockpicks on your person?"
"You don't?" You asked.
The man chuckled, like he just heard you say a funny joke.
"... Am I going to jail anytime soon? Because no offense, you're kind of creeping me out."
The man wiped the smile off his face instantly as he leaned into the table and folded his hands "Do you know who I am?"
"You're the guy in this room who isn't in handcuffs."
The man didn't even flinch at your attempt at humor. "My name is Ozpin."
You rack your brain for the name, but you draw a blank. "Cool. I have no idea who you are."
Ozpin allowed himself to smirk. "I am an old friend of your father. Currently, I am the headmaster of Beacon Academy."
You raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Really."
"Ok, I have three questions."
Ozpin leaned back in his chair and gestured with his hand "Ask away."
"Thank you. First question, why is a headmaster visiting a thief on his way to prison? Second, why does he have said thief's file within grabbing distance. And finally, do you have another cup of that coffee? I'm a little thirsty."
The corner of Ozpin's mouth edge upwards in a sly smile. "You're a very interesting boy, you know that?"
"I try." You shrug.
"Well, to answer your questions, I was the one who got you into this situation. My assistant was the one who, in a term you would be familiar with, knocked your lights out."
"How big is he?" You asked on reflexe.
"She is a huntress."
Your jaw dropped, but Ozpin continued regardless "As for your second question, your father contacted me a little under a year ago before he went out on his mission. He asked me to wait for you, assess you and see if you were ready. And I must say, you're more than ready."
"Ready for what?"
Ozpin pulled out another stack of paper and set them in front of you. They read 'Beacon Admission' with a big red accepted stamped in the middle. You slowly look up from the paper to Ozpin, whose smile had returned in full force.
"Welcome to Beacon."
He took one last long sip of his coffee and set down the empty cup. "And for your final answer, I'm sorry, but I only made the one cup."
Present
Now, after two months of mindless training and waiting, you're finally on an airship to Beacon.
And you're so bored you're watching the news!
Clearly, the world has fallen to darkness.
Glancing back, your fellow first years are busy admiring the sights as the airship flies over the country of Vale. Maybe talking to them will relieve some boredom?
[] Go talk to that girl in white for some reason.
[] That hyperactive girl wearing pink and the boy next to her look interesting…
[] That girl in red and the person she's talking to both look a bit too young to be here…
[] That guy over there looks sick. Check on him?
[] Talk to that pair of blonds over there?
[] That girl wearing black in that corner seems suspicious…
[] Don't you know that pair of redheads over there from somewhere…?
[] Don't talk to anyone and just watch the news on your scroll.
[] Text the multi-colored psychopath, because clearly you don't hate yourself enough.
One year ago, Outer wall of Mistral
The first thing to come back to you is the feeling that you need to thank whatever higher power that controls the world for giving you your semblance. As you push yourself off the warm and surprisingly comfortable ground, you feel something smack against your head. Your eye cracks open, and you see what hit you.
It was a brick, from the wall you just went through.
Forcing yourself to your feet, you try your best to face the man who effortlessly punched you through the wall. The man might have looked impressed at your durability, if he wasn't wearing his helmet. "Your reaction time has improved."
He lifts his arm, showing a small but noticeable dent in his armor "You managed to get a hit before I struck you down."
You force yourself to laugh as you get to your feet. You wipe off the spit drooling out of your mouth with the back of the hand just so you could have the satisfaction of smirking at the old man without having a single mark on you.
"And you still can't hit worth a damn."
You didn't see it, but you could almost feel your father rolling his eyes behind his helm.
"Regardless, I believe you are ready."
You blink, you were expecting a ten mile run or another punch or something else. Father didn't give out much praise and considering his compliment on your reaction time, you figure he was tapped out in terms of nice things to say to you. He reaches into his armor, takes out something, and throws it at you faster than most bullets could travel. In your head, you caught the thing effortlessly and took a good long look at it.
In reality, it hit you square in the neck and forced you to your knees as you gasped for breath.
Isn't a father's love like nothing you've ever seen before?
Once you can breathe again, you look around, trying to find what hit you. You find the object right next to you, a metal box with a simple lock. You pick it up and give your father a questioning glance.
"Inside the box is your next test," Your father explains.
He turns and picks up the huge suitcase that he always seems to have with him. The case weighed more than a house, but your father effortlessly picked up the case like it was a basket of flowers.
"When you succeed, return to the house and await my instructions."
You nod in understanding before a thought occurs to you. "Ah, father?"
The black armored man stops mid-stride and glances back at you. Even behind his helm you heard the unspoken question of 'What?'
"We're in Mistral right now."
"I've noticed."
"... We live in Vale."
"Your point?"
You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying your best to keep your anger in check. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to speak as calmly as possible.
"Then when I get done, how in Remnant am I getting back home?"
"Walk." You father said, almost like it was the most obvious thing on the planet.
Your aura flares, but you keep it down enough for you to respectfully bow and say, "Yes sir."
Your father doesn't give any sign that he heard you, or even make any effort to show respect to your bow. He just turned around, and wordlessly walked away from the city of Mistral.
Two Months Ago
So apparently, the only thing in the box your father gave you was a note with some directions written on it. And those directions boiled down to get here, and steal this. You know, some fathers would put their children on a path that keeps them away from crime. Maybe your father's just special. The kind of special that makes their kid steal enough food to stowaway on a ship for three months to get from Mistral to Vale, and then figure out how to survive with the little money you have, so you could make it to Vale where the note said you needed to be. Note to self, thank someone for small mercies.
The thing in question that you needed to steal was the suitcase that your father always carried around. And it happened to be in the middle of an armory. So you did what any guy would do, and you asked politely if you could have it before breaking in through the back door and stealing it when the guys at the door said no.
It was a simple enough job, pick two locks and knock one or two guys out. Thankfully, they hadn't unlocked their aura or you might have had some trouble. But in terms of lock picking, you've seen better locks on a lunch box. So you almost swaggered out of that armory, then something hit you, and you don't remember anything else. You don't know who hit you, but you're reminded of a certain multi-colored girl who used to beat the crap out of you when you were growing up.
When you wake up, you find yourself in a dark room with a table with the only light coming from a single hanging bulb. Considering the handcuffs, this was probably an interrogation room. But, on the bright side, at least you were in an interrogation room in Vale. Could be worse, you could be in Atlas.
The second that thought puts a smile on your face, the room's only door swings open. On instinct, you straighten your posture. You might have been born a thief, but at least your father taught you some manners. In the now open door stood a man who you swear could be the headmaster or general with how proper he looked. He had a envelope tucked under one arm, a cane in one hand, and a cup of something in the other. He sat down in the other chair, took a sip of his drink, smelled like coffee from where you sat, and wordlessly opened up the folder. You waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He just sat there and looked between you and the papers in front of him.
Eventually, the silence becomes too much for you and your mouth opens before you can stop it. "You know, I'll plead guilty if it speeds this up."
The man raises an eyebrow as he takes another long sip of his coffee. "Guilty of what exactly?"
"Really? I'm the one in cuffs man, kind of self explanatory."
You wait for him to react in some way, but he just stares at you like you hadn't said anything to begin with.
"... I robbed an armory." You admit.
"Yes, you did." The man responds.
He picks up a single piece of paper and smiles slightly as he reads over the document. "Androse Fume, orphaned as a child and lived on the streets before being taken in by your father, Grand Hunter Raime Fume, at age ten. Trained under Raime for the last six years, but not a single request for any hunters academy. Last seen with father in Mistral almost a year ago."
He slides the paper over to you and gestures for you to read. With nothing else to do, you glance over the paper and despite your picture being a little out of date, everything is spot on. You glance up from the paper, "My father wrote this report didn't he?"
The man shrugged. "I wouldn't know."
"Well it says exactly where I hide my extra lockpicks so it has to be him."
"You hide lockpicks on your person?"
"You don't?" You asked.
The man chuckled, like he just heard you say a funny joke.
"... Am I going to jail anytime soon? Because no offense, you're kind of creeping me out."
The man wiped the smile off his face instantly as he leaned into the table and folded his hands "Do you know who I am?"
"You're the guy in this room who isn't in handcuffs."
The man didn't even flinch at your attempt at humor. "My name is Ozpin."
You rack your brain for the name, but you draw a blank. "Cool. I have no idea who you are."
Ozpin allowed himself to smirk. "I am an old friend of your father. Currently, I am the headmaster of Beacon Academy."
You raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Really."
"Ok, I have three questions."
Ozpin leaned back in his chair and gestured with his hand "Ask away."
"Thank you. First question, why is a headmaster visiting a thief on his way to prison? Second, why does he have said thief's file within grabbing distance. And finally, do you have another cup of that coffee? I'm a little thirsty."
The corner of Ozpin's mouth edge upwards in a sly smile. "You're a very interesting boy, you know that?"
"I try." You shrug.
"Well, to answer your questions, I was the one who got you into this situation. My assistant was the one who, in a term you would be familiar with, knocked your lights out."
"How big is he?" You asked on reflexe.
"She is a huntress."
Your jaw dropped, but Ozpin continued regardless "As for your second question, your father contacted me a little under a year ago before he went out on his mission. He asked me to wait for you, assess you and see if you were ready. And I must say, you're more than ready."
"Ready for what?"
Ozpin pulled out another stack of paper and set them in front of you. They read 'Beacon Admission' with a big red accepted stamped in the middle. You slowly look up from the paper to Ozpin, whose smile had returned in full force.
"Welcome to Beacon."
He took one last long sip of his coffee and set down the empty cup. "And for your final answer, I'm sorry, but I only made the one cup."
Present
Now, after two months of mindless training and waiting, you're finally on an airship to Beacon.
And you're so bored you're watching the news!
Clearly, the world has fallen to darkness.
Glancing back, your fellow first years are busy admiring the sights as the airship flies over the country of Vale. Maybe talking to them will relieve some boredom?
[] Go talk to that girl in white for some reason.
[] That hyperactive girl wearing pink and the boy next to her look interesting…
[] That girl in red and the person she's talking to both look a bit too young to be here…
[] That guy over there looks sick. Check on him?
[] Talk to that pair of blonds over there?
[] That girl wearing black in that corner seems suspicious…
[] Don't you know that pair of redheads over there from somewhere…?
[] Don't talk to anyone and just watch the news on your scroll.
[] Text the multi-colored psychopath, because clearly you don't hate yourself enough.
Chapter 2: The Prince and the Red Head
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
[X] Don't you know that pair of redheads over there from somewhere…?
Out of all of the groups, the pair of redheads grabs your attention first. For two reasons actually. First off, both of them are nobles, you could practically feel the money from here. Suppressing the urge to walk up just to see what you can steal, you approach the two for another reason.
They're strong.
While their presence isn't as overwhelming as your father's, it still dwarfed everyone else in comparison. Naturally, you put on your most presentable smile before trotting over to them like you owned the airship. Got to have an air of confidence when you're dealing with new people - nobles especially. The two seem to sense your approach, as their conversation dies instantly and both turn to regard you. The hot one seems to light up as you come closer, while the other guy studies you.
At least they haven't screamed, always a plus.
You offhandedly wave at the two of them. "Hi, sorry for barging in."
"No," the male says so forcefully the reflexes your father literally beat into you kick in. You straighten your back and stand as properly as possible. Definitely a highly ranked noble, if he can do that with just one word.
"Our conversation had reached its end, your company is not unwelcome."
"... you're welcome?"
His expression could have been on a statue for all of the emotion that it showed. You wait for him to say something else, but he just stares at you expectantly. So with the awkward situation coming in full force, you turn to the other member of your party. "So, I'm Androse Fume, what're your names?"
The girl gives a pilot bow before answering. "I'm Pyrrha Nikos, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Same," You wait for Pyrrha's partner to respond, but he just stares at you.
At least this time, his expression held a tiny bit of surprise; something new at least.
"Fume?" He asks. "By chance, would you happen to be the son of General Raime?"
You try your best to keep the shock off your face, but it comes through regardless. You pinch the bridge of your nose, before letting out a small chuckle full of disbelief. "Wait, did you just say general?"
The still unnamed noble nods. "Indeed, I have heard of the many great deeds General Raime has done for Mistral."
"Like what? Destroying public property and ignoring the 'No Weapons Allowed' signs in restaurants?"
The noble that still hasn't introduced himself raises a quizzical eyebrow. "I have not heard of those things. I have only heard of his victory over the Leviathan, and his leadership during the Fifth Tragedy."
You stand there in silence and when your hands finally start working again, you hold up two fingers.
"Ok, two questions. Who are you and how do you know more about my father than I do?"
The noble that better give you his goddamn name this time inclines his head in an almost bow. "My apologies, I am Lorian Aurum, high prince of Mistral. Your father is The Raven Raime, left hand to my father, King Vendrick, and second high general of Mistral's forces. That is how I know of him. In fact, he personally taught me the basics of Pyromancy."
"... The basics of Pyromancy?"
"Indeed."
Something in your chest turns to ice and shatters, hopefully it's just your sense of trust and nothing important "The only thing he taught me was to dodge everything. Cause if you didn't, you went through a wall. Or a pillar. Or whatever hard surface was nearby. And one time an ice cream stand. That one hurt the most. Damn ice cream obsessed psycho… " That last bit you mutter, reliving the beating you swear you can feel to this day.
Pyrrha winces, forcing you to blink. You'd honestly forgotten she was there.
"So… why is a prince coming to Beacon? Don't you get like, a million private tutors?"
"I chose this."
"... And?"
"I chose this path." Lorian repeats. "That is the sole reason, because I wished it to be so."
You shrug. "It was either this or prison for me."
"Prison?" Pyrrha gasps.
You chuckle nervously. "My father might be some great general, but he's a hard teacher."
"Really?" Lorian asks, actually showing more than a tiny bit of emotion for the first time, again in the form of surprise.
"He only showed patience and kindness when he taught me."
You feel your eye twitch. "... I feel cheated and I know why."
You pull out your scroll, calling the first name on your short contacts list. Or you would, but a notice pops up on your screen instead of a call symbol.
'Scroll disconnected from Network or out of range, please try another number.'
Out of range? You can call almost anyone halfway across the planet with Atlas' towers, there is no out of range. So either your father deliberately disconnected himself, or his scroll's destroyed. If the latter is true, that means he had a tough fight You take a second to pity the poor bastard before putting your scroll away.
Along the walls and tv's, the holographic image of a woman appears before you.
"Hello and welcome to Beacon, my name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among the privileged few who have received the honor to attend this prestigious academy."
"Again, this or prison." you mumble.
"I have a hard time believing that the headmaster would let you in if you were really going to prison." Pyrrha says.
"You'd be surprised."
"I can believe it." Lorian says in his trademark monotone.
"Love you too man."
"It is too soon in our relationship to declare affections."
You blink in surprise. "Wait, was that a joke? Do you actually have a sense of humor? There's hope for you yet!"
Lorian stares at you blankly "What joke did I make?"
"Aaaannnnd there's all hope ruined."
***
The journey off the ship was uneventful, so long as you ignored that one kid who couldn't keep his lunch together. Trying to look somewhat normal, you stuck close to Pyrrha and Lorian. Lorian had way too many questions about your upbringing that you dodged, while Pyrrha was just kind of… there. The three of you followed the crowd until you made it to the amphitheater, where your peers were kindly waiting. So to pass the time, you were teaching Lorian how to steal things.
Because what else would you talk with royalty about?
"The secret of sleight of hand is to distract your target."
"Like talking to them while you try and put your hand into their back pocket?"
You don't know if he's joking or not, but you slowly move your hand out of his pocket so he doesn't feel anything. "Yeah, like that."
As you talk, you see several adults come in, probably to watch the opening speeches. And if your gut has ever been right about anything, you know that these teachers are serious business. On top of the stage, Ozpin taps the microphone, stopping the abundant conversations and grabbing everyone's attention.
"I'll keep this brief. Each and everyone of you is here for a reason. Some have come for their family, for honor, glory, or even just the fairy tale ending you've dreamed about since you were young. I am here to tell you to abandon those reasons. Those ideals are nothing more than the surface of your true desires, and unless you truly know what your soul desires, you will never keep the flame of humanity lit. You will fall to darkness, and you will never return. My only advice: find your true reason quickly. That is all."
With that, he steps to the side leaving a group of bewildered students, a few teachers and even one that's laughing.
Either there's a joke you're not getting, or you just heard the headmaster say that you're screwed.
This school feels like home already.
Glynda steps up to the mic. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight, tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready, you are dismissed."
Everyone in the room collectively looks at one another as you try to make sense of the headmaster's speech. Everyone did start moving, but you just stand there. You glance at Pyrrha, she looks just as confused as you are. "Well that was… interesting."
"He's just stating what needs to be said." Lorian says.
"I'm pretty sure he just said, 'You're screwed, deal with it.'" You deadpan.
"I'm pretty sure that's not what he really means." Pyrrha argues.
You raise a disbelieving eyebrow, but before you can even open your mouth to fire a response, you notice something scary. When did it get darker in here? Pyrrha's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, and Lorian's arms fall uselessly to his side. Then you notice the shadow line. You turn and, "... Ok, wow."
Dwarfing you is… well she looks like a faunus but you don't remember hearing about anyone being this tall. At her side, a case that looks more like a small bag due to her size is in her hands. She smiles kindly down at you. "Master Fume?"
You nod wordlessly, your mouth apparently refusing to work.
"I am Professor Priscilla," Priscilla says with a small bow. "The headmaster has tasked me with delivering this to you. You lost your weapon during your capture, correct?"
"Wait, you really were arrested?" Pyrrha asks.
You wince, but at least the comment breaks you out of the shock of seeing the professor. "Yeah... not my proudest moment."
Priscilla leans down and hands you the case, which you gratefully accept.
"Thank you."
Priscilla bows again and begins making her way through the students to the other professors. She seems to glide across the floor, not appearing to move her body in the slightest, yet somehow still moving.
"Your father once showed me a great kindness. I pray for your success."
You try to imagine your father doing anything kind, but apparently, you don't know that much about him. Shaking off the thought, you open the case and smile at the waiting weapon.
Its…
[] Fume Family Ultra Greatsword: Crafted by your father's oldest ancestor, the Fume family has used this instrument of destruction for generations. It serves the dual function of both ultra greatsword and cannon. The blasts from the cannon are near impossible to aim, but given the destructive force of the blast, aiming has never really been an issue.
[] Soaring Judgement: A standard greatsword that you… came across in your early days of travel. The massive weight of the sword coupled with it's ability to change into a long range rifle made it an invaluable tool.
[] Swift Retribution: A sword and shield combo that when combined becomes an fully automatic assault rifle. Charge in, shoot a few rounds, swing a few times, problems just seem to disappear.
"Well hello old friend."
****
Unfortunately, you had to say goodbye to your old friend the second you started your way down the hall. You put it on the cart that was going to be transported to the armory. At least you got to trade it in for a nice sleeping bag and pillow. The second you get to the hall, you're assaulted by the million sounds of teenagers waiting to go to bed. Checking your scroll, you still have a few minutes before they call lights out. Better get a good place to set your things up in a quiet corner so you can get some shut eye.
[] Set your things up next to Lorian.
[] Set your things up next to Pyrrha.
[] Set your things up next to the two girls in red.
[] Set your things up next to the blond kid that couldn't keep his lunch.
[] Set your things up next to that pair of blondes.
[] Set your things up next to that one girl in the corner reading a book.
[] Set your things up next to that pink monster that's obviously had too much sugar and her boyfriend.
[] Set your things up next to that girl wearing pale blue and white.
[] Set your things up in some random corner and text that ice cream addict before going to sleep.
Out of all of the groups, the pair of redheads grabs your attention first. For two reasons actually. First off, both of them are nobles, you could practically feel the money from here. Suppressing the urge to walk up just to see what you can steal, you approach the two for another reason.
They're strong.
While their presence isn't as overwhelming as your father's, it still dwarfed everyone else in comparison. Naturally, you put on your most presentable smile before trotting over to them like you owned the airship. Got to have an air of confidence when you're dealing with new people - nobles especially. The two seem to sense your approach, as their conversation dies instantly and both turn to regard you. The hot one seems to light up as you come closer, while the other guy studies you.
At least they haven't screamed, always a plus.
You offhandedly wave at the two of them. "Hi, sorry for barging in."
"No," the male says so forcefully the reflexes your father literally beat into you kick in. You straighten your back and stand as properly as possible. Definitely a highly ranked noble, if he can do that with just one word.
"Our conversation had reached its end, your company is not unwelcome."
"... you're welcome?"
His expression could have been on a statue for all of the emotion that it showed. You wait for him to say something else, but he just stares at you expectantly. So with the awkward situation coming in full force, you turn to the other member of your party. "So, I'm Androse Fume, what're your names?"
The girl gives a pilot bow before answering. "I'm Pyrrha Nikos, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Same," You wait for Pyrrha's partner to respond, but he just stares at you.
At least this time, his expression held a tiny bit of surprise; something new at least.
"Fume?" He asks. "By chance, would you happen to be the son of General Raime?"
You try your best to keep the shock off your face, but it comes through regardless. You pinch the bridge of your nose, before letting out a small chuckle full of disbelief. "Wait, did you just say general?"
The still unnamed noble nods. "Indeed, I have heard of the many great deeds General Raime has done for Mistral."
"Like what? Destroying public property and ignoring the 'No Weapons Allowed' signs in restaurants?"
The noble that still hasn't introduced himself raises a quizzical eyebrow. "I have not heard of those things. I have only heard of his victory over the Leviathan, and his leadership during the Fifth Tragedy."
You stand there in silence and when your hands finally start working again, you hold up two fingers.
"Ok, two questions. Who are you and how do you know more about my father than I do?"
The noble that better give you his goddamn name this time inclines his head in an almost bow. "My apologies, I am Lorian Aurum, high prince of Mistral. Your father is The Raven Raime, left hand to my father, King Vendrick, and second high general of Mistral's forces. That is how I know of him. In fact, he personally taught me the basics of Pyromancy."
"... The basics of Pyromancy?"
"Indeed."
Something in your chest turns to ice and shatters, hopefully it's just your sense of trust and nothing important "The only thing he taught me was to dodge everything. Cause if you didn't, you went through a wall. Or a pillar. Or whatever hard surface was nearby. And one time an ice cream stand. That one hurt the most. Damn ice cream obsessed psycho… " That last bit you mutter, reliving the beating you swear you can feel to this day.
Pyrrha winces, forcing you to blink. You'd honestly forgotten she was there.
"So… why is a prince coming to Beacon? Don't you get like, a million private tutors?"
"I chose this."
"... And?"
"I chose this path." Lorian repeats. "That is the sole reason, because I wished it to be so."
You shrug. "It was either this or prison for me."
"Prison?" Pyrrha gasps.
You chuckle nervously. "My father might be some great general, but he's a hard teacher."
"Really?" Lorian asks, actually showing more than a tiny bit of emotion for the first time, again in the form of surprise.
"He only showed patience and kindness when he taught me."
You feel your eye twitch. "... I feel cheated and I know why."
You pull out your scroll, calling the first name on your short contacts list. Or you would, but a notice pops up on your screen instead of a call symbol.
'Scroll disconnected from Network or out of range, please try another number.'
Out of range? You can call almost anyone halfway across the planet with Atlas' towers, there is no out of range. So either your father deliberately disconnected himself, or his scroll's destroyed. If the latter is true, that means he had a tough fight You take a second to pity the poor bastard before putting your scroll away.
Along the walls and tv's, the holographic image of a woman appears before you.
"Hello and welcome to Beacon, my name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among the privileged few who have received the honor to attend this prestigious academy."
"Again, this or prison." you mumble.
"I have a hard time believing that the headmaster would let you in if you were really going to prison." Pyrrha says.
"You'd be surprised."
"I can believe it." Lorian says in his trademark monotone.
"Love you too man."
"It is too soon in our relationship to declare affections."
You blink in surprise. "Wait, was that a joke? Do you actually have a sense of humor? There's hope for you yet!"
Lorian stares at you blankly "What joke did I make?"
"Aaaannnnd there's all hope ruined."
***
The journey off the ship was uneventful, so long as you ignored that one kid who couldn't keep his lunch together. Trying to look somewhat normal, you stuck close to Pyrrha and Lorian. Lorian had way too many questions about your upbringing that you dodged, while Pyrrha was just kind of… there. The three of you followed the crowd until you made it to the amphitheater, where your peers were kindly waiting. So to pass the time, you were teaching Lorian how to steal things.
Because what else would you talk with royalty about?
"The secret of sleight of hand is to distract your target."
"Like talking to them while you try and put your hand into their back pocket?"
You don't know if he's joking or not, but you slowly move your hand out of his pocket so he doesn't feel anything. "Yeah, like that."
As you talk, you see several adults come in, probably to watch the opening speeches. And if your gut has ever been right about anything, you know that these teachers are serious business. On top of the stage, Ozpin taps the microphone, stopping the abundant conversations and grabbing everyone's attention.
"I'll keep this brief. Each and everyone of you is here for a reason. Some have come for their family, for honor, glory, or even just the fairy tale ending you've dreamed about since you were young. I am here to tell you to abandon those reasons. Those ideals are nothing more than the surface of your true desires, and unless you truly know what your soul desires, you will never keep the flame of humanity lit. You will fall to darkness, and you will never return. My only advice: find your true reason quickly. That is all."
With that, he steps to the side leaving a group of bewildered students, a few teachers and even one that's laughing.
Either there's a joke you're not getting, or you just heard the headmaster say that you're screwed.
This school feels like home already.
Glynda steps up to the mic. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight, tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready, you are dismissed."
Everyone in the room collectively looks at one another as you try to make sense of the headmaster's speech. Everyone did start moving, but you just stand there. You glance at Pyrrha, she looks just as confused as you are. "Well that was… interesting."
"He's just stating what needs to be said." Lorian says.
"I'm pretty sure he just said, 'You're screwed, deal with it.'" You deadpan.
"I'm pretty sure that's not what he really means." Pyrrha argues.
You raise a disbelieving eyebrow, but before you can even open your mouth to fire a response, you notice something scary. When did it get darker in here? Pyrrha's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, and Lorian's arms fall uselessly to his side. Then you notice the shadow line. You turn and, "... Ok, wow."
Dwarfing you is… well she looks like a faunus but you don't remember hearing about anyone being this tall. At her side, a case that looks more like a small bag due to her size is in her hands. She smiles kindly down at you. "Master Fume?"
You nod wordlessly, your mouth apparently refusing to work.
"I am Professor Priscilla," Priscilla says with a small bow. "The headmaster has tasked me with delivering this to you. You lost your weapon during your capture, correct?"
"Wait, you really were arrested?" Pyrrha asks.
You wince, but at least the comment breaks you out of the shock of seeing the professor. "Yeah... not my proudest moment."
Priscilla leans down and hands you the case, which you gratefully accept.
"Thank you."
Priscilla bows again and begins making her way through the students to the other professors. She seems to glide across the floor, not appearing to move her body in the slightest, yet somehow still moving.
"Your father once showed me a great kindness. I pray for your success."
You try to imagine your father doing anything kind, but apparently, you don't know that much about him. Shaking off the thought, you open the case and smile at the waiting weapon.
Its…
[] Fume Family Ultra Greatsword: Crafted by your father's oldest ancestor, the Fume family has used this instrument of destruction for generations. It serves the dual function of both ultra greatsword and cannon. The blasts from the cannon are near impossible to aim, but given the destructive force of the blast, aiming has never really been an issue.
[] Soaring Judgement: A standard greatsword that you… came across in your early days of travel. The massive weight of the sword coupled with it's ability to change into a long range rifle made it an invaluable tool.
[] Swift Retribution: A sword and shield combo that when combined becomes an fully automatic assault rifle. Charge in, shoot a few rounds, swing a few times, problems just seem to disappear.
"Well hello old friend."
****
Unfortunately, you had to say goodbye to your old friend the second you started your way down the hall. You put it on the cart that was going to be transported to the armory. At least you got to trade it in for a nice sleeping bag and pillow. The second you get to the hall, you're assaulted by the million sounds of teenagers waiting to go to bed. Checking your scroll, you still have a few minutes before they call lights out. Better get a good place to set your things up in a quiet corner so you can get some shut eye.
[] Set your things up next to Lorian.
[] Set your things up next to Pyrrha.
[] Set your things up next to the two girls in red.
[] Set your things up next to the blond kid that couldn't keep his lunch.
[] Set your things up next to that pair of blondes.
[] Set your things up next to that one girl in the corner reading a book.
[] Set your things up next to that pink monster that's obviously had too much sugar and her boyfriend.
[] Set your things up next to that girl wearing pale blue and white.
[] Set your things up in some random corner and text that ice cream addict before going to sleep.
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Chapter 3: With Friends Like These...
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
[X] Fume Family Ultra Greatsword: Crafted by your father's oldest ancestor, the Fume family has used this instrument of destruction for generations. It serves the dual function of both ultra greatsword and cannon. The blasts from the cannon are near impossible to aim, but given the destructive force of the blast, aiming has never really been an issue.
[X] Set your things up in some random corner and text that ice cream addict before going to sleep.
So many options, barely enough time to get any meaningful conversation started. The urge to set your things up next to Pyrrha, if only because you actually know her. But she's next to the guy who couldn't keep his lunch down during the plane so you keep away, if only to avoid one of his 'shots.'
Pyrrha notices you from across the room and sends a friendly wave your way. You wave back and head over to the only other quiet corner in the room, the first being taken up by the girl in black. She takes a second to look up from her book to glance at you. You wave, and she goes back to reading.
Great first impressions you've made so far.
The second you get to your corner you throw your things in a disjointed pile next to the wall before slumping to the floor. Leaning your head down, you close your eyes and drift to sleep.
Or you would if your scroll didn't start ringing. Your eyes shoot open and you take out your scroll. Who on Remnant would be texting you now of all times?
'So, how's the prison life treating you?
'
… of course it's her.
Your fingers fly over the keyboard. 'I'm not even going to ask how you knew that might have happened.'
'I'll never reveal my sources!'
'Roman?'
The scroll goes quiet for a minute before the next text comes in. 'You're no fun.'
You allow yourself to smirk in victory, it's not every day when you get Neo to stop.
'But you got caught, didn't you?'
You look at the screen, and instantly, all feeling of satisfaction is gone. It's like this addict lives to ruin your day, no matter where she is. But, on the plus side, she isn't putting you through a wall. On the flip side to that coin, you wouldn't put it past her to drive an airship into the side of Beacon just to get your attention.
She's done worse for the same reason… that poor bathroom.
'Yes, I did.' You admit. 'But I'm not in prison.'
Another moment of silence, 'Really? Where are you?'
'School.'
'...How is that any different from prison?'
'I actually learn things here.'
'According to Roman, you learn a lot of things in prison.'
You hold back a laugh at that one. 'What does Roman know about prison?'
'Plenty! Did he never tell you about the time he was the warden of one of Vale's prisons for a day?'
'Wait, what? There's no way that actually happened!' You text back, absolutely refusing to even consider the possibility of Roman ever willingly setting foot in a prison.
'Yep! He started a riot just to get his hat back. Apparently, they still sell ice cream in the prison yard in exchange for information.'
That you can believe.
'By the way, apparently my dad is some big shot general in Mistral. Can you believe that?'
'Oh I can believe it, I knew that the first time you went through my stand.'
Does everyone in Remnant know about your father except you!? This is getting really annoying. But then a thought occurs to you.
'Wait, you knew?'
'Of course I did! I'd ask if you did, but that seems pretty obvious at this point. It's adorable how clueless you are!'
… this bitch. This bitch is the reason you have trust issues.
And maybe your father has something to do with it too but it's mostly this bitch!
'Being oblivious is one thing, not telling a friend you know something important is another. I expect the silent treatment from you, but I figured Roman would spill sometime.'
'Roman, spilling the beans? Are we thinking of the same Roman here?'
Well he did tell you his and Neo's name when he was drunk along with the location of a storage house. It's empty now, hopefully they haven't checked it recently.
'I meant it as a joke… that he would make at my expense… forget what I just said.'
'Aw, see, you can learn! It's so much funner to keep you in the dark!'
One of these days, you'll talk to Neo and she won't troll the ever living crap out of you. Maybe it'll be the day she kills you for eating her ice cream, but the day will come eventually.
'Just like how it's funny to keep you away from ice cream?'
'What's that? You want to get reacquainted with my ice cream stand again? That can be arranged! \o/'
OhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshit. Abort abort!
'Oh god no please have mercy I didn't mean it!'
'Too late! I'll be sure to visit you soon!'
A thought occurs to you, and if you were in the same room as this psychopath, you would have laughed. 'There's an entire school filled with Huntsmen between you and me, you know.'
'Please, like they'll be able to catch me.'
Considering everyone's probably an elite level hunter in this school, there's actually a good chance.
'Five Lien says they can.'
'Fifty says they never even notice I'm there!'
'A hundred says they'll shoot you on sight.'
'So what you're saying is, I should make sure to look like you?'
Not even an hour and Neo is trying to get you killed.
With friends like this...
'... Can't you just let me win at least once?'
'Where's the fun in that? <3'
'IDK, some diversity?'
'Sounds boring. I much prefer my way. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'
'You mean when you make me miserable?'
'Of course! What else would I mean?'
'That maybe our friendship has grown beyond me being your punching bag and Roman's tank/thief.'
'LOL - That's the funniest thing I've heard in months! Congratulations, you just spared yourself a beating!'
'You're never going to be nice to me are you?'
'I'll have you know I'm made of sugar, spice, and everything nice!'
Bulshit.
'You're made of cream, sadistic nature and unholy tactics wrapped up in a small little box.'
'...Did you just call me the s-word? You know what happens to people who call me that…'
Captain, we've angered the titan again.
Abandon ship!
'I'm sorry! Please don't come out here! I meant to say… cute?'
'I shall forgive you of this transgression due to the years you've spent as my loyal minion. Don't do it again.'
'Yes ma'am.'
'Good. I'd hate to have to break my favorite toy. *nods*'
It's moments like these that allow you to appreciate the durability that comes with your semblance.
'Both you and my father can't do that. Semblance remember?'
'Is that a challenge?'
Nononono nope, not going down that road.
'No. Just making sure you remember how durable I am.'
'It sure sounds like a challenge to me, and you know how I feel about challenges!'
'Maybe you should ask Roman to challenge you? What's he doing right now anyway?'
'I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. You switched sides, remember?'
Ok, that one hurts.
'I didn't switch sides!' You complain. 'It was either this or prison! And no offense, my father scares me a little more than you do.'
'Regardless, you're on the side of the law now, and you know it. You can't be poking your nose into our business anymore.'
'And how many Vale Hunters actually follow the law when they're on missions?'
'Despite rumors, a lot more than you'd think.'
'Well you can't exactly blame my thinking. I mean, my father is a general and he destroys property for fun.'
'Have you never seen a battle between two professionals? Trust me, the amount of property your father destroys is chump change in comparison.'
'He brought down a hotel because someone tried to mug him.'
'Uh huh. Did you hear the story of what happened the last time Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee had to spend more than five minutes together?'
Who the heck is Qrow? And why would a Schnee want to kill him?
'They got drunk and had a good time?' You guess.
'Let's just say there's a reason nobody talks about it. Or the village that used to be there.'
'Good for the-wait they literally destroyed a whole village?'
'...Sure, let's go with that.'
'... you're messing with me right now aren't you?'
'Now, does that sound like something I would do?'
'Yes.'
'Your lack of faith disturbs me. What have I ever done to you to deserve such treatment?'
You want the list in chronological order? Or order of magnitude?
'You've beat the crap out of me, nearly drowned me, sent me on several suicide missions, sold me to your dandy boy toy, made me rebuild a ice cream stand twice and watch as my father shot me in the face for losing to you.'
'Get over it, you pansy.'
'Screw you too.'
'Is that an offer?'
Your first instinct is to type yes. But then you remember what Roman said how Neo likes her nights to go. Apparently it involves a lot of strange objects and ice. He was drunk off his ass at the time he told you so you can take that advice with a grain of salt but the fact still stands. Don't get with crazy.
So do the next best thing and troll her.
'I don't know, ask Roman.'
'I always knew there was something going on between you and Roman! Wait until I tell the Malachite twins!'
… note to self never try and out troll Neo. On another note, you need to stop this before your entire underground image goes straight out the window!
'Oh no no no no no you don't! Wait, why would the twins care? Do you think I have a shot with them?'
'Hell no,' Well there goes that hope dashed against the side of a brick wall.
'I just want them to spread the word! And you can't stop me! You're in prison!'
'DAMN YOU ICE CREAM!'
'Look on the bright side - at least nobody will try to make you their prison bitch!'
'Ok, too far there.'
'Really? You sure? I could have gone a lot farther!'
'I know but I rather not get into that conversation. I'm pretty sure my father keeps track of me and what I do on my scroll.'
'I'm pretty sure your dad is the epitome of not giving a fuck.'
You're not going to disagree with that. He probably had more debt stacked up than your average gambler. But then again he could also be super rich with how little he's actually told you.
'He totally is.'
Your scroll vibrates in your hands as another message comes through, but not from Neo.
'Lights out.' Professor Goodwitch.
You nearly laugh, texting the students? Couldn't she just make an announcement or let us stay up all night? She's not the one jumping into an introductory course that is probably fatal tomorrow, what does she care?
'Apparently it's lights out. Night Neo.'
'Sleep tight my little toy, have fun in prison.'
'I'm in a school.'
'...There's a difference?'
'Good night Neo.'
You close your scroll before Neo has the chance to respond. You shift in your seat, getting yourself as comfortable as possible before shutting your eyes and letting sleep take you away.
***
The locker room is, well, exactly what you expected from the name. Lockers everywhere and each one of them holding weapons of mass destruction. Your locker could barely hold yours. Sometimes you wonder if your father's family had any concern for space. The sword is bigger than you are and can't compress into a smaller form unless you wanted to shoot something. Even then, it only shrunk like an inch or two. Three at the most. Made packing a real bitch sometimes.
That being said, you wouldn't trade this thing for the world, especially considering the hell you had to go through just to touch the thing. Forcing your will over the blade, the heavy metal is engulfed in your semblance. A second later, you can pick it up and strap it onto your back as easily as your average backpack.
Bright side to having a semblance that changes the density of things, it makes carrying your monstrosity of a sword a breeze. Finished with your preparations - namely, just getting your sword - you begin heading out. Or try to, anyway.
"Compensating for something?"
Turning around, you see a blond with a smirk on his face, staring straight at you, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. You just smile and nod.
"Yep, it has to be this big so I have something to compare it to."
The blond tries and fails to hold in a snort.
"To each their own as they say, name's Yueliang Xiao Long." he says, holding out a hand.
You gave the hand a firm shake, or at least you wanted to. The second Yueliang's fingers covered your hand, it feels as if your bones were being crushed. You keep a smile on your face and increase the density of your hand to the point where you couldn't feel it, causing his smirk to grow.
"Oh ho! A tough guy. Haven't seen anyone take a handshake from me without flinching since my mom."
"She must be one tough lady then, you've got quite the grip. Androse Fume, by the way."
"The general's kid?"
"Damn it, how is it that everybody knows who my old man is but me?"
"He didn't tell you? Damn, and I thought I had it tough with hardass parents."
"Did yours ever throw you off a cliff?"
"Multiple times."
"Punch you in the face and through buildings?"
"Face yes, buildings no. But only because buildings are hard to replace on Patch. I got punched through trees instead."
You definitely like this guy. He understands.
"Bro, we should go get drinks sometime. I feel like this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
Yueliang smirks, "That depends."
"On what?"
"Can you outlast my sister?"
"You have a sister, huh? She as tough as you?"
Yueliang shrugs, "She's tougher, if anything."
"Really?"
"I'm the calm one in the family. Yang just punches everything."
"Sounds like my kind of girl."
Yueliang's smirk grows even wider, "That right, tough guy? Well, good luck to you then. I hope you know what you're getting into. Especially since she's right behind you."
At that moment, a hand clamps down on your shoulder, nearing sending you to your knees. Only the hours spent getting attacked by your father keeps you from screaming in surprise.
"You boys talking about me?"
Yueliang nods, "Yeah, and guess what sis? This guy says you're just his type."
"That right? Well then, he's welcome to try his luck. If he thinks he can keep up."
Oh, she's one of those women. Well, you did always like a challenge.
"I'm pretty sure I can take anything you dish out. What about you? Can you keep up with me?"
"Ohhh, a real tough guy, hm? Well then, you can take me out for drinks anytime you want. We'll see who's still standing at the end. Loser pays, of course."
You smile, "It's a date then, Yang."
Yang smiles right back at you and taps your cheek. "Oh, that's cute, you think you'll win. I know I'll be having a nice night after initiation."
"Keep it in the bedroom, sis." Yueliang cuts in, making you jump. You'd honestly forgotten he was there. Guess you got too caught up in trying to one up Yang and failing horribly.
"Yeah yeah, I'll spare your virgin ears, bro." Yang says, waving him off.
"Can you at least try not to sleep with every boy in our year? We're still getting calls from Signal."
"Sounds like a party." You say.
"It's really not. Boys. You take them on one date, and then suddenly they're bragging to all their friends about it."
"Never been on a date in my life." You say.
Yang blinks and Yueliang winces.
"That right, tough guy?"
"Father said I needed to focus on training instead of getting some."
"Oh, a daddy's boy?"
"He could burn in hell and I probably wouldn't care."
"Okaaaay, so, not a daddy's boy then."
"He and I have an... interesting relationship."
"Interesting how?" Yueliang asks.
"I say something, he punches me. I snark off, he shoots me. I try to hit back and we have to pay for a building."
"Oh, sounds like my sister and her relationship with… pretty much everyone." Yueliang says, his ever present smirk deepening yet again.
"Oh, get over it already, bro. It was one time!"
"We had to renovate the house!"
"Well, maybe if someone didn't try to mess with Bumblebee!"
"I told you already, I needed to borrow your bike because I was running late! I got laid off of that job because of you!"
"You got another one!"
"No thanks to you!"
"Can I leave please?" You ask.
"NO!" the twins scream in unison.
***
Yeah, you weren't allowed to leave. Instead, you were forced to stand there for the next twenty minutes as the twins continued arguing with each other. Now, the three of you were sprinting towards initiation, desperately hoping you weren't late.
Thankfully, professors waiting to send you to your death are pretty patient. Who knew?
As the three of you ran up the hill to the cliffside, the rest of your year and a few of the professors turn to watch you approach. Ozpin is drinking out of the bottomless cup that held his coffee, Glynda looks like she wants to strangle you, and Priscilla is smilin. You'll take two out of three when it comes to good reactions, it's passing at least.
"So glad the three of you could join us. If you would be so kind." Ozpin says.
He gestures to the other first years, but more specifically the three remaining silver pads on the ground.
Oh.
Good.
Dust.
They're going to fling you off a cliff, they're totally throwing you off a cliff to start this shit.
Mark your fucking words you father had something to do with this!
He's probably laughing his ass off somewhere right now!
"You're going to throw us off a cliff aren't you?"
"Now why would we do that?" Ozpin asks.
"... I'm right aren't I?"
Ozpin just shrugs and takes another sip of coffee.
"Mr. Fume, would you please get into position so we can begin?" Glynda asks.
You lift your hands in surrender and stand in the spot Goodwitch indicated. Ozpin clears his throat, getting everyone's attention and keeping Glynda from staring holes into your head.
"Before we begin, I must take the time to congratulate all of you for choosing this path. Not many have the capacity to be hunters of Vale, and I doubt many of you do as well. But should you wish to prove me wrong, you will need to travel through the Emerald Forest. At the end of the forest, you will find ruins holding several relics. Take one, and return here. Should anything try and stop you, remove it. Else it will destroy you."
"Yeah, dad definitely wrote this shit." You mumble.
"During this journey, you will more than likely run into one another. Cooperation between your fellow students is for your own safety, so if you have any grudges, save them till you return. Hesitation or horrid purpose could lead to your death." Priscilla says.
"Gotcha, jolly cooperation it is."
"Speaking of jolly cooperation, I'm sure many of you have been wondering about the assignment of teams. Well, allow me to dispel any rumors you might have heard. You will be receiving your partners during the initiation. These people will be your partners for the next four years, so it is in your best interests to find someone you can work well." Ozpin says.
"Makes sense." You shrug.
"Having said that, the first person you make eye contact with will be your partner for the next four years."
…
…
…
"Ok, that is the most backward thinking I've heard in my entire life, and I was raised by a guy who told me to swim to Vale from Mistral!" You scream.
"I wish you luck." Ozpin says, completely ignoring you.
You feel the platform rumble underneath you for a second. Then the thing springs out like a jack in the box, throwing you over the cliff and into danger.
First thought: That utter bastard!
Second thought: Someone pick up that phone, because you called it!
Third thought: Probably should figure out a way to land before you hit something you shouldn't.
Like that tree.
[] Landing strategy?
[X] Set your things up in some random corner and text that ice cream addict before going to sleep.
So many options, barely enough time to get any meaningful conversation started. The urge to set your things up next to Pyrrha, if only because you actually know her. But she's next to the guy who couldn't keep his lunch down during the plane so you keep away, if only to avoid one of his 'shots.'
Pyrrha notices you from across the room and sends a friendly wave your way. You wave back and head over to the only other quiet corner in the room, the first being taken up by the girl in black. She takes a second to look up from her book to glance at you. You wave, and she goes back to reading.
Great first impressions you've made so far.
The second you get to your corner you throw your things in a disjointed pile next to the wall before slumping to the floor. Leaning your head down, you close your eyes and drift to sleep.
Or you would if your scroll didn't start ringing. Your eyes shoot open and you take out your scroll. Who on Remnant would be texting you now of all times?
'So, how's the prison life treating you?
'… of course it's her.
Your fingers fly over the keyboard. 'I'm not even going to ask how you knew that might have happened.'
'I'll never reveal my sources!'
'Roman?'
The scroll goes quiet for a minute before the next text comes in. 'You're no fun.'
You allow yourself to smirk in victory, it's not every day when you get Neo to stop.
'But you got caught, didn't you?'
You look at the screen, and instantly, all feeling of satisfaction is gone. It's like this addict lives to ruin your day, no matter where she is. But, on the plus side, she isn't putting you through a wall. On the flip side to that coin, you wouldn't put it past her to drive an airship into the side of Beacon just to get your attention.
She's done worse for the same reason… that poor bathroom.
'Yes, I did.' You admit. 'But I'm not in prison.'
Another moment of silence, 'Really? Where are you?'
'School.'
'...How is that any different from prison?'
'I actually learn things here.'
'According to Roman, you learn a lot of things in prison.'
You hold back a laugh at that one. 'What does Roman know about prison?'
'Plenty! Did he never tell you about the time he was the warden of one of Vale's prisons for a day?'
'Wait, what? There's no way that actually happened!' You text back, absolutely refusing to even consider the possibility of Roman ever willingly setting foot in a prison.
'Yep!
He started a riot just to get his hat back. Apparently, they still sell ice cream in the prison yard in exchange for information.'That you can believe.
'By the way, apparently my dad is some big shot general in Mistral. Can you believe that?'
'Oh I can believe it, I knew that the first time you went through my stand.'
Does everyone in Remnant know about your father except you!? This is getting really annoying. But then a thought occurs to you.
'Wait, you knew?'
'Of course I did! I'd ask if you did, but that seems pretty obvious at this point. It's adorable how clueless you are!'
… this bitch. This bitch is the reason you have trust issues.
And maybe your father has something to do with it too but it's mostly this bitch!
'Being oblivious is one thing, not telling a friend you know something important is another. I expect the silent treatment from you, but I figured Roman would spill sometime.'
'Roman, spilling the beans? Are we thinking of the same Roman here?'
Well he did tell you his and Neo's name when he was drunk along with the location of a storage house. It's empty now, hopefully they haven't checked it recently.
'I meant it as a joke… that he would make at my expense… forget what I just said.'
'Aw, see, you can learn! It's so much funner to keep you in the dark!'
One of these days, you'll talk to Neo and she won't troll the ever living crap out of you. Maybe it'll be the day she kills you for eating her ice cream, but the day will come eventually.
'Just like how it's funny to keep you away from ice cream?'
'What's that? You want to get reacquainted with my ice cream stand again? That can be arranged! \o/'
OhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshitOhshit. Abort abort!
'Oh god no please have mercy I didn't mean it!'
'Too late! I'll be sure to visit you soon!'
A thought occurs to you, and if you were in the same room as this psychopath, you would have laughed. 'There's an entire school filled with Huntsmen between you and me, you know.'
'Please, like they'll be able to catch me.'
Considering everyone's probably an elite level hunter in this school, there's actually a good chance.
'Five Lien says they can.'
'Fifty says they never even notice I'm there!'
'A hundred says they'll shoot you on sight.'
'So what you're saying is, I should make sure to look like you?'
Not even an hour and Neo is trying to get you killed.
With friends like this...
'... Can't you just let me win at least once?'
'Where's the fun in that? <3'
'IDK, some diversity?'
'Sounds boring. I much prefer my way. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'
'You mean when you make me miserable?'
'Of course! What else would I mean?'
'That maybe our friendship has grown beyond me being your punching bag and Roman's tank/thief.'
'LOL - That's the funniest thing I've heard in months! Congratulations, you just spared yourself a beating!'
'You're never going to be nice to me are you?'
'I'll have you know I'm made of sugar, spice, and everything nice!'
Bulshit.
'You're made of cream, sadistic nature and unholy tactics wrapped up in a small little box.'
'...Did you just call me the s-word? You know what happens to people who call me that…'
Captain, we've angered the titan again.
Abandon ship!
'I'm sorry! Please don't come out here! I meant to say… cute?'
'I shall forgive you of this transgression due to the years you've spent as my loyal minion. Don't do it again.'
'Yes ma'am.'
'Good. I'd hate to have to break my favorite toy. *nods*'
It's moments like these that allow you to appreciate the durability that comes with your semblance.
'Both you and my father can't do that. Semblance remember?'
'Is that a challenge?'
Nononono nope, not going down that road.
'No. Just making sure you remember how durable I am.'
'It sure sounds like a challenge to me, and you know how I feel about challenges!'
'Maybe you should ask Roman to challenge you? What's he doing right now anyway?'
'I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. You switched sides, remember?'
Ok, that one hurts.
'I didn't switch sides!' You complain. 'It was either this or prison! And no offense, my father scares me a little more than you do.'
'Regardless, you're on the side of the law now, and you know it. You can't be poking your nose into our business anymore.'
'And how many Vale Hunters actually follow the law when they're on missions?'
'Despite rumors, a lot more than you'd think.'
'Well you can't exactly blame my thinking. I mean, my father is a general and he destroys property for fun.'
'Have you never seen a battle between two professionals? Trust me, the amount of property your father destroys is chump change in comparison.'
'He brought down a hotel because someone tried to mug him.'
'Uh huh. Did you hear the story of what happened the last time Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee had to spend more than five minutes together?'
Who the heck is Qrow? And why would a Schnee want to kill him?
'They got drunk and had a good time?' You guess.
'Let's just say there's a reason nobody talks about it. Or the village that used to be there.'
'Good for the-wait they literally destroyed a whole village?'
'...Sure, let's go with that.'
'... you're messing with me right now aren't you?'
'Now, does that sound like something I would do?'
'Yes.'
'Your lack of faith disturbs me. What have I ever done to you to deserve such treatment?'
You want the list in chronological order? Or order of magnitude?
'You've beat the crap out of me, nearly drowned me, sent me on several suicide missions, sold me to your dandy boy toy, made me rebuild a ice cream stand twice and watch as my father shot me in the face for losing to you.'
'Get over it, you pansy.'
'Screw you too.'
'Is that an offer?'
Your first instinct is to type yes. But then you remember what Roman said how Neo likes her nights to go. Apparently it involves a lot of strange objects and ice. He was drunk off his ass at the time he told you so you can take that advice with a grain of salt but the fact still stands. Don't get with crazy.
So do the next best thing and troll her.
'I don't know, ask Roman.'
'I always knew there was something going on between you and Roman! Wait until I tell the Malachite twins!'
… note to self never try and out troll Neo. On another note, you need to stop this before your entire underground image goes straight out the window!
'Oh no no no no no you don't! Wait, why would the twins care? Do you think I have a shot with them?'
'Hell no,' Well there goes that hope dashed against the side of a brick wall.
'I just want them to spread the word! And you can't stop me! You're in prison!'
'DAMN YOU ICE CREAM!'
'Look on the bright side - at least nobody will try to make you their prison bitch!'
'Ok, too far there.'
'Really? You sure? I could have gone a lot farther!'
'I know but I rather not get into that conversation. I'm pretty sure my father keeps track of me and what I do on my scroll.'
'I'm pretty sure your dad is the epitome of not giving a fuck.'
You're not going to disagree with that. He probably had more debt stacked up than your average gambler. But then again he could also be super rich with how little he's actually told you.
'He totally is.'
Your scroll vibrates in your hands as another message comes through, but not from Neo.
'Lights out.' Professor Goodwitch.
You nearly laugh, texting the students? Couldn't she just make an announcement or let us stay up all night? She's not the one jumping into an introductory course that is probably fatal tomorrow, what does she care?
'Apparently it's lights out. Night Neo.'
'Sleep tight my little toy, have fun in prison.'
'I'm in a school.'
'...There's a difference?'
'Good night Neo.'
You close your scroll before Neo has the chance to respond. You shift in your seat, getting yourself as comfortable as possible before shutting your eyes and letting sleep take you away.
***
The locker room is, well, exactly what you expected from the name. Lockers everywhere and each one of them holding weapons of mass destruction. Your locker could barely hold yours. Sometimes you wonder if your father's family had any concern for space. The sword is bigger than you are and can't compress into a smaller form unless you wanted to shoot something. Even then, it only shrunk like an inch or two. Three at the most. Made packing a real bitch sometimes.
That being said, you wouldn't trade this thing for the world, especially considering the hell you had to go through just to touch the thing. Forcing your will over the blade, the heavy metal is engulfed in your semblance. A second later, you can pick it up and strap it onto your back as easily as your average backpack.
Bright side to having a semblance that changes the density of things, it makes carrying your monstrosity of a sword a breeze. Finished with your preparations - namely, just getting your sword - you begin heading out. Or try to, anyway.
"Compensating for something?"
Turning around, you see a blond with a smirk on his face, staring straight at you, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. You just smile and nod.
"Yep, it has to be this big so I have something to compare it to."
The blond tries and fails to hold in a snort.
"To each their own as they say, name's Yueliang Xiao Long." he says, holding out a hand.
You gave the hand a firm shake, or at least you wanted to. The second Yueliang's fingers covered your hand, it feels as if your bones were being crushed. You keep a smile on your face and increase the density of your hand to the point where you couldn't feel it, causing his smirk to grow.
"Oh ho! A tough guy. Haven't seen anyone take a handshake from me without flinching since my mom."
"She must be one tough lady then, you've got quite the grip. Androse Fume, by the way."
"The general's kid?"
"Damn it, how is it that everybody knows who my old man is but me?"
"He didn't tell you? Damn, and I thought I had it tough with hardass parents."
"Did yours ever throw you off a cliff?"
"Multiple times."
"Punch you in the face and through buildings?"
"Face yes, buildings no. But only because buildings are hard to replace on Patch. I got punched through trees instead."
You definitely like this guy. He understands.
"Bro, we should go get drinks sometime. I feel like this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
Yueliang smirks, "That depends."
"On what?"
"Can you outlast my sister?"
"You have a sister, huh? She as tough as you?"
Yueliang shrugs, "She's tougher, if anything."
"Really?"
"I'm the calm one in the family. Yang just punches everything."
"Sounds like my kind of girl."
Yueliang's smirk grows even wider, "That right, tough guy? Well, good luck to you then. I hope you know what you're getting into. Especially since she's right behind you."
At that moment, a hand clamps down on your shoulder, nearing sending you to your knees. Only the hours spent getting attacked by your father keeps you from screaming in surprise.
"You boys talking about me?"
Yueliang nods, "Yeah, and guess what sis? This guy says you're just his type."
"That right? Well then, he's welcome to try his luck. If he thinks he can keep up."
Oh, she's one of those women. Well, you did always like a challenge.
"I'm pretty sure I can take anything you dish out. What about you? Can you keep up with me?"
"Ohhh, a real tough guy, hm? Well then, you can take me out for drinks anytime you want. We'll see who's still standing at the end. Loser pays, of course."
You smile, "It's a date then, Yang."
Yang smiles right back at you and taps your cheek. "Oh, that's cute, you think you'll win. I know I'll be having a nice night after initiation."
"Keep it in the bedroom, sis." Yueliang cuts in, making you jump. You'd honestly forgotten he was there. Guess you got too caught up in trying to one up Yang and failing horribly.
"Yeah yeah, I'll spare your virgin ears, bro." Yang says, waving him off.
"Can you at least try not to sleep with every boy in our year? We're still getting calls from Signal."
"Sounds like a party." You say.
"It's really not. Boys. You take them on one date, and then suddenly they're bragging to all their friends about it."
"Never been on a date in my life." You say.
Yang blinks and Yueliang winces.
"That right, tough guy?"
"Father said I needed to focus on training instead of getting some."
"Oh, a daddy's boy?"
"He could burn in hell and I probably wouldn't care."
"Okaaaay, so, not a daddy's boy then."
"He and I have an... interesting relationship."
"Interesting how?" Yueliang asks.
"I say something, he punches me. I snark off, he shoots me. I try to hit back and we have to pay for a building."
"Oh, sounds like my sister and her relationship with… pretty much everyone." Yueliang says, his ever present smirk deepening yet again.
"Oh, get over it already, bro. It was one time!"
"We had to renovate the house!"
"Well, maybe if someone didn't try to mess with Bumblebee!"
"I told you already, I needed to borrow your bike because I was running late! I got laid off of that job because of you!"
"You got another one!"
"No thanks to you!"
"Can I leave please?" You ask.
"NO!" the twins scream in unison.
***
Yeah, you weren't allowed to leave. Instead, you were forced to stand there for the next twenty minutes as the twins continued arguing with each other. Now, the three of you were sprinting towards initiation, desperately hoping you weren't late.
Thankfully, professors waiting to send you to your death are pretty patient. Who knew?
As the three of you ran up the hill to the cliffside, the rest of your year and a few of the professors turn to watch you approach. Ozpin is drinking out of the bottomless cup that held his coffee, Glynda looks like she wants to strangle you, and Priscilla is smilin. You'll take two out of three when it comes to good reactions, it's passing at least.
"So glad the three of you could join us. If you would be so kind." Ozpin says.
He gestures to the other first years, but more specifically the three remaining silver pads on the ground.
Oh.
Good.
Dust.
They're going to fling you off a cliff, they're totally throwing you off a cliff to start this shit.
Mark your fucking words you father had something to do with this!
He's probably laughing his ass off somewhere right now!
"You're going to throw us off a cliff aren't you?"
"Now why would we do that?" Ozpin asks.
"... I'm right aren't I?"
Ozpin just shrugs and takes another sip of coffee.
"Mr. Fume, would you please get into position so we can begin?" Glynda asks.
You lift your hands in surrender and stand in the spot Goodwitch indicated. Ozpin clears his throat, getting everyone's attention and keeping Glynda from staring holes into your head.
"Before we begin, I must take the time to congratulate all of you for choosing this path. Not many have the capacity to be hunters of Vale, and I doubt many of you do as well. But should you wish to prove me wrong, you will need to travel through the Emerald Forest. At the end of the forest, you will find ruins holding several relics. Take one, and return here. Should anything try and stop you, remove it. Else it will destroy you."
"Yeah, dad definitely wrote this shit." You mumble.
"During this journey, you will more than likely run into one another. Cooperation between your fellow students is for your own safety, so if you have any grudges, save them till you return. Hesitation or horrid purpose could lead to your death." Priscilla says.
"Gotcha, jolly cooperation it is."
"Speaking of jolly cooperation, I'm sure many of you have been wondering about the assignment of teams. Well, allow me to dispel any rumors you might have heard. You will be receiving your partners during the initiation. These people will be your partners for the next four years, so it is in your best interests to find someone you can work well." Ozpin says.
"Makes sense." You shrug.
"Having said that, the first person you make eye contact with will be your partner for the next four years."
…
…
…
"Ok, that is the most backward thinking I've heard in my entire life, and I was raised by a guy who told me to swim to Vale from Mistral!" You scream.
"I wish you luck." Ozpin says, completely ignoring you.
You feel the platform rumble underneath you for a second. Then the thing springs out like a jack in the box, throwing you over the cliff and into danger.
First thought: That utter bastard!
Second thought: Someone pick up that phone, because you called it!
Third thought: Probably should figure out a way to land before you hit something you shouldn't.
Like that tree.
[] Landing strategy?