Death: Hey guys! So, my literacy will be a bit more chill regarding introductory and humor, but come to the fight scenes and it's all out sensory and impressive description! Always open for ideas for certain, more humorous or serious chapters! Sorry if the characters are a tad OOC, this is just how I would see their past selves compared to their present and how they got so BADASS! btw, Fox has a device on his ear that allows him to map out the area especially in dangerous combat though (he loses it lair though, don't worry!).

"So Coco- Um, that's your name right?"

"Mmhm,"

"So, u-um what combat school did you graduate from?" Reputation always came with interrogation, much to the amusement of a certain fashionista. With sly, timber eyes that gleamed behind the shades, she smirked upon being cornered on the airship by a small group of newcomers such as herself. One peppy, magenta haired gal didn't hesitate to push her face very close in curiosity so that Coco actually had to back up to prevent their heads from colliding.

"Signal, forged my own weapon there actually," She lowered her shades to the bridge of her nose to talk to the hyper gal, allowing her to have a short peek at her chocolate optics.

"Soooo coool~! And I love you hair, and your outfit and your-" The female squealed before a more conservative, sapphire haired male politely pulled her back out if the taller's personal space.

"Sorry about her, we just get a little excited when meeting the few students from a reputable school. We're kind of the rookies of the bunch." He apologized. "We'll politely be leaving you alone now, sorry again for the sudden greeting."

"No problem," With the pair of newbies gone, Coco took the time to fully examine the population of the airship she was aboard to the revered school of Beacon after already having her fill of the view.

Occupying a spot view of the scenic rout behind the glass, Coco crossed her arms atop the silver railing, turning her head away from the passing sky to examine the many clusters of hunters and huntresses inside with her. Some catching with old friends, some set on awing at the landscape below, and some already working on making some new acquaintances in their fresh start. Coco immediately felt quite tempted to join the welcoming party and make a couple swift friendships in familiarize herself with the environment, after all, she was no wall flower. But, her need to analyze the competition outweighed her desire to socialize.

It seemed like a regular crowd, some faunis, most human. Some were clearly sword wielders, some masters with a hammer or spear, and she spotted some less common weapons dotting the backs or occupying the hands of other students, none as stylish is hers though. Some beings did stand out to her as striking whether in appearance or attitude. In the corner, looming over the bustling crowd stood a lone giant who's height was easily kissing seven foot, equipped with ivy green oriental amor and a golden buster-sword perched behind his back. Coco took the time to admire the intimidator before being drawn to a more timid specimen shivering while immersed in a population of other faunis. She seemed an oddity among them, with large brown rabbit ears sprouting from her skull, letting them droop to a depressing low, as to perhaps highlight her insecurity even amongst her own kind. Finally, it was hard to see, but she spotted an interesting being in the opposite corner of her, just on the outer skirts of her vision. Darker skinned than most of the others, he had an interestingly cropped orange top clothed in a sleeveless flame colored vest and black trousers that revealed an array of new and old scars embroidered on his arm and… Maybe one down his lip? Coco's vision wasn't the best from a far, especially with her need to filter and chase out any peak of light from her visuals. Wait… Were his eyes… White?

"Hello and welcome to Beacon," A hologram in the illusion of a women dressed in white and a purple and black cape manifested just in front of the windows of the airship's view. Many people as well as Coco herself obediently turned her attention to the announcement. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy. Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future huntsmen and huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect out world." The hologram faded upon the arrival at the said academy.

Coco departed the carrier ship along with the rest of the crowd, keeping eye on the curious orange top whom she took interest in. She glanced back. He seemed to be melded in with the rest of the slower crowd. It was upon closer inspection did she notice a small device clipped on the top of his right ear. A sort of electronic thing, it strongly resembled a bluetooth to her notice, blinking that aqua beam every couple of seconds.

"Hm." She mused, securing the bullet-studded strap of her bag atop her right shoulder and moving forward.

After a long strut down the main avenue, the fashionable huntress arrived with the last of the students in the amphitheater. The impressive, large, domed infrastructure combined with the multiple components and linings of the internal already winning her approval as she swiveled her vision above and below like the rest of the students in silent awe.

She found herself directly next to person of interest and albeit a tad uncomfortably so, corralled by the rest of the bustling crowd. But he seemed nice, she supposed. Relaxed, composed a bit on the quite side as she observed. The other huntsman didn't even notice her staring at him so close, keeping his visuals down and concealed. Strange, Coco was told rather often that she had quite the powerful, noticeable gaze. She noticed the bluetooth device to be only blinking once every ten seconds now. And was it just her, or could everybody else feel that minuscule pulse emitting from it too?

A cough announced itself on the microphone. "… I'll… Make this a short talk. I expect you all have gathered here in search of knowledge, with device on how to hone your craft and perfect and acquire new skills. And with this new arsenal, I expect you all to do nothing short of dedicating your life to the protection of the people. When I look upon you, I see many hidden talents, skill waiting to be harnessed by none other than yourself with the guidance of our school. But as of now, until next year, consider yourself no more than wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction. Some of you assume that knowledge will free of this, but knowledge can only carry you so far… It is up to you to take the first step." Professor Ozpin concluded the announcement by letting Glynda reconquer the conversation.

"You will gather at the ball tonight, tomorrow your initiation begins, be ready. You are all dismissed."

Night fell before time could blink and like the others, Coco settled atop her cushioned sleeping mat provided to all new students at the curtesy of the academy. Although coming in a bland scarlet color, she did appreciate the free rental and the warm blanket. She sat up cross-legged at the top of her mat, using the provided pillow as a prop for a magazine she currently occupied herself with, reading the glow of the candle light beside her. The sleepy huntress yawned in her comfy, timber colored pajamas with gold trim, marbled buttons and embroidery as she patiently waited for the noise to die down with lessening number of students getting ready for bed. Even her pajamas were designer.

Settling on her left were a couple of female students, all chipper and swell, taking a few admiring glances at her before settling into their fashioned beds. She then noticed a male arriving on her left side. And to her surprise again, it was none other than the orange top who had been conveniently place next to her whenever the chase arose. Fortunately, Coco wasn't the one to be alarmed at these things, mere coincidence or not. The shaded skinned hunter unclipped the device on his ear just before turning to the empty spot, rolling out the two sleeping essentials a few inches beside her. The sudden unfurl of the sheets, sent a gentle gust of air towards her direction and although benign, blew out the candle that was next to her. She grunted slightly, coughing at the light swathe of smoke that got sucked into her nose. The hunter next to her seemed to spook slightly, twitching at the noise she made beside him.

"S-Sorry, is there someone there?" He asked, his white gaze, inaccurately aimed slightly above her head.

"Eh, don't sweat it, you're fine. Just kinda, blew out my candle a bit." She pardoned, not bothering to relight it with a second match and simply plucking the tray of it out of the way while concluding her readings.

"My apologies," Coco watched him recalibrate his head and diluted eyes to her voice. So… He's blind. She noted, verifying her thesis by waving a hand back and forth in front of his face. The battle-scarred didn't even blink as she waved the article, in fact… It seemed he didn't even blink very often at all. "Is it okay if I sleep next to you?" He questioned.

"Go ahead," She patted the area next to her on the edge of her own blanket, indirectly aiding him by targeting a spot for him to place his belongings.

"Thank you." He began situating, it was clear to her of his disability once he began shuffling around, although he did do well to hide it, not even the boys next to or the girls passing by noticed. They just assumed he was just a strange guy with white eyes to be avoided. Coco watched him settle on his side facing her, expression absent from his features as he simply closed his eyes and slept. She soon followed his example as the chandler and candles that lined the wall were snuffed out.