Talon Teknos, Rie Himora, and Michael Frost, all 18, stepped off of the transport in front of Beacon. Rie, a beautiful girl of average height with black hair and brown eyes, gasped at how large Beacon Academy was up close. Talon- a fit, brown haired boy with one blue and one green eye, wearing black and red armor, and a calculating gaze- looked at his assistant, leaned over, and said: "We're here to be interviewed, which means we want to make a good impression on our interviewers. So get your mouth off of the ground and try to look dignified." She looked embarrassed at the last comment, and promptly clamped her mouth shut. Michael laughed. Rie turned on him.
"As if you weren't impressed at the size of Beacon." Rie said with a huff.
"I am. I'm just better at hiding it." Michael responded, still laughing. Michael is a tall, white haired boy. He is well defined, and has a white raccoon tail.
Rie rolled her eyes and started marching off- running right into a blonde woman and knocking her over. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and I didn't see you!"
"Next time, pay attention," the woman said, getting up and dusting herself off. She readjusted her glasses on her stern face, picked up her riding crop, and reached for her books.
"Allow me, mam." Talon offered, gathering the woman's books and placed them in her hands. "I apologize for Rie. She can be a little scatterbrained at times." He smiled.
"And I thought chivalry was dead," the woman said as the ghost of a smile touched the corners of her lips before her stern expression came back. "Apology accepted. Judging by the armor you are wearing, am I right in assuming that you are Mr. Teknos?"
"You are correct. Talon, if you please. The girl who ran into you is my assistant and apprentice, Rie Himora. The man with the white hair and tail is Michael Frost."
"A pleasure," the blonde said. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch. I am to escort you to Professor Ozpin for your interview. Follow me." At Glynda's introduction, Rie gulped. Great job, me… she thought as she, Talon, and Michael followed the stern blonde.
The three youths followed Glynda through the halls of Beacon. Talon never brought up the fact that they needed no escort to the Headmaster's office, since he had a detailed blueprint of Beacon in his armor's scroll. Glynda led them through the halls of Beacon without talking or slowing her stride. She walks with a purpose. What can I learn about her from her walk and style of dress… Talon observed Glynda, taking mental notes. Blonde hair, middle-aged, and very conservatively dressed. Wears a cape, white top with long sleeves, and a black skirt. Wears earrings. Moves with authority. Carries a riding crop, though with that skirt I don't think she does much on horseback. Final assessment… "Ms. Goodwitch? Are you in charge of discipline at this school?"
"That I am, Mr. Teknos." Glynda replied without breaking stride.
"How much longer until we reach the interview?" Rie asked, growing bored. It had been ten minutes since they arrived.
About 2 minutes, Rie. Talon thought in response, but he waited to see if Glynda would respond.
"About 2 minutes, Ms. Himora. As you can see, this is a large school." Glynda sounded a bit annoyed, but also amused.
"Do you have any rum?" Michael asked. This stopped Glynda in her tracks. She wheeled around, surprise in her green eyes.
"I… I don't think so…" She said, genuinely shocked that he had asked.
"Well, I guess I'll have to settle for whiskey." Michael sighed, pulling a flask from his belt. Glynda, starting to recover, muttered something about a crow and alcohol. She turned around and started walking again, with the three youths following close behind.
One long elevator ride later, Glynda, Talon, Rie, and Michael stepped into a large circular room with gears above them and a lone table with a lone chair behind it. The chair, and the man in the chair, faced away from them. The man was middle-aged with silver hair. As he stood, Talon recognized him as the man who contacted him asking for an interview. "Professor Ozpin," Glynda stated as she walked to join him behind the table. Professor Ozpin smiled and motioned Glynda to pull up three chairs that were against the wall. Talon instinctively started for the chairs to help Ms. Goodwitch, only to see all three chairs moving in unison towards the table by themselves.
"Please, sit," The brown eyed man said, drinking from a coffee mug that has the Beacon Academy logo on it.
Silver hair, brown eyes, cane even though he doesn't seem to need it, and small shaded glasses. Suit, vest, and a green shirt underneath. Dark green pants. Purple pin on his cowl around his neck. Black shoes. Black eyebrows. Stance appears to be casual-formal, however this can be misleading. Seems experienced. Smile is natural. Final assessment… "I would picture someone like you on the battlefield, Professor. If you don't mind my asking, what made you decide to become headmaster of Beacon?" Ozpin's smile widened.
"I used to be on the battlefield, true. I can still fight, but I prefer to teach others to fight. No matter how skilled I am and how many fights I win, those skills and fights mean nothing if they die with me. Don't you feel the same about yourself, Mr. Teknos?"
"I do, but someone has to fight. My skills would mean nothing once I die, but they still count now. I want to hone my skills and fight so that one day, we won't ever have to." Talon and Ozpin held each other's gaze with no emotion. For a moment, they appeared as equals. Age and skill meant nothing for an instant that seemed an eternity. The image was heightened as they both smiled in unison, as if they reached some form of mutual understanding that only they could ever understand. Ozpin, breaking the moment, turned to Rie.
"Ms. Himora, what do you think about the martial arts?" Rie was stunned for a second.
"I- I don't think I understand the question." What did that have to do with anything?
"The martial arts. What is your opinion on them?" Rie looked at Talon, who now looked like he could be Glynda's brother for all the emotion his face showed. She looked at Michael, who just shrugged.
"Well, I personally have little need for them. My Semblance is complete control over dust. I have no need for hand-to-hand combat because my opponents never get that close." Ozpin nodded as if he expected that answer.
"And if they do get that close? What then?"
"I guess I would blow them away with dust." Rie was feeling a little uncomfortable at Ozpin's questioning.
Ozpin looked a little disappointed. "Ms. Himora, this strategy is… foolish. You may find this works most of the time, but there are times when this thinking could get you killed. What if the opponent finds a way around your Semblance? Or, what if they have a method to negate your Semblance entirely?" Rie flinched. Does he know about Talon?
Ozpin turned to Michael. "Mr. Frost, do you believe you would make a good teacher?" Michael, who was drinking from his flask, was stunned. He swallowed and said:
"I do." When asked to explain why, he said, "I feel like I'm a skilled enough fighter to train others. I can even give Talon a run for his money." At this, Ozpin turned to Talon, raising a questioning eyebrow. Talon simply nodded.
"I have all I need to know. Ms. Himora, you have been accepted to Beacon as a student. We don't have any accommodations for you, as students weren't supposed to arrive for 2 days." Ozpin turned to Glynda. "Give her some liyen for lodging and food." Glynda nodded and walked over to Rie, giving her some liyen.
"And us?" Michael asked nonchalantly.
"Forgive me for assuming," Talon said with no hint of apology- or of anything, for that matter, "but should I refer to you as Professor or boss?" Ozpin smiled.
"Neither. Ozpin or Oz will suffice. I like the staff of Beacon to refer to me by name and not by title." Talon smiled as Michael started:
"Wait! We're teachers!?" Ozpin's smile widened as he nodded.
"Glynda will escort you both to your rooms and tell you what your roles will be at this academy." Ozpin reached out his hands to Michael and Talon, who each shook one as Ozpin said: "Welcome to Beacon."