A.N. Hi all! I am going to try out this idea for a story that I had. I don't know where it'll go yet, but I thought I might as well put it out there. I am kind of making assumptions on what materials they can use. This is a pilot episode almost. I don't care if it just crashes, if no one likes it. If even ten people think it's worth pursuing, then I'll go for it. Italics means it's their thoughts. Anyway, read and review.
A figure raced through the forest, beowolves following close behind. The figure huffed as he leaped up into a tree and hid. Howling beowolves soon came to the tree and the stopped. They sniffed the air, and all turned to different trees. They sunk their claws into the trunks and began to climb. The figure began to climb higher to show his auburn hair. His eyes were a deep blue and his face had had a light tan to it. The nose was broken, but had been set correctly. No scars crossed his face, but anyone could see he had seen battle even though he looked to be around seventeen. In truth, he was a bit younger. His upper body was muscular, but was not overly so. He was barechested and barefoot, but had a pair of ripped and torn cargo shorts on. He crouched taking in the sounds of the forest and quickly distinguished the sounds of the beowolves. He gave a feral grin and leaped straight up, executing a front flip and landing down on the ground again almost without any sound at all. Suddenly yelps pierced the air as the beowolves fell out of the trees, all bound by ropes on their ankles. They whimpered and snarled at the figure as he pulled out a small, crude stone knife. He grasped the ropes and began to cut them off the nearest beowolf. The creature landed and sat, waiting for the figure to finish cutting the ropes of its companions.
Once all the beowolves had been freed they gave a few barks and ran off. The figure smirked and walked over to a large boulder that was nearby. He crouched next to the boulder's shadow and reached down with his right hand, while keeping the other braced against the boulder. He pulled out a black backpack and held it over the shadow as liquid darkness slid off back into the shadow. His arm was now completely black and had hard white plates that covered his forearm. The white began to sink into his skin while the black coloration began to smoke as it came into the sunlight. Soon, his skin was the same color as before and the armor plating was gone. He pulled out a pair of baggy jeans, a black belt, and a dark red exercise shirt. He quickly pulled the shirt over his head and changed the shorts for jeans. He pulled out a pair of black socks and dark black shoes that had dark red flame patterns on the sides. He finally pulled out a black, zip up hoodie that had a symbol of a shield and a pair of swords crossed over it in red on his back. He stretched and heard a few joints crack. He began to walk towards the the nearby city. It was by that academy Beacon. It wasn't anything special, but he needed to build his weapon. It was troublesome to be using his fists all the time. People thought that Grimm didn't fight each other, but they were wrong. Humans and Faunists just were the best target that almost always stopped all fights. The figure checked and made sure he had his scroll that he had purchased a few weeks ago as well as his wallet. He checked and made sure that everything was in it. All was as it should be. He began to walk towards the city and used his scroll to pull up his design for his weapon. It was comprised of many small particles that were able to interlock and form anything that he wanted. This was the final revision and it should work perfectly. The only problem was cost, and he had finally scavenged enough off of grimm kills to pay for all of it.
He walked into the city and quickly looked for a place to forge his weapon. Best to not talk to anyone, especially because his english wasn't too good. He needed to hear it more to know how to speak. He found a small shop in the back of and alley and walked in.
"Hello," the cashier said nervously at the sight of the darkly dressed teen. "How can I help you?"
The teen looked around and leaned over the counter. "Could I forge myself a weapon here?" He asked.
"What's your name?" The cashier asked. "I don't recognise you as one of the craftsmen who use our forge."
"My name is Azure," the teen said. "Now can I use the forge?" He looked at the cashier and the man began to sweat.
"Sure," he said nervously. "Just use your own materials."
"Could I purchase some here?" Azure asked, still looking at the man. Suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed the man's wrist. "Don't even think about calling the police. They have much better things to do besides go after red herrings. I'm not here to rob you. I want to use the forge."
The man gulped and clasped his other hand around his mouth to block his involuntary scream. He pulled away his hand and nodded to Azure. "Depends on what you use. But we don't sell dust."
"That's fine, I brought my own." Azure said as he carefully removed his hand from the cashier's wrist. He pulled out his scroll. "Do you have the proper equipment to make this?"
The cashier shook his head. "I don't know how to make the weapons, I just sell them."
"Fine, I will just see then," Azure said as he began to walk in the direction of the forge. He placed his bag on the ground by the work station and pulled out a piece of solid gold as well as a few rare gems. "Will this suffice for carbon fiber, copper wiring, and small computer chips?"
The cashier looked on with awe. "Buddy, with that much, you could build your own store."
Azure walked out into the night, his backpack slung over his shoulder and a small box in each of his front pockets. They were sewn in and took up little space. Azure walked down towards the dust shop to look for some dust for his new weapon. He spotted a small shop.
"From Dust to Dawn," he mused. "Oh well as good as any." He walked into the shop and saw some beautifully cut dust crystals as well as some dust. He walked in and looked for the shopkeeper. He saw him finally at the back and walked over. "Do you have any dust crystals that are volatile?" he asked. The shopkeeper shook his head. He was an old man, bald on top and with gray hair around his head. "Do you have any impure crystals?" The man pointed towards the back and Azure began his search. He finally found a pair of crystals. A deep red one with a deep blue pocket and a yellow one with green streaks. He grasped the two and pushed them into each other. They began to merge as he pressed the two together. They began to swirl and the colors mixed into a dark black crystal. Azure pulled out the two boxes and placed the ends of the crystal in two holes in the top. The crystal began to crack and finally crumbled to dust and was sucked into the black boxes that he put back into his pockets.
He heard a crash and turned to see a girl in a red hood spinning her scythe, smashing aside men in suits. She was around fifteen and was well accomplished with her weapon. Azure heard a click and turned to see a man with a gun pointing it towards his face. Shots rang out as the bullets caught him in the face repeatedly, as his aura broke down. Finally, his aura was depleted by the rapid fire and he was caught in the head with a bullet. He dropped to the ground and the goon smirked with satisfaction. Azure shakily stood up and reached up with his hand to pull out the bullet. A plate of bone was cracked over where the bullet hit. The cracks began to dissolve as the plate of bone shrank back into his face.
"That won't do anything for you," Azure snarled. Black dust shot out of his pockets and formed a cloud around him. The goon opened fire again and some of the dust formed into a round shield that Azure pulled in front of himself. The bullets hit the shield and stuck. Finally the gun ran out of ammo and Azure smirked. The dust around him shifted and formed a broadsword. Azure picked it up and swung it around. He pointed the shield in the direction of the goon and the bullets shot out, directly into the goon. The man's aura was shredded after a majority of the rounds. Then a few found their way to flesh. Bullets sank into his arms and legs and one round lodged in his shoulder. The man screamed at the sudden assault and Azure turned to the fight outside. A man in a bowler hat and with a cane was directing the goons and Azure quickly launched a blast of the dust that used to be his shield. It hit the man in the back and he turned towards Azure. Azure began to walk out calmly. The cloud of black dust spiraled into a scythe almost exactly like the girl in the red hood's, but completely black. Azure leaned it against his shoulder and looked at the man.
"Hair covering an eye, slight impairment of vision. Smokes a cigar, likely to have repercussions from that later." Azure raised an eyebrow. "Weapon of choice, the cane that has a folding scope that launches concussion blasts towards the target."
"Well, someone has done their research!" The man scoffed. "I have never met you before, but you intrigue me," He raised his cane towards ruby who grasped her scythe. "Unfortunately, this is where I leave you." He fired a shot towards the girl and she pulled the trigger on her scythe, launching her into the air. The man immediately turned the cane towards the shopkeeper and fired again. Azure dove in front and formed a large black shield that protected the two from the blast.
"Here," Azure said, pulling out a small bar of gold. "To pay for your shop," he then saw the man climbing up the ladder.
"You okay if I go after him?" Ruby asked. The shopkeeper nodded and the girl began to run, going up the side of the building like it was nothing. Azure glanced at the shopkeeper and flipped him another gold coin. He needed to get these sold so that he could actually use normal money while he was there. The scythe dissolved and he launched himself up the building using the dust to form a pillar that pushed him up. As he reached the top, he saw the man climb into a flying craft and toss a crystal of dust. His instincts told him to duck and he did. As an explosion rang out. Azure saw a middle aged woman with blonde hair standing in front of the girl. A shimmering purple glyph was formed in front.
As the woman took the offensive. Azure saw a woman take the place of the man. Her head was shadowed, but he saw a glowing orange eye, and her dress began to glow as fire and explosions covered the scene. He ran up and joined the fray. "Strong, and intelligent. Attacks from multiple angles and is providing cover fire. Uses dust manipulation, not her semblance at this point," he said while watching her. More of his black dust streamed out and formed a pitch black bazooka. He launched the rocket, and watched as the woman blasted it out of the air. The blonde woman began to use debris to attack the airship and Azure noticed many details.
Sharply dressed, uses glyphs as her semblance. Has suffered a loss and never recovered. Now is very strict and does not take any nonsense. Her I.D. in her pocket says G. Goodwitch as well as states that she is part of Beacon Academy faculty. Only Goodwitch known to work at Beacon is Glynda Goodwitch. Safe to assume that she is a huntress, and a teacher. Don't get on her bad side.
Azure pulled the dust back into a gigantic spike and launched it at the airship. Again it was destroyed and Azure was forced to pull it back to protect against another wave of explosions. Glynda launched debris towards the ship and the woman sent out a wave of fire that burned the debris to dust. They flew away and Glynda turned to the girl and Azure.
"You're a huntress?!" The girl squealed. "Can I have your autograph?"
The two found themselves in an interrogation room, with their weapons taken away from them, at least that's what the guards thought. The black scythe had disintegrated and the dust had came in under the door and back into Azure's pocket. The last bits of the dust had finally pulled itself back into his pocket as the door opened. Glynda Goodwitch walked in with a scroll in hand. She began to reprimand the two of them. "If it were up to me, you'd be sent home," she paused and her glare softened as she looked at Ruby. "With a pat on the back," and then the riding crop came down, just short of the Girl's hands and she jumped. Azure rolled his eyes at her antics as he leaned against the wall.
"Just what did we do? I thought it would be praised to help stop a criminal," Azure drawled.
"Unfortunately, Ms. Rose is very young and so I have to reprimand her. You however, are not in any databanks as to who you are, any family, semblance, or schooling for that matter. However, someone wants to talk to you," She stepped aside as a man with brown eyes and grey, rather unkempt hair walked in. He had a mug of coffee judging by the smell, and a plate of cookies. He set the plate down and gestured for the girl to have a cookie. Azure watched him warily.
Older, but no less efficient in combat. Knows his trade. Unknown semblance. Judging by his demeanor, he is rather laid back and easygoing. However, his eyes tell a different story. Calculating. Searching for answers, but is subtle. It would be better not to make an enemy from this guy. Azure said in his personal monologue in his head. He noticed the girl was rapidly eating all the cookies and wondered if that was how she was so energetic.
"Ruby Rose," he said simply. "What is a little adorable girl such as yourself doing fighting with such a dangerous weapon?" He asked. Azure looked at the girl, Ruby wondered why it would be disagreeable to be able to protect yourself. She was small, but her speed suggested that she had the semblance of speed. It would make it almost impossible to hit her if she was using it.
"Do you know who I am?" The man Asked.
"You're professor Ozpin. The headmaster of Beacon academy," Ruby stated calmly. He leaned back impressed. Azure was on guard immediately, this man could have seen him in the forest at some point. Ozpin had yet to acknowledge him, but that was fine with him.
"And you. What's your name?" The man asked. Azure cursed mentally at tempting fate.
"Azure," he stated. He crossed his arms and kept his eyes on the two adults in the room.
"What's your surname?" Ozpin asked patiently. Azure froze. He had no real surname, and thought quickly for a reasonable surname or excuse.
"I'd prefer not to say," he said stalling for time. "Most people don't like the implications about it." Ozpin continued to look at him and Azure sighed. He was hit with inspiration and gave his false name. "My surname is Grimborne," He answered hoping it would be the end of it.
"That is a name that others would be uncomfortable with hearing," Ozpin agreed. "Still, I would hope that maybe you would be willing to tell me how you got your weapon and where you learned to fight."
Azure's suspicion spiked at this question. They were fishing for info and Azure couldn't think of a good lie that they wouldn't be able to check. "I learned from my family. My weapon is my own design. I call it contortion gale. You won't find another like it in existence."
Ozpin nodded, satisfied. "Well, I believe that you two would make a great hunter and huntress. I would like to invite you to come to Beacon to learn there."
Azure could see Ruby's eyes widen and found himself trapped. Anyone who got this chance would immediately take it. It would put him under suspicion if he refused. He mentally kicked himself at his stupidity. "Fine, I'll come," Azure agreed. Ruby obviously would be joining. This would be troublesome. Especially with his semblance. He would always be under the critical eye. How long till someone tried to kill him.