I don't own RWBY
As a warning, Jaune (and probably other characters as well) will be bi (since I wrote this in a rage towards 'Hello I am very heterosexual today' Jaunes; but good news (or bad) the romance doesn't start up until like 8 chapters in
Teams may stay canon or not; I haven't thought that far into it.
Chapter 1 – Step on a moon
(Year 1)
(I'm Summer Rose. Nice to meet you, Vomit Boy. I heard you screaming over in the next compartment.)
'Where am I?' Jaune Arc opened his eyes with a teaspoon of hesitation into a world of shaking lights. His organs shook with the lanterns as the Serpentglider swam into a bit of turbulence. He, however, had little knowledge about his surroundings and hardly knew that he was thousands of miles above the earth in a train bedecked with the eons-old scales of a vanquished wyrm. He did know that he was about to throw up.
Right now.
Just wait a bit.
Technical difficulties, you know.
He'll be hurling his drug-laced breakfast anytime now.
Well, he disappointed us all again.
After he temporarily ceased the entropy of his breakfast, Jaune Arc began to use one of his most dependable skills. He thought.
(I tasted a bit of spice from the omelets Grandma made, but I figured that it was the oregano she drizzled on it. There wasn't any bitterness either; well, except from Grandma… I would have thought she accepted my decision to intern at the local at the local apothecary instead of heading to some fancy magic school. I'm basically a squib!)
He slid the shutters to peek outside and felt instantly sick as he did so. He slid down onto the floor of his luxurious flying train compartment.
Unfortunately, Jaune Arc, son of two of magickind's greatest heroes and maternal grandson of the toughest grandmother ever, was not kidnapped or in an inexplicably cool normal train in the sky or even dreaming. He was heading to Beacon Academy of Magic on the Serpentglider, a magical locomotive that was the dream of all Vyltal children (except for him – Jaune Arc!). All he wanted was a peaceful nice drug-free breakfast (and an assurance of a long and healthy life and a lazy job at Trumpet Apothecary and a cute girlfriend and everything).
That was not what his grandmother wanted, so there he was. Queasy, somewhat cute, and un-magical on a floating train thousands of feet in the- "HELLO! IT'S ME, PENNY. YOUR FAVORITE TRAIN. CONDUCTOR. LADY. WE ARE ABOVE BEACON ACADEMY. PLEASE BUCKLE IN. LANDING HAS A FATALITY RATE OF 2%. 99% OF THAT 2% DID NOT BUCKLE THEIR SEATBELTS." (oh fuck oh fuck where is the seatbelt ah there it is legs move stand go sit help) "YOU HAVE A MINUTE. I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN. PLEASE VISIT ME SOMETIMES. REMEMBER YOUR FAVORITE TRAIN. PENNY! CONDUCTOR. LADY." The announcement ends somewhat abruptly, but Jaune simply knows that he does not have time for an impromptu manners lesson.
Jaune slid onto the nearest seat and buckled himself in as the window began to slant a little bit more. The whole compartment was slanting downwards quickly. The slope no longer increased for a few treasured seconds. (And then we'll go on a nice, calm , slow- "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
To a random bystander who happened to be floating in the sky immune to the difference in atmospheric pressure, the Serpentglider would have appeared to meteor down into a small grove of pointy mountains. The scales glimmered in the bright sun. It was truly a beautiful feat of magical engineering serenaded by the screams of that one, usually Arc, kid.
Ah, a tradition 42 generations in the making.
The compartment door opened automatically into a nice, well-lit hallway. However, Jaune Arc did not care for the aesthetics of the train, not even its attractive, elegantly-detailed oak door, for he was searching for a suitable container to host his vomit. He stumbled outside of the train somehow and in a halo of stark white light, he saw a worthy vessel.
(almost there almost come on jaune you can do it five more steps)
The glossy trashcan darkened from his shadow, but luckily for its ashtray and new coat of pain and unluckily for the nearby bush, Jaune misaimed and began to vomit on the nearby fauna.
(sweet beluga whales)
Wiping his mouth with a poor leaf, Jaune stared at the beautiful structures of his new school and felt a thin, unattractive undercurrent of doom and hellfire.
(well between that or the hell train I think my answer's clear I should message Mr. Gardiner sometime soon so I can tell him that I can't work or maybe Grandma already cleared that up)
He began to slowly drag his feet towards the magical castle of learning, fun, and death.
A white-cloaked woman was waiting at the gate. She was a student there too; however the students bustling into the grounds of the castle did not notice her. They coordinated their movements away from her; however their eyes roved around her oblivious. Jaune followed the same path as the crowd, but she called him, "Arc – you forgot your wand again." She placed her hand on her hip and tapped her right foot on the cobblestone.
He didn't hear her this time.
She repeated it. "Arc – you forgot your wand again." She placed her hand on her hip and tapped her right foot on the cobblestone.
Jaune heard her this time. He paused and looked at her confused. Everyone else glared at the sudden traffic obstacle. She grabbed his wrist. The world began to avoid him as well.
"Arc, your wand." She placed a plain wooden stick (holly?) with burnished gold floral detailing in his free hand. He grasped it instinctively.
She stepped away, freeing him. "Be more careful next time; I can't take care of you all the time, Arc. See you around, Vomit Boy."
"Hey, move it!" He turned around to see a crowd of people waiting and began to gesture at- a blank space.
"What's this all for?" They were all arranged into a single file line with Jaune unfortunately at the head of it. Whatever it was, he did not want to be the first to try.
The girl he was currently interrogating calmly (how could she be so calm during this grandma this is why I didn't want to go here) looked up from her book (50 shades of-). "It's a placement for your future house. Later on, you'll have to join a four-person team with one member from each house."
"Ahh, I see. Ha. Ha." (laugh like you know what she's talking about confidence brings in the ladies arc) "What are the houses again?"
She shot him a look suggesting that he's an ignorant mouse, which he probably is. "Did you get kidnapped by your grandma and sent here against your will?" (yes unfortunately that is true take pity and give me a kiss on the cheek) "There's Meteigner, Stratta, Yamaguchi, and English. All four houses have different qualities and talents (guess who doesn't have any lol) they appreciate and nurture. In theory, the four teammates should be able to balance out each other, but there are some rivalries between the four houses."
(those sound familiar maybe grandma talked about them, but I have no idea what they're about)
"So, what kind of qualities are they looking for?"
The girl bored her eyes despairingly at the heavy oak door. A well placed wind blew her black hair and ribbon dramatically to show her desperate wish to travel back in time and ask her parents to change their last names pro bono et pro mente.
"Meteigner values a balance of all studies and qualities, so students in there generally take courses in all disciplines - potions, healing, charms, strategy – and you'll get to know them the best outside of your house since you'll see them the most …" (alright so jack-of-all-trades and all that jazz)
He nodded and she continued, "Stratta is for the quick-witted types. They're good with facing immediate situations and solving sudden problems. (so for the quick thinkers) Along with Yamaguchi, they're the frontline types. Yamaguchi is the house for combat magic and talents. (I hope I'm not in that house I love peace) English… it's hard to explain, but I think it's-"
The door suddenly opened, releasing a gust of wind. Four tables have been set equidistantly from each other (signifying the four houses I guess) and a crowd of curious faces stares at them. The girl pushes him softly. ( was supposed to walk not go on some Shakespearean rag)
He walks (not stumbles) forward and tries to ignore the pressure of a thousand (it's not actually that many) eyes. A moldy old hat droops on a stool. A severe blonde woman pierces her pale eyes through him and several other students. The rest of the teachers drink coffee on their seats.
One of the coffee drinkers rises. "Greetings, I am Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy. Welcome to our school. Although we aim for the best in ourselves, we must remember that true strength and wisdom comes from the combined effort of others, not just from yourselves only."
(so get a super strong and burly team that can do all the work while I hide in a corner and eat food)
Ozpin smiles at him pityingly (?) and continues, "Today, we will sort our newest students in their new houses. Treat each other with kindness and respect for your fellow classmates, underclassmen or upperclassmen, may become your teammates and your closest friends in your third year at Beacon."
(please love me and care for me I'm delicate and fragile)
Ozpin chuckles a bit (?) and ends his speech, "Now, Professor Glynda Goodwitch, Deputy Headmaster and your teacher, will begin the sorting." The woman in question taps the hat with her riding crop (ooo kinky why is ozpin laughing so much stop stop) and the hat belts out a poem onto the floor in a nice projected script.
To have you in my life was all I ever wanted,
But now without you I'm a soul forever haunted.
Can't help but feel that I had taken you for granted;
No way in Hell that I can ever comprehend this.
(or are they lyrics?)
"Jaune Arc." The girl behind him pushes him again. He stumbles over to the stool and sits down. The hat plops down onto his eyes.
Darkness.
AN-
OCs – Jaune's grandmother
House Information –
Meteigner – basically the jack of all trades; they're slower in action than the Stratta are and weaker than the Yamaguchi, but they can fill any combat position to a proficient degree, but they're not going to be better than the specialists that the other three houses are made of… however… the truly great meteigner students may have some specialties, but they're usually too overwhelmed with learning everything to try lol; they're mostly the responsible do-gooder types who sometimes tries to control everything but in reality they can't all the time (alas the curse of overachieving lol). They usually take a midfielder position and support with buffs, healing, attacks, just about anything – but mostly buffs, some healing, and debuffs. (however some more experienced teams play around with the meteigner – the most flexible member of the team)
Stratta – they're not always speedsters but they are usually able to catch onto the situation quickly and decide on an appropriate solution (and then later the team can decide as a whole what to do for the long term); imean sometimes the team doesn't need a long term solution and the stratta along with the cooperation with another teammate can solve the problem; they're usually second in command of the group if another house is the leader; they're mainly taught strategy, offensive spells, temporary healing and buff spells, and diplomacy (while potions and other time consuming skills like divination, astronomy, and runic arts are somewhat neglected) but a good stratta teammate understands the value of some additional knowledge ;)
Yamaguchi – power power power; offensive and combat skills; they could be said to be the most diverse class and they do have an actual specialization (two majors) requirement (while the other houses have optional specializations); basically the frontline fighter (however roles can change… imean a battle alchemist with a specialization in potions and cannibal plants may be a bit fragile shrug); they're kinda unintentionally selfish depending on how offensive they are… the super offensive types only know selfbuffs and selfhealing (which is weaker than helping others), but maybe a battle alchemist could throw some buffs down as well as some bombs boom boom (hint there's going to be a battle alchemist bunny warrior)
English – lol that's a secret
So, to help explain the classes better in a super stereotypical way –
A random person gets heavily injured during battle. A Stratta will clean and bandage the wound, so that they all can continue fighting. After the battle is over, a Meteigner, depending on what the English is all about (hint), will heal the person to a certain amount. The Yamaguchi will look a bit sad at their uselessness in the healing arts (although they could still specialize). The English will be useful, somewhat useful, or useless.
Thanks to Iron Chef of America