Editor stuff: i have no idea why it was so messed up before but hopefully this works.
Welcome to Beacon Academy!
"What a bloody joke" Dwight Sandpiper muttered to himself, slouched on an outstandingly uncomfortable bench, hands in his pockets, he stared around the spacious room. The décor was strangely normal, for a giant ship floating in the sky, with beige walls, wooden furniture and even windows to look down at the surrounding country. He placed a finger to his ear in annoyance, as the loud humming of the giant airship caused him to hear an high pitched ring.
He began to briefly inspect the other passenger on this God-awful machine, having realized any one of them could become his team-mate in the near future, making sure not to look for too long in order to avoid any awkward eye contact or conversation:
The first subject to his scrutiny was a boy who awkwardly leaned against a wall in what was clearly an uncomfortable stance. He had blue eyes and slicked back blue hair, that cascaded all the way down to his shoulders.
'If you're going to do it, at least do it properly, thing looks like a mullet' he internally scoffed to himself. He carefully ran a hand through his own brown hair, carefully parted into curtains.
After criticizing the boy's hair he inspected his clothes, or perhaps more appropriately his armour, it was very simple, he wore grey armour with light grey edges, as well as vambraces of the same style.
It was at this point that Dwight lost interest in the mullet boy's basic armour, and began looking for others to scrutinize. He finally rested his sight on a much larger individual, who stood by the window looking out into the City of Vale, his hair was burnt orange and he to be looked around about 6'5, Dwight thought about making a joke about the colour of his hair, but decided he didn't want to get into a fight with someone who looked like he could kick a beowulf's ass in a fistfight.
Like his previous case, this guy had a large set of armour, though his was much more impressive, with a gold trim around the light grey armour, that was worn atop a black shirt and black trousers. In the middle of his fancy armour, a bird flew upwards with its wings outstretched, to many it would seem glorious and proud but it just made Dwight feel uneasy, almost as if the bird is caged and trying to escape.
Dwight looked down at his own clothes, realizing that he must look quite out of place wearing such a casual outfit. Sporting a pair of black skinny jeans, which lead to his light brown boots, a plain black t-shirt was accompanied by a large brown bomber jacket, which featured the silhouette of a bird on a tree branch, on the back.
The only thing about Dwight that made him look like a fighter, was the sandy brown sub-machine gun that sat on his lap, the paint had scratches and had peeled off on many edges to reveal the steely grey metal of the gun underneath.
Having gotten bored of looking around he closed his eyes, and tried his hardest to nap in the terrible conditions. Having taken a flight from Vale all the way to Mistral only to then have to go back to Vale, his lack of sleep was easily able to triumph the noise and discomfort of the airship, as he fell into a lazy, uncomfortable slumber.
Merrick Howler did his best to support himself when the 'ship' occasionally swayed, as he travelled through it's exceptionally large amount of halls and rooms, he found it awe inspiring that such a thing could exist, when he really thought about it.
He was rudely shoved back into reality by the all too sudden urge to find a trash can, in order to unload his previously consumed lunch into.
Merrick was comforted by the sight of a sickly blonde boy, also seemingly dealing with the same problem. Understanding the plight of the boy Merrick made his way over and gave the blonde a pat on the back as he heaved uncontrollably into a trash can, the sight of which made Merrick gag a little, but also made him thankful that he wasn't suffering as badly.
The boy, having seemingly run out of liquids to spew out his mouth, leaned upright and wiped his lower face off, then turned to Merrick offering a smile that was both sad and thankful at the same time, the two smiled at each other in understanding of their common problems.
"Motion sickness sucks" The weedy blonde said in a wheezy, run-down voice.
"That it does" He offered back with a smile.
" So, what's your name?" The blonde asked as he sat down on one of the ships many benches.
"Merrick Howler" He didn't join the blonde on the bench, opting to stand instead and look around. The blonde raised an eyebrow but said nothing, beginning to look away as well.
"...And you?"
"The name's Jaune Arc, short sweet, rolls off the..." Jaune trailed off as he turned back to see the first friend he had made just disappeared as quickly as he showed up.
"...Aw"
Merrick quickly stumbled through the corridors of the ship, having suddenly felt the need to get up and get to fresh air, he had to abandon his recently met companion in search of a window or any sort of open portion of the ship, but was unfortunately left with nothing more than a large un-openable window and a nearby waste basket.
'I'll have to make sure to meet up with him later' He thought to himself as he leaned up against the window, breathing heavily, and doing his best to focus on the surrounding countryside he was currently soaring above.
He looked up to see his reflection in the in the window, a pair of brown eyes so dark they may as well have been black stared back at him, his his long curly black hair was perfectly visible in the semi-transparent view from the window, the longest hairs nestled gently against the back of his neck, his focus lowered to his white long sleeved shirt that sported a few pieces of armour and padding, over this he wore a dark leather jacket. His grey jeans clung to his legs tightly and slotted neatly into into a pair of black metal tipped boots, his outfit wasn't very stylish but Merrick loved it's practicality and versatility.
He knew he would see the boy again 'Jaune did I hear him say?' since it was fairly obvious who was headed to Beacon, by what they were wearing and whether or not they carried weapons.
The trip was greatly reduced in time by the airships, but many students preferred to take everything with them at once. Meaning chances are they would be carrying many of their things on person so that their luggage didn't exceed the weight limits.
Merrick was used to travelling light so he didn't need to worry about such things, however he decided to wear his usual gear anyway, as he felt more comfortable in it, as did many of the the other students seemingly.
His gaze drifted to a figure slumped up on a nearby bench, on closer inspection he noticed the boy (who looked a few inches shorter than him) was asleep, his brown curtains lightly swayed in unison with the ship.
Merrick wouldn't have been able to tell that he was one of the students headed to Beacon if it weren't for the gun nestled in his lap, as he dressed more like a model than a fighter.
His analysis of the sleeping teen was all to quickly halted by a desperate need to send all of the fluids in his stomach straight back out of his mouth. Determined not to be seen in such a weak state he rushed to find a source of clear air once again.
Kira Cinnamon was by no means a shy or anxious girl, she was in fact a very friendly and outgoing, but in spite of this, she couldn't help but feel nervous going into the year, she new that some of her friends from Flare and students from Signal would be attending Beacon with her, but many of the faces she'd be seeing would be new ones.
She stared into her bedroom mirror, the figure that stared back had chocolate brown hair and eyes that seemed to be a mishmash between bright orange and a shiny brown, her 5'1 figure was hardly enough to get her at the required level to see the mirror.
She turned and looked down at her clothes, her white floral t-shirt was tucked into her brown skirt. Underneath which she wore a pair of puffy white shorts, as a safety and decency precaution . She also wore a shiny silver necklace
'Not having any wardrobe malfunctions today!'
She turned her head from the mirror to the small framed picture resting to the side of it, a large family stood together, all smiling brightly into the camera lens vigorously. Two proud parents stood with all five of their children (two girls and three boys), the oldest of which towered over her younger siblings, to which she was visibly delighted by. Kira sighed.
"Five years and I don't think I've grown an inch…"
Her frustrated expression quickly dissipated when she heard the call of her mother.
"Sweety, your taxi is here"
Kira quickly took the picture out of it's frame and carefully slipped it into the pocket on her shirt.
"Coming mama!"
Nadia was sweating… she shouldn't be sweating so much… was it the idea that she would be, for the first time, going to an actual school with actual students? No.
Was it the fact that she was entering a world where she would constantly be risking her life in order to protect the people of remnant? No.
It was ridiculous, but she had gotten herself into such a state all over one person. Pyrrha Nikos… the top student at Sanctum and winner Mistral Regional Tournament FOUR years in a row.
Nadia had done similar at her own home-towns under-16s tournament, but Nadia didn't see that as anything compared to what Pyrrha was capable of. Nadia idolised her. Pyrrha Nikos was the one who had helped inspire Nadia to become a huntress.
The thought of meeting her sent shivers down Nadia's spine.
After regaining her senses and taking a minute to compose herself, Nadia looked forward suspiciously at the taxi driver, who she had noticed checking her out in his rear-view mirror, but a sharp glare sent his eyes back onto the road.
She looked into her reflection, her eyes almost sky light blue eyes featured well with her blonde hair, which was so light that it was very nearly white.
She shifted awkwardly in the back seat of the taxi, apparently what was basically a full set of armour didn't make for the most comfortable thing to wear in a car. She tugged at her white skirt, which was 'accessorized' by plates of silver and grey armour, which also covered her hands, feet and chest. Aside from the mid sections of her legs and arms, her body was covered by her clothes and armour.
"We're nearly at the station by the way" the gruff voice of the driver piped up, uing the opportunity to check her out.
"Thank you" Nadia said through gritted teeth.
The driver seemed to realise her contempt for him as he nervously darted his eyes away from her stabbing gaze.
Nadia sighed.
'Won't be too long now'.