Chapter 1: Introductions
As'/N: All right! Hey guys, it's me SOVIETxEAGLE! A few author friends of mine (ChiefD3m0n1c and roosterteethfanatic) got together and decided to put out a Collaboration story! :D We noticed with how our OCs behaved, we thought "Why not put them in a story and see how'd they react when they meet?" NOT A BAD IDEA! So: Deveraux Mercer, Victor Roman, and Alexi Muratov, our main OCs, are now going to meet! We also created other OCs to fill in the empty spots we found that needed to be filled. With that being said, if you don't know our OCs, I'd advice you read a few or so of our main stories to get to know the profile of them. With that being said, here you are with RWBY-Team VAND!
Airships flew through the sky as they headed for their destination: Beacon Academy. Students of all kinds and from different regions filled the airships as they flew towards the most prestigious school. One stood apart from most, mainly due to his sheer size since he stood two feet over everyone else. One of the other things that set him apart was the armor he was wearing: Grimm bones. His chest was covered by the head plate of a King Taijitu with Boarbatusk plates covering the rest of his chest.
A Beowolf skull sat on each shoulder of the long sleeve black shirt that held the bones to him. He wore a silver mask that covered his face with two slits for his eyes. An M249 light machine gun sat to his left as his look of general disinterest scanned the crowd. A man of much smaller size sat next to the Titan and exclaimed in a British accent "It's a real shame isn't it?" The Titan looked down at the man and immediately thought he didn't belong here.
The British man was wearing a white tuxedo shirt with a black top hat. He had brown hair that was neatly combed over and a monocle over his right eye. He wore black dress pants with black dress shoes with a blue box about the size of a square cooler to his right. "What's a shame?" The Titan asked.
"Many of these people we see before us we may not see very soon." Nigel said with a sigh.
"Don't think a large number will make the cut?" The Titan replied as he looked down at all the students.
"The facts of life, my dear boy. Only the strong may survive. Nigel Holland, at your service."
Nigel held out his hand to the Titan, hoping he wouldn't crush his hand. The Titan gripped his hand and introduced "Victor Roman, and about your thoughts on the strongest. Just remember, even the strongest may be overwhelmed."
"That is also true, my dear boy. I must say, your armament is rather interesting. Where did you get it?"
Victor grabbed his weapon and proudly proclaimed "I made this beauty by hand. Completely customized by yours truly to fire handmade 5.56 dust ammunition." Nigel noticed the assault pack in the weapon, then noticed the four other assault packs on his waist. "Dust ammunition you say? What kinds do you carry?" Nigel questioned.
"Let's see, fire rounds, ice rounds, high explosive rounds, standard rounds and armor piercing."
"Is it really necessary for you to carry all of those rounds with you? I doubt you will ever need that many."
Victor chuckled "I carry all these rounds for the same reason I carry a condom. I would rather have it and not need it, then need it and not have it." Nigel shrugged and replied "Fair enough Good day to you sir. I'm off to converse with other students."
"One more thing Nigel."
Nigel turned to Victor and replied "Yes?" Victor questioned "You said your last name was Holland, right?"
"Indeed."
"Would that be the same as Holland Armaments?"
Nigel smiled and replied "Good day, Mr. Roman." Victor watched the Brit walk into the crowd and thought "Not a bad guy." He continued to scan the crowd until his gaze rested upon a familiar person. He instantly recognized the golden armor and long crimson hair as the four time Mistral Tournament Champion, Pyrrha Nikos. Victor had seen the tournament on TV before but never thought he would actually meet her, let alone be going to the same school as her.
He stood up and walked over to her, scaring off the guy she was talking to, mainly because of his size. Pyrrha looked up at him with her green eyes and questioned "May I help you?" Victor responded by asking "I was just wondering something. You wouldn't happen to be Pyrrha Nikos, would you?"
"Yes, I am Pyrrha Nikos."
Victor held out his hand and proclaimed "It is an honor to meet you, Mrs. Nikos. I've seen you fights and my sister is a big fan of your cereal." Pyrrha shook his hand and replied "Thank you, and I heard that cereal is really bad for you."
"Yeah, well, she's seven so I doubt she cares."
"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name."
"Apologies, my name is Victor Roman."
Pyrrha smiled and exclaimed "Well then Victor, I look forward to working with you at Beacon." Victor proclaimed "I look forward to it as well. Enjoy the rest of your day, Mrs. Nikos." Pyrrha corrected "Just Pyrrha, and you too." Victor returned to his seat and thought "Going to the same school as Pyrrha Nikos and Nigel Holland of Holland Armaments. This will definitely be interesting." Nigel took a seat by a man that was about the same size as him.
He had long black hair with the front up like a wave. He was wearing a dark green shirt with black pants and a grenade belt across his waist. He was reading from a book as Nigel introduced "Nigel Holland, and what might your name be?" The man introduced "Alexi Muratov."
"Muratov? May I ask where you are from?"
"Rusberia. Far to the north."
"Goodness, why would you come here for school?"
"Because Beacon is the best, and if you want to be the best you gotta train with the best."
"Right ho! What weapon do you carry chum?"
Alexi reached back and pulled an AK-47 with a grenade launcher attachment from his back. "Lenin Trotsky, an AK that can turn into dual sickles. Designed it myself." Alexi proclaimed. Nigel looked over the weapon and complimented "It does appear to be a very fine weapon. How does it fare in combat?"
"Good for medium range when in AK form and the grenade launcher can go pretty damn far. The sickles are really good for slicing Grimm to shreds, mainly limbs though. What about your weapon?"
Nigel patted the top of his box and exclaimed "This, my good sir, is Edgar's Revenge. Can turn into a six barrel rapid fire weapon and can also turn into a sporting item of my culture." Alexi stared at the Brit with a raised eyebrow and thought "What the fuck did this guy just say?" After giving the statement some more thought, Alexi proclaimed "That box can turn into a mini gun and a cricket bat?" Nigel chuckled and proclaimed "Precisely my dear boy! A knack for weaponry eh?"
"Not really. I can design 'em, not build 'em."
"Well designing is half the merriment isn't it? Well, enjoy the rest of your flight companion! I'm off to meet more of our fellow hunters!"
Alexi chuckled and replied "See you around Beacon, Nigel. Enjoy the rest of your flight too." Nigel tipped his hat to Alexi and walked through the crowd as he did with Victor. He walked for a bit and accidently bumped into someone and fell to his rear. Nigel groaned "Apologies." The other proclaimed "It's my bad bro. I wasn't looking."
Nigel took the stranger's hand and jumped to his feet. Upon first look, Nigel thought that the man looked more like a ruffian than a huntsman. He had dark spikey hair and wore a trench coat that nearly touched the floor. His face had a very nasty scar that went diagonally through his left eye and stopped at his right cheek. His jeans were filthy and so were his boots.
Nigel noticed a large sword on his back and two revolvers at his hips. "You good?" The ruffian asked. "Yes, I am perfectly fine. Thank you." Nigel proclaimed as he brushed himself off.
"It was my fault, dude. What's your name?
"Nigel Holland."
"Deveraux Mercer. But I'd prefer it if you called me 'Dev'."
Nigel held out his hand and exclaimed "Pleasure to meet you Deveraux. What brings you to Beacon?" Deveraux answered "Well, let's just say I have reasons...one of them being I need a bit more training. What about you?"
"I came to create a better understanding of weaponry and how they work against various forms of Grimm."
"All I got was 'make better weapons.' That's cool. Anyway, catchya' around sometime dude."
Dev patted Nigel on the back and searched for a place to sit until the airship landed. He looked around and spotted an empty seat next to a girl with her nose in a book. Dev couldn't see her face due to the book, but a small black bow stuck out of her black hair. He sat down next to her and sighed "So what brings you to Beacon?" She lowered her book to reveal a pair of amber eyes and exclaimed "Knowledge mainly. What about you?"
"I need more training. Your reason is slightly different, you look capable of fighting, Mrs.…"
"Thanks, Name's Blake, and you are?"
"Dev. Nice to meet you Blake."
"You too."
She returned to her book, but Dev held his look on her. "She's pretty cute." He thought. "A girl like her has to have a boyfriend." He shook his thoughts with a quick turn to a screen that displayed the news and noticed they were showing a picture of Roman Torchwick, a criminal who's been making a lot more appearances than before. The screen disappeared and showed a blonde haired woman. "Welcome, future huntsman and huntresses, to Beacon Academy." She proclaimed.
Dev stood up and proclaimed "Here we are… Beacon Academy." Blake stood up without looking away from her book and agreed "Indeed we are. Let's go see what this school has in store for us." The two headed for the exit and Dev couldn't help but notice the man that stood over everyone else. "That is one BIG guy." Deveraux thought. "Everyone at this school has their own story...I wonder what his is." Dev thought as he looked at the armor he was wearing.
Each student moved towards the massive school ahead of them, hoping that everything that they dreamed of would lay just beyond those doors.
As'/N: And there you have it! Chapter 1. After all the procrastination from me (SOVIETxEAGLE) and all the plot writing that ChiefD3m0n1c had set out for me to clean up, I FINALLY was able to put out chapter 1. Hope you all enjoy as there will be plenty more to come.