Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or the Alcatraz vs the Evil Librariansseries. The former is owned by Rooster teeth and the latter is owned by Brandon Sanderson.
Chapter 1
So, there I was, fighting off a horde of demonic beasts to protect a school with my only weapons being half a dozen sets of magical glasses. Before you close this tab, thinking of the utter nonsense I just wrote down, I would like to refer you to the previous books I've written, specifically volumes 1-3, that will validate everything I just said. Mostly. The few differences being, where I come from, I'm not dealing with evil librarians, dark oculators, and weird half machine half human people who chase me halfway around the world. I am dealing with things such as the white fang, dangerous criminals, wondering if I'll die because my teacher sent me into a forest filled with deadly beasts that want to rip my face off.
Point is, I have a lot on my plate already, being the youngest person to join Beacon Academy, ever.
For those of you who are confused on what I've just written, I am Alcatraz Smedry, breaker of chickens and everything else.
That's my semblance; to break almost anything I want to. It's had more downs than ups, but I make it work. Most people would call me destructive, but I don't like that. I don't destroy, I break; there's a difference.
I don't actually know how my family did it, but somehow my grandfather was able to get me accepted into Beacon four years in advance.
I ended up on the airship early and ended up only being able to wait. I slipped on a pair of red tinted sunglasses, glad that I had gotten different frames for them ahead of time.
I did not want butterfly wing glasses, and I didn't care how fast I needed to run from my cousin to get away from that idea.
I was wearing my traditional green jacket and white T-shirt with jeans and sneakers. My other lenses hung out of the many pockets in my jacket, each one a different color and having a different ability.
As the airship started to fill up, my Oculator's lenses that I currently had on showed me the aura of everyone on the ship and how strong it was. These things were pretty handy once you got used to the plethora of colors of various intensities assaulting your vision.
The strongest auras immediately drew my attention. A girl in white with a lot of luggage and several porters next to her, a girl in black wearing a bow and reading a book, a blonde crushing the air out of another girl with black hair and red highlights, and a few others stood out.
I chuckled as I watched the two girls talk, seemingly the exact opposite of each other. I didn't truly pay attention, though, until the shorter of the two girls said "I got moved two years ahead."
The first thought that ran through my head was 'So that's why she's so short' which is somewhat unfair when you consider the fact that I'm 2 years younger than her and am about as tall.
The second thought was something along the lines of enormous relief. I had been slightly worried about being the only kid who was younger and shorter than 5 feet 10 inches. Everything about me screamed being the kid who got bullied. I mean, who else uses glasses as their weapon?
I would like to take this moment to point out that I am not good in social interaction. The fact that I can break anything I touch and any complex machinery at a distance would make people somewhat worried about their personal belongings, let alone the thing that's keeping them alive. When I decided to introduce myself it was more simply to have a friend nearer my own age than anything else.
Which would prove to be a very bad idea in the next 10 minutes.
