RWBY Fanfiction

DLTC Chapter 1

Blue.

It's the color of freedom. The color of a serene soul who has, as a whole, not a care in the world. It is truthful, and with no cynicism to it. And who's love and joy is as infinite as the sky above. And just as full of surprises.

White.

The symbol of purity, wholeness if you will. It's the color of hope, life and light. It's been used in many different ways, but at its core, it represents light. But, like it's opposite, dark, it is nothingness…. Or so it would seem.

Red.

The color of blood. But also the color of tomatoes, a lovely fruit. (Yes fruit.) The color of a rose, a beautiful natural thing, and the color of gore, horrifying disgusting sights. You never know when to expect the color red, but sure enough it will be there. Ready or not.

Green.

The color of the infinite grassy lands of this world. The color of trees, plants, it is the color of nature, and it's ever existence. Nature can be hurt, it can be twisted and corrupted. But at the core of all things in nature, there is whole, life giving green.

The sun rose up in the world of remnant. And as it did, all the students were getting ready to head out. Today was the day of Beacons initiation. Dylan sat up, getting out of bed and getting dressed. Blue jeans, and a T-shirt, with a thick black jacket on top for warmth. He hated the cold, even the slightest chill. He slipped his leather holster on over his T-shirt, so as to conceal his armor as long as his jacket stayed closed. He hooked his scabbard to his belt and slid his samurai sword into it. It looked simple enough, standard sword, black handle wrapped in black cloth, and long slender blade curved at the tip. He picked up his gun and examined it. It never hurt to check just in case. It looked like normal, like a sideways A, except the left and right lines of the A were shaped like half cylinders, round and smooth. The top of the A being nonexistent, as that was where the barrel of his gun was. Powered entirely by aura, it helped when it came to dual wielding.

"This is it!" Dylan said.

"Today is the day I can prove myself to everyone! No more getting laughed at, no more being called names! Just going out there and killing some Grimm! If I prove to these guys I'm just as strong, my days of being a laughingstock are over!" he said with excitement. He rushed away from the lockers quickly. He passed some blonde guy with armor on, looking frazzled at his scroll. He also passed some little red riding hood looking girl talking a tall blonde, cowgirl looking girl.

"Wow, everyone looks so different! I wonder what they're capable off!" he said to himself as he ran to the assembly.

….

Lorenzo stood up and looked in the mirror, as he had expected, a messy head hiding an excited expression. He was ready, today he would make it into beacon and get recognized for his skills with his semblance! He ran into the local bathroom and came out mere minutes later with a completely done hairdo, a skill that took years to perfect, and one he was proud of. He got dressed quickly, wearing a white button up shirt, with a smooth black satin sweater vest over it, and of course, dark blue dress pants. Topping it all off was a kickass black bowtie that pulled it all together.

He smiled into the mirror and told himself;

"Give em that winning smile!"

He walked over to the lockers and grabbed his weapon out of his. It was a simple spear to the untrained eye, but to him, it was a tool for guiding his semblance, and a well designed auto rifle by the pull of a latch, and a recon rifle by the pull of another latch. The entire handle being pure white allowed him to spot it out of a crowd, a thieving countermeasure. Nevertheless, he was well versed with how to use it, and blew his way through combat school thanks to it.

"Today's the day Lorenzo! Make a good impression!" he said as he walked to the assembly, his head held high.

That is until a certain someone knocked into him accidentally. He stumbled to the side a bit in surprise.

"Hey!" Lorenzo said.

"Oh! Sorry!" Dylan said running ahead of him.

"Geez, someone's a bit too excited," Lorenzo thought to himself.

….

Tristen stood from the makeshift bed on the ground, beaming with pride. He walked up to the sink and began to brush his teeth, locking eyes with his reflection.

"Today… I finally reach my goal; getting into Beacon. When I'm a hunter, things will change forever," he said to himself without a doubt.

He spit into the sink and got dressed. A white T-shirt with black writing on it saying; "Dust or Bust" looking like it was written sloppily with a black paintbrush. Over it, a leather black jacket with buckles on both sleeves, and badly torn up jeans, his favorite kind. He picked his glasses and put them on, clear, round and perfect, like his vision, minus the round part. He grabbed his favorite red leather gloves and put them on. He walked out to the locker area, whistling. He got to his locker and grabbed his gear. He clicked his two anklets on, over his jeans of course. Yellow, with a thin line of Red running through the design. To the untrained eye, it was just a poorly placed accessory, to him, it was destruction for your feet. He'd click hit heels together once and the anklets would expand into metal armor, covering hit feet entirely and hit ankles. Blades curving upwards from his heels, curving out forwards from the top of his feet, and two large blades coming from the front of his feet, curving upward with the tips facing towards him. And on the front and sides of his ankles, two sets of blades, one set curving downwards, the other set above the other, all curving upwards.

He grabbed his shotgun off the rack and cocked it once.

"Man I love that sound," he said. He loved the design of his weapon dearly. The entire frame being luscious red, expect for the attachments, which were all black. His handle and under mounted grip being black. He had an optional scope attached for accuracy, the crosshair being a spiky explosion symbol you'd see in old school cartoons, except without the word BOOM in it.

He placed it in his large leather holster on his back and got moving, quickly clicking his heels again to make the weapons on his feet recede back to anklets. He ran past the other lockers quickly, he wished he had more time to chat, especially with those people, the blonde guy talking with a white haired girl and the red haired girl. She looked like someone familiar, but who was she? He didn't have time to wonder, he had to get to the assembly.

….

Cheo got up off the floor he called a bed. He knew they all had to sleep in that large room, but cots or hammocks would've been nice. Well, it's not like he wasn't used to roughing it. He got up and got dressed. He grabbed a green T-shirt that said; 'KnotSlip' the popular band on it in black. He took his rubber armlets and put them on his upper arms quickly. They stretched out around his muscles perfectly, not uncomfortable, but not loose either. All of them black with green camo. He slipped on his black jeans and combed his hair out of his face, letting it fall smoothly around his head. He walked out of the room and got to his locker without a word. Iron determination in his eyes as he took out his weapon. It was a large scythe, Black and Green, similarly painted as the one the Red clad girl near him held. He checked it over carefully, he noticed hers could fold, while his definitely couldn't, though a folding scythe would've been useful for space. His was originally a small pole, about three feet long, but the click of a button expanded the radius of the large handle fivefold, making it easier to hold, and allowing the long scythe blade to slide out of the inside of the pole, turning it from a simple green pole to a deadly weapon. The top of the scythe held the barrel of a weapon, but the kind… he'd recently added the modifications to it, he didn't think he'd test it until he'd fight some Grimm.

He turned it back to a pole and placed it on his back. He past some blonde guys, who was stuck to a locker by his hoodie and a spear.

"Idiot," he said to himself.

He walked to the assembly, with some guy running past him, with a weird sword on his belt and a gun on his back.

"I guess you meet all kinds around here," he said sighing.

….

"That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years," Ozpin said, sipping his coffee again.

Dylan stood at the end of the line on the far left, to his right were three others. In order, there was the guy he ran into before, wearing the fancy get up. Dylan was surprised, he looked more suited to charm a lady at a ball than to fight Grimm. Then there was the guy with the shotgun on his back and the funny looking anklets. He looked ready for a fight. And the guy even further to his right, he had a cool looking scythe and armlets that made him look like a BOSS.

"You can do this," Dylan said.

And then the panel beneath him lifted up and he flew out into the forest. Which was when reality hit, he needed to land, AND FAST. He pulled out his sword and sliced through the tree line, finally latching it into a branch of a low tree.

"Phew," he sighed.

"Wait…" he said looking down.

"How am I gonna get down?"

Lorenzo flew far into the forest, getting low near the ground until he lifted his spear. Suddenly he stopped falling and instead began to fly straight forward, with air circling around him, making him like a bullet, knocking through trees with ease.

"Woooohoooooo!" he shouted with joy. He knew where to go to grab the relics, straight ahead of where they had launched from.

"This will be cake!" he said, blasting through a few more trees.

Tristen got near the tree line and pulled out his shotgun. He fired off a round and was propelled upwards from the recoil. The bullets exploded against the tree, blasting off pieces of bark and leaves. He did this again, and then again, slowly descending into the forest and decreasing his forward momentum from the launch. Finally he saw a round enough tree and made his move. He swung his legs to the side and the blades dug into the bark, spinning him around a lot until he finally slowed to a stop. He curled up into a ball and unlatched his feet from the tree and fell to the ground, shooting it with the shotgun quickly to slow the descent right before he landed.

"Nailed it," he said beginning to run through the forest.

Cheo didn't bother with any of the fancy stuff the other students used. He'd seen at least a dozen other students there with all different weapons, but he didn't need a fancy landing strategy. He flew and flew until he eventually fell and fell… all the way to the hard forest ground. His two feet slammed into the ground, making a wide and deep crater from the impact. It should've killed him, or at least destroyed his legs whole. But his semblance and his aura combined protected him completely. His semblance had shielded him from the impact, but his aura had dropped dramatically because of it. It would take some time before it was back to it's peak.

He could wait for that. He had stirred the hornets' nest…

Or rather, the Beowulf's nest.