Weiss Schnee wasn't one for crowds. There were far too many people, and far to many opportunities to get knocked over or get turned around. It didn't help that the chatter of conversation could be almost deafening, and throngs of people made getting anywhere a pain. The heiress also tended to catch a lot of eyes in crowds, which was not something she relished. With her white hair, scar, and ever-present ensemble of security and servants, it was no surprise that others were intrigued. This was why she had come to Vale alone. Her parents hadn't been pleased, but eventually they had agreed. The area she was staying was quite safe, after all, and after promising to have her scroll on her at all times, the eldest Schnee daughter had left for Vale. After a long, somewhat turbulent airship ride, Weiss had finally arrived.
Beacon Academy. One of the best schools in all of Remnant. It hadn't taken much effort to convince her parents to let her attend. After all, this was a very prestigious school, and if the public were to hear the Schnee heiress was attending, it would only bolster the company's reputation. Once she passed the entrance exam (with flying colors) Weiss had been assigned a dorm and a roommate. The dorm was where she was supposed to be headed right now, but with the crowd of people it was difficult to tell where she was going. She gripped her suitcases tightly, keeping her head down and weaving through the horde. She could only hope she'd get out unscathed.
Ruby Rose wasn't one for crowds, either. The littlest Rose, unfortunately, possessed a habit of tripping over her own feet, and that wasn't the best trait to have when surrounded by people. Naturally, her heart fell when she realized her airship was landing at the same time as the one from Vacuo, doubling the amount of people she'd be forced to get through. Ruby sighed and picked up her duffel bag, her backpack already on her shoulders. As soon as the ship touched down, she hopped off and became instantly awestruck by the scene in front of her. Beacon Academy was much bigger than she could have possibly hoped, and a surge of excitement rushed through her. She had worked so hard to get in, and some part of her was only just now accepting that she was finally here. Suddenly unable to control her newfound energy, Ruby picked up her pace, almost running through the crowd. Unfortunately, this newfound speed didn't serve her well when someone swerved directly in front of her. Ruby tried in vain to stop, but ended up sending herself and the stranger tumbling to the ground. Even before she had picked herself up, Ruby was already gushing out apologies.
"I'm so sorry! I hope I didn't hurt you! I didn't mean to run into you, I promise! It was entirely my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going, and then you appeared out of nowhere, and I really should have been going slower but I didn't and I'm so so sorry and can I make it up to you somehow because-"
"Watch where you're going next time." The strange girl cut her off, fixing the flustered Ruby with an icy glare. Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving a very crestfallen Ruby in the dust. Ruby stood there for a moment, watching the white-clad stranger walk away, then pulled out a map. She was supposed to be finding her dorm, after all, and had no time to waste if she was to work later that day. Seconds later, Ruby had dashed off again in a different direction, this time a bit more mindful of where she stepped.
Weiss had finally found her dorm and hesitated outside the door, wondering if she should knock. Her roommate was probably already inside, as Weiss had gotten sidetracked by the crowd and by the buffoon who had knocked her over. She reached out and rapped her knuckles on the door.
"Come in." A quiet voice replied. The heiress pulled open the door to find a tall, dark woman sitting on one of two beds, a book in her hand. Her long, black hair was adorned with a large bow of the same color, and her bright yellow eyes were fixed on Weiss as she walked through the door. Weiss set her suitcases down, then extended a hand to her roommate.
"I'm Weiss. Weiss Schnee. You must be my roommate." Her roommate shut her book with an audible snap, then shook Weiss's hand.
"Blake Belladonna." There was a moment of awkward silence, with neither party willing to share more information about themselves. Weiss turned around and began unpacking, while Blake returned to her book. The room itself wasn't bad. There were two beds, a kitchen area, and a bathroom. Blake had already established her side of the room, so Weiss settled for what was left over. There wasn't too much to unpack, with the majority of her luggage just being clothes. Once she was done, Blake shut her book again, putting it down on her nightstand.
"Well, I'm off to work." Weiss wasn't surprised to hear it. While Beacon was liberal with its scholarships, it was still an extremely expensive school, so most of the students worked in order to pay their tuition. The academy was very accommodating about it, even going so far to fund the development of the city around it so more job opportunities were available to students.
"Where do you work?" Weiss asked, watching as Blake crossed the room to exit.
"The library." She replied tersely. "See you in a few hours." And with that, she was gone. Weiss sighed, her gaze drifting to the window. She didn't have much to do while waiting for Blake to return, and wondered if all her free time would be spent alone in the room. Her thoughts wandered to something her parents had mentioned before her departure. Despite the fact that she didn't need the money, her parents had set up a job for her in the city nearby, believing that most of her time would otherwise be spent cooped up in her room. Weiss previously had no intention of taking the job, but decided that she might as well investigate it while she had the time. After rummaging through her bag for the slip of paper with the address of her supposed job, she left the dorm, locking the door behind her. The Schnee heiress took a deep breath once she left the building, eyes fixed on the streets of Vale before her. This was really the first time she had ever been alone in a city before, and some part of her was worried. Then again, this was the sort of life Weiss had been dreaming of before leaving. Who was she to walk away from something like that?
After wandering the city for a while, Weiss found Vale to be quite pleasurable. The people were helpful and friendly, and there certainly were many shops that students were employed at. Weiss, however, had not yet reached her destination, and upon arriving at the street it was on, was surprised to see a group of people gathered around...something. She walked closer to hear a loud voice shouting,
"Now, for my next trick, I'm going to need someone from the audience." Weiss rolled her eyes as those watching went wild. Of course. A street magician. Still, the voice seemed oddly familiar. Weiss began to turn around with the full intent of leaving without watching, when the magician shouted, "You! The girl with the white hair and jacket! Will you be my assistant?" The entire audience turned to face her while she focused her attention on the magician. The magician was a girl clad in a black pantsuit with a red shirt underneath, a long red scarf wrapped around her neck. She wore a black and red mask reminiscent of a wolf, complete with ears and snout, that covered everything but her mouth and eyes. She wore white gloves to go with the suit, hands inside the gloves stretched out beseechingly towards Weiss.
"Sure." Weiss replied, in a rare moment of impulse. She wanted to experience the city, and this, after all, was a part of the city. The crowd cheered as she stood next to the magician, who shook her hand warmly.
"This trick is called...The guillotine!" The magician reached into a bag full of supplies and pulled out a strange looking weapon, which then unfolded to become a massive red and black scythe. The crowd gasped. "This is Crescent Rose, and while she isn't a guillotine, she'll certainly do the trick when it comes to beheading me." The magician handed Crescent Rose to Weiss, who almost stumbled underneath its weight. The magician then laid her head on a chopping block, waiting for Weiss to swing. "Whenever you're ready." Weiss paled.
"You can't be serious! I'll kill you!" The heiress exclaimed. The magician laughed.
"That's kind of the point of the trick. Don't worry about it, just do it." The magician reassured her. Weiss cast her gaze around the crowd, wondering if anyone was as worried about this as she was. She was only met with excited eyes, and some impatient ones. Resigned, Weiss swung the scythe downward. There was a flash of rose petals, and a head fell onto the ground, while the head of the magician was gone. Weiss-and half the crowd-gasped. Some people screamed. In another flash of rose petals, the head on the ground was gone and the magician stood up, very much alive. "Thank you, thank you!" Weiss dropped the scythe, astounded. It was a very impressive trick, and when she retreated into the audience, she dropped a few lien into the hat that was passed around for the magician. Rather than watch another trick, Weiss turned around and entered The Way the Cookie Crumbles, the bakery that bore the address she was headed to.
Weiss opened the door and was immediately hit by the smell of chocolate. She was met by a kindly old woman who rushed up to her as she entered, a white apron tied around her waist.
"Hello there, dearie. You must be Weiss Schnee. Please, come in and have a seat. I'll be going over the rules of your job with you. Don't hesitate to ask any questions if you have them." Weiss's job turned out to be simple. She was to keep inventory of all the baked goods, take them out of the oven when needed, and restock the display in the front when it ran out. Somewhat mind-numbing work, but it was better than staying at home, and she wasn't complaining. She bid a friendly farewell to the sweet old woman who ran the store, then left.
Weiss passed the circle of people around the magician yet again, but was surprised to hear the magician yell. "Wait!" She turned yet again to see the magician run up to her. With a dramatic flourish, she pulled a paper rose out of her sleeve, handing it to Weiss with a goofy grin. Weiss felt her face turn red, then turned and walked away as the magician returned the the audience, yelling, "Who wants to see more tricks from the amazing Little Red?"
Well, here's a new story I figured I'd write. It's most likely going to be multi-chapter, though I don't know entirely how long it will be. I'll probably update weekly. I hope you guys like it. Leave a review if you're so inclined to, or if there's anything I messed up on in the story. RWBY belongs to Monty Oum and his creative team.
Thanks for reading and have a great day.
