"Patrick, do you ever wonder if we are doing the right thing by coming here?" Cyrus asked as he looked over to the green-haired boy.
"I don't understand, Cyrus, you wanted to learn to fight, so we came here, are you getting cold feet already?" Patrick replied as he turned to look into the only part of the other boy he could currently see, his cyan eyes. Out of fear of being recognized for what he was, Cyrus had always worn a white hoody, black cargo pants, and a mask that came up over his nose, the hood covered his bright, cyan hair.
"No, I would never do that... It's just, we're so far from Atlas, so far from home, we know almost nobody here."
"I understand, Cyrus, but this is just an opportunity to meet new people. Look! We're coming up on it now." Patrick responded as he pressed his face up against the window of the airship.
"Interesting... I can't wait to see inside." Cyrus said as he walked closer to the window.
"Welcome, students, to Beacon, where you will become true hunters and huntresses." a holographic lady said from farther down in the ship.
The airship set down and the two friends walked out, backpacks slung over their shoulders and eyes full of excitement. The courtyard sprawled out in front of them, a large statue was in the center, around it were two rows of columns, all of these were far surpassed, however, by the large, magnificent tower standing behind it.
"THIS IS AMAZING!" Patrick yelled as he began to hop up and down.
"Hey, calm your friend down, and what's with the hood and mask, you playing dress up kid? An obviously younger girl said as she walked up behind Cyrus and Patrick.
"For the record, I'm fifteen, so technically older than you, and why should I? He's simply excited, he's been dreaming of coming here since he was ten." Cyrus responded as he turned around to face the younger girl.
"So he hasn't been waiting that long then." the orange haired girl said as she cocked her head and smirked slightly.
"He's been waiting five years, look, are you even old enough to come here?" Cyrus said as he clenched his fist.
"I'm twelve, I can come here because I met the requirements, I'm surprised you did."
"YOU LITTLE TWAT!" Cyrus yelled with a slight growl as he unhooked his dual, cyan scythes from his belt.
Noticing the challenge, the younger girl pulled a long stick from a sheath on her back.
"My name's Olisa dog-breath! Bring it!" she shrieked.
With that, she attempted to slam down her staff on Cyrus, but the hooded boy crossed his scythes and blocked it. Using the curved blade of one of his weapons, Cyrus quickly broke the lock and rammed the stick into the ground, then he kicked the girl with all his strength backwards. Olisa did a backflip and caught herself mid-air, turning the rifle and transforming it into a rifle, she sighted in on the boy and fired three times, the first was the deflected by Cyrus' aura, the second dodged, but the third hit him dead center and sent him tumbling.
"So you're gonna play that way huh." He said as he stood up and flipped his scythes into dual pistols, "Well then, I'll oblige." he muttered as he began charging at her while firing, she responded with the same.
"STOP! Both of you." Patrick said as he stepped between them, his bayoneted, green SMGs pointing to both. The enraged combatants halted as they reached the blades. "You've drawn quite the crowd, and best stop before a teacher get's invol-"
"ALL OF YOU STOP THIS INSTANT!" a tall, blonde haired lady interrupted as she broke through the crowd.
"Hey! It's the holograph lady!" Olisa yelled in realization.
"Great..." Cyrus muttered as the "Holograph Lady" came nearer.
"Excuse you, but I am Glynda Goodwitch and I am here to tell you to stop. You are all here to become the protectors of the human race, not to kill each other on your first day," she said, her disapproving look passing between the three of them. "Now all of you best get to the auditorium, we have announcements." she finished as she turned and walked away.
"Told you so," Patrick said as he looked at Cyrus with a smirk.
"Let's just get this thing over with."
They walked into the auditorium and listened to a speech from a man who identified himself as Professor Ozpin. Afterwards, they were herded into a large, almost empty room to sleep on the floor for the night.
"Dude, is it just me or are there a lot of cute girls here?" Patrick said from his position on the floor, "Just look at that girl over there," he began, pointing at a bluish-gray haired girl laying a corner, "I think she was checking me out earlier."
"I'm more interested in all the Faunas," Cyrus replied as he pulled down his mask. "Especially that girl we met earlier, the one I fought with, she was definitely a Faunas, I could smell cat as long as she was around."
"Dude, I get it that you're a wolf Faunas and all, but it sounds really creepy when you say stuff like that. Also, why are you so afraid to let people see your ears, they're adorable."
"Patrick my friend, do you not keep up with the local news? If people know I'm a Faunas then they would discriminate against me, even that twelve-year-old back there wore a beanie to hide her ears."
"Sad about that business, the White Fang and all, but let's not talk about that before bed, let's just sleep."
"Agreed, today has been a busy first-day friend," Cyrus said as he curled up on the floor and waited for the lights to go out.