Prologue
On the peak of a shining beacon (both literally and metaphorically), there sat a man of great wisdom and infinite age, a man that commended respect, awe, and quite frankly the fear of all his peers. There sat in a chair with coffee in hand, the "Great and Mighty" Oz (or Ozpin Blackstone Copperfield Dresden in full, but do not call him that unless you are volunteering to be sawed in half in during the next staff luncheon). So what exactly was this illustrious and mighty man doing, as he sat and overlooked the area beyond his window with smarmy eyes and a smirk? Why, he was obviously selecting which of his new students to torme- *cough* "nurture" in the coming year. He turned his seat around and briefly considered his position. Beacon Academy was, and still is the primary school of the cultural and performing arts to aspiring legends everywhere, where opportunity flowed like the tears of a crazed fan, recently rejected by their favourite idol, while excitement as juicy as the pleasure of burning fan mail was endless. And Ozpin sat at the helm of this marvelous venture, so he'll be damned if it wasn't going to bring him some fun. After all, what's a show without a good and hearty laugh? With one final smirk, Ozpin returned to reviewing the list of potential victi- *cough* prodigies to "nurture" in the coming year.
Ruby Rose
Omygod Omygod Omygod Omygod Omygod Omygod Omygod! As Ruby let her mind race at impossible speeds, she continued to race around her home, stuffing stationary and random knick-knacks into her bag, while trying to locate the irreplaceable object she was currently missing.
"DAD! Where's my sketchbook? I put it right here, youdidnttakeitdidyou? Omygodhowcouldyoudothistome? Youdidntthrowitawaydidyou? OmygodOmygodOmy…" Ruby blurred out, as she began to hyperventilate (hard).
"Ruby Rose, what did I say about disregarding punctuation and proper sentence structure?"
She final sighed out with red cheeks, "Not to do it?"
The blonde man, who posed the question with quiet eloquence was sitting at the dining table with paper and pen in hand, chuckling at her antics. Taiyang Xiao Long, Ruby's father was a poet and renowned playwright, with successes such as "Entire Team" (M-rated) and his endless track record of romantic poetry, but currently a very popular Literature professor at Patch University (with a whopping 90% female attendance rate of above age 28, most of which were not even registered for his lectures…).
As Taiyang rose to answer her queries, a crash in the house garnered the young rose's immediate attention, turning her head so fast it was going to give the readers a whiplash. She flashed out of the room, following the general trail of destruction and the odd smell of bad puns. After turning a final corner into the living room, there sat underneath a pile books another blonde, one just as striking as her father, although with different assets that garnered the opposing gender's attention. With a grand leap and a shower of books, the blonde turned and gave her "the smile", not a regular old smile, it was the one and only Yang Xiao Long trademarked smile that burned like the light of a thousand suns (seriously it's written in her contract as a model, legally airtight and all).
"Hey Rubes, I found your sketchbook! You left it underneath all these books, really should clean up after yourself, or does my lil widdle sis still need my help?" Yang said with an increasingly teasing tone in her voice.
"Nope, I'm a big girl now! I drink milk." She swiftly answered with little thought. Although stated in the most mature tone Ruby could muster, the contents of her defense left a lot to be desired, made more than obvious by Yang's hearty laugh, as blood rushed her cheeks. "C'mon, it's not funny…" She cried out indignantly, alongside a pout that could bring peace to all of Remnant in half a heartbeat.
"I know Rubes. It's just I'm so happy! Oh, I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever! I knew you had talent Rubes, but I can't believe that your art would catch the eye of so many people, there were lines to see your entry, LINES!" Yang said with pride and triumph in her eyes (as far as Ruby could see anyway).
Ruby herself could scarcely believe that her entry to an art festival would be received so well, and she couldn't help but feel proud of herself. 'I feel good about myself, 'she thought to herself absentmindedly with a big grin pulling on the sides of her lips. After all, she not only received a scholarship for early admission to the illustrious Beacon Academy, but a personal invitation from Glynda Goodwitch herself, the art critic dubbed with the nickname 'Dream Destroyer '. Nothing could possibly be better for the young artist's ego.
She couldn't help but turn to see her ticket to fame, which hung over the fire placed, framed, signed in approval by the critic herself, and beneath it a plaque that read "Bromance". What was this picture you ask? Well, it was certainly "unique". There sat over the fire place an incredibly detailed picture, one made with much care and experience, embodying the very definition of beauty and style, a depiction of her two most beloved father figures. A scene of her dad and her uncle Qrow on a love seat, with nothing but a blanket to cover their holy towers, with sweat depicted on their chiseled muscles and strained body, alongside expressions of ecstasy that no one would (or could) expect a young sketch artist to depict so graphically.
To Ruby this was her pride and joy, her magnum opus (up till this point anyway), a depiction of the story her father once told her about their time at Beacon as students, about how he and her uncle had overcome her differences to bond as true brothers-in-arms. She knew her father was quite proud of it (hence the reason it was above the fireplace), although she always wondered why her uncle Qrow would give it an odd look and blush away whenever he came upon it.
But no matter, this will be the day that she took on the world. She slid her sketchbook into her bag and slung it over her shoulder in one swift motion. Ruby Rose was ready to change her motto to "Carpe Diem".
Yang Xiao Long
As she strode over to her beloved motorcycle, affectionately nicknamed "Bumblebee", she tossed Ruby a helmet and prepped for their trek over to Vale. She ignited the engine and off they went with wind in their faces and hope in their guts.
It would take a short drive to a port on the northern side of the island, then a ferry to Vale, and an airship to reach their final destination, Beacon; but they were traveling light and fast, as their luggage should have arrived sometime yesterday, while the bike couldn't have moved more smoothly towards their eventual destination. This calm and smooth drive eventually left the blonde bombshell to her personal musings.
Yang was a model and an actress (who did her own stunts, a personal point in which she took extreme pride upon), and although she was quite famous for her age, she could not wait to start her climb to the top. She was fueled by her love of competition, along with the exhilarating feeling of bringing surprise and excitement to the lives of those who saw her perform her craft, spreading joy through her contagious eagerness and thrill-seeking nature, she was definitely excited to reach her new proving grounds. In her lifetime Yang has been all over Remnant, competing in beauty pageants during her time in Atlas, modelling for different Mistralian clothing lines, alongside the occasional appearance in a product advert, and although they were all quite enjoyable, nothing could compare to how she felt when acting. Although the money and fame that came with her profession was quite nice, she didn't really do it for the lifestyle, and it definitely wasn't because she preferred to be somebody else, she was quite proud of herself (especially considering how easily she made both men and women blush with her playful banter and *cough* assets), so why exactly did she love to act? It was a question that Yang had asked herself more than once, and so far she's never been able to come to a solid conclusion.
It was something personal, something much deeper than the mere glamour or thrill of it, something much more complicated that she had yet to fully grasp or understand. She was ecstatic about the emotions she could bring out of people, their hopes and aspirations emphasized by the connection they felt with either the characters or stories she was a part of, and although she couldn't really place what exactly about this interaction she aspired to capture, she knew just how much she desired to continue and hone her abilities. As they arrived at the port with the ocean in sight, she put away her musings for another day, laughing inwardly at how in comparison to everything else in her life, her personal musings of self-reflection were a billion times more constructed than anything else she's ever thought about.
'Nobody calls Yang Xiao Long, a simple "blonde"!' She declared privately, but proudly.
"Hey Rubes, c'mon we're here. Look at the ocean and smell the ocean breeze, water we waiting for? Onward, eh, eh?" She said this with excitement in her voice, with the only response being the audible groans of Ruby and the seagulls around them.
AN: Hi, this is just a simple story coming from me about the life and adventures of our heroes in AU where the worst thing that could happen is getting yourself on an embarrassing clip on the Remnant equivalent of TMZ or Fox News. It's simple lighthearted and I hope you enjoy it enough to keep giving it a chance, I'm an improving writer and all I want to do is give people a good laugh, but life's depressing enough as it is.
Well plans for the story I suppose, most people will keep their canon personalities although I will be emphasizing different traits that don't necessarily get explored in the actual show, or tweaking them slightly to fit in with the genre and setting. However, I'm still undecided whether to keep the idea of semblences or not (Aura definitely, but not sure about semblences, pm me if you got any ideas), or to intertwine them to their personalities. I somewhat experimented with this, for example, in this chapter when Ruby panics she ends up speaking quickly and hyperventilating, while Yang is fueled by a hot, fiery passion, it's subtle enough that I could change it and keep it if chosen to do so.
For a straight guy, I have some really bad yaoi pairings, don't think too deeply about it. I'm never going to make it super explicit anyway...
Well, leave me a review if you got time, if you hated it tell me, I'll try to fix it, if you had a chuckle, laugh, or cringed, also tell me, so I can continue torturing some poor souls, it's how I stay young.
