Chapter 0 ~ Before We Begin
It was about seventeen years since I was brought into the world.
It'd been almost ten years since we had left our first home.
It was exactly five after my incident.
And now… now I had no clue where to go.
...As in, we were literally lost.
We had been wandering the forests of northeastern Sanus for some time, about three or four months, and it was getting darker out. Food was never really an issue, and using me, neither was water. We had never needed shelter, as it really never rained too bad on our travels. At least, not for the few months we had been on Sanus.
The two of us had been to almost every continent on Remnant. Sanus, where we currently were, Anima, where it indeed did rain many days of the month, and Solitas, where it snowed, and still wasn't pleasant to wander in. We hadn't been to Menagerie, for neither of us were Faunus, nor had we been to Nekris, simply because no one wants to go to the Grimmlands. Well, some Huntsmen decide to go up there occasionally. Oh, and you can't exclude the criminally insane.
Back to where we are… at least if I knew where we were, that is.
My friend pointed out to me at one point that they had climbed a nearby tree, a tall tree, too, and that they had found a large building atop a cliff face. And considering the fact that we were on Sanus it could very well mean that we were approaching Beacon Academy, the Valean Hunter academy that many regarded as the best damn school in the world. 'The Shining Beacon,' some had called it.
However, as great as Beacon is, there is a very large spawning ground for Grimm closeby, spotted in many places around the Emerald Forest.
Wait… trees, cliff, Beacon…
It was at that point that I had realised where we were.
"Grrrr…"
...And so had the ten or so oh-so timely Beowolves that decided to join us.
'Well, I need the practice, I suppose.'
I nodded to my partner, and I went my way to fight the monsters I saw before me.
Anyone and their mother will tell you that you'd be crazy to fight the Grimm without a weapon, and I would have to agree. My weapon, Eighteen Ace, was a notably different gun than the rest of them. In reality, I should say 'guns,' the reason being that Eighteen Ace as a whole was an amalgamation of three six-chamber revolvers, each of which had a blade atop the barrel and were conjoined at the base of the handle to a disk. The handles were all made out of 'Goliath ivory,' a fancy way of saying that they were enamel, whereas the disk and barrels were pure titanium.
Simply put, Eighteen Ace is a revolver boomerang.
I ran up to the first of the pack, two of my three revolvers held in an underhand grip. I slashed twice at the Beowolf, flipped my right gun around, and put a bullet between its eyes. As soon as it went limp, I ran to the next wolf, and put enough force in my swing to decapitate it.
I stood above the corpse and formed Eighteen Ace into its thrown form, then threw it at the line of Beowolves who decided that forming a wall would be the best course of action. The weapon cleanly cut through the heads of four of them, and stuck into the fifth, managing to score five kills at once. Seeing as my partner had their fight covered, I grabbed my weapon and watched.
No later than when the last Grimm had died had a Bullhead dropped on in to meet us. Neither of us had called for one, not that we would nor could, so it had meant that we were being watched. The craft landed and out stepped a Man dressed in dark green, hair a dull white, sporting sunglasses and a cane.
"Good day to you two!" he called.
Neither me nor my partner replied, yet I stepped forward, a bit confused.
"Come aboard, I can take you the rest of the way."
I looked to the man for a few seconds before internally deciding that I could probably handle anything, and with backup it wouldn't be as hard, so I eventually got on the aircraft, and waved my partner over. With all its passengers, the Bullhead sprung into action and headed for the large academy ahead.
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About four hours later, the three of us were atop the tallest tower in the academy, me and my partner sitting across from the older man. The room was a very oddly designed room, with it having windows around the entirety of it and the large clockworks above and below us. The man sat in front of us and took a small drink from his mug; from the smell of it, I could tell it was coffee.
"So," he began. "I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy."
I knew he was prompting me for my name, yet I remained silent. To my surprise, he just smiled at my silence.
"I suppose you are not one to talk. What of you, Miss…?"
"She doesn't talk," I answered. Ozpin turned to me with a smug look.
"Oh, I see. Seeing as though you are indeed willing to talk, may I have a name?"
I sighed at this, now knowing that I pretty much had to answer the man. "My name is Scott Blanche."
Ozpin's smile dropped a bit for a split second at the mention of my name, but immediately came back. "And your friend?" he prompted.
I looked over to my friend. She was only 4'10", even in heels, making her only come up to about the top of my chest. She wore a white jacket with pink accents and a grey corset, as well as a necklace that she says that she totally bought. She wore a pair of grey tights and white knee high heels. She also wore black gloves, in one of those her ornate parasol was held. Her hair was long, and multicolored; the left was brown, the right a bright pink. Her eyes also matched her multicolored hair, at least they were at that point in time.
I turned back to Ozpin. "This is Neopolitan."
He sat there for a second, not saying anything. Eventually he spoke up. "Do you know why I decided to retrieve you both from the Emerald Forest?"
Neo shook her head, and I replied similarly.
"Am I to be correct in assuming that you two are 17 years of age?"
Neo thought about this for a moment, then nodded. That was the cue for my approval as well. Neo's inclusion in the decision was important, so waiting for her was necessary. We always went together.
Ozpin smiled at this. "Splendid. As I've stated, I am the headmaster of Beacon Academy."
I caught on right away. "You want us as students."
Ozpin kept that grin going. "Yes."
I turned my attention to my right. "Well, Neo. We can stay here and go to school, or we can keep wandering around. What's your choice?"
Neo nodded, and that left me to throw in my two Lien.
"I guess we're in on your deal, Ozpin."
I held out my hand and he shook it, holding my hand in a bit firm of a grip. "Excellent, however I prefer to be called Headmaster or Headmaster Ozpin, if you would."
This man is touchy on his name, it would seem. My eyes narrowed, and after a second we all heard a 'clink' noise as Ozpin's mug had fallen over. Neo looked to be the culprit, as she had a shocked expression, and had hid her parasol.
I grabbed a tissue from the desk and cleaned it up. "Sorry about that, sir, I got it." I noticed that a bit of coffee had even got on my finger as I tossed the used tissue away.
"Will that be all, Headmaster?" I asked.
"No, no, you may leave. I expect to see great things come from you both," he said, smiling.
Neo and I got in the elevator, and as the doors closed, I raised my hand to wave to Ozpin as he sipped from his mug. The doors closed and I heard a splash, a scream, and someone who sounded a lot like Ozpin scream something along the lines of 'being betrayed by his true love.'
Gods, do I love justice.
Good thing I'm gonna be a hunter, huh?
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So here we are. My first story of many on this website.
I don't care what other people say, FF . net is a great website, and I am happy to join the ranks.
So, yeah, start with an OC, wooo. Yeah, but this is how I write my stories. I enjoy the stories that are original works, that's why I put in a new factor in the form of an OC to put my touch on it.
Now, I don't like starting with Blanche, but this character is the one with my favorite story, so I'm gonna do that. I should have started with another character, either Spectre of Johnson, but for now, Blanche is here and he's here to stay until I die, which shouldn't be for many years.
…
Yeah, many years.
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