Down in the alleyway of some unnamed street, in the small town of Intenebris, in the land of Vacuo, was a young man dressed in a long black jacket, with a hood pulled down so it obscured his face. The night was dark and stormy as the Rain poured from the night sky down upon the boy soaking him through the multiple layers of clothes he wore while traveling. He was slumped up against a dumpster with a bottle in his hand. He slept through the cold, unforgiving rain until he feet something tap his foot.
"Come on man get up" said a gruff deep voice.
This voice was the one he hoped he wouldn't have to hear again. The voice of his best friend, he lazily opened his eye lids and stared for a few seconds at the brown boots kicking his feet. He slowly lifted his head and looked over the tall, dark-skinned man. He still wore the same uniform as always; a light long sleeve, unbuttoned vest the shade of desert sand. This covered a thick leather shirt and was accompanied by a pair of brown jeans held up by a black, worn belt. He also had a green bandana tied around his head. On his belt he wore a set of fencing blades, one being the traditional rapier and the other, for his off-hand, a dirk. His name was Vire
"Come one I have something I need to tell you" said Joyce urgently "I've been searching for you for a week!"
The young man continued to just stare at him, not a word left his mouth. Vire decided to ignore this anyways and continue talking.
"You've been very hard to track down, we were hoping you would settle down for once but I guess wanders must wander" Vire looked down at him, the young man barely stirred. Vire gave a long, deep sigh.
"Come on, let's get you inside and meet everyone else then I'll explain what's going on"
The young man stood up and allowed himself to be guided down several and finally through a small door. Inside was an unimpressive little room, it was mostly cluttered with things covered by tarps but there was a small, round table with 4 seats around them. There were two men, probably around the age of 18 who sat at the table. It took the young man in black a few seconds to recognize them. The young man and Joyce sat down across the table from the other two young men. On the table was a large wrapped package, from the shape it looked like a large axe
"So tell me" said Vire "you ever wanted to go to beacon?"
The young man looked at Vire through the shadow of his hood.
"What do you mean Vire?" the young man's voice was deep and rich. Yet his voice was soft and barely above a whisper, it was the voice of a Wiseman, who was seen the world and all its evil, coupled with the innocence of a child, who has yet to see the world.
"I'm talking about a chance at redemption. Now, have you ever thought about going to beacon?"
"I never thought about it…" the young man looked at the ground "how… how did you find me exactly?"
"You never really tried hiding, I think that's why the white fang missed you, they were looking too hard for you and instead of finding you they overlooked you"
The young man grunted, pulled out a chair from the table and sat down.
Vire let the silence set in and also sat down before talking again
"So, you up for traveling to beacon?"
The young man didn't move, after a several tedious minutes of intense listening, Vire lifted the hood of the man's hood and smiled.
"Of course he would fall asleep"
The other two men looked at Vire for direction.
"Don't worry guys" Vire, said "well load him onto the shuttle, he hasn't said no so he must be ok with going"