"Fuck!" Is the first thing that dances through Cinis's head as he opens his eyes. Well that's kind of a lie. The first thing was an oompaloompa dancing on a megaladon with a laser attached to its head while rapping about how everything is better in Vale. But it was the first thing that made sense. This thought is quickly followed by, "I'm awake! I hate being awake!" "Quit complaining!" Replies the voice in Cinis's head. "It's not that bad, It's only seven thirty!" "Ugh! So early! Wake me up at nine." "I think you might be thinking with puberty right now. So get the fuck up Cin."
Cinis kicks off the blankets on his bed as he stretches and scratches his head. "What's the point of having a demon in your head if they won't encourage you to engage in your base desires? Isn't that what your guys are supposed to do?" Asks Cinis out loud. "Well for one I'm not in your head right now." Says the demon as he appears at Cinis's side. "Another thing is literature got a lot of things wrong. Demons are just angels that live in fire." "Did I ask for logistics Infierno?" Asks Cinis. "Yes. Yes you did." Replies Infierno with a grin. "Smartass." "I have had thousands of years to think of smartass retorts for every situation. You've had Sixteen. And half of that you didn't even know what ass meant." Says Infierno. "Whatever." Mutters Cinis as he steps into the bathroom.
After an uneventful shower Cinis walks out and wraps a towel around his waist. As he opens the door to his room he is greeted by Infierno holding a fireball in his face. The demon was trying his very best to look intimidating. What he pulled off looked like a poop face on Dewey Oxberger from Stripes. Cinis just laughs hysterically. Reaching out with his left hand and plucking the fireball out of the air before placing it in his mouth. "You could at least pretend to be afraid." Infierno says with a pout. "I'm immune to fire. So is this room. There is nothing to be afraid of." Says Cinis with a smile. At this point a Beowolf jumps into his room through the window. "NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF HUH!" Yells Infierno with a massive smile. Disappearing with a puff of flames as Cinis assessed how to deal with this minor problem. He decides just punching it is the best option. He proceeds to send a fist coated in purple, orange, and black flames slamming into the Grimm. As he does this he could have sworn he heard a Captain Falcon sound byte from Super Smash Bros yelling "FALCOWN PAUNCH!"
As Cinis looks outside his window he sees a crowd of people running away from a massive wave of Grimm. They seemed to be coming out of a hole in the center of the Plaza his apartment overlooked with a train sticking out of it. He logically spurts out the only sensible words for that situation. "The fuck?" Cinis finishes getting dressed and jumps out the window. Bracing himself for the wave of beowolves that were charging towards him. Of course before they even reached him he had already created a flaming shield and one handed war axe out of thin air. He allowed the Grimm to crash into his shield and become covered in swirling hellfire. This ends when he see's an enormous Deathstalker charging towards him. "Shit, of all the Grimm in all the world I got the one that's covered in flame resistant chitin." Says Cinis with a groan.
"Need a hand?" Calls a voice. Cinis turns to see his best friend Silver running towards him with a glowing white shield strapped to his left arm and sword in his right hand. "Now that you mention it I think I could." Replies Cinis. "Great! By the way switch to your usual weapons if you want to do anything." Says Silver. "Oh yeah. Probably a good idea." Replies Cinis. He dissolves his axe and shield into ash before deploying his actual weapons. A pair of long dark grey blades deployed from his arms. Coming out like hidden blades from assassins creed. Extending under his closed fist from the base of his elbow. At this point a lethal stinger is descending towards Cinis's face. Said stinger is blocked by Silver's shield. This gives Cinis a chance to jump onto his friends shoulders and grab onto the tail. He proceeds to super heat his blades and slice through the tail like a war axe through paper. Cinis then jumps off the tail and dodges the massive scorpions attempt to slam it's tail onto the ground and crush him beneath the enormous weight. While the Grimm scorpion is distracted Silver slams into it with his heavenly blade. Sending a wave of pulsating Gold, White, and Cyan energy slashing right through the monster. As the monster's legs are shorn off by this stunning display of power Cinis jumps next to Silver, where they cross their blades and proceed to send a beam of straight, spinning heavenly hellfire. Slamming into the Deathstalker and completely obliterating it. Chitin, blood, and fire spatter the road where the massive scorpion had been standing upon just a second before. Sorry did I say standing? I ment sort of lying there like a beached whale.
Cinis and Silver look up to see a horde of white robots descending from the sky, blasting the Grimm with yellow energy bullets. Cinis and Silver smile cocky little smiles. "We are bad assess!" Says Silver with laughter. "Think we can take on a Nevermore?" Asks Cinis. "Wait, there are Nevermores here? How the hell does that make any sense? Nevermores are way too big for that hole and the city has automated defenses to keep them from just flying in! So how the hell did they even get in here?" "Don't ask me. But it looks like we missed our chance." Says Cinis with a frown. "What makes you say that?" Asks Silver. Five seconds later a severed Nevermore wing crashes to the ground five meters in front of them. "Oh. Yeah our chance is gone." Says Silver sadly. "Look on the bright side man. We did this in view of a security camera. We are gonna be famous!" Says Cinis with a smirk.
Cinis had no idea how right he was. Currently watching the live footage was the council of Vale. And that evening, while they were yelling at Ozpin about the incident and informing him that General Ironwood was going to be in charge of the Vytal Festival, they also informed him of sixteen new candidates that they wanted as huntsmen and huntresses.
"Can this not wait until next year?" Asks Ozpin. "No. No it can not Professor. We need these people as protectors of Remnant. So we recommend you go out there and start collecting them as soon as possible." "Will that be all?" Asks Ozpin. "For now, but after this festival comes to a close, we are going to have a serious discussion regarding your position at Beacon Academy. General Ironwood's reports of these last few weeks have left us somewhat, concerned. I'm sure you understand." The Council of Vale disappeared from the screen. Ironwood's picture enlarges as he says his parting words. "This is the right move Ozpin, I promise. I will keep our people safe, you have to trust me."
As the Generals picture fades out and the screen turns to black Ozpin takes finishes off his coffee. He ended up deciding to go to a small coffee shop he knew. It would be almost deserted and it was in an area not hit by the Grimm. As he exits the shop he hears a chilling voice cut through his ears. "And where might you be off to Professor Ozpin?" Ozpin turns to see Glynda Goodwitch staring at him with a raised eyebrow. "Unos. I need to get out of the academy a bit." "Then I will accompany you." Glynda replies. Ozpin knows he would lose the argument if he attempted to persuade her otherwise. He simply nods and says, "Very well."
As Ozpin and Glynda enter the coffee shop they are surprised to see a small crowd. Ozpin recognizes several of the teenagers as the ones he was supposed to recruit. He informs Glynda of this. "Some of the kids here are ones the council wants as new students." He says quietly. "Interesting. So are you going too…" "Excuse me Sir and Mam, you are blocking the door." Ozpin and Glynda turn to see a pair of boys. One is dressed in an ash gray jacket and sweats with orange highlights. The highlights seemed to glow and move a little, as if they were a dancing fire. His hair is the color of ash left over from a night of fire burning in a fire pit. His eyes were a dark grey. Almost black, but his pupils seemed to hum with life. The other was dressed in a rather similar fashion. A non metallic steel jacket matched the color of his hair, his golden eyes a marked contrast to the rest of his apparel. He also wore a pair of blue jeans. He had cat ears sticking from the top of his head and a fixed smile. A light mustache covered his upper lip. It looked like it was only a few hours old so the boy obviously shaved regularly. These two looked like nothing more than the average teenage boys. And their names were Cinis Glaucio and Silver Nuada.
Ozpin steps out of the doorway. "Oh! My apologies. I was distracted by something." "It's fine." Says Cinis with a smile. The light in his eyes moving a little. Ozpin and Glynda order their drinks and sit down at a four person table at the back of the room. It was the only unoccupied table in the restaurant. Ozpin payed close attention to the two boys as they ordered their drinks.
Cinis gets in line with Silver right behind him. The waiter smiles and beckons them forward. "Let me guess, one black coffee with two sugars, one tea with milk and honey, and two blueberry muffins?" "You know us so well. It's almost like we're regulars." Says Silver. "That was a horrible joke Silver." Says the waiter with a smirk. "I know Amitola. I've had better moments." As Amitola hands them their food and drinks he says. "I hear talk that you boys defeated a Deathstalker on your own. That true?" "Yeah it's true." Replies Silver smiling. "Impressive. I heard from one of my friends at Beacon that it took an entire team of huntsman and huntresses in training to bring one of them down." Says Amitola. "Ha! We would apply if we were a little older and if they were accepting applications right now. But that won't happen for another couple of months." Says Cinis with a slightly rueful smile.
As Cinis and Silver search for a table they find only one place they can sit. They walk up to the table and ask Ozpin and Glynda, "Mind if we join you?" "Go ahead." Says Ozpin. Glynda just nods. As Cinis and Silver sit down they get the distinct impression that the man and woman in front of them were studying them. Cinis, being the more blunt of the pair, vocalizes it. "You're studying us." Ozpin just smiles. Cinis was also the one who didn't care as much so he didn't ask why. He just downs his tea in one swig. But when he opens his eyes the light had changed from white to orange. Ozpin raised his eyebrows. "Interesting eyes you have." Cinis just smirks and devours his muffin. Silver looks at Cinis with a slightly annoyed gaze. "God's sake Cin. Do you know what savouring your food means?" "Never enough time to savor food. Keeps me from doing the important things in life." Replies Cinis. "One might argue that if you don't savor life then you don't appreciate it." Says Ozpin with a smile. "I do savor life. I just don't savor food." Says Cinis. "Fair enough. So, here is a complete non sequitur. How would you like to join beacon academy?" Silver chokes on his muffin and Cinis just cracks up.
"Are you serious?" Asks Silver after his choking fit was over. "I am quite serious. My name is Professor Ozpin, and this is Professor Goodwitch. We saw the video of you two taking on a Deathstalker and are here to offer you a chance to use those skills to defend the people. Please be informed that there are fourteen other people we are approaching besides you, so you will be given your own teams." Cinis stops laughing just long enough to accept then returns to his fit of laughing, although by then it was more of a hacking wheeze. "Then meet at the transit terminal tomorrow at noon. Everyone will be there and an airship transporting you to Beacon."