Blue eyes cracked open as the sunlight burned into them. He could barely get the motivation to get up at this point. His face was all but covered in sand from the previous day wandering through the desert on his way to Vale. Vacuo lived up to its reputation as the sandy shithole it was. With an annoyed sigh, the man got up out of his bed and meandered his way over to his supplies. After he had gotten the bag loaded to his back, he opened the flap to his tent, immediately getting whipped in the face by the sand. His facemask blocked most of the substance from getting in his mouth, but he couldn't do anything about his eyes or hair, which was now a grainy red from the sand. He took down his tent and began to make his way onward towards the direction of Vacuo, heading directly for the airship to Vale. His trek was not an easy one, needing to head over to Vale before RWBY and JNPR started their tenure at Beacon.
He had no idea how this was gonna work, or how it was gonna go. He was basically dropped on this planet twenty years ago by some unseen force and immediately made it his goal to stop Salem. But if there's one thing he learned is that goals change over time. He was now more focused on making sure his tribe was okay through every bit of it. His master had taught him that the tribe was always at the forefront of his heart, and he took that lesson to heart. Now all he needed to do was head over to Beacon and apply for a minor position there. Something that would let him watch from the sidelines and intervene when he needed to.
His trek to the city of sand and stone was marked a success when he arrived at the gates to the large city. The guards at the front had stopped him. "We need a name." One of the guards said. The man sighed, and dug out his sand covered passport. He had his fake name on it. ""You may pass, Mr. Reynolds." And with that, the man stepped through the gate. The city was alive, more alive than he had last seen it be, although that was through the screen of a monitor back on his other planet, back before he was sent here. After he shook the sand out of his hair, he made his way to a local booth to ask for directions, only to be stopped when he felt an aura intrude into his personal space. His hand flashed back to catch the hand of the attacker and he caught a gloved hand making it's way into his pocket.
"If you're looking for lien, im afraid you'll find none here." He said, turning to look at the assailent. His mind froze when he saw the mess of blonde hair and the blue eyes. Before him was standing the leader of team SSSN in the future, Sun Wukong. He let go of the hand and backed away. The aforementioned monkey Faunus looked at him wearily. "What's the matter, old man? You look like youve seen a ghost." He might as well have. How log had he been preparing for a moment like this? Ten...Twelve years? And yet it still hit him like a truck. He returned to his normal flat expression before he looked to regard him. Did he call him an old man? He was only twenty seven. "Just keep your hands out of my pocket and ill leave you to your business.'
And with that, he turned and left, his cloak flowing behind him. Today was not an uneventful day. He sighed as he made his way down the street, trying his best to ignore the future huntsman's gaze.