A/N: Screwthehype here, with my first ever attempt at a legitimate crossover. Hope this doesn't suck too much.
It was peaceful at Beacon Academy. Birds were singing, bees were buzzing, and no annoying students to be found. Glynda Goodwitch was enjoying her day. The busty, platinum-blonde professor was just sitting on a lawn chair set up in Beacon's courtyard, sipping her tea. Life was grand.
"And how nice it is for me and the other teachers today. Students won't be arriving for another two days. No screaming masses, no messy food fights, no footmarks all over the pathways, no gum on the columns, and best of all no duties to be had. Just peace and quiet. Ahh…"
Suddenly, that peace and quiet were interrupted, for in the middle of the courtyard a portal opened up. And boy, was it loud, obnoxious, and annoying. And also, a cause for concern to the Huntress. "What in blazes…"
Blazes, indeed. The portal was not uniform, not a perfect ellipse, no unchanging spiral mass. It was an blue and green, amorphous blob, looking enough like a circle or an egg. The center of it was rippling, as if it were water, and a stone was dropped inside it. This contrasted with what was on the outside of the portal- a wavy, wild, turquoise-green flame.
And then, a duffel bag was roughly tossed out of it. Following after the duffel bag, a pair of feet, devoid of any clothing save for white and yellow ankle wraps, stepped through. Following them was a pair of pant legs, a nice sheen of brilliant white, but with noticeable wear and tear, especially around the ends. Covering his knees were a pair of metal guards. Soon there came a waist, wrapped with rope, and a pair of hands, enveloped with a pair of azure sparring gloves. Next followed a low-cut, sleeveless, martial arts gi, colored a golden yellow, that showed his arms and his shining elbow guards. Next, the figure's face came into being. The head was adorned with long, yellow hair, and below it was white headband. On the part that went over the forehead, there were a pair of yellow arcs. The figure, whose face had feminine figures, opened up its azure eyes.
"Yahoo! Beacon Academy, here's Jaune Masters-Arc!" Stepping onto the paved road, the portal behind him closed. As he breathed in the fresh air and admired the beauty of the castle-like building, Jaune noticed Glynda Goodwitch standing there, riding crop in hand and purple, tattered cape blowing behind her. Minding his manners, he quickly stood ramrod straight, and deeply bowed.
"Oh, hello there, Madam. I am Jaune Arc, a prospective student hoping to enter Beacon." Rising back up, he realized that the entire courtyard was unnaturally empty and silence.
"Hello, Mr. Arc. I am professor Glynda Goodwitch, head combat instructor and aide to the Headmaster. As you can see, there are no students mulling about. This is because you warped in here two days early." Despite the calm in her voice, she said all this with a stern, strict, slightly annoyed, visage. Embarrassed, Jaune scratched his cheek.
"Well, I feel silly. Whelp! Seeing as how I've already arrived, is there any place for me to temporarily store my bag? And an empty space for me to rest?" Resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose, Glynda sighed heavily.
"Before any of that gets taken care of, young man, we need to see Headmaster Ozpin about this manner."
"I'm already here; I came when I saw the portal." Coming from behind the professor was a tall and wise-looking mand. In one hand, he held a cup of coffee- the other held a brown cane, with a unique hilt design reminiscent of clockwork. He wore a well-pressed suit, had a green scarf wrapped around his neck, and was currently pushing a pair of crooked glasses up his nose. Jaune noted the mop of silver hair adorning the man's scalp.
"Jaune Arc, Correct? Might I ask what you're doing at my school two days before it actually starts?"
"Sorry, sir. It seems that there was a misunderstanding with the date that school started." The youth said all this while scratching his cheek.
"There's always that one student… I guess it can't be helped. Come along, young man. Your tour starts early." Taking a sip of his coffee, he motioned for Jaune to follow. In respect to his elder, and in awe at the inner power he felt from the man, Jaune followed like an obedient dog. Being Ozpin's aide, the platinum-blonde professor followed after them. They walked silently through the halls until they came across a wide, open, but darkened room. Ozpin clapped once.
"Lights." And voila, there was light. As Jaune could see, they were on a circular area, surrounded by raised seats, with stairs to both sides, allowing access to the stands. Hanging from the far side of the room were four monitors, two large, and two small, with the smaller monitors in between the two large monitors. Underneath the monitors, there was an entrance to another area.
"This is beacon Academy's arena, where students like you will undergo combat classes, free sparring, and various different simulations, from android free-for-alls to obstacle courses. This also comes with the standard Holo-Environmental SimStages, which should only be accessed by teachers. Across from us is one entrance to the locker rooms. Let's have a look inside."
They came in, and Jaune gave it a looksie. He could see closed doors to either side of him, one marked with a male symbol, the other with a female symbol. As Jaune looked around the rest of the locker area, he noted a sight he hadn't really seen before: 2-metre-tall lockers, with the usual high-tech HoloPads, and what looked like thrusters on the side of each one.
"As you can see, the locker room hosts restroom facilities for persons of both genders. We also come equipped with lockers that can store whatever weapons and combat gear you bring with you. However, Mr. Arc, we cannot give you a locker just yet, as you have not yet fully passed all requirements to be a student of Beacon." Something clicked in Jaune's mind.
"Right, you guys have an initiation given to all first years." In response to his rudeness, Glynda smacked Jaune on the wrist with her riding crop.
"Correct," Ozpin continued on, ignoring the sharp *thwack* behind him. "Now, initiation is different between school years. Do realize, then, that you have absolutely no idea what you will be facing." Jaune gave a nod.
"Well, it can't be worse than throwing someone off a cliff."
Ozpin, mental note: This year's initiation, fist years will be thrown off a cliff. "I'd assure you with an example, but that may give away a potential surprise." They exited the locker rooms through another path, and wound up in another one of Beacon's hallways. Walking down it, the tour party of three eventually stopped at two grand doors. Opening it, Ozpin revealed to Jaune a grand mess hall, filled to the brim with tables empty tables. He counted three different buffet tables, each one with plates, trays, and silverware. He counted several vending machines scattered across the room, holding popular drinks like "People like Grapes" and "Birdie's Brew".
"As you can see, we hold an expansive mess hall. Over there are the buffet tables- lunch cooked by our chefs are free- and scattered around are different vending machines. If you don't want, we have water fountains scattered throughout this room and the school. Since there isn't much to say here, other than try not to have overly destructive food fights, we will continue to our third, and last, stop."
As they moved on, Jaune felt a chill run down his spine, as if a powerful and dark presence was nearby. Looking around, Jaune caught a glimpse, for the briefest of seconds, of an ethereal form. It was clad in purple flames, but warped as soon as he saw it. Because of this, he couldn't exactly identify the figure.
"B-being trained Hunters and all, surely you two felt that odd, mysterious, and malevolent presence near us right now, right?" Stopping in their march, the two teachers looked at Jaune with some level of confusion. Professor Goodwitch voiced her opinions out loud.
"A malevolent presence? Near the school?" Jaune nodded, with a small bit of franticness.
"Y-yes, I saw it near that window over there. It was only for a split-second, but I swear I saw what looked like a purple, evil flare outside that window there."
Always that one student, "Most likely, it was a spirit from the past. Beacon Academy has, shamefully, lost students over the years from outside sources. We are also built on Beacon cliff which, despite being a symbol of hope, is also the site of several bloody battles. It isn't uncommon to sense, or even see, a ghost roaming these halls. However, none of them have enough power to so much as move a cloud of dust. Now then, Mr. Arc- Mr. Arc?" A petrified Jaune lay as still as a statue, right across one of Beacon's tables.
"He passed out once he heard the word 'ghosts'." Headmaster Ozpin just pinched the bridge of his nose, and shook his head.
There was only darkness and silence around him. Slowly, as he regained feeling in his legs, Jaune Arc's eyelids opened. Feeling groggy, he sat up, and noticed the wide space he was in. With the tall windows and high-class drapery, it looked like a ballroom. As he looked around, noticing the marble floor and the columns and the high ceiling, he realized that he WAS in a ballroom. Sitting down across from him were the two professors that guided him on his tour, Headmaster Ozpin and his aide, Glynda Goodwitch.
"Not many people who aspire this line of work have a fear of bodiless souls, you know." Calmly, Ozpin sipped from his mug of coffee. The blonde teen rubbed the back of his head.
"With all due respect, sir, my uncle has a fear of spiders, yet he's a winner of several combat tournaments. I doubt that this line of work, mixed in with my common fear of ghosts, would be too problematic." Glynda gave the lad a slightly disapproving look for the tone he used on Ozpin. Said Headmaster, however, just smiled.
"Good enough. Speaking about family, your father paid us a visit himself." Jaune nearly choked on his spit.
"Wait, dad was here?"
"Yes, he was. He came to apologize for sending you here early. He also came to give you something, a present if you will." Ozpin signaled to Glynda, prompting the teacher to get Jaune's gift. Without even lifting a finger, Beacon's Witch showcased her Semblance, a special ability brought forth from one's soul. Her semblance was telekinesis, and Glynda could hardly believe that she was using it to pick up and move a small parcel. Gingerly, she set it down onto Jaune's lap.
After a moment of silence, Jaune began to unwrap his gift. As he did, he started to become delighted. Inside it was a short sword, only as long as his arm. The handle was a brilliant shade of blue, and was decorated with a golden pommel and hilt. The blade itself was a brilliant, shining white that easily reflected Jaune's face off of it. Jaune whispered its name, as if in reverence.
"Crocea Mors." The blade that hung over his family's fireplace, handed down for generations among generations to the firstborn son of the Arc Family. It was something he's wanted to hold, and someday use. To this end, alongside the traditional hand-to-hand combat his family taught him, Jaune also sought external tutors to help him learn how to use a sword. And know, he could finally use his family's sacred blade.
"Knowing your father and uncle, you must not have much practical combat experience with a sword. After we finish our tour, I can open up the training room for you to use. We have mechs at the ready for students to use." Jaune stopped admiring the sword, and held it at his lap as he sat in a traditional position, both knees on the floor, waiting for Ozpin to continue.
"As you can see, this is our ballroom, held for large social events. Until initiation is complete, you, and the other first-years that will arrive in two days, will be staying here." Jaune waited for the man to continue.
"That is all we have on our tour. Glynda, please lead this young man back to our arena." His aide nodded respectfully, and motioned for Jaune to get up and follow her. Just as they were to walk out the doors, Ozpin's voice stopped them.
"Jaune. Do know that I have high hopes for you. However, realize that you don't have to match the accomplishments of your father and uncle. Dismissed." The two blondes silently continued on their way. Taking a sip from his coffee, Beacon's headmaster was left alone with his thoughts and words.
"Welcome to Beacon, Jaune 'Mel' Masters-Arc."
A/N: I totally could've done this entire chapter better. I mean, this thing is, like, sooo mediocre it hurts.
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