Name: Jean Paul Saxon
Height: 5'8''
Age: 17
Skin Color: Pale white
Semblance: Unknown
Weapon: Variable
Beacon, a prestigious school for anyone who wishes to be a Hunter or a Huntress. It was like one of those schools with a 5.2% acceptance rate or something of the sort. Basically, if you work your ass of hard enough, you might get accepted into the school.
Shouldn't be too difficult, I don't have much to do anyway… He thought, pulling up a chair and grabbing a book off a stack of textbooks on his desk. The wall behind his desk was filled with sticky notes to serve as reminders, or just notes for his studies. The sketches plastered on the wall were weapon designs he thought of, and would one day, fabricate. Despite having a weapon to his name, he felt like he wasn't satisfied with just a single weapon. He justified the thought with the belief of being prepared for any situation.
Auras, and semblances… Hmm… He thought, recalling what they were, and recalling his. Auras were the manifestation of one's soul, and could be used with enough practice. A semblance, well, he considered a semblance to be vague, merely considering it to be ones personal power. With the recollection of information, and lessons from the past, he was able to formulate a conclusion.
Cocaine's a hell of a drug.
J.P. could be considered as the person at the back of the class who minded their own business, a quiet, friendless loser to others. The belief of ranking people by the amount of friends they had disgusted him, attending different schools further reinforced his stand on the matter. He's seen people belittled over the number of friends they had, and popular people gaining more over their social status.
I wonder if there'll be people like that at Beacon… He thought, imagining the students Beacon took in. Fresh people are prone to cults and peer pressure during their first year of school.
He moved over to the tray of dust at the side of his desk, the tray of crystals were placed on another desk adjacent to the table full of sticky notes and books. Nowadays, it was difficult to purchase any kind of dust without the words "Schnee Dust Company" plastered around it. Ever since the company's success, it dried out other dust shops and forced them to close down, indirectly making way for the SDC to expand.
Dust…
The main reason humanity survived, and cheated extinction. The advent of dust turned the tables of the war with the Grimm, but with humanity further understanding dust, it's been used for a variety of purposes. Their study of dust has lead them to the integration of the crystal to their everyday lives.
Conclusion: If it wasn't integrated into any form of usefulness, and was instead considered a drug, people would be snorting it's powdered form.
But even snorting something of that substance was dangerous. Something as small as a sneeze into its powdered form can lead to disintegration, evisceration, and incineration.
Revised Conclusion: Don't do it at home.
Gonna need to get more dust for my weapons. He thought, glancing at the amount of crystals, and powdered shady substances he had left.
I remember a local dust shop around here He thought, vaguely remembering a shop ran by an old man. Guess that's where I'm going.
From Dust Till Dawn, what an odd name for a shop. It was clever, or witty, whichever floats your boat, but fucking weird. But what overshadowed it's weird name was a shady looking person wearing a plain black jacket, a black cap, and a pair of dark jeans. Along with a slightly bulky backpack.
At least the streets are empty, right?
He arrived at the dust shop, just outside the establishment. He was about get closer in order for him enter the building, only to be stopped by the sound of glass shattering. Glancing at the commotion, he spotted a girl with scythe in her hands facing a group of individuals inside the shop. Three of them wore matching suits, red shades, and a red tie. One individual stood out from the rest, he had a red-lined white suit, black pants, along with a grey scarf and a bowler hat.
That's… Unexpected… The bystander thought. He watched the young girl skillfully swing her scythe in her hands, and plant the blade on the ground, as if getting ready for a fight.
Turns out she was picking a fight with someone.
"Get her!" The orange haired individual ordered, the three other men nodded, and ran out the door, charging at the armed girl.
…I hope I'm not on the wrong side… He thought, putting on a metallic face mask that transformed to cover the rest of his head, except for the hat, cause you know… Why not?
The young girl used the planted scythe to swing herself around, and kick the first henchman right in the face, knocking the red shades off him. Two other men followed, running blindly at her, she repositioned herself, and fired a round off her scythe causing her to spin like crazy, and hit one of the men. The third dude got dunked on by the weapon when she continued using the momentum she built up and brought the dual-purpose weapon down on his gut.
Did I even have to do this? Jean thought, wondering why he even bothered to bring his gear out when this woman could take care of them just fine.
A fourth numbskull started shooting at little red riding hood, but before the bullets could even reach their target, she moved out to dodge at past the possible speed limit enforced on the street.
Guess I can contribute. He pulled out an auto rifle, and changed the fire cycle (I'm not sure if that's the right word) to semi automatic, and loaded in a magazine with a blue strip at the bottom.
Cryo rounds, freezes the target on impact. Target: stationary. Cover: Oxygen.
If you fuck this up, shame on you. He pulled the trigger the moment he had his sights on the target, causing a blue colored projectile to come race out of the barrel, and leaving blue, icy tracers as it travelled through the air. He followed up by changing the dust type on the magazine, swapping it to a red colored powder, and combining it with green dust.
Jean pulled the trigger again, sending a projectile trailing with small amount of steam coming from it. The moment it hit the target, the bullet exploded, shattering the ice and sending the henchman flying into the air and landing in front of the orange haired man.
Her course of actions was interrupted when her target was suddenly encased in ice by a projectile coming from behind, and blown off by another from the same direction.
"Huh?" Ruby wondered. She turned to the source of the projectile, and saw an individual dressed in all black armed with a rifle. She couldn't see his face as it was obstructed by a layer of tinted bullet proof glass, accompanied by a badass cap on his head. The unknown individual raised his thumb up as a way to scream "Are you okay?" She smiled, and nodded in response to her ally.
"You were worth every cent, truly you were." The bowler hatted person said, looking at the body in front of him.
"Well, Red, and uh.. Blacky, we can all say it's been an eventful evening," The grown man stated, addressing the two kids in front of him. The young boy tilted his head to the side, and slowly shook his head as a way of saying "What the fuck…"
The grown man dropped his cigar, and snuffed it out with his cane.
"And as much as I'd love to stick around…" He raised the same exact cane, and pointed it at the duo. "I'm afraid this is where we part ways." A targeting sight pulled up on his cane as he continued to aim at the duo, demonstrating the other purpose of his stick.
She probably couldn't see it from the mask, but his eyes were as big a dinner plates at the sudden revelation. A red projectile came out of the cane as he was ogling at the cane pointed at them.
Shit. The girl in front of him positioned her scythe down, and flew upwards, successfully dodging the projectile.
You kidding me?! He screamed internally, watching the girl fly upwards and dodge with ease. He raised his hand in front of him as an attempt to block the red orb with a barrier. Instead, he was sent skidding across the ground as a result of a weak barrier.
Wasn't strong enough, didn't have enough time to fully erect it. He thought, picking himself up. His newfound ally landed on the ground and ran up to him.
"You okay?" She asked, concern apparent in her voice. He instead, pointed to the side in response. As she turned to glance at where he was pointing, she saw the man climbing the ladder in an attempt to flee.
"Got it." She said, turning back to him. Turns out, the shop keeper came out to the front door to look around.
"You okay if I go after him?" She asked the owner.
"Uh huh." The owner replied, his voice sounded old. Well, he does look old.
She ran ahead and utilized her weapon to get a lift up to the roof.
God damn, I'm never gonna be able to catch up like this… He thought, groaning at the thought of climbing the ladder just to follow her.
By the time he reached the rooftop, he was greeted by the sight of a middle-aged, woman with blonde hair holding a wand up, and a glyph in front of her, shielding her and little red riding hood from an explosion. The blonde woman swung her wand, causing multiple purple colored projectiles to aim for the bullhead in front of them.
He stared at the scene in front of him, taking in everything that was happening. His thoughts were interrupted when a woman wearing a minidress with glowing amber eyes present herself to the two women in front of him. And she did not look friendly.
The newfound enemy threw a fireball at the Huntress on the roof. The blonde Huntress blocked the incoming ball with a glyph, breaking the projectile into shards of cinder. But the hostile wasn't finished as she used the shards of cinder to produce an explosion beneath the Huntress. Their newfound ally performed a backflip to move out of the area of effect, and controlled the shards that emanated from the explosion, turning it into one huge shard itself and launching it at the VTOL aircraft.
Really love shards of solid matter, huh? He thought. The nasty woman on the Bullhead tried utilizing fire to melt the massive projectile coming right at them, but the Huntress was prepared as she separated it into multiple tiny fragments and reverted it back to its original form after the hail fire.
The pilot tilted the aircraft sideways to deflect it and avoid a direct hit from the giant rock. Blondie separated it into three projectiles, and was in the process of driving it into the aircraft until the hostile burned them off with a heatwave.
The young girl in red tried to aid the Huntress by transforming her scythe into firearm, and firing at the enemy, only for it to be blocked by the hostile.
Right, same tactic. He thought, swapping the dust type he had on the magazine, and firing at the woman onboard the aircraft. The moment she raised her hand to block the incoming bullets, the bullet formed ice on impact, temporarily freezing her hand. The moment he saw ice form from the bullet, he pulled out a pistol, and aimed carefully for the enemy's arm.
One. Shot.
Jean pulled the trigger, and released a red bullet from the pistol. He watched the bullet traverse towards it's target, everything felt like it was going in slow motion as he waited for the result.
An small explosion erupted from within the aircraft, it small enough to stagger the woman, but not big enough to take down the aircraft. The young girl in red, and the Huntress turned to the source of the intervention, and saw a masked boy. The girl in red recognized him, but the Huntress didn't.
While they were caught up on staring at each other, orange, circular figures began forming beneath them, it didn't take long for him to figure out what it was. Both him, and the Huntress had the same idea, he rolled out of the way while the Huntress waved her wand, and pushed the teenage girl out of the blast radius. The moment she was safe, she hauled ass out of the area as well.
Their enemy took advantage of their actions and flew off into the distance, leaving them to watch as they flew away.
"You're a Huntress!" The teenage girl exclaimed. The adult only looked at her with a serious expression plastered on her face. And then, there was a moment of silence as he watched the two, wondering if the Huntress was gonna say anything.
"Can I have your autograph?" The young girl asked in an enthusiastic manner.
Oh boy…
AN:
Hello, to anyone reading this. This is my first attempt at a RWBY fanfiction, please do avoid flames as I will not be accepting them. :\
I may have had some redundant things written there, and I apologize for having those there (If there are any). This was written at 1 AM, and my mind isn't very active, at the moment.
The MC may seem like a mute, but let's just say he doesn't talk much.
The title is just a placeholder, for now, and is subject to change.
Reviews accepted, constructive criticism as well.