***Authors Note: Hello! In this Fanfiction the current storyline will not be followed, other than the fact that Ruby and her friends are in te second year. I will be introducing four characters of my own, as well as my own plot line. Characters from the show that will not be included in this are as follows; Team SSSN, White Fang, and Cinder's Faction (Cinder, Roman, Neo, Mercury, and Emerald). The story will mainly focus on my four characters and team RWBY and team JNPR. Please also note that I've made some personal touches on the world of remant, such as making a fictional kingdom. I'd also like to mention that I in no way own RWBY, that ownership belongs to Monty Oum, and it is only because of him that I will have such fun creating this Fanfic, enjoy!
Chapter One: Introductions
The day was an important one, not only was it the first day of school for Beacon Academy, but initiation day for the first years. Beacon Academy looked as it always had, the tree's and flag draped-poles leading the new students to the main building. Most of them could be seen nervously talking to their peer's or simply walking alone, apprehension like make-up on their face. There were four boys who looked particularly unconcerned with the situation, walking along in comfortable silence towards their destination. One walked lazily in front of the others, arm's carrying bags and his head banging to music. Another was completely hidden from view, a silver traveling cloak hiding his face completely. The one with the traveling cloak glanced at the person walking next to him, nodding to himself before turning back. The adjacent companion smiled lightly, his eye's hidden by tinted sunglasses. The jammed out leader lashed out with his bags in the heat of the song, their last companion nonchalantly ducking under the accidental strike, not even looking up from the book he was reading. In the sea of nervousness and fear, the four young men were like a circle of rhythmic peace.
The new students were corralled into the amphitheater, standing on the right side while their junior's stood on the left. Once everyone had entered silence filled the hall, though the leader continued to be oblivious and air guitar to his music. His cloaked friend gave him a gentle swat, the boy taking out the earbuds with an apologetic grin.
"Greeting's students, new and old, welcome to Beacon Academy" Professor Ozpin began, pausing at the polite applause.
"Today is initiation, being such I'd like to go over a few things as well as a couple changes to the initiation process itself" Ozpin continued, pausing once more.
"This year's initiation is divided into two phases, Singular Combat and Team objective. To explain I'd like to introduce General Ironwood, who will be overseeing this year's initiation" Ozpin announced, stepping back for the fellow headmaster. He smiled and waved at the applause, Glynda rolling her eye's behind him. Ospin smiled in suppressed humor. The cloaked initiate visibly straightened at the general's appearance, clenching his gloved fist.
"Thank you, thank you everyone! It's a true pleasure to be here and i'm just as excited as you! Now, in the first phase all initiate's will be facing a grimm on their own. My men and I will be over watching the proceeding's to make sure no one is seriously injured. Let me make it clear, if my men must step in to save you then you will be unfit to continue on to phase two. The staff here will be watching you, studying you and putting you all in teams for phase two, any questions?" Ironwood paused, pointing at an initiate in the front.
"Will the Grimm's be very tough?" she asked, clearly nervous about the question.
Ironwood smiled sympathetically before answering, "You should be able to dispatch them based on your primary school training, no worries dear, we won't allow you to get hurt". "Bullshit" the cloaked figure mumbled, getting a raised eyebrow from his head banging companion. Irownwood answered a few more questioned before cheerily commanding them to follow Miss Goodwitch to the locker rooms.
"Alright everyone quiet down!" the teacher instructed, the initiates falling dead silent. She cleared her throat before continuing; "Staff members and myself will go around collecting names and checking your documents. This needs to be done quickly so cooperate and answer all questions honestly!" she instructed sternly. The students complied, getting into small groups whispering quietly and awaiting for the staff to approach. Once again the four boys stood out, being the only laid back, unbothered, people in the room. Naturally they seemed like they'd take the least amount of time to Glynda so she immediately headed over to them, her scroll and digi-clipboard in hand.
"Greeting's gentlemen, names please?" she asked, preparing to search the school's data-base with her scroll.
The grinning leader took out his earbuds, "Marco Polo" he said happily, a smile never leaving his face. His green eye's sparkled with the same joy she heard in his voice, he seemed a bit too jolly for his own good.
"Age 18, graduated from Signal?" she asked, not looking up from her scroll.
"Right on, Mrs. G" he replied merrily, her eyebrow twitched in slight irritation. She'd let it slide, there was no time to scold him for rudeness.
"Mason Maniger" the fire haired teen said, taking off his aviator's to reveal bright red eye's.
"Age 16, graduated from Signal?" she asked once again.
"Yes, ma'am" Mason answered, his voice as light as a feather. Glynda found this surprising considering his appearance, but there was something in his documents that made her even more surprised.
"You're also a half-grimm?" she asked, her voice harbored disbelief. She couldn't help it, half-grimm's were far and in between, he would be the first one enrolled in beacon. Mason silently nodded, Marco handed her a card. She looked at it closely, it read; Half Grimm Guardian-Marco Polo. She quickly typed in the card's code, getting an affirmative beep. She handed back the card and looked expectantly at the cloaked companion.
"Jace Snider" he said, his voice was hard as steel. It took Glynda a moment to read through his background. It would appear he'd been born in Vacuo, growing up and having his primary education in Atlas. It also seemed he had a connection to Ironwood, but she'd look into that later.
"Age 22, graduated from Atlas basic and intermediate training?" she asked simply, Jace answering in an affirmative grunt. The dark skinned book reader was the last to go, he did not take off his small, circular rimmed, purple lensed glasses.
"Theo Aylan" he said quietly, his voice holding something like a subtle wisdom. Glynda's eye's widened when she saw his documents showed nothing part from his age and his body measurements.
"Excuse me but you have nothing on your record, could you elaborate?" she asked, interested in what he had to say.
"I come from the kingdom of Madiki, miss" his deep but quiet voice rumbled. Of course, that explained everything. Madiki was a fifth kingdom of Remnant by name but all it really was was a bunch of untamed wilderness and native tribes. Recently the grimm's influence in the kingdom had progressed alarmingly fast, many people in Atlas said the kingdom would be filled with grimm by the end of the year. She felt a pang of pity as she sent a message along with Theo's document to the database.
"Alright, thank you all for your cooperation, you may leave your luggage in the amphitheater, good luck to you all" she said in farewell, moving on to the next group. One thing bothered her though, how everyone in the group had something definitive about them except for the Marco Polo boy. He was normal as far as she could tell. Either way, only time, or rather the initiation would tell.
The group now stood in patient waiting, their unique silence broken by a loud yawn from Marco. "Man this thing hasn't even started yet and i'm already tired!" he exclaimed, yawning again.
"You did sleep the entire way here" Mason pointed out, Jace standing up straight from leaning on the lockers.
"And you kept us up all night because you couldn't hold in your excitement!" Jace said, taking an annoyed tone.
Marco shrugged with an unsympathetic grin, "Sorry man, you know how it is", Jace only grunted in reply. Marco put in an earbud, silently swinging his head and waiting for his time to shine. Theo pulled out a pocket watch from his vest pocket, regarding it for a moment before tucking it back in with a flick of his wrist. Mason put his sunglasses back on, his brows furrowing afterwards.
"Hey, Marco?" Mason asked, switching his gaze between Marco and the now reading Theo.
It took a moment for Marco to hear and answer him, "Sup, Mas?"
He glanced once more at Theo before asking; "Should we have told her Theo's blind?"
Meanwhile in the amphitheater Team's RWBY and JNPR sat together on the bleachers, occasionally glancing at the giant screen lowered for the junior's to view. Ruby and Yang talked animately on people they saw that might have a chance in the initiation. Blake had her nose in a book, only glancing up once in awhile to see if the screen had come to life. Weiss on the other hand sat silent and, well, bored. She didn't want to sit here for hours on end just to watch a bunch of newbies barely manage to dispatch their target then do a sloppy job in the second phase. At least she could silently chuckle at Nora annoying Rin to no end.
"Isn't this exciting Rin?! New Initiation, new people, awesome-battle-kick-butt-awesomeness!" she buzzed, Rin sighed.
"You said awesome twice, Nora" he informed, Nora stopping mid-rant with a thoughtful expression.
"Oh. I guess I did-Anyways!" she lit up again, talking at a lightning fast pace. He sighed again, wishing he had some food to shut her up with.
"How many initiates do you think will make it, Pyrrha?" Juane asked, Pyrrha seeming to think for a moment.
"From what I saw, I think, Twelve? Maybe." Pyrrha responded, Juane shrugged his shoulders and waited for the initiation to start.
On the raised stage sat Ospin, Glenda, and Ironwood, sitting around a set of their own screens.
"I don't see how this will be better, Ironwood" Ozpin said doubtingly, turning to a ruefully smiling Ironwood.
"It is Oz, I assure you" Ironwood said, leaning to his right to whisper to one of his men.
"Did you notice anything interesting in the locker rooms?" Ozpin asked Glynda, who simply handed him some paper documents.
"Marco polo? I've never see him, shouldI know him?" Ozpin inquired, Glynda thought she saw Ironwood narrow his eyes but it happened so fast she couldn't tell. She turned her attention to Ozpin, "No, he just struck me as odd is all" she said resigned. If Ozpin hadn't heard of him, he couldn't be bad news, she was sure of that. The Screens buzzed to life, the amphitheater falling silent. A blond boy appeared on the screen, sitting at a desk seeming to wait for a cue. His body gave a start when he realized the camera was rolling, immediately plastering a grin to his face.
"Welcome ladies and gents, im your announcer and fellow student John Micheals here to bring you a commentary for something awesome and exciting; the initiation!" John Micheals exclaimed, getting a light cheer from the juniors. Weiss sighed, hoping to whatever god controlled their fates that this wouldn't be a giant waste of time.