Disclaimer - I own nothing of RWBY, RWBY is the sole property of Roosterteeth and Monty Oum.
Hi guys, this is my first fanfic ever and pretty much my first attempt at anything like this at all, so keep that in mind when you're wondering why it's so bad.
This is basically my attempt at an OC team story (original, I know) and I would love it if you could give any feedback at all.
Rated M because if it's not gory enough in the first few chapters, it certainly will be by the end. Also there'll be an unrestricted use of swearing and I may try a few ships with a couple of lemony chapters since this entire thing is an experiment to see what I can do, but they won't be that common.
Finally if you can figure out what franchise my characters' names are from before I introduce the second OC then bonus points to you. Enjoy!
Balthier grinned silently to himself. Beacon. He was finally here. After months of preparation he had passed the admissions exam into one of, no, the most prestigious combat school in all of Remnant. He was enjoying the moment while it lasted; it wouldn't be long until they were all thrown into the thick of it and they certainly wouldn't have any time to savour anything at all after that point. Although, trying to enjoy it would be a far more accurate way of saying it. The sounds of Vomit Boy retching over there weren't helping in the slightest.
Deciding that one can only be in awe of the view for so long before it gets boring, even one as spectacular as the one before him, he turned to scan his fellow hunters and huntresses-to-be on the airship with him. Most of them weren't much to look at; apart from the occasional muscle head they pretty much looked like a group of teenagers going out for a Friday night. Then again who was he to judge, he didn't exactly look very impressive himself. On the outside he looked like your average knight, stronger than most but not anything special. But underneath his crimson armour were enough muscles to lift and wield a sword with a blade that went up to his shoulders, which was lucky because that was exactly how he fought. Many a fight had been won due to opponents underestimating his strength. There was one girl caught his attention though, she was dressed in a red and black one of those combat skirts that were all the rage these days. She had hair with red tips on the ends and bright silver eyes. But the feature that caught his attention was that she seemed to be at least one or two years younger than the rest of them on the ship. If she was good enough to get into the school early, then she was certainly one to watch...
He wanted to meet her, and soon. If she was as good as her simply being there seemed to suggest then he wanted her as an ally as soon as possible. If she wasn't, then she was going to need all the help she could get just to make it through the first year. As someone who had always struggled at doing anything well in his early life, Balthier tended to take pity on the underdog. He spotted the perfect opportunity when she somehow managed to cause an explosion in front of the school. If first impressions were everything, then it would seem she's going to need a lot of help. He stood close by while he waited for the girl in white caught in the explosion to finish chewing her out. He thought he recognised the new girl from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it. All he could conclude though, was that she had the demeanor of someone who had gotten everything she wanted in the past and she probably didn't have to work very hard to get it. He finally remembered who she was when another girl appeared and identified her as the heiress of the Schnee corporation. None of the girls had noticed Balthier yet as he kept back, waiting to make his move, since they were too busy bickering. When the stuck up bitch had finally waltzed off and the other girl dressed in black had also walked away without another word, he went to offer the red girl a hand up as she had just collapsed to the ground. Unfortunately, someone else had the same idea.
Balthier was deep in thought as he walked to the main hall where the new students would be spending their first night at Beacon. He had helped up who he now knew as Ruby with the help of Jaune, aka Vomit Boy and went on a walk with them, trying to glean as much information as possible. He had found out she was not only one year younger than him, but two, and he was suitably impressed by her scythe, less by Jaune's sword but then it was old, and they don't make weapons like they used to as his dad used to say. He could feel himself starting to like Ruby but he wasn't sure about her yet, he didn't know anything about her. The question he had to ask was why? Why was she here? He had never heard of anyone skipping ahead two years into Beacon, not even in false rumours. He wanted to ask her what she did to convince Ozpin to give her a place but then the blond knight had turned up out of the blue and ruined that. He didn't trust anyone here, not yet. He had made too many mistakes in the past for him to accept people at face value. So what now? Ruby had left the two of them as soon as they reached the meeting point for all the new students and Balthier simply said goodbye to Jaune and found a spot to listen to Ozpin's speech. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but a rather depressing explanation of how what they were expecting from the school wasn't what they were going to get certainly wasn't it. He supposed he would just have to wait until the partners and teams were announced. He knew no more than the rest of them as to how the teams would be chosen, but he guessed that the students wouldn't have much say in the matter. Balthier decided there wasn't much else left do but sleep, so he got down to do just that. Unlike many of the kids here, no one from his school had gotten in to Beacon except him. He had no one to chat to so sleep was really the only option. Unfortunately sleep isn't very easy when people are having a heated argument not ten metres from you. Turning over he was rather unsurprised that it was Ruby again and her "friends" from in front of the school as well as another person he didn't recognise. He couldn't get a good look in the dark but she seemed to have practically golden hair. Eventually they decided to give it a rest for the night and do what many others were; get some sleep before the hard day ahead of them. Balthier was left alone to his thoughts until he too drifted off into dreamless sleep.
"Well Glynda? What do you think of the newest batch?"
"I think we have a rather diverse group this year sir. Ranging from the excellent, like Misses Schnee and Nikos, to the ones I think should be sent home now, before they get hurt. Remind me again why you allowed that Arc boy in, and Miss Rose is far too inexperienced in combat for this level of training!"
"I have my reasons Glynda, you know that. What about young Mr Blut?"
"Balthier Blut yes? The one from the Henry Floyd Combat School? I don't remember anyone else from that school making it here but I do recall his entrance exam; he was adept with most weapons we gave him. In fact he could match our swords expert blow for blow, and the bow expert, and the spear expert... You were the one to interview him weren't you, did he tell you what his semblance was?"
"Yes"
"...But you're not going to tell me what it was."
"No."
"Fine, have it your way, just remember I too have a say in the goings on of this school."
"I'll keep that in mind until the next time you remind me."
"I'm sorry sir, I missed that. "
"Nothing Glynda. Nothing at all."
Sorry it's quite short. It just seemed like the only way to end the first chapter since this and the second one wouldn't fit together very well.
Unfortunately I probably won't be very regular in my uploads since my life is pretty chaotic at the moment but I'll try to make it at least once a week, once a fortnight at worst.
Anyway, please review, any feedback is great, and I'll have the next chapter up in the next couple of days since it's already half written
