I highly implore new readers to make sure they're familiar with the preface stated in Chapter 1. That being said, here is the Google Doc link: Make sure you're on tinyurl, then type this after the slash: nyterngr2

Legend: [?] = ?; [N] = Nyter; [G] = Galer; [R] = Rodger; [Ru] = Ruby; [Y] = Yang; [Gl] = Glynda; [J] = Jaune; [B] = Blake; [W] = Weiss; [O] = Ozpin

Chapter Two

A small child stirs in the darkness. Two senses this time… Smell, and touch. He can smell… water. He feels his surroundings, only managing to make out the cold touch of wet concrete. No, three senses… The child can hear. He clings to the wall, attempting to stand on his feet.

[?] "If only you knew how powerful you will become, boy."

The child feels himself collapsing on the ground but instinctively catches himself with all fours.

[?] "So you can already catch yourself without even the use of sight? You're progressing faster than I thought you would."

His voice was deep, unconcerning. There was a hint of raspiness, akin to an elderly man, but not frail. It was powerful, in fact.

[?] "Well? Are you going to get up?"

As careful as possible, the small boy stands up from his position. Even though the boy can only see darkness, he moves his head from left to right, as if he could see something.

[?] "Hearing and eyesight already? My, my. You're going to be my prized trophy, boy. Well? Say something. You have vocal chords, don't you?"

The child hears this command, and opens his mouth, only to close it again and clench his fists.

[?] "No speech yet? Damn. We were getting so far."

Fists still clenched, the boy can feel the man's eyeballs piercing him like daggers, even through this pitch black darkness.

[?] "I'll be back soon enough, boy. Keep growing. Do not disappoint me."

A door is heard is heard closing, heavy and metal. Alone in the absolute darkness, the boy sat.

[?] Alone. Darkness. I am alone in the dark. I don't like the dark. It's scary. I want to talk, but I can't. I want to see, but I can't. Who am I…

The boy is lost in his own thoughts. The time passing is irrelevant to the boy, he is simply waiting for the next time that door opens. Usually, only food is placed into his room, which he must find himself now that he can feel and hear. It doesn't take him too long since the room isn't very large at all. From days and days of feeling the floor and walls, the boy has mentally mapped out the room to be a perfect cube, only around 10 feet in perimeter. This food is tasteless, as that is the only other sense other than sight that the boy is missing. Months pass- or was it years? Without proper senses, it's impossible to accurately differentiate how much time has passed. The boy tries to speak and manages an audible squeak.

[N] I did it! I just have to try more… I can make noises, so I can definitely talk!

After several minutes of attempting to speak words, the boy is finally able to make out a phrase:

[N] "I c-can dooo it."

The voice is extremely dry and whispered, yet audible. The exasperated speech has left the boy with a sense of wonder. More time passes by, and the longer time passes, the easier it is for the boy to practice his speech. The boy talks to himself every time he regains the energy to speak again, but can only last a few seconds before his diaphragm collapses over and over. However, progress is made, and the boy notices that the more he talks to himself, the more frequent he finds food in his room. This entices the boy to talk more, and in turn, he receives more food and energy to speak in longer sentences and phrases. Eventually, after some time of failure and successes, the boy's voice is nearly completely functional. It is rather soft, faintly in-between tenor and high bass. The boy sleeps for a while, happy with the results of his vocal training. After some time asleep, he is violently awoken by the opening of the large metal door in his room.

[?]"I am back, boy. Let's see how far you've come, now."

The boy stood up straight in his position and opened his eyes, even though he knew it wouldn't make a difference. He could feel his legs were longer than before, and the height difference it took him to stand against the wall was evident that possibly years have passed. The darkness that the child knew for so long was no longer there, however. He was able to make out another color: Orange. Dark orange. He could also make out a gray background… Looking around, the boy sees four walls, and above him is a blinding light.

[N] I've only seen darkness… And now I see white, gray, orange…

[?] "Come now, tell me something. Are your senses completely returned? Can you speak?"

[N] "Yes."

[?] "Ohoho! You have made me a very happy man, boy."

[N] "Why am I here? How much time has it been?"

[?] "You'll get answers once you give answers. Can you see?"

[N] "Shapes and colors, nothing distinct."

[?] "This is good. This is very good. You have made me happy, and so I will reward you. You deserve this, boy. Do not, however, take my kindness for granted."

The boy is able to make out the orange shape leaving, yet the door is left open. Seconds later, the orange shape enters with a larger black shape. It creaks and squeals as it enters the room, indicating it's very old and composed of metal.

[?] "Sit down in here. There's a nice comfy chair."

The seat is very cold as the boy sits on it, and not comfortable at all, contrary to the man's statement. He feels his legs and arms being strapped, which instinctively causes him to fight back.

[?] "I told you not to take my kindness for granted! This is a present to you, and you will accept it. Do you want to starve again? I won't feed you for nine days if you keep this up."

Reluctantly, the boy sits upright in the chair and ceases struggling. A device is strapped to his head, fastened similarly to a helmet. The man is heard pressing various buttons and pulling levers, seeming to grunt with a few of them.

[?] "Now, this may hurt, but it will be nothing compared to what you've already faced. You'll be thanking me for this, boy."

One final lever is pulled, and the boy screams in immense agony, continuing to hysterically yell. The pain is nothing he has ever felt before as if two-thousand needles were inserted into his skull at once. The pain ceases after a few seconds. Tears are falling down the boy's face, along with drool, mucus, sweat, and blood. After a minute or two, the boy's mind is faced with an extreme influx of information. Every nerve is firing at once, being supplemented by unnatural energy. This goes on for an inconclusive amount of time, prompting more screaming from the boy. The information given is knowledge of auras, people, historical figures, landmarks, the outside world, culture, geography, vocabulary, grammar, laws of physics and scientific formulas, creatures that reside outside, and much much more. After some time, the information ceases, providing a temporary sanctuary for the boy.

[?] "What I have just done to you is given knowledge. Knowledge of the outside, of people who have changed history; knowledge of souls and auras, and the power they can provide. Science, history, math, all subjects normally taught to people for several years. But you've just learned all of it within a few seconds. That is my gift to you. Now, some of this information may fade, but most of it will stick. Hopefully, you don't forget everything when the time comes to leave. I'll let you stay here for a small while longer before I need you again."

The straps on the helmet are unfastened, with the legs and arms following after. The boy remains in the chair, looking down. He can see his legs, covered only by a tattered pair of pants, covering his thighs. He has no shirt, and can plainly see his malnourished abdomen and frail body. He slumps onto the cold, wet ground. The last thing heard is the machine exiting and the old man chuckling to himself.

[N] I was in darkness for so long. I could not see anything. Now… now I see everything. Everything is very clear to me. I was alone, left to my own devices. My own tattered mind and soul. It was all so very black… yet there was a shimmer of hope. Like the moonlight illuminating a small patch of otherwise dark undergrowth. The night is a wondrous thing. It conceals, yet unveils. The wonderful night. What is my name? Do I have one? I'll make one. Night… Nighter. Yes, that's appropriate. Alternate spellings? Nighter, Nyter, Naiter… No, I'll choose Nyter. How long have I been here? Months? Years? Who's to know. I've been alone for a long while. It doesn't matter. Actually, now that I have my senses, I can feel something. A sixth sense? Or is this what's called aura? The manifestation of my soul… And some people can control it. Well, it's not enough to control it. I must bring my aura to my every whim. I have to leave here. I will not suffer another day.

Nyter retreats into his mind, forcing himself to view his aura. Nyter finds himself in darkness, though he can walk as though he were on solid ground. The darkness penetrates his psyche, providing an unwelcoming feeling.

[N] I will dispel this darkness. You no longer have control over me, demon. You will fall.

Nyter holds out his hand to the darkness, attempting to force its submission. There is no success, however. Nyter's hand slumps back to his frail frame.

[N] Of course. I cannot be of sound mind without a sound body. I will put my knowledge to good use.

Egressing from his mind, Nyter takes a moment to sink in his surroundings.

[N] I am in a cell. Four walls, one large metal door. Ten feet by ten feet, with a large lamp overhead in the ceiling. Provides adequate light. This will do. There are no cameras. That is the old man's first mistake. I will wait for my next meal and then begin my training.

Several hours pass, with Nyter doing nothing but sitting in the center of the room, waiting for the food to come. The slit in the door opens, revealing a rather large meal, more plentiful than Nyter has ever been given. It still remains tasteless, however.

[N] It appears the old man was pleased after all. That bastard. It's time to get to work.

Nyter scarfs his meal as if it were his last. He then thinks on the knowledge he learned about public health and exercise.

[N] Assuming that my frail body can't even handle one push-up, what can I do, then, to build my strength? Hmm… I'll have to support myself with my legs first, and work my way up from there.

Nyter locks his legs together and crosses them. He then begins to do several pushups, yet collapses on the third.

[N] Damn it. No time to stop. Have to keep going.

Continuing to exercise, Nyter does several sets of three, always collapsing on the third. This process lasts for several hours. A new meal comes by, just as plentiful as the last, and Nyter once again wolfs it down.

[N] If he keeps feeding me like this, I'll have enough energy to keep strengthening my body. Hopefully, he doesn't come by soon. I need time.

Hour after hour, day after day, Nyter repeats this process. He notices slight muscle build, much better than his frail arms were before. However, he knows that there is a long way to go. Once again, Nyter completely loses track of time, training his body and mind for several days, weeks, perhaps even months. This methodical training puts an ease to Nyter's stress, as he finally has a way to pass the time, rather than laying in the cold corner, frail, helpless, and weak.

[N] I will become stronger. Once I do, you're the first to go, old man.

Nyter notices he can now adequately do standard exercise regimes, capping out at around 30 full pushups, 100 sit ups. Nyter looks down at his body and feels content. He can no longer see his stomach sinking in. Rather, it is replaced by a very faint set of abdominal muscles. His forearms and biceps are also no longer thin and weak, looking to be about average for one his size.

[N] I now look like an average human being. My body is sound, now my mind must be unclouded.

Sitting down in the center of the room, Nyter attempts to once again insert himself deep within his mind. He faces the familiar darkness anew, with refreshed vigor and stability. He raises a hand to quell the darkness, but nothing occurs. Rather, the darkness shifts. It radiates between an entire grayscale, finally stopping at just between gray and black.

[N] I like this color. "Gray" is bland. I will instead call it dark silver. Yes, that pleases me.

At this moment, Nyter is struck with a deep power. This power is felt residing deep within, providing him with an enormous sense of comfort.

[N] So this is what it feels to unlock my aura. Interesting. Shame it took so long. Time to see what I can do with this.

Exiting his mind, Nyter brings himself back to the real world. He looks at his hand and attempts to radiate his aura. A dark silver outline overlaps his hand.

[N] Yes, progress. This is wonderful. What else can I do? What are the limitations to using my aura?

Nyter begins to think of a shape. A ten-centimeter by ten-centimeter cube, completely enclosed and opaque. Opening his eyes and looking at his hand, he can see a small cube, ten centimeters by ten centimeters exactly, colored with a dark silver lining.

[N] Excellent. This is the power of aura. I will force that old man to rue his decision to give me information to such power.

Once more, the time passes as Nyter alternates between sleeping, meditating, creating shapes and objects with his aura, and eating.

[N] Let's try something more difficult. A weapon. A dagger, in fact. A simple one.

Nyter looks down at his hand, yet sees no object.

[N] It seems I must be more precise. Hmm… Dagger, composed of a hilt measuring three and a half inches, with a two-inch guard, six-inch blade, double edged, ending in a stiletto tip.

A dagger appears in his hand, to the exact specifications of his liking. Albeit, the dagger is completely hollow inside. He can feel the weight, and it's not as heavy as it should be. He twirls it around his fingers and attempts to create a small incision in his palm. Blood trickles down the blade, and Nyter lets out a sigh of relief.

[N] I actually didn't expect it to be sharp. That is astounding. However, I'll need something bigger than a small dagger. I need just a little bit more time. Damn you, old man. How much time have you already given me? Is this my curse? No matter. I'll wait. I will prepare for your next visit. I do hope I don't disappoint you.

Being left to his own devices, Nyter has been finding himself the entire time. The more time passes, the more Nyter grows acclimated to his newfound power. He can create two objects, now. Three. Four. The days mold together, giving Nyter plenty of time to practice.

[N] Okay. Let's try a sword now. Hilt… four inches. Guard is three inches. Blade, the most important part… short-sword, one handed, so let's go with twenty-seven inches. Doubled edged. Tapering down to a fine point.

Nyter implants an image of the sword in his mind. It is perfect to his exact specifications. He mentally reaches for it, grasping its grip with his left hand. Nyter pulls the sword from his mental image and opens his eyes. In his left hand is a blade, short-sword, which is completely enveloped in an opaque dark-silver outline. Again, however, it is hollow.

[N] Damn it. Hollow again. I'm not sure how sturdy this will be. I don't have enough energy to fill the sword in… It's just a shell at this point. Perhaps instead of filling in the blanks, I can strengthen the outline.

Nyter pours the last of his energy into the outline of the sword, seemingly reinforcing it with a glowing aura. Standing up, Nyter strikes the concrete wall of the cell. The sword appears to crack but is still together.

[N] Perhaps this will be enough. Now to try and remember knowledge of sword-play… Was that included in the transfer?

Attempting to scour his mind for reference of sword-play, Nyter finds exactly what he was looking for. Indeed, he has referential knowledge of how to use a sword, but it's useless without practice. Nyter takes what he can learn, and settles for a while.

[N] This knowledge is practically useless without a target. However… I'll have one soon enough. Not even you could escape my wrath, rat. I will wait.

And so, Nyter sat. It did not take long for the locks on the door to be heard shifting.

[N] Perfect timing, rat. Let's see how nimble you are in old age.

As the last lock was being unlatched, Nyter materialized his weapon. He stood against the wall perpendicular to the door so as to ambush the old man. The door creaked open, and Nyter was ready to pounce. The one who stepped out was not his target, however. There was no old man, but rather a slender female who entered. Her shoulder-length hair was the color or light purple, such as lavender. Her attire simple consisted of a necklace with a cross-shaped talisman and a dark blue dress. The surprise of this caused Nyter to lose focus, and as such, caused his weapon to dematerialize.

[N] What trick is this old man doing? I have never seen this woman in my entirety here. Perhaps she visited when I was blind? I had never heard a female voice.

[?] "Good evening. I see you're fully functional. He didn't tell me you were such a strapping young man."

[N] Strapping young man? My hair reaches my torso and I smell awful. What is she talking about? No matter. I'll see what she has to say and then I'll kill her.

[?] "You can speak, can't you? Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid of me. He's gone now."

[N] "Gone? What do you mean? Explain yourself."

[?] "Demanding already? My my, what a free spirit. Yes, gone. He's dead."

[N] Dead? Is that why I haven't seen him in so long? Damn it. I wanted to be the one to slide a blade in-between his rib cage. "How did he die?"

[?] "We had no use for him. He exhausted his purpose. Additionally, we didn't particularly agree with his methods."

[N] "And what of me? What is my fate now? Left here to rot in this damned rat cage?"

[?] "Quite the tongue on this one, isn't there? You are done here. You are going to follow me."

[N] "And if I don't?"

[?] "I'll kill you where you stand and we'll start over with someone else."

[N] She has to be bluffing! She couldn't take me.

[?] "If you think you can take me down, you're free to try. I will subjugate you to my every command."

[N] I can't risk dying here. I've built up too much. I'll follow her until I can clearly see my demise.

Nyter follows the woman out of the door, making it the first time he has seen anything outside of his cell since he arrived as a child. There are dimly lit corridors on either side, illuminated only by a flickering light mounted to the wall. The smell is dank and musty, and mold is seen growing in small patches along the bottom of the walls. The woman leads Nyter through the left corridor, walking past several unlabeled doors.

[N] "Am I allowed to ask questions or is that confidential?"

[?] "I'll see if your question is worth answering."

[N] "Where are we?"

[?] "That one's simple. Underground, of course. You think this filthy facility would be anywhere close to the surface?"

[N] Underground… I wouldn't know the first thing about escaping this place. Damn.

[N] "Where am I going?"

[?] "You're going to meet someone you should have met a long time ago. Sadly, the old bastard taking care of you didn't tell us you were successful at all. In fact, he was completely malnourishing you on purpose. You were supposed to be fed three times a day, but he fed you once, or not at all some days. That's why I removed him from his position and started feeding you myself."

[N] That's why I was getting so much more food?

[N] "What is your name?"

[?] "Lilac."

[N] "Why am I here?"

[L] "Because you have a purpose. We're here now. Don't make any sudden moves, and definitely don't make a bolt for it. I'll catch you and break your legs if I have to."

[N] "How old am I?"

[L] "Ah, but you've exhausted all your questions! Sorry about that. Perhaps I'll tell you if you agree to spend a little more time with us."

Nyter and the woman both stopped in front of another unmarked door, completely identical to the previous doors they were passing. Lilac reaches around her neck and unlatches her necklace, revealing a small key. Breathing a sigh, she reluctantly presses the key into the lock and turns two full revolutions clockwise. Leaving the key in the lock, she opens the door and motions for Nyter to enter first. He obliges, keeping his guard up. Upon first entering, the room is filled with various electronic equipment, including large hard drives and servers, along with much more wiring surrounding the place. A man also sits in the corner of the room, typing on a computer with several different monitors and countless tabs open. His attire consists of a large white overcoat coupled with black shoes and white slacks. His hair strikes a dark orange, akin to a low fire. Noticing the door opening, he quickly turns around to view the visitors.

[?] "Oh dear! It was as successful as we thought! This is good, this is very good."

[N] "Who are you? Why am I here?"

[?] "My apologies. Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Howard Torchwick. I am deeply sorry for the mistreatment you have endured, but it seems you have been well taken care of recently by my assistant. It is wonderful to meet you. Your name is something you probably want to know, correct? Well, allow me to explain. Your name is-"

Nyter notices that the man's speech has cut off instantly at this point, only moving his mouth while producing no sound. Nyter's vision begins to fade, completely drowning in darkness.

[R] "This is bad… What do we do? If he dies, we die too. His heart rate is slowing down to a dangerous rate."

[G] "I have an idea, but it's not really the smartest."

[R] "If you think it'll save him, just do it!"

[G] "Alright. Sorry about this, Nyter. Ozpin, don't worry, this won't kill him. It'll just hurt really bad."

Nyter suddenly wakes, gasping for air in a cold sweat. He feels tremendous pain in his right leg, causing him to scream in-between breaths. Opening his eyes, Nyter sees Ozpin standing over him, looking quizzically as if he is looking right through his soul.

[R] "Wow! It actually worked! Nice job! I underestimated you, Galer."

[G] "Nyter, calm down, the pain will subside."

[N] "What the hell is happening?!"

[O] "It appears that you fainted a few seconds after you released your companions. We believe you may have somehow gone into shock"

[N] Shock? No wonder… I haven't released Rodger and Galer in a while… It probably took all of the energy in my body to materialize them.

Nyter takes in deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down and assess the situation.

[N] Was all that a memory? Did all of that really happen?

[N] "Thank you for waking me, Galer. How did you do it?"

[G] "Would you believe me if I told you I shot you in the leg?"

[N] "Haha, you bastard. Hurts like hell. I can't complain, though, you may have just saved my life. How long was I out?"

[R] "Not long. Around half a minute."

At this moment, Nyter realizes one crucial detail. Rodger and Galer are still materialized. He looks over at Rodger, who has his bow strung around his back. He's quite muscular, as a result of training with physical hand-to-hand strikes. His auburn hair is short and messy, and his attire consists of a sleeveless brown leather vest and dark utility pants. To his left stands Galer, who is seen unloading his handgun. His slicked-back hair is shimmering in the light, glowing a deep black shade of green. He places his weapon back in his shoulder holster and puts his hands in his black slacks. His dark vest contrasts with the white dress shirt and red tie underneath, while it retains the badge Galer was given upon completion of police training.

[N] "How are you guys still materialized? Shouldn't you have been gone the second I fainted?"

[G] "Yes, we should have. We're just as clueless as you are, Nyter. Would you like us to dematerialize? I don't want you wasting more energy than you already have. Your aura is plentiful, but even that has a limit."

[N] "I actually feel fine, full of energy, in fact. But to save myself from fainting again, I'm going to ask you to retreat please."

[R] "No problem. We don't want you dying."

[G] "Sure thing. Just don't materialize us again unless you absolutely need to."

Galer and Rodger are both seen dissipating, leaving only trails of their respective aura colors behind.

[O] "Well, that was nothing less than interesting."

[N] "That is the power I've been given. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have complete control over it, as you've seen just now."

[O] "When I first found you, I felt the enormous amount of aura in your body. I did not expect it to be even this powerful, however. I am impressed, and I do wish that you continue to be enrolled in my academy. Do you accept my offer, Nyter?"

[N] Attending the academy… Well, I don't have anything else to do. What do you guys think?

[R] Well, it gives you time to get to know Ruby Rose, doesn't it?

[G] You also have an opportunity to become a hunter. You may gain invaluable combat skills. You have the knowledge, but you've never had the practice on Grimm. This can prove to be your greatest course of action. If you decline, however, I will still support you.

[N] "I accept your offer."

[O] "Wonderful. I have personally scheduled your classes for you, so you needn't worry about that. Now, let us hurry to the entrance ceremony. I have a speech to give."

[N] "Lead the way."

Following Ozpin down the elevator to enter the auditorium, Nyter notices his leg has no wound, but it still hurts immensely. The pain of his leg causes him to limp, forcing himself to put weight on his non-injured leg. Ignoring his circumstance, Nyter reflects on his memory.

[N] I believe I may be regaining portions of my memory.

[R] Really? That's great! Now you can know what the hell happened to you.

[G] Well, if it only occurs when you faint from extreme exhaustion, is it really a blessing?

[N] Actually, it was almost like I was dreaming. It felt completely real, though, which is why I believe it to be a memory. I remember stark visuals and feelings of pain. Not to mention the crippling darkness… It still haunts me to this day. Perhaps I will unveil more when the time comes.

Nyter and Ozpin split off, with Nyter going towards the standing crowd and Ozpin ascending the stage. Looking around, Nyter notices the large decorative spires behind the stage, containing a large aquamarine jewel in place of a window. The walls are even more intricate, with intertwining patterns and sunken reliefs. Nyter also notices Ruby talking to her sister, with Jaune standing awkwardly to the side.

[N] Gotta make sure I don't make this limp noticeable. Don't want people questioning me.

Nyter decides to make his way behind Ruby and Yang, standing beside Jaune. Ozpin steps up to the microphone, adjusts his glasses, clears his throat, and begins his speech.

[O] "I'll… keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge; to hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

[N] Knowledge can only carry you so far… I'm glad I learned that.

[R] Now that that's over, let's see what our friends are talking about.

[G] Our friends? They don't even know we exist.

[R] They will. Right, Nyter?

[N] I'm not so sure about that. I'm afraid I may fall unconscious once more if I materialize you guys. While that may reveal more about my past, I'm not sure if you can snap me out of it again. That was a risky move, and it was pure luck that gave you success. Also, if I were to simply tell them you exist, I would look like a maniac.

[G] He makes a good point, Rodger. They don't even need to know about us. At least, not unless we're forced to work with some of them. Even then, their knowledge of our existence isn't paramount.

[R] I understand.

Glynda now approaches the microphone, sharing one final message.

[Gl] You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed.

[R] Gather in the ballroom? With the girls? In pajamas? Oh boy. I'm so glad you accepted Ozpin's offer.

[G] I would counter your useless remark with an even more useless insult, but I'm feeling generous today. I'll humor you for this one.

[R] Nice to know I'm finally growing on you, Spinach.

[G] Why do you insist on that nickname? My hair is almost completely black, it looks nothing like spinach.

[R] Because one, it provokes a reaction, and two, when I first noticed your aura color, that's the first thing that came to mind.

While Galer and Rodger bicker, Nyter instead focuses on Ruby and Yang's statements.

[Y] "He seemed kinda… off, don'tcha think?"

[Ru] "Almost like he wasn't even there…"

[N] If I saw what he just saw, I'd be off too.

[J] "I'm a natural blonde, ya know."

Nyter chooses this opportunity to get acquainted with Weiss and Jaune.

[N] "Hello there… Weiss, was it? Sorry to get off on the wrong foot with you today. I was a little on edge."

[W] "I suppose I was also not in a stable state of mind. I accept your apology. Allow me to properly address myself. I am Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. "

[N] Schnee Dust Company… What do I have on that? Was I given knowledge of that company?

Nyter quickly recedes into his mind, attempting to find any information relating to the Schnee Dust Company.

[N] Hmm… all I've got is a small history of the company, with rumors of it being unethical for reasons not particularly stated.

[W] "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something to attend to."

Weiss is seen strafing out of the doorway, ever so elegantly, appearing to be in a rush. Jaune, Ruby, and Yang are off to the side making small talk, while the rest of the crowd seems to be disbursing to gather their overnight belongings. Nyter decides to speak to Jaune, attracted by his simple weaponry. Tapping Jaune on the shoulder, Nyter leads him away from Ruby and Yang.

[N] "Hello, Jaune. I'm just here trying to get to know everyone. My name is Nyter, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

[J] "Well, since you already know my name, I suppose introductions for me are out of the question. But because I like flashy introductions, here it goes anyways! My name is Jaune Arc, short, sweet-"

[N] "And it really rolls off the tongue."

[J] "Uh, yeah… How did you know that?"

[N] "You're a pretty loud talker. I was just trailing behind you and Ruby earlier, didn't mean to eavesdrop. In any case, I like your sword. Can I see it?"

[J] "Sure. It's my grandpa's. He used it during the Great War. I guess you could say it's more of an heirloom…"

Jaune unsheathes his blade without grace, and places it between his hands, displaying it to Nyter.

[N] "This craftsmanship is amazing… A very hardened steel, coupled with a peened pommel to prevent loosening of the grip and tang from repeated trauma to the blade. I like this sword very much, count yourself lucky. You may see it as a simple sword, but it's much more than that. Make sure you treat it with care, and it'll make sure you stay alive."

[J] "Thanks, Nyter. I hope you don't mind me asking, but where is your weapon? I thought we were instructed to keep our weapons during the ceremony."

Yang bursts into view with Ruby, letting both Nyter and Jaune know she was eavesdropping.

[Y] "I was also wondering about that, it seemed pretty weird that you didn't have your weapon on the ship here, or at any point since we've seen you."

[Ru] "Yeah, I also wanted to know why you didn't have your weapon on the ship. Did you get into Beacon without having one?"

[N] Sigh. There's no point in lying to them, is there?

[G] I'm sure you aren't the only one who can control their aura into physical objects. I see no harm in letting them know.

[N] Well, I hate lying, but I don't particularly want them to know what I can do. I believe I can twist this to my favor without lying to them.

[N] "Oh, you're right. My mistake. Allow me to grab them. I don't particularly enjoy talking to others while I have my weapons on me. I prefer for them not to be on edge."

Nyter quickly exits the vicinity and moves to a location that is unpopulated outside. Looking around to make sure no one is nearby, he begins his thought process.

[N] Shortsword. Hilt, four and a half inches. Guard, four inches. Blade, eighteen inches. Profiled taper, fine point. Blade width, two and a quarter inches. Double edged. Pommel, circular, half-inch width, inch and a half circumference. Longsword. Hilt, 6 inches, two-hand grip. Blade length, thirty-three inches. Guard, five inches. Double edged. Pommel, half inch longer, otherwise same.

Two swords, each to Nyter's exact mental specifications, appear in each hand. The shortsword appears in the left, while the longsword appears in the right. He places them on his makeshift sword buckles and proceeds to reenter the room.

[N] "These are my weapons. Dual swords. Though they aren't my only ones, I am also proficient with a rifle, handgun, and a bow and arrow. I also like hand-to-hand combat."

[Y] "Wow, that's pretty impressive."

[Ru] "Do you have those weapons with you too?"

[N] "Not at the moment. They'll be arriving tomorrow just before training."

[N] Oh boy. I need to get out of here. I dislike the attention.

[N] "Well as much fun as it was conversing with everyone, I'm going to go ahead and take a nap."

[Ru] "What? But we aren't supposed to sleep until several hours from now!"

[Y] "Yeah, dude. What's up with going to sleep so early?"

[N] "Just catching up on some lost sleep. I'll talk with you guys later tonight. I'm more of a night owl anyway."

[Y] "Whatever floats your boat, guy. Come on, Ruby. Let's go explore!"

[J] "Can I come?"

[Y] "Uhhh… I'd love for you to come, but today is sister-sister bonding day, sooo..."

[J] "As a boy who grew up with seven sisters, I know that day isn't until three weeks from now!"

[Y] "Um, we're celebrating it early… Let's go, Ruby!"

Yang drags Ruby by the hand, prompting Jaune to awkwardly follow them. Nyter takes this peaceful break to lay down on the floor and contemplate on today's events.

[N] Perhaps I'll be more talkative when the sun goes down. You do know how I enjoy the night.

[G] Perhaps you enjoy it a little too much. Your love for roaming during the darkness often leads you to lose sleep, Nyter.

[N] That's fairly hypocritical coming from you of all people.

[G] I'm just looking out for your health.

[R] I agree with him. You may feel full of energy, but you should still get an adequate amount of sleep after that whole fiasco in Ozpin's room.

[N] Don't worry, I won't stay up too late. I'll simply do some talking with my fellow friends. Who knows, maybe they'll become my teammates.