The bullhead swayed gently as Blake smirked at her blonde-haired friend as he tried his best not to reveal the contents of his stomach to the entire freshman class. It was rather hard not to burst out laughing, after all how often did she get to see this interesting sight?

A girl in yellow backed away from the boy in question, afraid of being too close to the ticking time bomb of vomit. The hydraulic pistons beneath the aircraft shifted and Jaune sprinted toward the exit of the aircraft. Blake calmly strolled after him, exiting to see her friend hunched over a nearby trashcan.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen". Jaune grumbled his response into the bottom of the barrel. Blake wasn't planning on letting this one go any time soon. Blackmail material was few and far between.

"Something tells me that we are going to be taking bullheads more often. I mean, there aren't any other ways getting back up here after all". Blake's ears twitched as she tried to pick up on Jaune's response. She caught some of it. Something about where she could stick her sarcasm.

Behind her, the other students were unloading, leaving the area as fast as they could. That probably connected to them cringing at the smell next to their only escape route.

"So, are you planning on standing there all day, or are we going to go to the auditorium?". Jaune groaned into the trash can.

"Just go ahead. I'll be a minute". Blake shrugged walking off towards the school. The stench was starting to get to her. Jaune could take care of himself. He always had.

Blake strolled across the campus toward the entrance hall, all the while examining her surroundings. They were beautiful, ornately made pillars and columns supporting glass and smooth stone. Green engulfed the area, lush trees and green grass surrounding evenly paved walkways interconnected like a giant interlocking system. Blake wasn't normally interested in architecture, but anyone could see that the campus was beautiful.

Blake sighed as she took in the fresh air. Dust exploded and Blake was ripped from her happy thoughts, hand grasping at the hilt of her weapon. She relaxed when she turned around to see the source of the commotion, a red headed girl wearing some expensive clothing apologizing to a short girl with red tipped black hair who had fallen down, soot lightly covering both of them.

Blake let go of her weapon looking around once again, seeing a clear glass vial of dust. She picked it up and walked towards the pair. Her guess that it was one of theirs was confirmed when she approached. The red-haired girl noticed breaking off her apology to look at her.

"Ah. That's one of mine. How did… I'm sorry to be a bother. Thank you for returning this". Blake raised an eyebrow, definitely not expecting the heiress to the world's largest supplier of dust, conveniently named Nikos Dust to be attending a combat school, let alone Beacon.

"It was no hassle at all. My name is Blake, and it is nice to meet you Ms. Nikos". Blake noticed the apologetic smile become more rigid, more forced.

"It is a pleasure; however, I must see to my bags before the initiation ceremony. Take care". The girl took the vial, securing it in a suitcase among many others and directed the luggage forward towards a building where several other trolleys of belongings were also headed.

Blake only watched wondering what had caused the girl to practically run from her, but she quickly threw that to the side. She extended her hand.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Blake, Blake Belladonna". The red clad girl grasped her hand.

"Nice to meet you Blake. My name is Ruby".

(-)

Yang checked her scroll again hoping to see that she had a missed call or text from her father. No such luck. She pocketed the device heels tapping against the stone floor. Here she was in Beacon academy and a burning desire to be out looking for her sister was the only thing that burned in her heart.

She was counting weeks rather than days that her sister was gone at this point, a prepaid ticket to vale the only clue to her whereabouts. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, or why she left. All that they knew was her destination weeks ago.

Her father had contacted everyone he knew about it, but nothing had come up. It was as if she had disappeared just like her mother had. Yang shook the thoughts out of her head as the combat instructor took the stage.

"Welcome to Beacon Academy. You few were chosen to partake in the initiation event to enter our prestigious academy. However, before that occurs, the headmaster has a few words to say". The blonde-haired teacher stood aside to make way for a grey-haired man.

"Thank you. You have come here today seeking many things. Some of you seek to better yourselves, others to prove yourselves, while others still to cast off who you once were and become something else entirely. When I look amongst you however, I see wasted energy in need of direction. You have come to this school hoping knowledge will free you of your burdens, and we will provide it. It is up to you to take the first move. I can only hope you were right". The blonde woman stepped up to the microphone as the headmaster stepped away.

"Initiation will begin tomorrow at eight. The dining hall will be open until ten and open at five tomorrow. You will be sleeping in the auditorium tonight. Until then, prepare yourselves for the upcoming test". Yang got up off of the wall she was leaning against turning to exit the room. Her eyes scanned the room landing on a boy with his back to a column, his legs fight against gravity slowly losing as he slumped to the floor, eyelids drooping.

She could sympathize. The headmaster's speech had been vague and boring, and this was the place they were sleeping after all. She watched with amusement as he slowly lost ground, finally coming to a stop after he touched down.

She turned away from the boy, a few people left standing around the hall. Yang left to get food. She completely missed the pair of girls walking over to the blonde boy she was watching, among them one wearing a signature red cloak.

(-)

Ren sighed as he watched his childhood friend stack her plate sky high with waffles. He felt bad for whoever had the unfortunate job of taking care of the waffler after breakfast. The machine was being run into overtime as Nora drowned the machine in the remaining batter and throwing whatever electric current she could muster into the doomed device.

The result was obvious in hindsight, one stack of perfectly made waffles, one happy Nora and one broken waffler. It also implied syrup being missing and several large bills for maintenance of school cooking supplies and several ingredients in need of being restocked.

He sat down next to her, his plate of rice, vegetables and fruit eclipsed by the foot-tall tower of cooked batter and syrup that his friend had already begun to reduce in size.

He worked at finishing his own meal before he was taken away from it in by sugar enhanced Nora. He almost made it through the entire plate before he went flying down the hall with an orange and pink blur attached to his waist, or was it that an orange and pink blur went flying down the hall with him in its arms?

He was in the locker room in a minute, frowning that he had left his dirty dishes unattended to. His mother despised whenever he would do that at home.

Ren reached into his locker, as Nora tried to open hers, the mechanisms inside of it not working at how fast his friend was typing in her code. He pulled out his weapons, the set a design that he had created and his father had made from the best materials he could get his hands on. He lovingly called the weapons Storm Flower.

The pairs of handguns were quickly attached to the hooks inside of his jacket, strings pulling them safely into the confines of his sleeves. He ensured that everything was working as intended before closing his locker gently. The locker next to his shuddered as Nora shut it, revealing Magnhild. Nora lifted the hammer up, showcasing its return to her with more fanfare than was absolutely necessary.

"Witness the awe-inspiring sight of…". Nora slammed her hand into her locker as the mechanism holding it shut unlatched. Ren backed off as the door came millimeters from smacking him, instead denting his locker.

In moments, Nora was once again lifting Magnhild, light shining off of the hammer as well as several metal plates across her body, silver armor mixing well with the pink underneath. A girl nearby rolled her eyes at the display, muttering something under her breath.

"Witness the awe-inspiring sight of Nora Valkyrie. I see one of our company is already trembling in their boots. Fear not for I shall not harm you". A blonde-haired boy wiggled his foot as he pulled on a set of combat boots. He looked up at the ginger haired girl looking upon him.

"Thanks. Truly I am in awe of the mighty – uh… what's your name?". Ren raised an eyebrow while his lifelong friend left her pose to extend her hand towards the guy.

"Nora Valkyrie, nice to meet you". The gloved hand of the guy met hers.

"Jaune Arc, pleasure's all mine".

(-)

Ozpin looked out among the students alongside the cliff, Glynda marking each student and plate that they were standing on. He inspected each of them, confirming the decisions he had made had been the desirable ones.

Indeed, some of his initial evaluations had been accurate in whom would meld well with whom. For example, he had assumed that Ms. Schnee would avoid Ms. Nikos at the very least, with some more violent outcomes being possible. It would seem that chance was on his side and the pair had not met directly, either by Ms. Schnee's design or by random occurrence.

Another few were unexpected yet welcome, Ms. Rose bonding with Ms. Belladonna being a prime example. There were a few that were worrisome however. A blonde-haired teen stood amongst the students attempting not to look over a dozen plates to her right at a red cloaked student he had all but personally invited. It would seem that Ms. Xiao Long had only just figured out that Ms. Rose would be attending.

The student in question stood next to Mr. Arc and Ms. Belladonna, engrossed in conversation with the latter while the former seemed to have zoned out, looking across the forest in front of him. Upon closer examination however, it was if he was looking for something, his eyes shifting slowly across the forest below.

It seemed as if he was already suspicious of the test. Ozpin cleared his voice and all chatter stopped.

"For years, you have trained, honed your skills and today your abilities will be evaluated in the emerald forest". Glynda's voice raised up behind Oz, and the attention of the assembled students switched from him, to the stern blonde beside him.

"Now I'm sure that many of you heard rumors about the assignment of teams. Well, let us end your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates today". The attention switched back to the headmaster as he began to speak.

"It is important to be paired with someone you can work well with, since you will be with them for the rest of your time, here at beacon. That being said, the first person that you make eye contact after landing will be your partner for the next four years." The image of glass cracking seemed fitting to the student's reactions, the plans they had made shattering, high pitched noises coming from Ms. Rose, voice cracking at how high her voice had risen.

"With that said, your test begins now". The launch pads fired students in twos and threes, each to the designated landing zones, each one next to another potential student. Of course, independent landing strategies would make landing areas not a sure way to dictate who would be partnered with who. It was what would suffice. After all fate had a way of bringing the best out of people.

Hello All. I hope you are enjoying the story up until this point. I was expecting to have this out next week, but I managed to dish this out ahead of time. I do not own RWBY (which is made by Roosterteeth) and assume that won't change. If you enjoy what you see here, please comment. I would like to know what I can do better and what I am doing that you like. Until next time, I'll see you later.