It had been about 3 months since Summer had shown up, 2 since the legal papers registering her as 'Summer Rose' had come through, 1 since she'd begun training with Polu to 'Pay it forward' and enter Beacon in 2 years (though in actual fact it just felt, right, somehow to move closer to Beacon), they'd started with general fitness training, to which she'd seemed remarkably adept at, then to combat training, which she was far, far less adept at, eveh hand to hand gave her distinct trouble, the day she'd been asked to shoot a pistol repeatedly stuck in her mind-

"It's easy" Polu tried to reassure her, unsuccessfully, "just aim and pull the trigger, don't even have to worry about reloading right now,"

Summer took a deep breath taking time to aim the pistol down range, it was a small thing, training arm, probably couldn't pierce a grimm's hide. Six shots echoed down range before she put the pistol on the table.

"I don't believe it," polou deadpanned, "you missed Every single shot."

- she shivered, she was obviously better suited to melee, and was surprisingly good with a blade, and even better with a bow, to everyone's surprise, it was almost like it mapped out in her head before each shot. Now she just had to find a way to work a blade and a bow into a single Mechashift design without cutting it's own string or her hand.

But why oh why could things never be easy.

As summer drafted out more and more designs she tilted back her head and groaned. She turned to the rubber duck sitting on the table, Polu had put it there as a substitute so he didn't have to sit there and be ranted at about schematics, in his own words 'I did this once, and once was more than enough for me, my family and the entire village'.

"I don't get it, Wash, what the hell am i missing?"

The duck, wash, didn't respond.

"If i run it along the blade i have to make it single sided, decreasing my versatility but if it's both i'll injure my hand when drawing the string,"

The duck, still, did not respond.

"C'mon Wash work with me here,"

The duck remained silent, as inanimate objects tend to do.

"I mean, i suppose i could work it like that, but wouldn't it harm the integrity?"

Wash, stared blankly.

"Holy shit you're a genius"

In the next year it came to construction the two flew out to some new combat school, Signal in order to use their forges. It took a good few days until the four different parts were complete and ready, Summer just thanked the heavens she didn't have to figure out how to build a rifle into it as well. Hearing the satisfying whirring of the screws coming into place, summer wasted no time in checking on the design. First, she picked up the Longsword and tested its weight before sliding a switch and letting the two halves separate, one side a blade, the other serrated, dual machetes hidden in a sword, affixing the two handles together with a click the serrated edge sealed itself inside and a Thwip shot a cable down to the other blade's head, finally forming the bow.

It was a fair observation that Summer almost started drooling.

As the months before Beacon's entrance exam began to dwindle, Summer found herself practicing more and more, spending more time in the forests outside the village, the most they got around there were young Beowolves and Boarbatusk. Flinging them along the forest wasn't very satisfying but it was good practice. If she was going to miss anything while she was away, it wouldn't be the woods. Actually, Summer thought as she clambered up a nearby tree, letting her Aura pick up the slack of all the cuts and scrapes of bare handedly scrambling upwards, she'd probably miss the company, Polu alone had been nothing less than a saint, and the community hadn't been much worse, especially that pregnant woman over the road, Juniper Arc, apparently her husband was a huntsman, a lot of those in the village it seemed. She sighed as she heard scratching below and unclipped her weapon.

Summer sighed "Can't i be a sad sap for five god damn minutes?" before jumping down on top of the Beowulf, slashing along it's back.

It's a days trip to beacon via bullhead, and nerves were not doing the young miss rose many favours. They were well into the kingdom by this point, and the city sights reminded her of… something, even if she couldn't figure out what. The intercom belched something about Patch and she sighed, it would be at least a few hours before arrival and all the seats were filling up, meaning sooner or later she'd have to share this space with someone else. She could only hope they wouldn't try and strike up any conversation, conversations with only Polu, Juniper and the rest of the small village hadn't made her a brilliant conversationalist.

As if the universe had taken that exact moment to listen and horribly misinterpret this wish, a blonde man wearing what seemed to be a vibrantly yellow dress shirt underneath a leather waistcoat and cargo pants virtually slammed into the seat next to her so hard that she swore the seat creaked beneath him. Cracking his knuckles, he placed both hands behind his head and leaned back, closing his eyes and sighing.

Before Summer could even register how he'd made steel reinforced seats creak, he opened one eye facing her.

"Heya there"

Summer was silent for a second before a simple "hey" escaped her lips.

The blonde smirked "See, was that so hard, so what's the downlow on getting a name as well?"

She blinked for a few seconds, still trying to register what was happening "Summer, i guess, you"

"Taiyang Xiao-Long, a pleasure"

"You could have shortened it to just Tai"

"Na, i find most like it long, Bow chicka wow wow!"

Summer felt two things, an unfathomable sense of Deja Vu, and a longing to punch him in the throat.

AN:

Chapter 3 up and running my dudes, as you can imagine, since we don't know a lot about Summer in canon (as of of Vol5) there's not much to rely on beyond Ozpin, who obviously can't be trusted, Qrow and Tai who have idealised memories of Summer, and Yang, who knew her at four years old. as such there's not much background for me to draw from, so i did my best to think what seemed plausible for her.
Summer EpsIlon 'I'm a computer, i'm made of math' Rose favours Geometrical weapons, Who would've guessed.

also You can't convince me Taiyang, who dated one half at least of his team was not be a little Tucker-y, especially seventeen year old teenage boy Tai, who fell for Raven Branwen.