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Chapter 2: Orientation, Confrontation, and Alliteration


"I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me!" The voice of a loud blond woman yelled out hugging the red themed girl from the other night.

'So much for silence.'

Silence? Dorian, you do realize this is an airship full of excited and hormonal teenagers going to an academy for the training of warriors, right? For the next four years, silence is going to be a luxury that we will probably never be given!

'...yeah...'

Dorian leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The boredom of the trip was murder, but it was manageable. Sure, going to a prestigious fighting academy was something worth being excited for, but this whole thing was not something Dorian had ever planned to do. Altdor just saw it as a rather fortuitous unforeseen variable in his plan. Of course, he would never tell that to Dorian.

Just as he was about to drift off, Dorian was alerted to the wonderfully juicy sounds of someone losing their lunch. Opening his eye, he saw a blond guy throw up on the blond girls boot before stumbling away.

'Disgusting.'

Yep.

The motion sick blond staggered his way over to a trash can near them. He barely made it before continuing the grueling process of emptying his stomach. After a couple moments, he finally stopped. Dorian just watched him for a sec before getting up and leaving. The blond took his seat.

Dorian walked over to the window. From the height they were at, Vale looked small. Magnificent, yes, but still small. The sound of Glynda Goodwitch's voice interrupted the noise of the airship. She was welcoming the students to Beacon as the ship was landing.

As he turned to exit the ship, he noticed a rather large green bug on the window next to him. Getting closer, he observed that it was a praying mantis with only one forelimb. Needless to say, Dorian felt a strange kinship with the bug.

Does that bug remind you of us?

'Yes. We should keep it.'

Why?

'I don't know… he'll be a conversation starter.'

You have this way of making a very strong case for things, you know? And you have already claimed it.

'Yep. He seems to like it on my shoulder.'

If I had control, I would be facepalming right now.

'Oh, shut up. He's not that bad. I doubt he's going to move much anyway.'

Fine. Are you going to name...him?

'Yep. Maybe later though. We should get off the ship.'

As Dorian stepped off the ship, the motion sick blond from before ran past him to a trash can. His stomach was apparently still not agreeing with him. He didn't care. Instead, he was looking up at the academy itself. Dorian let out a low whistle at the building in front of him.

I must admit, the magnitude and majestic magnificence of the multileveled, multi structured masterpiece in front of us most markedly makes it a marvelous modern marvel.

'Must you use such over excessive alliteration?'

No, but artfully articulated alliteration adds an almost artistic asset to sentences that normal communication fails to achieve.

'I GET IT! You like alliteration!'

What can I say? It's an interesting exercise to do when you're bored.

'It's also quite annoying, but it does add some flair to the language.'

I could have told you that.

The sound of crashing suitcases effectively ended the exchange. Dorian turned toward the sound. The red hooded girl from the other day had just crashed into some white themed girl's luggage. It appeared to be an accident, but the white girl was having none of it, even though red was trying to apologize.

"What are you doing!?" she yelled.

"Uh, sorry." red responded.

"Sorry? Do you have any idea how much damage you could've caused!?"

Dorian looked at the cases. Emblazoned on one of them was the name Schnee. The yelling made sense now. He slowly approached the rather volatile situation. Altdor was just enjoying the anger of the white one. The white girl reached into one of her suitcases and pulled out a vial of fire dust.

"This is Dust, mined and purified by the Schnee Dust Quarry." She yelled shaking the little vial around.

Dorian lifted his eye patch just a little to see better. He noticed small clouds of red coming from the vial with each shake. A lot of which appeared to be inhaled by the red girl, who looked ready to sneeze. Dorian saw what was going to happen.

DUCK AND COVER!

Thinking quickly, he dove behind the pile of suitcases, just as the girl in red sneezed. Fortunately, the resulting fireball wasn't enough to cause any major damage to the surrounding area.

Explosive tempers reigning around here.

'Hey, we already had your admittedly awesome alliteration, we don't need puns from you as well.'

Well, sorry then.

"Unbelievable! This is the kind of thing I was talking about!" the white girl yelled.

"I'm really, really sorry." The red one responded.

Ugh, you complete dolt! What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?" The girl in white questioned.

"Well, I-I..." red stammered.

"This isn't your ordinary combat school. It's not just sparring and practice, you know! We're here to fight monsters, so... watch where you're going!" white interrupted.

"Hey, I said I was sorry, princess!" red said, finally fed up with white's constant yelling at her.

"Actually, I don't think princess is the proper term." Dorian said, finally making himself known.

"It's actually heiress." A black themed girl with startling golden eyes said. "Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in Remnant."

'I propose we give her the two new titles of shrieking banshee and, my new personal favorite, Miss I-don't-care-what-you-have-to-say.' Dorian thought with a rather amused grin on his face. He could feel Altdor chuckling along as well.

"Finally, some recognition." the now named Weiss said as she smiled proudly.

"Don't let it go to your head Snow White." Dorian butted in. "SDC is more famously known for unethical working conditions, sketchy business partners, and controversial labor forces."

"What? How dare-! The nerve of-" She huffed in irritation before stalking off.

"I'll make this up to you!" red called out after Weiss left. "So…" she turned to address the black themed girl, but she too had left.

"I wonder, is this how people feel when Batman just disappears on them?" Dorian questioned staring after where the black themed girl had supposedly gone.

He slowly turned back to the red girl who had slumped to her knees...and had no idea how to start a conversation. Fortunately for him, his savior came in the form of the motion sick blond from a few minutes ago.

"Hi, I'm Jaune." he said sticking out his hand to the red girl who took it.

"Ruby. Hey, aren't you-" she started to say.

"Hey, it's the sicko. Did you survive the trip?" Dorian interrupted.

Is it bad if I kind of hoped he didn't?

'Probably.'

"Hey, motion sickness is a more common problem than people think!" Jaune claimed indignantly.

"Hey, I'm not saying it isn't. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dorian Lycan Gintus" he responded while giving a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Now, we should be off, I expect there is somewhere we need to be for orientation."

They started walking.

"If we are doing formal introductions…" Jaune started "I'm Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue, ladies love it."

Do they?

Dorian raised an eyebrow "Do they?"

"They will. At least I hope they will." Jaune responded.

"Let's test it then. Ruby, your opinion?" Dorian asked.

"Weeeeeell…" When she didn't continue, an awkward silence fell over them as they walked. It was broken after a few seconds by Ruby. "I got this thing."

She opened and twirled her scythe and slammed it into the ground. Dorian looked impressed. Altdor was thinking of both how practical and impractical a scythe could be.

"Is that a scythe?" Jaune asked.

"It's also a customizable high impact sniper rifle." Ruby stated proudly.

"What?" Jaune asked.

"It's also a gun." Dorian answered. "Quite a powerful one too, if I may add. I must say, it is quite the elegant weapon."

Ok, yes, it is impressive, but doesn't it also seem a bit impractical?

'Maybe, but this looks to be a cut far above your average scythe. It was made specifically for war.'

Ruby smiled before asking. "So, what have you got?"

"Oh, uh I've got this sword." he said unsheathing the blade. "And I've got a shield too."

He showed them his equipment. It was simple.

"Do they do anything?" Dorian asked.

"Yeah, the shield gets smaller so when I get tired of carrying it, I can put...it...away…" Jaune trailed off.

"That doesn't change the weight. Still a simple, yet effective weapon."

"And you?" Ruby asked.

Gun first, then blade. No blood.

'Ok, why?'

Natural progression?

'I have no idea what that is supposed to mean.

Dorian smiled before unholstering his own triple barreled gun. "I call this the Noblesse Oblige. It's capable of firing your average dust round, electric bolts, and magnetic pulses." he said while rotating the various barrels. The engraved letterings on the barrels caught Jaune's eye.

"What do the letters mean?" Jaune asked.

"They are how I identify the different firing methods. EST is electroshock therapy, MPC is magnetic pulse cannon, and VDD is volatile Dust devil." Dorian explained as he holstered his gun and unsheathed his sword. "This beauty is Memento Mori."

They stared in awe of the blade. It was an elegantly carved white broadsword with a black hilt. Along the length of the blade were various red markings similar to those of a Grimm.

"What kind of metal is that?" Jaune asked.

"Not metal, DeathWalker bone." Dorian corrected.

"Don't you mean Deathstalker?" Ruby asked, a little confused as well.

"Nope, this is carved from the nearly impenetrable armor of the incredibly rare DeathWalker, which is an elder DeathStalker. Sort of like the alpha Beowolves are compared to the average Beowolf."

"And your hand?" Ruby asked pointing to the hand that was holding the sword.

"Simple, I have Grimm bone taped to it, I thought it might make me look more threatening. Hey, I believe this is where we are supposed to be." Dorian said as they stopped before a pair of double doors. The cacophonous sound of voices could be heard on the other side. "I'm afraid this conversation must be cut short my friends."

Dorian hurriedly opened the door and lost himself among the gathered crowds. The volume was deafening. When Ruby and Jaune were out of sight, Dorian breathed a sigh of relief. A few minutes passed before Ozpin walked on stage and commanded the attention of the entire room.

"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." He paused. "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."

He ended his brief orientation speech and Glynda Goodwitch took the stage.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Your initiation begins tomorrow." She said before leaving herself.

That was quite the rousing speech. A round of applause is deserved for the headmaster.

'Really?'

Indeed, now let us be off.

The ballroom that night did not have very comfortable sleeping quarters. Dorian did not mind, he was used to it. The main problem he had was the sheer amount of people and noise in the room. It was not the best for sleeping, but he didn't mind. The interactions of various students in the hall were quite humorous to watch. There were going to be so many people sent home tomorrow before the combat trial of initiation began.

How can you stand this?

'What, the noise?'

No. Just doing nothing. How can you stand it?

'We have had this conversation before. You should know. I just like clearing my mind. Meditation of this sort is a good way to keep calm.'

You could use that time to think of plans, prepare for the next step in our plan, or do something else useful.

'Or...I could sit here and not do anything. Speaking of which, how many times have we had this conversation?'

178.

'Too many times, my friend.'

"Hellooo…" The rather sing song voice of the blond that was crushing Ruby earlier called out.

Dorian looked up to see Ruby with the blond girl, or rather the blond girl had dragged Ruby over to him.

"Hi." Dorian responded. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, my sister has a crush on you, so I had to come meet and threaten you." She teased with a cheerful smile.

"YANG!" Ruby yelled, her face turning red.

"Or, you can return from whence you came and leave me in peace." Dorian responded, completely unfazed.

"You already know my sister Ruby; my name is Yang." She responded, appearing to ignore what Dorian said.

"Dorian, you can go now. Dorian responded, growing rather irritated.

You think she just can't take a hint?

'Probably not. If she says anything else, you take over and get us out of here.'

Done.

"So…why do you have a bug on your shoulder?" Yang asked.

Dorian's demeanor changed. He rose from his position and stood with a towering authority that was hardly matched by anyone. Ruby also noticed his eye changed from the rather lovely royal purple to a sinister, almost evil crimson. No pupil or sclera could be seen. His voice also deepened slightly.

"Look, Yang, you seem like a nice person, but I will repeat what we said earlier. You can return to wherever you have made your resting place and leave us alone. I would like to get some sleep tonight and you are not helping." 'Dorian' said. "And to answer your question, I found him and put him there. Now, goodnight."

He turned to walk off. Yang called out an apology, but Altdor ignored her. When they had exited the building, Dorian took over.

'You said 'we' and 'us'. Aren't we trying to keep a low profile?'

I did? CRAP!

'Yep, good job Altdor.'

Well, we can't fix it. Anyway, I got us out of there.

'I noticed. Thank you, now, where did you bring us?'

I think this is the academy's main courtyard. I figured it would be easier to sleep out here than in there.

'Well, I told you.'

You told me what?

'The praying mantis would make for a conversation starter.'

Huh, this is going to be a long four years.

'Yep, and it all begins in the morning. By the way, the mantis does have a name now.'

Random change in topic, but what is it?

'Harpsichord.'

Like the instrument?

'Yep.'

Why?

'Don't know. It just seems to suit him.'

Whatever, you rest. I got first watch tonight.

'I don't think that will be necessary.'

Necessary or not, we will still be keeping watch.

'Fair enough.'


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