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Maxwell was not having a good day.

"Oof." He grunted as he was slammed against the wall. As he fell t the ground, he heard something whistle through the air towards him. He rolled out of the way just in time for the ground to explode where he was mere moments before. As the ground shook, and he heard the same whistling from before speeding towards him again, he grasped his bow tightly and leaped backwards through the air.

As the ground exploded once more, he released a volley of arrow on his opponent. They were nocked aside with shameful ease, and as his opponent launched toward him, a hearty battle cry echoing from his lips, Maxwell narrowly managed to evade a downward strike from the massive axe.

His opponent sent an elbow toward his throat at speeds that defied how large his enemy. It was only thanks to his years of practice, and superior speed that he was able to dodge the strike. He attempted to strike his opponent across the throat with his bow, but he gabbed it by the end and tossed it aside easily. As it scattered across the ground, a blow to his stomach nocked the wind out of him.

As pain wracked through his torso, he heard the sound of metal slicing through the air towards him. The razor sharp edge of the axe struck his chest plate, and were followed by three more quick and powerful strikes. Two across the chest and one across the knees, he was forced backwards by a boot to his chest.

Maxwell could only groan as the edge of an axe was placed at his throat. He grunted, and the axe was pulled from his throat, replaced by a hand from his opponent.

"Marvelous fight, my boy. Certainly some things that you could do better, but considering your predicament, wonderful." His opponent told him with a slap across his back. His opponent a large man with a big grey bushy mustache and a head of full grey hair. His eyes were none existent, or were at least always squinted nearly shut. How he was capable of seeing and moving so well like that was quite a surprise.

"Well, I'm used to fighting armored opponents or things that can perform acrobatics without taking a hit." Maxwell told him. "Not someone with Aura capable of leaping across the battle field and nocking aside all my arrows like nothing. Those guns certainly aren't good for me either, Professor Port."

He glanced up at a holographic board that was somehow capable of showing him and his opponent, as well as their aura's. His was in the red, while Port's had barely been scratched, and was still in the green. He'd attempted to find out how they were made, and dismantled on in the process. Unfortunately, it was so far beyond his understanding that he had to ask Ms. Goodwitch to out it back together.

He suppressed a shudder. That conversation hadn't ended well for him when he'd told her that.

"Well, it's only been one week since your arrival here; I'd be surprised if you so suddenly adapted to our technology and had a handle on how we fight." Port told him.

Maxwell sighed. "I suppose so; I'm still not used to this whole aura thing." That was definitely something he had a hard time understanding. It protected him from what would have been killing blows without it, deflected painful shots, even enhanced his own abilities beyond what they were before. Downside was, now he had to rethink his entire approach to combat. This was all without factoring in the technological marvels that were guns.

"Give it time, lad. You'll get used to it eventually. In the mean time, just keep practicing and working out the kinks in your style. It shows that you aren't used to fighting with aura." He then glanced up toward a clock on the wall. "Ah, it seems that the bullhead with the arriving first years to be are arriving."

"You'd best be on your way to the Auditorium; don't want to miss Ozpin's greetings to them." Port patted his back. "Or, you could head to the docks and go greet the other students. It would do you some good to see who you will be living with for the next four years."

"Great idea. Thanks, Professor Port." Maxwell thanked, before slinging his bow across his shoulder and walking out the door. He'd need to restock up on his arrow, but he'd have to do that after. After he greeted some of the new students.

'I'll never get over how those things are capable of flying' Who could blame him, really? The pure idea of flight was something impossible in his world, unless of course you were a Grey Warden before they went extinct. But flying around in metal machines that didn't use any sort of magic? Simply marvelous.

Of course, the fact that it was only possible through the use of some type of Dust was a bit of a downer all in all. Not by much though.

The ground shook, and he stumbled for a moment.

"What was that?"

Ruby was having a very mixed day.

Her day had started out good at first. She'd woken up, remembered that she'd been accepted into Beacon by an honest to gods LEGEND of a Hunter, proceeded to splash water in her face ti make sure she wasn't dreaming, and then was the first to arrive at the Bullhead's. Honestly, it was as though all of her dreams were coming true!

Unfortunately, then her sister found her and proceeded to embarrass her in an entire bullhead full of students, she nearly got vomit on her courtesy of Vomit Boy, her sister abandoned her, and then she tripped on some crabby girls luggage!

Oh, and she may or may not have kinda sort of maybe caused a tiny little explosion in the courtyard with said girl. It totally wasn't her fault though!

"Unbelievable!" Oh, so she was still screaming at her huh? Why did she think the explosion would have nocked her out? "This is exactly the kind of thing I was about!"

"I'm really, really sorry!" Ruby stammered, and Ruby flinched when she saw her eyes narrow at her. Somehow this made her look even scarier than before.

"You complete dolt! What are you even doing here?" The white haired girl seemed to take a moment to calm herself down. At first Ruby thought that she was going to stop yelling, but when her glare returned her hopes were dashed. "Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?"

"Well I'm- I-" Ruby attempted to say.

"This isn't your ordinary combat school. It's not just sparing and practice you know." The white haired girl interrupted as her pony-tail swayed back and forth and she crossed her arms grumpily across her chest. "We're here to fight monsters so, watch where you're going!"

"Hey, I said I was sorry princess!" Ruby was surprised at her sudden courage, but she didn't care right now. This girl was just so infuriating!

She noticed the look of anger flash through her eyes, and the way she would slightly clench her fists. Thankfully, before the yelling would happen again, someone decided to come to her rescue.

"It's heiress, actually." A smooth and calm voice interrupted. Both Ruby and the now revealed heiress turned to look at the new arrival. Long flowing black hair, leggings and high heels, white and black colored clothes, and a cute black bow to rested atop her head to top it all off.

"Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee dust company." The black haired girl explained. As she did, Ruby could see out of the corner of her eye that Weiss was looking more and more pleased with herself as the girl droned on. "One of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world."

Weiss had a smug grin across her face, and she held her head high when the girl seemed to finish. "Finally! Some recognition." Thankfully before Weiss could verbally abuse her again, the black haired girl decided to come to her rescue.

"The same company infamous for its controversial labor forces, and questionable business partners." Weiss looked shocked and appalled at what black haired was saying and attempted to stammer out a response and glare at her at the same time. Needless to say, it didn't work, and Ruby couldn't contain her chuckles at the situation.

Weiss scoffed and yanked the vial of Dust from the black haired girl and stomped away with a huff. As the clack of her heels got further and further away, her poor butlers dragged her cart of luggage after her.

"I promise I'll make this up to you!" Weiss gave no indication that she even heard her, which caused Ruby to sigh glumly. "Guess I'm not the only one having a rough first day..." She mumbled to herself.

She then perked up and looked toward where the black haired girl was standing. "So what's-" All Ruby saw the retreating form of the black haired girl who walked away as though nothing had even happened.

Ruby collapsed to the ground with a sigh and closed her eyes. "Welcome to Beacon." She mumbled.

Great, not only had she made an enemy with a snobby rich girl, but she'd also been embarrassed in front of who knows how many people. There went her perfect start as a Huntress.

"Out of my way!" Maxwell grunted as he was shoved to the side by a rude white haired girl. Part of him wanted to go teach her some manners, but the intelligent part of him didn't want to push his luck at this school just yet. Especially if that girl was an 'Heiress'. He'd briefly listened to the argument, but for the most part he'd attempted to stay out of it.

He saw some blonde boy doing the same, before approaching the girl with a red hood. He supposed someone should help her, and he was glad that it wasn't him.

He wondered for a moment what he was supposed to do if he managed to pass whatever Professor Ozpin had planned for Initiation. He was a few years older than most other first years, but considering the power of Aura, he didn't look much older than 18 at most. He'd have to ask why it was Aura made people look much more... well, physically attractive and young when he got the chance.

His age aside, he still knew little to nothing about this world. If he was asked some of the most basic things he'd stumble and have a hard time figuring it out. Ask him about some of furthest back history of Thedas or the intricacy's of magic, and he'd be able to tell people everything they wanted off the top of his head. Ask him about anything involving recent history for Remnant, or what the White Fang's past was? He'd stumble and stammer for minutes on end.

And considering that these people were all teenagers, he got the fair assumption that he'd be singled out and labeled 'stupid' if he didn't know these things. So he'd have to remember to study this worlds history every night it was possible, if he managed to survive whatever kind of Initiation Beacon had.

Which reminded him, he needed to find the Auditorium before Ozpin's speech started.

As he passed by the blonde and red hood girl from earlier, he made a mental note to get a few more arrows from the Armory later.

"Oh gods it's happening again!" Maxwell sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why couldn't those two girls just avoid each other? Why did they have to argue and scream at the top of their lungs. Didn't they realize there were other people around them?

Oh sure, he could have moved away, if it wasn't for the dozens of people forcing him to remain rooted to his spot in the crowd without so much as any room to squirm. Which of course meant he could hear every single word uttered by these two girls. Why one was holding a piece of paper with a man on the front and the 'Dust' above him while the other looked about ready to collapse in confusion was beyond him at this point.

He did his best to tune them out and focus on the stage, silently praying to the Maker that Ozpin would make his speech about now.

For some reason he got the distinct impression he was being insulted by the white haired girl who was currently pointing at him and Blondie.

"I'll... keep this brief." Ozpin started off. "You have traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you've 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."

Well that was... certainly not what he expected. Definitely a way to make your students both depressed and inspired at the same time, that was for sure.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow, your initiation begins ; be ready." Professor Goodwitch instructed them all. "You are dismissed."

Well, he supposed this wasn't to bad. Sleeping in a ballroom with an unknown number of hormonal teenagers shouldn't be a problem at all for him, least of all considering how he'd be surrounded by people who each had their own story, or how he'd want to learn everything about this world-

Ok he was doomed. Not a chance he'd be able to make it through the night without something happening. Whether his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to bother some people with questions, especially the or the Anchor suddenly acted up out of nowhere then there was no way he'd be able to keep it under raps.

Maxwell sighed. "Ah well, I suppose I'll just have to wing it and hope for the best." As the students all began filing out of the ballroom and through the auditorium doors to do who knows what until the evening, he let his mind wander for a few moments. For some reason, he couldn't help feeling that there was still work to do, and that since he wasn't there that the world was in terrible danger. He didn't knowhow or why, but that thought just wouldn't leave his mind.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Maxwell shook his head and glanced around. He was on the ground now, and across from him was a boy with orange hair and indigo eyes. Adorned across his body was a set of silver armor with a gold trim, and the emblem across his breastplate was a golden bird with its wings outstretched.

And currently, the boy was glaring at him. "Um, sorry there. I wasn't paying much attention."

The boy grunted and stood up, dusting himself off. "It's fine, I guess." He then offered him a hand up. Blinking, he was hoisted up by the boy. His grip was strong, he noted. "Say, what's your name?"

"Maxwell Trevelyan, it's a nice to meet you. Who are you?"

"Name's Cardin Winchester buddy; nice to meet you." Cardin titled his head to the side. "Hey, have you heard that there's gonna be an Initiation?"

Maxwell nodded. "Yeah, I heard about that. I'm not to concerned about it though." A lie, but he wasn't about to let someone who could possibly be a teammate of his in the future know he was afraid of a simple initiation.

"Really? You must be pretty confidant in your abilities if you're not concerned with Initiation." Cardin grinned. "Looks like we're alike there. I'll cut you a deal; if we meet up in whatever this Initiation turns out to he, I'll watch your back if you watch mine. After all, two bad asses like us should stick together."

Maxwell chuckled and stuck his hand out. "Alright, I suppose I can do that."

Cardin slung his arm over Maxwell's shoulder. "Awesome. So, you wanna come with me? I've gotta meet my friend Russell in the ballroom, and I'd love to introduce you to him."

"Um, sure, I guess that's ok."

"Great. Now, follow me."

Well, this Cardin guy was nice, he supposed, if a bit arrogant. He'd probably mellow out, given time. Still, for now Maxwell would go with him and meet this friend of his.

After all, the more people he knew here, the better off he'd be in getting better accumulated to this world.

Jaune Arc was having an awesome day so far.

He'd gotten on the bullhead to Beacon surrounded by dozens of other Hunter-in-training, met an adorable, nice and quirky girl named Ruby, met her blonde vixen of a sister, and gotten to meet ne of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen, Weiss Schnee.

Of course, he'd been airsick on the bullhead, and coupling that with all the anxiety and stress he felt from the past few weeks, he had been a nervous wreck, which had made hiding his secret from his family almost impossible.

Good news was though, he'd managed to successfully hide it from them, and had tricked them into thinking he was going to a school of the musical arts!

Not his finest moment, sure, but it had worked, and now he could pursue his dream of being a Hunter. And all he had to do was make it through some kind of Initiation that was probably just some type of oath ceremony or test. Should be easy enough, since he knew everything there was to know about Hunters.

Now, where was he supposed to sleep? Most of the ballroom was taken up and split into different sides, or more specifically, gender-based. Why the faculty thought it would be a good idea to put both boys and girls in the same room for the night may not have made sense to him, he certainly wasn't complaining.

He sat down in one of the corners and leaned back against the wall. Everything was set, his sleeping bag was laid out, his onesie was nice and warm, and his book was set for an hour of reading.

The second he picked up his book, something hit his eye. "Ow!" glancing to the side and blinking, he picked up a crumpled piece of paper. He glanced up and saw a small group of boys with unbelievably well toned chests laughing and pointing at him.

Well this was just great, now he had to deal with a bunch of bullies here, in a school of Hunter's who could probably man handle him without much effort. At least until he started his intense training plan, then he'd for sure be able to take them on!

The sound of yelling and fighting drew all of their attention to a small, secluded corner. Ruby and her sister Yang were fighting each other, drawing up a big cloud of dust, an arm or a leg occasionally sticking out of it as the sound of their arguing echoed out across the entire ballroom. Behind it, a girl with a black bow awkwardly looked on as though unsure of what to do.

"What in the world is going on over here!?" The white haired girl who'd shown interest in him early screeched. As she did, Ruby and Yang stopped fighting just as Ruby got a hold of Yang's foot. "Don't you realize some of us are trying to sleep- OH NO NOT YOU AGAIN!" Both Ruby's sister and the white haired girl exclaimed.

What began soon afterwards could only be accurately described as a Cat Fight without any physical fighting. It even had a small crowd cheering them on in the form of that group of boys from before, along with a dozen or so other students each taking sides. They were all taking bets as well, goading the two girls into a fight.

He couldn't deny that seeing a Cat Fight was on his bucket list.

One of the boys from earlier, one of the few that looked a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation signed and walked over to the trio of arguing girls.

"Would you three please be quiet-"

"Stay out of this!" The two girls exclaimed, before looking at each other. "Stop repeating what I say!"

"Stop that!" This all seemed to do nothing but aggravate him by the look on his face, and the way he slightly clenched his fists.

"That's enough!" The brown haired boy. "Both of you be quiet, right now! There are people trying to sleep and relax for the night that can't because you two won't stop yelling.

"How dare-" The white haired girl attempted before she was cut off.

"No, you be quiet. Both of you are going to go lye down, keep your mouths shut, and not make anymore noise for the night. Am I clear?" The glare he leveled at the two of them was fierce, and seemed to be more than enough to make them back down.

With what looked like a grumble, the two stalked back to where their beds had been, Yang dragging her sister Ruby with her. The black haired girl sighed from what he could see and thanked the boy, before closing her book and blowing out her candle.

"Guess I might as well get some sleep." Jaune mumbled to himself as everything calmed down, and even the boys from before laid down to go to sleep.

The last thing on his mind, was how he'd open up with that White haired girl.

'Hmmm... Snow Angel should work.'

Author's Note: So, what'd you guys think? Did you enjoy it? Let me know, because I plan for Initiation to be an awesome thing for New Years Eve. Oh, and please Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, etc.

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