Cyprus groaned as his vision slowly returned, his eyes failing to focus on anything around him. The last thing he remembered was walking around the corner of the shady alley before attacking the criminals beating that elderly man, the thoughts went through his head at a million miles an hour, barely able to concentrate on anything.

Did I lose? Where am I? What am I going to have for dinner tonight?

Shaking his head despite the headache he had crying out in protest, the crime fighter rolled his head upwards, finally managing to focus his vision to the area. He felt a soothing heat as he noticed his robe was off, leaving him in a simple black shirt and blue jeans, tight fitting which emphasised the lack of noticeable muscle on his body. As Cyprus's eyesight returned to him, he noticed he was sat in a dark leather armchair, and standing in front of him was an unfamiliar man.

"Good evening." He stated, a suspiciously inviting smile on his face.

"Uh, good evening?" The vigilante replied, groaning as he rubbed the side of his face with his right palm. Looking around the room he was in, he noticed the darkness outside and pondered just how long he had been out of it. His gaze returning to the mystery man, Cyprus noticed that they were alone, the large office mostly empty save for the desk and two individuals present inside.

"Do you know who I am?" The bespectacled male questioned, his eyes unmoving from contact with Cyprus, making him feel uncomfortable. Unfortunately for the younger man, he had no idea, and saved his humour for another time as he simply shook his head.

"And do you know where we are?"

"I want to say either a Government building or the home of some major bigshot mob boss who sees me as a problem…" Cyprus answered before taking a more in depth view of the area around him, taking notice that he wasn't even tied to his seat. "But, seeing as we're the only ones here, and I can just…Get up and walk? I suppose you're someone who just wants to chat."

The man raised a brow as the 'captive' in front of him slowly rose from his seat, double checking to see if there wasn't anything holding him in place. Heading towards a large window to his left, Cyprus could see the pointed towers and structures around him and the lush gardens far below. Putting the pieces together, he realized exactly where he was.

"Welcome to Beacon, vigilante. I am Professor Ozpin." The seated man said, finally. Pouring a fresh mug of coffee, the headmaster watched as Cyprus quickly backed up, eyes shifting to the surrounding areas outside, his footsteps creating light echoes around the circular room. Raising his hand in jest, the confused vigilante turned to Ozpin and opened his mouth to speak, waiting for the moment a quick nod and a chuckle came from the professor.

"Uh yeah, I have severalquestions…." Cyprus uttered, watching as the academy's headmaster lay back in his seat slightly, getting himself comfortable for what would no doubt be a string of questions.

"I'm sure, don't worry I will answer any queries you have. Coffee?" Ozpin replied, turning his hand over to the jug of liquid caffeine beside him. The black lava creating a slowly rising pool of steam helping to warm the cool air around the two figures in the room.

"Great! So-?"

"Did I call in favours and have some friends of mine bring you to me?" Ozpin interrupted, a cheeky smile growing slightly larger on his face.

"I was gonna ask where you put my stuff, but that's also a good question." Cyprus said, jokingly. Waving his hands around his side to emphasise the fact he was missing all of his combat equipment as well his robes, which made him feel slightly vulnerable, as well as a little uncomfortable at the same time.

"Your gear is held in a safe place, you need not worry. As for why I had you brought here…" Ozpin paused to take a sip of his freshly brewed drink as the man in front of him returned to his seat. "I apologize for the rather crude and deceitful method, but it was the easiest way to track you down without many hours and resources dedicated to finding you any other way. You know how to keep yourself hidden." The professor continued, a slight hint of admiration in his voice. Cyprus looked up to the ceiling, contemplating the chances of what the man in front of him had said to be legitimate. Deciding that he himself couldn't think of a better way to do it, the vigilante was content with the answer and gave a light hearted smile to Ozpin.

"And you brought me here because…?" Cyprus said, referring back to the original question the headmaster said he would answer. The vigilante leant forward with an elbow on his knee, and rolled his wrist in a circular motion, emphasising his need for an answer.

In his mind Ozpin couldn't decide on his first impression of the young fighter. He could definitely handle himself, and was obviously a focused individual, but his less than serious demeanour and casual look on things made the headmaster believe the young crime fighter didn't take what he was doing seriously. And an attitude like that could get someone hurt, or worse. However, Ozpin believed in never judging a book by its cover and decided to test the man in front of him further, and finally asked the question after a moment's pause.

"I want you to become a hunter."

Ozpins' reaction was not what he had expected, the cyan haired individual suddenly began to chuckle to himself, unable to fathom the reasoning behind this drastic decision.

"I'm a little old for that don't you think? I know I don't exactly look my age but I already tried being a student at a combat school." Cyprus laughed to himself, the older man in front remaining unfazed by the outburst and instead let out a small chuckle.

"Your history with education is no concern. In my eyes you are someone with a gift, but without proper training you will get yourself, or someone close to you, killed. I am offering you the chance to have that training."

Cyprus stood, wide eyed at what he had heard. He never even thought about fighting Grimm in his life, much less become an actual hunter. He never really liked the idea of becoming a protector from the vile beasts that stalked the lands, but the training he could receive would help greatly in his endeavors. Taking a deep breath, he was about to make a reply before realizing his earpiece was still attached, and swiftly took it out to check if it was still working. Holding it out to Opzin so the he could see what got the vigilante worked up. Closing his eyes and nodding his head softly, the headmaster left Cyprus to reattach the communicator, turning the device on.

"Thank you for using the B80CG Civilian air transport vehicle, have a pleasant day!" The synthetic voice for the inside of the ship called out to Scylla as she ran straight through the empty road leading to the doors of the academy, the sheer size of the area made her feel a thousand times smaller. Looking up towards the enormous towers, she had no idea where to even begin looking for her friend. Spying another landing platform, she snuck up slowly between the trees in the courtyards to the side towards a parked airship nearby. Climbing up one of the more full branches, the redhead balanced herself and peeked between the gaps in the leaves to get a better view of the men around it.

"You…" She hissed between her teeth, rage building in her as she noticed several suited men standing guard, the same ones who took Cyprus. As the elder responsible for stabbing her friend stood by the ramp of the ship, the other men looked outwards towards the city, with two leaving to check out the ship that Scylla had arrived in. Gritting her teeth, she quickly and silently moved through the shadows of the trees, coming out to a clearing with a large fountain in the middle, she hoped that anyone noticing her would mistake the hacker for another student simply disobeying curfew laws.

Heading at what she thought was a close enough distance to the ship, Scylla stormed out from behind the shadows, in clear view of the man at the landing platform. Too busy looking at a ridiculous animation on his scroll, the wrinkled man chuckled at the device before his eyes noticed the dark figure moving towards him.

"Hey kid, back to the dorm, you aren't allowed on here."

Her stride not faltering for a second, the young woman came within meters of the kidnapper and took her crossbow out of its harness on her back. Scrambling for a gun holstered on his belt, the large suited man panicked at Scylla grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the bowels of the airship. Her piercing red eyes paralysing her victim, she held her crossbow outwards and flicked a switch beside the trigger. Within seconds the bejewelled bow had extended, creating a long pole as well as inverted itself at the front, morphing the long range weapon into a large trident. The man attempted to call for help before being pinned against the wall of the plane between the gaps in Scylla's newly morphed tool.

"The guy you took today, where is he?" She asserted herself, bringing her face inches from his, a small lock of red hair falling over her eye.

"Just who do you thin-"The man began before grunting in pain as the woman holding him gave him a knee to the stomach, blasting the air from his lungs.

"I won't ask again."

The man coughed and wheezed before pointing out the door of the ship towards the school.

"Head…Headmasters office, elevator from the back of the main hall!" He hastily answered with what breath he had left inside him. Scylla brought her trident away from the man's neck and proceeded to grab him by the hair, grunting in pain as his head was thrown into the wall of the craft, causing him to pass out instantly. The young woman made her way out of the ship and back towards the main avenue to the academy, feet barely making a sound as she crossed the pavement.

Within minutes Scylla had found herself moving through the intertwining roads and structures of the main school grounds, keeping to the shady spots as much as possible. Searching desperately for an open window to the inside of the main building, taking her time to avoid any cameras around the area that she could see, the feisty redhead noticed a night guard strolling obliviously through a side door of one of the many buildings that linked with the main hall. Before it could close she snuck up behind the man, and like a mere shadow, slipped through the metal frame just as it sealed.

Slipping past one or two more guards, Scylla had no trouble reaching the elevator to Ozpins office, thankfully a school filled with the best and brightest aspiring fighters in the region didn't have to worry about break ins so only a few guards were ever stationed around the school at a time. The elevator to the Professors office lit in a dim green glow by the lights surrounding the sides, the glass enclosure able to fit at least a half a dozen people with room to spare. Sneaking past the lights the young woman tapped the button for ascension and stood restlessly in the rising box, when suddenly a tune began to play on the speaker.

Oh you must be joking….

Scylla grumbled to herself as the light hearted melody ruined the atmosphere around her as it filled the air, lightly echoing off the glass walls. Attempting to re-immerse herself in her objective, she stared out towards the ocean, the lift providing a spectacular view of the city and rising landscape around it. As she reached the top of the spire, the lifts' miniscule noises becoming non-existent as it ceased to move, the smell of old books and coffee arriving in the air as the doors opened.

Ruby sat on the bed of her dorm, staring out the window to the open sky. Her team had finally found its footing, and it seems like everything will work out, despite the hurdles she knew she would face leading her newfound friends. Turning her head back to the homework plastered over her sheets she grabbed her coffee mugs, stirred to perfection by Weiss, waking her up a few moments before to make the young leader a fresh mug. Ruby sighed in content that previous argument earlier in the evening almost completely forgotten between the two, leaving them with a clean slate to begin their friendship.

"Hey Weiss?" She asked, attempting to keep her voice down as low as possible.

"Ruby please, I'm trying to sleep, I'll help with your homework tomorrow…" The heiress replied, groaning as she rolled her head to the other side of her pillow.

"No I just…Do you think Ozpin made me leader on purpose?"

Weiss paused for a moment, trying to think of a proper answer before poking her head from the underside of the bunk.

"I don't know, you came up with the idea that got us out of that forest…So maybe? I'm sure it'll work out in the end."

Ruby took another gulp of her drink, thinking about what Weiss had said. Shuffling her position, she too nudged her head to the outside of her bed, looking down to her teammate.

"Yeah, thanks We-"

"Will you two shut up?! Ladies trying to sleep over here!" A muffled voice shouted from the other side of the room, the blonde brawler had her face stuffed into her pillow on the opposite bed, her hand overhead making a circular motion with her index finger.

"R-Right, sorry!" Ruby replied, her voice heightening its tone as her sister's outburst caught her by surprise. Looking back down to Weiss she gave her partner a reassuring smile before sinking back to her covers, settling in for a much needed rest.

Looking over to her scroll, the leader noticed a notification had appeared in the time she and Weiss had their little chat. Activating her personal device it opened with a quiet bleep, a grey light plastering her face, and a short message popped up that surprised her.

Dear Miss Rose,

Please meet in the training courtyard at midday next Tuesday for a special assignment, you may bring your fellow team members if you wish.

Regards,

Prof. Ozpin

Surprised would be an understatement for what Ruby felt that moment, a beaming smile across her face. She turned excitedly to tell her friends, only to find each one of them in a deep slumber. Finishing the last few drops of coffee, the huntress in training continued her work as much as possible, before sleep finally took over her as well, leaving a messy pile of half-finished homework littered over her bedsheets.

Ozpin raised a brow at the woman standing at the far end of the room, slowly standing up he picked up his cane and made his way around his desk. Between the two stood Cyprus, fiddling with his communicator as he tapped his ear to ensure it was working. Upon seeing the bespectacled Professor rise, the cyan haired interviewee quickly stood at attention, waving his hands in front of Ozpin he stammered. "Wait wait I can get it, gimme a second! Scylla? Scylla you there? Helloooo?"

"Cyprus?"

The man in question turned quickly, seeing his battle-ready friend in the doorway he rushed to her, while at the same time whipping his head back to the headmaster who stood with a mildly quizzical look on his face.

"Scylla? What are you doing here? I'm sorry I put you on mute I didn't mean to and how did you even get here I-"

SLAP

Scylla's' hand flew so fast through the air that even the professor himself had to take a second to realize what had happened, so called captive in the room stood wide eyed as his cheek turned a hot pink within seconds. The entire room was drenched in an awkward silent for a moment as Cyprus stifled a yell, the Professor finally managed to break it with a light hearted interjection to the pairs' scuffle.

"I suppose we have some explaining to do, thank you for taking the bullet for me, Cyprus." The headmaster spoke up, still as calm as ever. Scylla looked at him with burning eyes, only thanks to her friend grabbing her arm she didn't attempt to beat the older mans' glasses off his face. Growling at Ozpin she spouted at him through gritted teeth.

"You're damn right you do, who do you think you are taking him like that?"

"You know that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me…" Cyprus jumped in, however was met by a quick elbow to the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Holding another punch for after the professors excuse for the kidnapping, Scylla stood in place, fist clenched by her side.

"You seem to know a lot about this, I'm assuming you are his partner?" Ozpin finally said, standing straight in the centre of his office. The assumption not sitting well however with his new guest, who roughly shook off Cyprus's hold on her arm and stormed towards the headmaster, blowing out a candle with the wind she picked up speeding towards him.

"I'm his employee, when you took him I thought I would be out of a job." The redhead quickly removed her hood and mask. And moved closer, her face now inches from Ozpins', who still managed to keep his formal, relaxed look. Her piercing "And that's all."

"I apologize, I should not have assumed." The headmaster spoke calmly, lowering his head and turning to head back to his seat. Leaving his coffee mug on the dark wooden desk before taking a seat and continuing. "I do not wish to irritate you further so I will tell you everything."

Ozpin proceeded to spend the next few minutes telling Cyprus's saviour what he wanted of her friend, and after evaluating her skills the older man knew she would prove to be a valuable asset if recruited alongside him. Scylla was still highly sceptical of the true motives behind the man, but hearing his final words, she settled on a decision.

"I believe that with you both, we will gain two very talented hunters. Two who may not only protect our nation from the creatures of Grimm, but also protect the city in which you live in."

The Seafoam clad rescuer placed a hand to her face, sighing deeply. Turning towards her companion who stood with his arms folded, she looked at him with bags under her eyes, waiting for his choice.

"Hey, I say it's a win-win, but getting here and back every day might be a little annoying." Cyprus spoke up, shrugging to his friend with a kind smile on his face. Scylla turned back to Ozpin who chimed in once again.

"We can arrange for all of your equipment to be moved to a building here in the school, depending on how much room you need, of course."

The three sat in silence for a short while. An airship flying by in the distance darkening the office as it flew in front of the shattered satellite, casting a dim shadow over the three figures. Finally the redhead turned to Cyprus, giving a quick nod to show her approval, to which the vigilante chuckled and nudged his head back in the direction of the city.

"Well then, think you can cram all those screens in one suitcase?