Jack and Evelyn had gotten into it again. The two were fuming now, sitting in class on opposite ends of the room. Neither seemed to pay the rest of the student body any mind as people shuffled in, taking seats across the multiple levels. Elandil and Penny sat next to each other, looking back and forth at their teammates with worried expressions.

"Something happened, huh?" someone behind him asked. He looked up to see Jaune, peering down from below.

"Evelyn insisted on using the bathroom before Jack," Penny explained. "When she took so long we almost missed breakfast, she nearly broke the door down to get her out."

"Which caused Evelyn to swing the door open," Elandil added. "Which hit Jack in the face."

"Wow!" Nora shouted blinking. Elandil smiled, nodding, before catching a glimpse of Jack, who was glaring coldly in his direction. He laughed nervously at him but said nothing more. Instead, he turned to his right, where Blake and Yang had joined them.

"So...know anything about this next professor?" he asked, hoping that by changing the subject he could stop the glaring, knife-pointed daggers of Jack's eyes from stabbing him.

"Hmm, I haven't heard anything," Blake replied.

Yang smirked. "Let's hope he's not nearly as boring as yesterday, though! My team nearly had to 'Port' me out of the room."

Blake scoffed and shook her head, as Yang, proud as ever grinned. Nora groaned loudly behind them.

'So, a complete unknown. Well, I've never been one to run from a challenge. I guess we'll just have to see and-"

The school bell rang, and before he could finish his thoughts, a white and green blur whizzed into the classroom, as if timed precisely to appear as the bell finished ringing. The sudden gust of wind and burst of movement caught everyone off guard, and all eyes turned to the front.

"Greetings class! My name is Doctor Oobleck, and I will be teaching you all manner of things historical when it comes to the history of Remnant!" the tall, practically vibrating man said, with such speed and ferocity that it startled everyone. He took a sip of his coffee mug before continuing. "Today we are going to learn about the history of the four Kingdoms and their connection to the Justicar Order, in preparation for leading into the Great War!"

Elandil's head spun. How could he speak so quickly?

He looked to Penny, who seemed to smile contently as if Doctor Oobleck's voice was some kind of song. Blake was already scrambling for her notebook, preparing to write, so he decided to do so as well. After several moments, he raised his hand, catching Professor Oobleckmid-speech about the original king and queen of Vale. "Yes, Mister, Donmen?"

"Um, Professor Oobleck, hate to ask but...could you slow down a little?" Despite Aura, his wrist was beginning to cramp. 'I thought Aura was supposed to protect against this stuff!'

Oobleck inhaled sharply, pushing his glasses up on his face in agitation. "First of all, it is Doctor Oobleck. I worked exceptionally hard for my doctorate, so I would appreciate the title being used appropriately. Secondly, I shall...endeavor to slow down-however, You should keep in mind that this class period must be completed on time, and by asking me to slow down, you have already wasted fifty-three seconds of education! Now, where was I..."


'Penny and I have been working on my weapon for six hours now. I did my best to help, but more so I ended up just watching and learning. Penny must be either a child prodigy or must have learned a lot from her father, because she is making my weapon as if it's a kid's toy. The grip, the mechanism, linkage, and many more parts, she is putting them like pieces of a puzzle. In the meanwhile, I decided to be useful. Thanks to my years of being a vigilante, I've picked up a few things here and there. The store I worked for belonged to this old guild master. The gear shop he was running often needed cleaning, but sometimes he would grab me and sit me down next to him to watch him work. He even would make me do stuff every now and then. Old Brann was so kind he even made my dust infused Coat and Boots then just gifted them to me.'

'Come to think of it I do owe him a lot, don't I? I will have to thank him sometime, perhaps with money as well as words. But for now, it's time to put his teachings into work. He taught me how to sew and reshape cloth. So to use that I will turn my Fedora into a hood for my coat if I do it correctly the dust fuzed in the coat should also work with the hood. With the tools here in the workshop, it is totally possible for me to turn my old Fedora into cloth. Also, all these extra metal and gadgets should allow me to make a new kick-ass Mask. Thank you Ozpin and your deep pockets! ...Well, he owes me the usage of workshop and free material after conscripting me like a common soldier. In the meanwhile, it seems Penny is using the blades I made and combining them with the grip.'

'Blades were much easier with the tools and the material for it at my fingertips. I learned to make them watching a few shows about it on TV and reading the instructions here. Maybe I am a prodigy too, considering the ease it took me... Actually, I can't say that when two failed pieces are waiting to be melted over there in the corner... Man am I sleepy or what? Maybe I should rest my eyes for a bit... Yes... Not sleeping... Just gonna rest my eyes for... Zzzzzzzz...'

'Ah... This dream again.'

Elandil found himself in a familiar place. The ground was dirt, because of the lighting it looked very dark green. He lifted himself off the ground and took a look around. Perhaps it was because he talked about it, but whatever the reason was, he was in one of his regular dreams... Worst of all, these dreams had the tendency to be lucid. It would usually end badly for him but panicking or fearing what comes next always made it worse. So, for now, he decided to focus on other things. The place he is in was his "Semblance Realm," and it looked as bleak as ever. The Sun was being drowned behind the stormy green clouds, its lights trying to fight their way out of them, some succeeding but most not. Cracks could be heard beneath him, like deep down the Earth was shattering or tons of freshly cut wood were burning in lava. Dozens of different voices whispered and screamed around him. Shadowy figures walking around, standing still, looking down or up or simply just being there. Elandil snapped from one direction to another, each time he turned, he was in a different place.

He turned once, he was in his old town. Shadowy figures around him, humanoid, were judging him. Whispering into each other's ears. The young man turned again to get away from all of it, he found himself in Vale, but the streets were empty. Snapping to another direction, it was the Academy but almost empty. Elandil saw a single Beowolf in the distance, scared he turned again and ran. He was now inside what it seemed like a castle, red carpet beneath him. He ran, but the corridor just got longer and longer, whispers turned into screams, laughter and more scream. Elandil turned yet again, and this time there was complete silence. This part of his dream was different, it never got quiet for him. Whenever he saw this dream, it only got worse until something or someone woke him up. Now before him stood the statue he saw in the ruins but with one different thing. A grave was beneath it, Elandil walked to read it, but before he could, A hand smashed through the Earth, sending Elandil flying away. He screamed, having trouble breathing. He kept screaming to wake up, he begged to his conscious to wake up. "Please someone wake me up!"

Elandil jumps up, pushing his chair back, making a big gasp for air. His face drenched in sweat. Penny, who was working across him until now shoots up, worried about her new friend.

"Elandil!? Are you well? Perhaps you are suffering from a fever? How is your vision?" She looked at him with great concern. She pulled Elandil closer, to put her forehead onto his to check for a fever. She closed her eyes to better focus. Elandil blushed from embarrassment. However, she moved faster than she should've, causing their foreheads to smash against each other. Elandil recoiled as Penny let go of his shoulders to cover her mouth in surprise. He took a step back with a loud "Oof!", holding his head.

"Oh no, I didn't mean to do that, are you okay?" Penny's hand flew to cover her mouth, fearful she had seriously hurt him.

"Hold on, let me check," He replied as calm as he can muster. After a second or two passes, Elandil flickered his eyes open, although the sight before him kicked him in the gut. His vision spinning, he blinks to see not one, but two regretful Pennys in front of him.

This wouldn't do.

His hero senses kicked in. Elandil straightened himself, fists resting on his sides, giving a victorious pose. He puts on his best smile, though it came off like a clown who had been beaten to a pulp. "Never... been better!" He grinned and looked at her, though he could tell that Penny was not convinced. "Seriously Penny, I am fine. Just a... Rather interesting wake-up call this has been."

"You've awoken in stress; did you have a nightmare?" she asked, slowly relaxing again.

"Just a random one, really."

After deciding it would be best to let it slide, Penny puts on a nervous smile. Bringing her right hand up to her chest, holding it like an emotional shield. "Well... I finished your weapon."

"Oh thank you so much, those connectors and programming the mechanism's movements was a nightmare..." Elandil said gratefully, approaching the table with his friend and savior. A rather long Double Bladed Staff rested on it, the grip is long enough to have two hands grabbing it. It was covered with high-end leather. Two metal rings stood at each end, painted golden, the excellent starting point for the blades, though they served a dual purpose for the weapon's gun mode. At each side, a saber type blade stood out, each blade facing the opposite side of the staff. The upside of the blades was larger and chunkier than usual, while the lower side of blades was sharper than anything Elandil had ever seen. In melee mode the larger team hosted small pumps that could let out short blasts of Dust, using the crystal that was housed inside the grip. This, in theory, will allow for moments where Elandil can boost the slashes and spinning the blade. The blades also had the advantage of being able to face any direction. When gripped hard and made a shaking motion, the staff turns into a Bow. The chunky sides of the blade expanded and using the crystal to form a line made of pure energy between them.

A small platform also extended from the grip. In regular bows, this would be used to keep an arrow still. However, in this case, the arrow actually formed with the help of the platform. Depending on the crystal, the round would hold different attributes and act differently. A fire crystal would result in an unstable but explosive arrow, while a lightning crystal will give an unpredictable but highly damaging one. The reason most Huntsman and Huntresses chose not to use this kind of weapon is that it can consume a lot of stamina and the fire rate lacks compared to any other gun, even if the bow having the potential of dealing excessive damage compared to those weapons. In Elandil's case, however, his speed will make up for that, proving a deadly combination. In theory.

"This works beautifully, Penny, I'll repay you in my own way, somehow," Elandil beamed, looking over the weapon in awe.

Penny blushed."You know that is unnecessary but thank you."

"... While we are still on the subject, I want to show you that I wasn't sleeping the whole time." Elandil gestures towards his own table. His trench coat hung on the wall, with a hardened black hood weighing down on it. A new T-Shirt he "confiscated" back when he trashed Junior's Place was sticking inside the coat as well. The young huntsman in training did this to see if they would go together well, better than his old shirt anyway. This one was a black shirt with a broken "Y" symbol on it, one side of the "Y" went to his shoulder while the other simply went straight left. The two outer lines were red while the middle one was white. His pants were now fixed and patched with multiple hunter grade pieces of material and stood neatly in the corner of the table.

However, the most attention-grabbing thing was in the middle: a freshly made metal mask stood on a mini pedestal. It had Elandil's facial features but lacked emotion and lips, the eyes were covered with a special glass, tinted green. The mask was designed to cover his face and forehead but nothing more. The new hood of Elandil's trench coat would cover his hair, leaving only his lower jaw exposed. Being Dust infused, it was practically an armor. He also had taken the liberty to apply some cosmetic features on the mask, symbols looked random at first, but they were mini "Tornado Lines" just placed really close to each other, from afar it looked like a mess of lines, however.

the ginger girl gave her friend a nod, after scanning every piece on display."They certainly look combat ready!"

Elandil grinned. "I can't wait to test it!"