Alright so I got some stuff edited and changed a few chapters so it is better. Nothing to big, enjoy this new chapter
I do not own RWBY
But I own my OC's
The week since the initiation test had been quiet. Class choices have been made and every student had replaced their ammunition and had signed their student handbook. The Headmistress of Beacon smiles to herself another year prepared for and with a week to spare. "Well Arnold," the woman says to her second in command, "we are ready for another school year. I think Ozpin and Glynda would be proud, at least I would like to think they would be."
"I would like to think our predecessors would be proud that their legacy is still kicking without them too Michele." The two educators stand in Beacons clock tower, rebuilt since the wear destroyed it and named after its two previous in habitants, Ozpin Tower always looking over the school standing as a place all can look to for protection and guidance and Glyda Hall connecting the entire school together and stretching out from Ozpin Tower like a hand for wither help or to remind you that you are still on these sacred grounds and should act as such. Deep in the halls are two pairs of glasses set in a glass case both cracked beyond repair.
The pair stand still looking out over the school, both have greying hair, maybe better described as very greying hair, one would be very surprised to find that neither is older than forty. They are veterans of the war and the death and sacrifice, the hopelessness and sadness, the need to be emotionless and the fear, made them age faster than their young bodies should have, "I wish they were still here I wish I didn't have just one book left for me to rely on for wisdom." Michele says, "What of team AJST? Have you found what we need?"
"Yes Head Mistress, but it barely works," the man says slightly annoyed.
"Let me see Arnold," she is handed a plain folder. She opens it and begins to read skeptically.
Alec of Strip: (Leader of Team AJST)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Current Classes: Mathematics I, English, Recent History, Team Combat Tactics, Leadership, Combat Class, Basic Vehicular Usage, Grimm Studies.
Initiation Points: 100/100
GPA: N/A
Transfer GPA: Pass
Jasix of Strip
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Faunus (Specifically Tiger Variant)
Current Classes: Mathematics I, English, Recent History, Combat Class, Hand to Hand Combat, Basic Vehicular Usage, Grimm Studies.
Initiation Points: 100/100
GPA: N/A
Transfer GPA: Pass
Saras of Strip
Age 15
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Current Classes: Mathematics II, English, Recent History, Combat Class, Medical I, Special Weapons Combat, Grimm Studies.
Initiation Points: 100/100
GPA: N/A
Transfer GPA: Pass
Tyler of Strip
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Synthetic Humanoid
Current Classes: Mathematics III, English, Recent History, Grimm Studies, Combat Class, Computer Science II, Abnormal Combat.
Initiation Points: 100/100
GPA: N/A
Transfer GPA: Pass
"Strip is really bad at this, I was talking to them for an hour just to get that."
"It is good enough, For computer science have Amber come in, Mist had to leave."
"Yes Ma'am," The vice headmaster says with a nod.
"Don't bother her today though, it is the anniversary of The Battle For Domino," the Headmistress continues overlooking her school, "I wonder if Ozpin used to do this."
"He did, you never looked."
"Arnold, it's funny, I hated him because I was fighting, I hated him for being out leader, I blamed him when we lost friends and now I am standing her training students in hopes that if war comes again we won't have to rely on thirteen year olds to fight our war. Now I am here I see what he did and I know why he fought. I understand what he did."
"And I understand more and more what Glynda did." The man says turning to the woman, "you need to get out, and I am taking you to dinner at Long's, You cannot say no."
The Headmistress places her hands on her hips and looks at the man with a grin, "Arnold are you asking me out?"
Arnold smiles cockily and blushes a bit, "Yes Michele, Now come on we are going."
"Only you would ask me out of pity because of work."
"Who are you kidding I fell for you twenty years ago. I have just not been willing to let you think I was taking advantage out our, uh, History?"
"And Now?"
"It is worth the risk; what are you going to do? Fire me?"
"Let me get hope, I am not leaving her behind. Never have, never will," The woman walks over to her desk and removes a strapped weapon. She wraps the straps around her waist as she walks to the door to meet up with her friend and date for the night. "I assume you are buying."
"Definitely, now I shall woo you with valiant tales of how myself and my beautiful partner single handedly took down a hive of Death Stalkers single handedly, with the help of our team of course."
The Headmistress of Beacon smiles and slips her arm into her dates arm, "Huh, sounds familiar, I would love to hear your version."
"Oh my dear Michele, You will love it."
They both needed this.