A/N: So I know this definitely isn't good ol' Jimmy's Semblance, but that's why it's an AU. This story is gonna be a fun ride, encompassing from their meeting all the way to canon timelines. They're going to be a little different at the start- they're 28 years younger than canon, after all- so bear with it while they mature into the Huntsmen we know today.
Let me know what you think!
Scribbles
-getting lost-
"I'll be out in a second. Just… go to the amphitheatre without me."
"Are you sure, Glyn?"
"Yup." Her voice was strained, and, truth be told, she was more than a little stressed about the idea of being late for the morning assembly, but she had no choice but to stay behind for just a little while longer.
The words just wouldn't wash off.
Glynda Goodwitch scrubbed at her leg for the nth time, feeling beads of sweat emerge upon her brow. Unfortunately, no matter how much elbow grease she poured into it, no matter how many soaps and scrubs she used, there was no removing the Aura-laced words tattooed painlessly upon her skin.
It was untenable. When she had awoken that morning, she had found a line of silvery text scrawled messily upon her upper thigh. It looked like chicken-scratch; barely legible, the words had taken a decent amount of effort for the blonde to read. When she had finally deciphered the mess, however, a boundless well of fury had risen up in her core, the likes of which she had never seen before.
Is this some kind of joke?! I didn't feel anything happening last night. More importantly, how the hell do I get rid of it?
Examining it with her Aura, she could feel that the words were tinted with the colour of someone else's Aura- a phenomenon she had never even heard of before. But how could she find the culprit in a school that was welcoming over a hundred new students that day?
What were the words even for?
But glancing at her watch, she knew that there was no time to waste. Professor Ozpin, the Deputy Headmaster, would begin his speech soon, and she needed to be present for it. Her perfect attendance record would not be besmirched by some idiot's prank, or whatever this was.
So, she got dressed, thanking the heavens that her uniform's tights and skirt covered the ridiculous text, and jogged to the amphitheatre, making it in amongst the standing crowd of students wearing uniforms from every Academy right as Professor Ozpin stepped onto the stage.
Her team was fairly easy to find, so she settled in beside them with a curt nod. They grinned and waved, used to her icy demeanor. Her eyes fell upon the stage, but before she could focus, she heard someone on her left mutter, "Who designed this stupid school? How were we supposed to know how to get here?"
"Who knows, but I don't mind. At least the girls here are pretty cute, if you know what I mean."
With that last sentence, a vein in Glynda's forehead pulsed. No. Wait. What?
Turning on one sharp heel, she glared at the last speaker, a tall boy standing on the amphitheatre's floor on her left. He was very tall and built, with dark, short-cropped hair and piercing blue eyes contrasting with a pale complexion. Compared to his compatriots, he was indeed fairly dashing. With a smug smirk, he surveyed the crowd, arms crossed in his Atlas Academy blazer. When his gaze landed upon her smaller form, he started, then relaxed, sending her a quick wink.
"You little bastard," she hissed through her teeth.
Hearing her voice, the boy's back stiffened visibly, coy demeanor falling away to befuddled wonder. He pivoted to face her properly. "W-wait, what did you-"
But he couldn't finish his sentence as she swung a fist straight into his gut, feeling the words At least the girls here are pretty cute, if you know what I mean pulsing on her skin.
She didn't know who this idiot from Atlas was, but his Aura was just as silver as the words on her thigh, and she was going to get this creep's presence off of her if it was the last thing she did.