Before anything else, I own nothing but the original characters, and content therein related to them. RWBY is owned by RT, and any mentioned creator's work belongs to them, and them alone. Rest in peace Monty, your vision lives on in us all.
Author's note. There's a tomboy GF shitpost meme really early on.
CHAPTER 9
While Team RWBY spent their morning decorating, cleaning, and or making pseudo bunk beds, Team SPGL was just waking up. "Anyone else sleep like a rock?" Halcyone asked, as Siniy sat up from his tiny bed.
"I've literally slept on a pile of rags that was more comfortable than this." Siniy groaned, not wanting to remember his days in the mines of Solitas, then his bed finally broke under his weight, and he sighed in exasperation. Broken furnature was an all too common occurance for him.
"The mattresses are too soft for my taste… That and I can't stand how big the room feels, I need to be in a closed up space like a bunk or a car." Halcyone said, looking at the mess her bed had become over the course of the night.
"Do you not want it?" Siniy asked. Halcyone looked at the giant, then shrugged.
"Floor under a bunk 'll be more comfortable anyways. You can have my mattress, besides, you need the extra padding." She said, pulling her sheets and blanket off the bed, then shoving the mattress over to Siniy.
Clayton popped his neck, and looked at the walls. "A hammock would do me some good, make this place just like home." He said, drawing a snort of amusement from Pale.
"Playing into stereotypes, eh jungle boy?" Pale asked, getting an eye roll from Clayton.
"We can solve the bed dilemma later, we've all got class in little over an hour so we need to get showered and into our school uniforms then down to Professor Peach's room." Clayton said, and like a bullet, Halcyone shot up off the floor.
"Dibs on the shower!" She shouted. Usually one would not have to call dibs on a shower, but as it stood, Beacon first year dorms only had 4 full bathrooms per hallway, and each hallway had 6 dorm rooms. With 4 people in each room, that meant, at any given time only 4 out of 24 people in a hall could shower, while the others had to wait.
Halcyone grabbed her uniform, a towel and began stripping in the hall as she raced for the bathroom. Showers that could last longer than 2 minutes? Halcyone had only dreamed of such a luxury. It was at the exact moment Halcyone tossed her undershirt to the floor, that Jaune Arc stepped out of his dorm room, catching an eye full of the blond Vacuo girl's tanned breasts.
Though not a stranger to accidentally seeing someone half or completely naked, what with having so many people in the Arc house it was nearly guaranteed to happen, Jaune was not prepared to see his first live pair of boobs (ones he wasn't disgusted by the sight of as a result of blood relation) so soon, or so early in the morning, and passed out on the spot. They were heavenly, a small B cup, sun kissed, with tan lines from some form of chest wrappings she might have worn when not in that golden undershirt, they would make a lesser man weep, and for some reason the few scars that dotted her chest only made them even more attractive.
But wait there's more! Jaune hadn't realized until then, but Halcyone was a total tomboy, and in his head that ticked off more boxes than it should have. She was hot, tough, clearly didn't like all the frilly girl stuff his sisters had tortured him with if the leather jacket and short hair was of note, probably had some super cute secret femininity she'd hide, and clearly didn't have any issues being seen topless. Truly Tomboys were the ultimate straight man's choice…
The three males of Team SPGL watched the entirety of Jaune's passing out from their door, and held their laughter in, before gathering their school clothes, (a custom fitted and comically large set of uniforms had to be made for Siniy,) ready for after their turns in the shower.
Classes went as could be expected.
Breakfast at 0730. Which team SPGL skipped that morning
Survival school/botany at 0800.
Stealth and Security at 0945.
History at 1115.
Lunch at 1230.
Dust theory at 1330.
Grimm studies at 1415.
Weapon craft and maintenance at 1600.
Self directed sparing at 1700.
Dinner at 1800.
It wasn't an average day though. The first day of classes started at 0900 due to initiation the day before, and mostly consisted of introductions and curriculum outlines.
Survival school and botany were not exactly what one would have considered traditional classes. The survival aspect, while useful for hunters who spent long periods of time in the field, was lost on most students, especially those who'd grown up outside of the kingdoms like Pale and Ren, and knew better than the book lessons. Clayton on the other hand was taking notes, having grown up on an island the length of which could be walked in less than a day, he'd never needed such skills before. But now, with the posibility of being on an extended mission outside of the kingdome as soon as the end of the semester? He'd need every bit of info he could get.
Stealth and security was another class that unfourtunatly wasn't made for many of the current class of huntsmen and huntresses. The stealth part more than the security part. Clayton and Siniy nearly chuckled at the idea of being a shadow in the night of downtown Vale, or masking their presence in a forest. Blake on the other hand took the teachings to heart to better her own methods of sticking to the darkness.
Dust theory, though not a "hard science" was nearly required for anyone who didn't have ready access to SDC advisors. As the practical aplications of dust were only the tip of the iceberg in the field of applied chemestry, something Halcyone had picked up on a few years ago.
Professor Port's grimm studies class was for lack of a better word, a joke to most of team SPGL. Clayton was an intelligent enough man to read up on the many monsters he'd be facing before attending a school to fight them, and did his share of slaying with Ruby throughout the years on their home island, and so took the class time to lean over and watch Ruby as she drew up weapon modifications for Crescent Rose, his Kingslayer, and Ember Celica should they have tme during weapons craft and maintance next period.
Pale was even less impressed with the class, though he'd never considered himself a master at the art of hunting grimm, they were like any other animal, only bigger and stronger, no more a threat than a big lion or bear, so much so he'd been able to sleep in proximity to them before. A universal rule came with the fact that they were just big animals, shoot it and it dies. Naturally he'd pulled his hat out of his school bag, and plopped it over his face to try sleeping.
Siniy, rather than listen to some boring tale of Professor Port's youth, decided to actually read through the course textbook for any deficiencies in information regarding the Grimm of Solitas. Halcyone on the other hand was enraptured by the story. Her life as a smuggler meant she was either always inside of Vacuo, or on the safer trails between Vacuo and Vale. She fought people more often than grimm, so whatever bits of information she could get, she'd soak up like a thirsty cactus in the desert.
The only piece of information that the class actually seemed to absorb though, was a morality lesson that huntsmen needed to be in Professor Port's words "Honorable… Dependable… Strategic, well educated and wise." Pale smirked under his hat.
"I think between our team we got enough 'ah that." He said just loud enough for the surrounding few seats to hear him, getting a giggle from Ruby.
"So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?" Professor Port asked.
Not a half second later did Weiss Schnee shoot up out of her seat, hand raised. "I do sir!" She nearly shouted.
"What's eatin' her up?" Halcyone asked her partner.
"Being upstaged by a team with two faunus during initiation might do it." Siniy said, getting a chuckle from the girl of their team.
Professor Port smirked from under his mustache. "Well, let's find out. Come face your opponent." He said, pointing out the Boarbatusk caged in the corner of the room. Clayton didn't bother looking up from his drawing, the Schnee wasn't worth the attention. She could fight her own battles.
Pale puffed air into his hat, he'd seen the boar when they came into the class and was disinterested. He'd shot one of a king taijitu's heads off, if the Schnee couldn't kill the pig on her own why'd she come to Beacon.
Siniy had a similar sentiment. He'd punted such a small creature to death, the fight couldn't be that hard.
Halcyone was the only one on the team who felt any sort of sympathy for the heiress, though that was mostly out of a similarity in real world combative experience with live grimm. None, that is to say. Though Halcyone would be proud of herself if the Schnee couldn't kill the boar. She'd done well enough against one in the forest when she met Siniy, and on the bridge killed a fair amount of creeps and beowulfs. Either way, the fight would be entertaining for most of the class.