Arriving at the landing pad near Beacon Academy, the students walked past a young blonde man emptying the contents of his stomach into a trash can at least Ruby Rose didn't need to use her cape to clean up the mess.

Reaching the court yard, Ruby stared in awe of Beacon Academy then her attention went to the weapons.

"He's got a club combo," she squealed noticing another weapon, "She's got a fire brand."

"You really should focus on making friends."

"Would they have cool weapons?"

"Not everything needs to be about weapons."

"Yo, Yang," brought their attention onto Yang's teammates.

"Leonard, Larry, Winston," greeted Yang fist pumping her teammates, "What's up?"

"Besides your fists," remarked Larry.

"Yeah, guys remember my sister Ruby. You met her at last year's Vytal festival."

"She got taller," said Leonard.

"Nay, shorter," said Larry.

"No, difference," said Winston.

"Want to hang out guys?" asked Ruby.

Standing between Ruby and Yang, "We got team sparring coming up," replied Leonard as the three hunters carried Yang away.

It seemed she wasn't putting up much resistance.

"Cat's in the cradle," mumbled Ruby stumbling backwards over some luggage.

"Watch it you, idiot," said the white hair girl pulling a metal briefcase from under Ruby, "These vials of powdered Dust is worth more than your life which I'm willing to sacrifice to recoup the cost," removing a leaking vial of red Dust, "You seem young to be attending Beacon Academy," snapping the case closed.

"Sorry," standing up, "I'm only fifteen."

"Sorry?" shaking the cracked vial in Ruby's face, "Who allows a child into a huntsman academy?"

The dust drifted into Ruby's nose. Sneezing, an explosion sent the vial flying from the irate girl's hand. Bouncing, it rolled across the stone walkway.

Without looking from her book, black hair girl's left foot stopped the rolling vial. Picking it up, she stared at the snowflake emblem on the vial diverting her attention from the emblem to the white hair girl and Ruby.

Walking towards them, "Never apologize to a Schnee," stopping, "especially Weiss Schnee, the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, the biggest provider of Dust in Regiment also known for its controversial labor forces and questionable business partners," tossing the vial towards Weiss.

Catching the vial, "Lies printed by our competitors, Miss…"

"Blake Belladonna."

"Don't waste your small brain on muck," storming away.

"Miss Schnee, I promise make up for the trouble I caused," turning to Blake, "Where did she go?"

Dropping to her knees, she fell backwards onto the stone walkway.

Staring at the sky, "Don't think this is what Yang meant by making friends," she mumbled closing her eyes, "Cat's in the cradle."

Sigh.

"Hello," caused her eyes open to the view of a redheaded green eyed female staring at her.

Wearing a brown metal corset with a vertical strip of lighter brown in the center, she wore a black, elastic mini skirt with a red ankle length around her waist and pair of brown opera-length gloves on both arms.

Underneath her red hair a brown circlet adorned with a pair of small, green, teardrop-shaped emeralds on thin chains. A large bronze gorget covered her neck. A bronze bracelet covered the upper half of her left arm.

Bronze greaves started below her thigh continued to her high heeled brown boots with bronze trim. A pair of cuisses ended above her knees.

Looking up, "Hello," answered Ruby, "you're a student here?"

"Yes," holding her right hand out, "Pyrrha Nikos of Argus in the Kingdom of Mistral."

Gripping Pyrrha's hand, "Ruby Rose of Patch," getting pulled to her feet, "Would you know where the Intention Hall is?"

"Should be on your scroll?"

"It's an app?"

"All the academies have one."

"Oh, I…"

"Use yours to download music," smiling, "I've done the same thing," standing beside Ruby, "Let's walk there together."

"Good idea, why did you came to Beacon? Haven sounds like a natural choice for you."

"Wanted a change," noticing Crescent Rose, "Is that a compact high caliber sniper rifle scythe combo?"

"This is Crescent Rose," revealing the scythe, "You?"

Holding up the javelin, "Miló," securing her shield on the bracer on her left wrist, "and Akoúo̱."

"Cool a javelin, double-edged short sword, rifle," clasping her hands together, "and it has a scope."

"Thanks," hiding her embarrassment, "Crescent Rose is cool, too."

Smiling, "Thanks."

Arriving at the Amphitheater, they saw it was filled with students.

"Why were you laying on the ground?" asked Pyrrha.

"Oh," tapping her index fingers together, "how can I call someone a spoiled brat without sounding mean?"

"You!" caused Ruby to jump into Pyrrha's arms.

"Not again," said Ruby shaking in Pyrrha's arms, "Save me."

Holding a pamphlet towards Ruby, "Take this and read it," said Weiss.

Noticing the pamphlet in Weiss's hand, "What's that?" asked Ruby sliding from Pyrrha's arms.

"Brochure for dummies about the dangers of dust," said Weiss, "and you fit the requirements."

"In other words, you can't sue her," remarked Pyrrha.

"And who are you…Pyrrha Nikos."

"Yes, that's my name."

Slapping the brochure onto Ruby's forehead, "Pyrrha 'the pride of Mistral' Nikos, the winner of the Mistral Regional Tournament four years in a row."

Removing the brochure, "So that's important," replied Ruby.

"It's record. She was featured on Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes."

"I don't eat Pumpkin Pete's. Too much sugar and it's bad for my teeth."

"Smart girl. It was pretty cool to be on the box."

Throwing her hands up in the air, "I'm surrounded by idiots."

Mic feedback brought their attentions onto Ozpin standing behind a microphone stand.

"Hello, new students," he greeted, "Welcome to Beacon Academy. I'm Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon Academy. First, those with weapons must secure them in your assigned locker. You won't receive access until your second year. Second, you have all afternoon to explore the campus. Third, rest up. Tomorrow is your initiation. Thank you."