I'll bounce around with POVs in this chapter. I'll signify when with a slash and who's point of view it is in bold text.


It was the day of departure to Beacon Academy for new students and Sawyer Flint.

He packed his bags the night Ozpin had offered him a place there.

Flint had done all his schooling in public school but never joined a combat school for prehunter training, but rather trained with his sister, who was a huntress working for the city, from a younger age.

Flint could have applied to join Beacon that year, but he thought he should shoot for a smaller and possibly easier school to become a hunter and simply work for the city like his sister.

"Damn that's a big ship," Flint said to himself as he begin to walk on board the Bullshead that felt leaves bigger than the one the criminal he and Ruby fought was on.

"I hope my luggage is okay whereever they put it."

The only thing Flint had on him were Ashes Artillery, his dark red gauntlets that were retracted under his mahogany parka and grey tank top. He also had his favorite thermos, filled with a blend of grog and peppermint coffee.

Flint took a seat by the entrance and pulled out his scroll to message his sister that he made it on the Bullshead and would be taking off soon.

He put down his scroll to look around and see the type of people on the ship with him. He scanned the crowd and start writing people off as fodder or not.

A blonde boy with just a sword and armor, fodder. Four boys with the primary colors for hair skulking around, fodder. A ninja looking boy in green and pink, not. A lively girl with a grenade launcher, not. A literally red haired girl with a serious face and a wicked short sword by her side, probable not . Pyrrah Nikos, the 4 time winner of Mistral Regional Tournament, absolutely not. Flint couldn't believe who he saw chatting it up and recognized on the spot.

"Hot damn! It's Gregory St.Peter too?! He's been the rival to Pyrra Nicos for the past four years and my personal hero," Flint whispered to himself, hunched over into his thermos.

He almost couldn't believe that two world renown fighters from Mistral might be in the same classes as him if he passed whatever test he had to take for Ozpin. He sipped his thermos, stirring his mind if he could compete with Gregory or Pyrrah if they have to fight for an exam.


Gregory St.Peter's POV

"There is a whole lot of competition here on this ship isn't there," Gregory gawked as he did a take on the passengers while he attempted to start a conversation with a boy he just walked over too.

"You are right, my friend. It is a rather eye catching bunch at first glance especially with the Gregory St.Peter here," the friedly boy said. He had pale skin and dark hair, contrasting rather starkly.

He glanced over the crowd and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Aoi Thuong."

The two boys meet eyes and took a moment to examine each other.

Gregory was familiar to all people who watched some amount of television, because his pitch black, wavy hair, charming and genuine smile, and rich olive skin face that was plastered on several Pumpkin Pete's merchandise, along side with Pyrrah Nicos.

Gregory was wearing all expensive bronze plates and chainmail, not to dissimilar to some old gladiator armors and simpler clothes underneath. Sheathed on his back was a thick shafted, all metal, golden spear with the small technological details all hunter's weapons usually had to change shape to some capacity.

Aoi was much simpler than Gregory clothing wise. His attire was composed of a purple and green coat made of some light and shiny fiber that hug down to his thighs with designs of swirling leaves and floating feathers decorating it and seemed to be the only thing of higher value on the boy's person beside his weapon. His pants were a common brand able to be picked up in any run of the mill supplies shop that many hunters used in their line of duty. On the boy's back was tied with flowing fabric from the handle, a giant gunbai fan with definite hidden skills and works for a hunter's weapon. It had a similar design to his coat.

"I like you jacket and fan. Please do call me Greg, Peter, or Gregor. Whatever you like," Gregory said. "My spears name happens to be Midas," he scratched his arm in awkwardness at the flamboyant name with a toothy grin branding his face.

"Thank you very much Peter," Aoi thanked with a calm smile. "My weapon doesn't have a particular name, as I haven't give it much thought, but I sure hope you aren't offended by real big fans."

"No problem at all, Aoi. It is a pleasure to meet you," Gregory greeted, reaching his hand out for a shake. Aoi took it and gave a firm shake back.

"A pleasure. May I ask what a splendid fighter as yourself is doing so far from Mistral?" Aoi said.

"It would be my pleasure."


Flint's POV

"Why does she have to know every thing I'm doing!" Flint thought to himself.

He was glaring at the conversation him and his sister were having about if he took one of her books. He replied, trying to scream through text by slamming a finger on every letter he typed, telling her he only took what he needed from his room and his coffee stuff.

"I don't think typing as hard as you are is going to get your point across any better," a girls voice broke his concentration on the raging conversation with his dear sister.

He looked up to see a girl decked out in almost all white with a rapier at her side, staring down at him with glass blue eyes.

"I think that the person I'm texting should be able to feel the intensity through their scroll anyway from how well they should know me. What's your name?" Flint said.

"Isn't it common courtesy to give your own name before you ask for someones else's?" The girl in white pronounced in a pompous and uppity tone, tossing her snow white hair.

"Is the question to hard to answer or are you too cool to reply?" Flint retorted, not like the girl's tone or demeanor.

"If you insist on being so hard headed and if you must know I am Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee dust company. Now if I may ask who may you be," The girl said.

The name sounded familiar to Flint but he couldn't quite remember if he had ever heard or cared about the name and company.

"Well," Flint mocked in a long and drolly voice. "Ms.Sneeze, heiress to the Sneeze dust company, I am Flint."

"I'll have you know that I will not stand for the mockery of my family's name and legacy, and if you continue on doing so we will have a serious issue," proclaimed the pale girl as Flint sipped his coffee, maintaining the same steely glare she shot at him.

"Rather than having a problem with you I'd much prefer a extra thermos of coffee. Seeing as you can't provide that or anything but a snobby attitude, I shall take my rough typing some where else, for both mine and your pleasure, Ice Queen."

Flint stood up, noticing he had about nine inches on her in height, and walked away. He was taking one extra gratifying sip to savor the crushing amount of awe she held on her face with a silent gasp, sealing the wonderful encounter of his.

He wandered through the further parts of the ship and happened to hear a familiar voice of a small girl. Flint spotted the red hooded girl talking to a taller blonde female, that was more of a woman than a girl compared to the rest of the passengers.

"Should I go and make a tough conversation with the Ruby girl or sip my lovely coffee?" Flint juggled the options in his head.

In the end he decided that he'd say high to her if and when the lovely feeling of that his recent one sided, smoking of an encounter with the Ice Queen went away. He walked over to a window and just cloud watched in anticipation for the take off of the ship. He finally heard the talk of a news reporter and turned around to find a TV broad casting news about the man in the white suit that he and the Ruby girl meet.

"..the robbery was lead by nefarious criminal, Roman Tourchwick, who continues to evade authorities," The reported told the camera.

"So that's that sick gingers name," Flint muttered to himself.

"If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact Vale Police department. Back to you Lisa."

"Thank you Cyril. In other news this Saturday's Faunus Civil Rights Protest turned dark when members of the White Fang disrupted the ceremony. The once peaceful organization has now disrupted..." The TV projection got cut off and a projection of the huntress, Glynda Goodwitch appeared.

"I don't know how I how I feel about her," Flint said again, now louder to himself.

The Red haired girl Flint had noticed when scanning the passengers was near by him and took notice of what he said.

She walked up to him and tapped his shoulder and said, "How did you meet Glynda Goodwitch?"

"How did you come to build the habit of trying to pry questions from total strangers talking to themselves, Pinky?" he asked the literal the red head.

The girl dressed in crimson, brick, and cherry red sleeveless, light leather armor that also passed as very detailed clothing. The sword she carried at her side was several shades of red like her clothing too but its steely blade glimmered as dangerously as any blade.

She wore a knee high leather skirt, knee high black leather sandal like shoes, and decorated leather gloves that went up to her shoulders . Her imperial red hair hung to the small of her back but that wasn't a far distant, as she was about five foot seven inches. Her eyes were dead serious and pine green.

"It is remarkable that you sound just like a snobby snowflake of a girl I meet several minutes ago," Flint noted the similarity of air between the girl in front of him and the earlier met one.

"You can call whoever you're talking about that, but I'm anything but a snowflake bud!" she stated, now raising her voice to challenge the rube boy's tone.

"Keep thinking that. When these tests to get into Beacon roll around, don't be any more mad than you are now when you get smoked because your trying to trash talk the competition to death," Flint said.

"Those are way too big of words for someone who has got some sissy coat on with a fur hood and has a thermos for weapon!" Flint closed the distance between him and the girl, a scowl on him face already, sealing the lid of the thermos

"I bet I can crack this thermos over your head faster than you can ready your sword, but I don't wanna spill my coffee. It's got no sugar and it's still sweeter than you are, sweet cheeks."

"My names Eadith Kestrel!" she proclaimed as her eyes shot wider in anger and Flint pulled his thermos back to wack her bright red head, with a scowl burning brighter and brighter on his face.

She gripped her sword so tight her veins started popping out and before they could have go at each other, a boy in purple and green threw himself between them and put a hand on each of their readying arms.

"The exams haven't even started and you two are already on edge and at each others throats? Why not keep the same energy when we all become huntsman and start slaying grimm together?" The boy tried to talk down the two, while looking back and fourth between them, making sure the other wasn't making moves to kill the other while he wasn't looking.

"Oh, please! He would've been laid out before he knew I hit him," Eadith Kestrel declared to the watching crowd, mixed emotions plastered on their faces.

Flint spotted Gregory St.Peter, looking back and forth from a spot to his right to where the boy in purple was originally standing, and the Ice Queen gawking at the squabble him and Eadith had gotten into.

"Good for you he stepped in, hothead, other wise you would've had a terribly embarrassing tomb stone," Flint said, brushing off the girl like she was a buzzing fly.

He motioned his hands in a rainbow arc gesture and said in a steely voice, "'Death by coffee thermos. Could talk the talk but not walk the walk.'"

Eadith grew a shade of red across her face and leapt at Flint, but mid air she was suspended, swinging wildly at the boy's face, but couldn't because of Aoi, holding out his hands in a circling motion like he was holding the girl in the air.

"Let me go so I throw him off this ship through the window!" Eadith was swinging at the air bellow her, but flailed to no effect.

"Well even I wouldn't wanna take that fall." Aoi gestured his arms differently and moved her to face the window.

Flint followed their gaze slowly to see they were hundreds of feet in the air. The most beautiful view of the Kingdom was right in front of them. They had risen into the air and not noticed they were able to see every building and every dot of a person on the streets and a beautiful body of water strait ahead, with Beacon in view. Both Flint and the Eadith girl dropped their arms and jaws at the sight of it all.

"I would've loved ending you early, but the view from right here, aside from you, is too beautiful to see from a jail cell," she stated, not breaking her view.

"You may be a gnat of a person, but you are right about this view. I won't say sorry, but I will apologize for making both of us miss the ship rising to this point of view."

Flint looked over with a shut mouth and serious face again to see the boy in purple place her down and dawning a grin of satisfaction of his work of peace.


Weiss's Pov

I was watching the news woman talk about the protest gone bad and trying to get over the "Ice Queen" remark that blunt and disrespectful boy made, until the news was shut off and the huntress Glynda Goodwitch came on and welcomed the passengers to beacon.

I listened to hear her tell us that we had the clear privilege of attending Beacon, until shouting broke my attention.

A small crowd had gathered around. Violent shouting and remarks were being thrown like molotov cocktails from what I heard.

I pushed through to see the indecent boy arguing with a pretty girl in red. I heard the girl insult the Flint boy's parka and his can of coffee until he bolstered the fact he could hit it over her head faster than she could draw he weapon.

They were about to clash, but a boy with a large fan on his back shot between them faster than I could follow and stopped the two.

"Darn. I was hoping to see him get some comeuppance for earlier," I thought to myself, loosening my ridged shoulders from the tension in the air from just those two alone.

By the time I took a breathe and thought of walking away the girl jumped at the boy and began striking at his face until the boy who first stopped them threw up his arms and held the girl in the air with what I could only guess was his semblance.

They traded words for another time then the boy turned her to the window and Flint followed and the two fell still in the beautiful view of Vale, which I agreed was rather pretty.

I looked back and didn't see the projection of Mrs.Goodwitch anymore.

"Darn that Ruffian for making me miss Mrs.Goodwitch's speech," I spat, stomping my foot.

A smell of vomit cut the air strait to my nose as I turned and saw a boy vomiting his breakfast and lunch in the corner of the ship.

"How indecent."