The view of the school was beautiful from the bullhead, but the company of Eadith Kestrel and the lingering smell of vomit from the blonde boy were not so much to Flint.
Flint thought he knew for sure the boy couldn't be that much competition if he couldn't handle just the ride to the top tier huntsman school. Flint pinched his nose as he walked past the puking blonde's used trashcan as he sprinted his way off the ship to a near by trash can.
Flint walked a few laps around the ship and the landing pad to look for someone to ask where would the luggage be put and where they were to go for the orientation. On his third one around he finally found a crew member.
"Excuses me, but where would our luggage be stored during out orientation and where would our orientation be held?" Flint spilled to the man after he turned around from a tap on his shoulder.
"Oh, lemme think." He stopped and rubbed his chin searching his brain for it, hopefully instead of thinking if he he left his stove on.
They stood there for almost five minutes as he rattled his brain for the information as the other members off loaded the passengers stuff from a different compartment.
Flint was about to walk away without saying a second word until the man's face lit up so fast you could almost see the light bulb pop above him.
"Your orientation will be held in the main lecture hall and you and the other's possessions will be placed in the room you will be sleeping in just right by the hall."
"Took you a minute, but thank you for the information anyway," Flint said with a spent tone in his voice. He pulled out a couple lien as a thanks from his back pocket, slapping it into the crew member's hand and turning away.
"No, thank you for giving me the excuse to not unload anything," he cheered, seeing his fellow crew members taking a break behind him.
Flint brushed off the thought of it all and walked down the pathway to see no one other than the Ice Queen, slightly dusty, standing there, muttering to herself about little girls and blatant irresponsibility.
"What has you in a bigger knot than you already normally are, Ice Queen?" Flint called further back on the path than she was. She turned sharply and marched toward him.
"Let me tell you something. I'm not in the mood for your arrogance, Mr.Flint whatever-your-last-name-is, because some dote of a child just blew up almost a case full of dust right in my face," she hollard all the way to Flint, until she was right in his face.
She calmed down just long enough to realize how close she was to him and became more flustered than she was already angry.
"Flint just happens to be my last name. I was gonna offer to help with your cases since the butlers you have here, who you probably won't let retire, are trying and failing to pick them up fast enough for you to make it to orientation. Do they happen to know where to put them either? I guess since you want to be so crabby I guess I'll make my sweet way to orientation without you..."
"Oh, stop talking and help. Maybe then I'll stop being what you think is 'crabby'," she interrupted and waved Flint to help.
He strolled over to the spilled trolley and put the handle of his thermos in his mouth to lift up two boxes of dust.
"Stop trying to be macho and be careful of those two because they should be heavy," Weiss warned, but ultimately didn't need to.
Flint placed them down on the cart and went to take the cases from the older gentlemen struggling to lift them and traded him for the thermos in his mouth.
Flint finished placing all the boxes down and turned to Ice Queen to say, "Oh please. I bet you're not even into macho men. I'll be sure to tell all the guys swarming you for a date when they find out your an heiress to a company, since you make sure that's the first thing anyone knows who you get introduced to."
"'Oh please' yourself because you have such a fowl attitude you won't be a hit for any lady here as much as the puking blonde boy was on the ship," she shot back, trying to get the last word.
"No 'oh please' you, because I have the skills to be kind enough to someone before they write me off as some rich princess who plans to beat a grimm to death with daddies money or just pay off another hunter to do it," Flint shot back, throwing an extra dirty look to her.
"You don't know what your talking about. If you knew the slightest thing about me then you'd know that I'd rather-"
"What? Sing to the grimm? After you told me your name it jogged my memory of you and your family after I left you babbling frozen. I know that you hold concerts of you singing just for the money and swaying people to fall into your dad's more than fair business deals."
"Stop pretending like you know me you blimp of hot air!" Weiss screamed, almost horse.
Flint flinched and wanted to take a step back from the shocking sound from the girl.
"My father has done his job in running his business better than he has raising me himself and I won't let a stranger lecture me on anything I say when he claims he's trying to help me!"
Silence was the only thing to be heard while they stood by, not knowing what to do beside grab the thermos from the butler.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Flint asked, breaking the silence.
"What is suppose to feel good right now? The fact that you make me so angry that I dump my life story to you?" she questioned, looking away furiously.
"Not that, but the relief of letting out your anger. Now that I know something about you, and I'm not gonna assume, but I imagine that you don't have too open a relationship with a lot of your family."
She was silent as she ran a hand on a top case on the cart and looked at Flint, dead on in the eyes with a sudden composed complexion.
"You may happen to be right about letting it out, but I'd rather take it out on some grimm instead of you," she cracked the smallest grin to the side. "Now, don't stop helping now and push this cart to where you think it's suppose to go."
Her sudden burst of level headedness took Flint by surprise. He shuffled over to the cart, handed her his thermos so he could handle the cart, and without a scowl or frown, but just a expression of openness on his face.
He could understand anger better than anyone he knew and better than any other emotion, but sometimes he couldn't treat anger with kindness or common sense and could only return anger back. He didn't dislike Weiss as much as he thought after she appeared less of a bad person full of unearned pride.
"Would letting you ask me question and maybe getting an answer keep the mood as good as it is now?" Flint offered.
"Why, yes, it may. First question, you said Flint was you last name so what is your first?"
"I don't like it so much that I would rather let the mood go back to as bad as it was with me about to hit that one girl with my trusty thermos."
Flint had more arguments start from his first name getting teased than he had cups of coffee in his life, so he just stuck with his much better sounding last name.
"It can and will when I throw this back over the edge of the cliff if you do not tell me," Weiss said, shaking the thermos and throwing a thumb back to the cliff they were just at.
"It be best if you didn't so I'm not forced to throw a heiress down, right after it," Flint chided.
"I have a mean throwing arm and so does Bernstein here." She gestured to the oldest and most hunchbacked butler, already rotating his shoulder to warm up.
"I have no issue with throwing a Ice Queen over. What makes you think I won't throw him too?"
"Cause you trusted him enough to hold your coffee while you moved his and Richard's cases on the cart. Now talk or after you're done telling all the boys I don't like macho men, I'll tell everyone you, the humongous Air Bag, has a sweet spot for the elderly." Weiss had nearly removed her whole bad temper from earlier and was dramatically waving her arms and swooning about
"Anyone who doesn't like the elderly was to be as big an Ice Queen as you, Ice Queen. If you hadn't noticed, I'm letting you hold it right now too, stupid."
"If you stop calling me Ice Queen, then I will stop prying for your first name and we can move on to a different question," Weiss offered as a trade.
"We wouldn't have time for another question since we're already at the doors to Beacon, Ice Queen," Flint mentioned as they stood in the shadow of the massive Castle like building.
"That is no fair. You delayed the question the whole time here," Weiss scoffed as she stomped.
"Get over yourself and have Richard push the cart into the room next to the main lecture hall cause that is were all our stuff is."
"You forget I have your trusty thermos," she said, holding it right in front of her, swaying it in Flint's face.
While she flaunted it, he snatched the thermos back and held it under his arm tightly. Flint held the door open for Richard and Bernstein and the cart.
"No, my leverage!" cried Weiss, trying to pry the container from under the boy's strong arm.
"You can try and struggle it away from me or you can keep up and follow me to orientation," Flint made obvious.
Flint slipped through the door and shut shut the door in her face after Bernstein stepped through. He held it shut as he gave the butlers directions to the room they were to drop it all off. Flint waited for them both to be out of sight before letting Weiss come in the open the door.
"Is all you do cheat me from knowledge!?" She threw open the door and beat at his arm.
"I also make some killer coffee," Flint stated, stiff arming her out of reach. She slapped his arm away and began walking past him, pouting.
"Stop playing around and take me to orientation so I may know how I can become a huntress and protect the world from people like you."
"I'm the least amount of bad. Only petulant a lot of the time," Flint claimed, catching up to her with a quick stride.
"That way and the door to the left," He pointed. They strode there in silence for the remainder and when turning the corner to see even more people that were even on the Bullshead.
"Probably all the extra people here are upperclassmen seeing how the meek freshman compare," Weiss said, confidently like the sea of people weren't in anyway impressive.
"I don't know, maybe. Or they have just come for the Mistral tournament Champions, Gregory St.Peter and Pyrra Nicos," He offered, searching the crowd for either two and spotting neither.
Flint turned around to see Weiss slowly walking up behind Ruby and screaming something at her.
"No thanks for that conversation," He thought as he turned and walked up close to the stage, waiting for Ozpin or Mrs.Goodwitch to begin.
"Hey your the guy who Aoi had too stop from fighting Eadith," pointed out someone what had walked up behind Flint.
Flint didn't want to talk to new strangers over a argument of his so he turned around with his best sarcastic "And who are you face" while sipping his coffee, but his eyes shot wider than the first time he tried good coffee.
"Your G-Gregory St.Peter! I'd ask to shake your hand but I don't want to be a fanboy. I guess it's nice to meet you," Flint stumbled, spiting the coffee back in the thermos, then trying to collect himself again while not squealing in his mind.
Flint had loved watching the Mistral tournament since his sister introduced him to it when they were younger. While watching the tournament Gregory St.Peter managed to pop up on the map from out of the blue and manage to fight his way through adult combatants and hunters as a preteen, without getting a single literal scratch on him. St.Peter had joined the same year Pyrra Nicos had, and although she didn't clear the other fights as easily, she managed to play with him in the final round.
"I wouldn't call you a basic fanboy with even just your quality of an argument you had with Eadith."
Flint heard St.Peter say her name again and wondered how they knew each other.
"Not to stop your train of thought, but how'd you know her name?" Flint said. Flint thought it would be a shame that Gregory would have a friend that he already argued with and disliked.
"Oh, her parents run a great shop for dust and weapon parts for hunters and huntresses, but I've just met her recently," Gregory explained.
"Well when did you meet her?" Flint asked.
"Five minutes ago, when we were talking about teams before you stole his attention from our conversation," grumbled the familiar girl, popping out from behind the grinning champion like a red shadow.
"Eww," Flint muttered and fake gagged. "I think you have a leech with a gigantic ego hanging off your boots." Flint squinted daggers at Eadith while she stared back.
"Oh, no. She can provide a rather good point to start an argument and hold a great conversation when she is not glaring at you like she's trying to melt you. Then again, that strong gazes' path is how I spotted you across the room," Gregory babbled on, indirectly tattling on Eadith.
"I wouldn't call it glaring, but definitely a superior gaze," explained the Red dressed girl. "Now, about who's team I think we would be best on. I was thinking of course Pyrra since she is a rather great fighter that can match you, but als-" she was cut off.
"Oh, of course Pyrra is a great fighter and an even better person, but I think it would be no fun if we were on the same team because we would never get to be even greater rivals than we are now," Gregory explained
"Well how about the Sc-" she was cut off again.
Flint found Eadith getting cut off several times funny and could appreciate more than the first time cause Ozpin was speaking.
After the night where Flint was offered a place at Beacon, Flint had done some research to little avail, and only to find that Ozpin was for sure a mysterious and great head master who likes his coffees.
"Ahem... I'll keep this brief," Ozpin spoke into the mic on the stage. "You've traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to protecting the people of your kingdoms. But I look among you and see wasted energy in need of purpose and direction. You will assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
Ozpin finished his speech and backed away and left the stage.
Glynda stepped up to the microphone and said, "You will gather in the ballroom tonight, and tomorrow your initiation begins, so be ready. You are dismissed."
"He seemed more out of place than the last time I met him," Flint stated to Gregory, as he watched Ozpin leave the stage and then the room.
"What?! So now you have meet the head master and Glynda Goodwitch too," snorted Eadith, disbelieving.
"Yes, I have. Why the hell do you care so much?" Flint asked, turning to face her.
Eadith looked up at the slight incline to Flint's amber eyes and growled, "I wanna know what makes you so special for a airheaded half cooked trainy."
"What makes me so special is that I was good enough at fighting some people worse than you that I caught the attention of both of them," Flint brandished the reason.
Flint didn't think he was the best but he was proud that he seemed good enough for Ozpin's standards.
"Yeah right. You were scouted by the head master? You threatened me with a cup of coffee," Eadith giggled back.
"More resourceful than using a basic sword and gun mix. Original much?" Flint said.
"This dao could carve you up easier than a hot bar of hand soap. Try to learn the different between red and pink you eskimo thrift store shopping tomato."
"Your face is the shape of a tomato you ugly sun baked fruit salad," Flint yelled, stepping to the girl, readying his thermos to try and hit her again.
"I don't watch you two for a few minutes and then you start an argument that makes a champion back away in fear," Aoi sighed, pointing to the still backing up Gregory.
"Don't draw their attention to me when they're at each others throats like this, Aoi," he whispered loudly.
"Well Aoi, you should tie that cloth you have dangling from the end of your fan to her collar, because she's off her leash and barking mad," Flint said, building back up the tension from on the bullhead.
"That's no way to talk about your future classmate. You too, Eadith," Aoi said in a disappointed and motherly voice, looking at them both with saddened eyes.
Flint didn't have an aparent issue and found it difficult to find with Aoi. He almost appreciated that someone was trying to be a mediator between him and Eadith who was still staring daggers in the silence.
"Now that that's better, how about we go find a cafe so we can make sure no one is just hangry."
The group spent their time in the cafeteria all afternoon.
Gregory had managed to keep Eadith and Flint from leaving with friendly conversation and the benefit of telling stories about the Tournament.
Aoi had been the thing stopping from Eadith and Flint from starting an argument anytime they wanted to speak to Gregory about different things.
The group had rather enjoyed their time together, ordering different items over several hours from the small cafe in the cafeteria.
Night time rolled around and everyone had reassembled in either the restrooms to ready for bed or the hall, already in the sleeping bags left for them by the staff.
Flint had finished brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas in the co'ed bathroom with the other three after their long day of starting and stopping arguments and eating away the resentment with cakes and ice cream and sandwiches, when he noticed that the sleeping quarters were co'ed too.
"I wonder if this was the smartest idea letting everyone sleep in the same room and not have a teacher on deck. No early curfew even," Flint said.
He was not excited at the idea of everyone being aloud to do almost anything within reason in a common room.
"Free bonding time with new people I guess," Gregory shrugged off.
Gregory was dressed in his Lion onesie that he pulled off better than the blonde from the ship was in his own blue onesie.
"I like your onesie!" Gregory shouted across the room of people trying to sleep, to the blonde that he noticed.
"Shh, you goof, people are trying to sleep," pestered the confirmed mother bear of the temporary group, Aoi.
"Well after that goofy move I am going to head to bed. Goodnight all," Gregory said and fairwelled as he wandered of to his roll out somewhere probably distant so he wouldn't have fans proding him in his sleep.
"Well I'd say that after hanging with him he's both cooler and less cool in different ways if you get what I mean" Flint said to Aoi and the forever agitating Eadith.
"Definitely not what I imagine him being like from TV," Eadith admitted.
"I think I'd like him as much if he was an egotistical celebrity," Aoi said.
"Aoi, you like almost everyone by default," Eadith pointed out.
"Pretty much," Flint agreed.
"Well that's cause I find everyone has a reason to act the way they do. You can't do anything to change them but kill em with kindness," Aoi explained.
"Then it's as big a mystery of how you stay patient as where grimm come from," Eadith said.
"We finaly agree," Flint gasped in mock surprise.
"Well it might not ever happen again, so don't get hopeful. We're not close enough for me to even share a entire room with you," Eadith said, eyeing Flint with obvious distaste.
"I of course feel the same way, so please sleep well knowing I'm better at hating you than almost anyone," Flint bid her goodbye with a squinty, resentful smile.
"I hope you have night terrors about getting water boarded by giant clown spiders," wished Eadith, as she waved over her back, walking away.
"Well I'm going to follow their lead and go to sleep. Have a good night Flint," Aoi waved and disappreared.
All alone, Flint heard an argument almost as quality as one of his and saw the Ice Queen lecturing Ruby and her tall blonde friend. Since the day was over and he had the perfect excuse to leave at anytime in the conversation, he headed over with his sleeping bag and stuff to see what's up.
Ruby, Weiss, and the big blonde Flint heard Ruby call Yang all were arguing around a black haired girl reading a book by a candle.
"Well this can rival one of my own shouting matches," Flint mutter as he waded over, trying to be social with more than one person at a time.
"Now that a semi-sensible person is here to take my side, why don't you two admit that your both plotting against me and that you can't shut up while people are sleeping," Weiss accused.
"Oh be quiet Snow Dutches and go back to sleeping on the king sized bed you brought," Yang dismissed, waving off the white haired girl.
"Oh please be more quiet. People are gonna wake up, or complain, or be mad at us," Ruby hushed, her eyes glancing around, anxious of any irritated people.
"The Snow Dutches is a great name, but I single handedly elected her as Ice Queen earlier," Flint explained to Yang.
"But it's not a vote if your the only one picking the name, and Snow Dutches is way more creative. And who are you?" Yang said.
"But Dutches doesn't match the level of cold a Queen has, and Ice Queen sounds more iconic," Flint explained, ignoring her question.
"The point is not my name you chose to insult me by, but rather the point of this girl can't stay away from me and not cause a scene at the same time," Weiss rattled with anger.
"I'm not trying to do either and I am on your side. Oh, and Yang, this is the boy that fought the robbers with me," Ruby introduced.
"You know this child ! So the reason you were so mean and then alluring all of a sudden was because you were working with the enemy," Weiss roared again, louder than anyone had been in the hall all night.
"Alluring?" Flint muttered to himself. No one heard him.
"I'm not the enemy and he wasn't plotting either, right?" Ruby argued to Weiss then turned to Flint.
Yeah, if he helped my sister out of the blue in such a dangerous situation then he's a good egg," Yang backed Ruby up then turning to whisper to Flint, "Your not plotting against her right?"
"First off what do you mean was mean then alluring?" Flint asked.
"I concur," Yang agreed in a casual voice, giving a shirtless Flint in flannel pj pants a look up and down.
"Ew shut up," Ruby gagged.
"You would've helped her two if you saw the way she kicked a guy through a window and proceeded to hold her own. You've also been keeping people up as much as we have since you chose to argue with them and then me too," Flint argued with Weiss.
"You flirty foozy of a traitor! I should have-"
The last candle light was blown out by the girl in black on the floor next to them all.
"Hey, Ice Queen, now that you're over your self and those theories, do you mind sharing some of this king size bed I heard about?" Flint questioned in the dark.
"No, you perverse dunder head! I don't even have a king sized bed hear, and if I did you'd be sleeping at the foot on the floor for your treachery!"
"So I'm hearing it is not a King. So it must be a Queen, but is it still a no now that it's a new bed?" Flint questioned, following the outline of Weiss in the dark
"No, so go and sleep in your own spot," Weiss scoffed.
"I don't have a spot, so I'm going to find one by you since everyone must've been scared off by your glare when you laid your stuff down," Flint explained.
Weiss tried to stay silent and sneak away, but Flint followed her, put down his stuff, layed out the bag. He slipped in and dozed off immediately, but heard a muffled goodnight from the lump in the dark next to him and fell to sleep with a small smirk.
