Roman blinked awake with a frustrated groan as the piercing screech of an alarm clock went off within the dormitory. He brought his palms up to his eyes and pressed, causing a sickly swirl of purple and green pulses to obscure his field of vision. After sucking in a breath, he slipped his hands down and around the side of his head, before plugging his ears with his fingers.
"Could you turn that stupid thing off already!?"
Bartholomew's hand shot out from beneath his fluffy blue quilt and slammed into the top of the shrieking device, rendering it silent. Slowly, he dragged himself up to sit upon his mattress, and groped around upon his nightstand to find his large, circular glasses. He clumsily unfolded the arms and placed the spectacles upon his face, before blinking rapidly and looking around the room.
"…where is Adam?"
Roman followed suit and sat up, before letting his hands drop into his lap along with his own quilt to reveal his uncovered chest. He looked across Kali's bed, where the faunus had tunneled her head beneath the pillow, to where Adam should have been sleeping. Instead of another faunus, he saw nothing but messy sheets and a lopsided pillow.
"…huh. Weird," Roman said as he swung his legs around to the side and threw off his covers. He stepped off the bed and into a stretch, showing off his incredibly short, silken, leopard print boxers. Bartholomew instinctively looked away and stepped out of his own bed on the side opposite Roman, to face the wall. He wore a full set of pajamas in black silk, and hurriedly went about unbuttoning the shirt as he remained faced away from his companions.
"Perhaps he went ahead and got an early start?"
"This is an early start," Kali mumbled from beneath her pillow. Finally, she emerged from beneath the plush covering, her cat ears popping back up from their folded positions. "Is there any way we can lower the volume on that thing? Alarms suck when you have four ears."
Bartholomew finally turned to face his team, and frowned. "My sincerest apologies. I'll look into it."
"Thanks," Kali offered as she quite literally rolled out of bed and hit the floor, dragging her blankets with herself. She slowly stood and let the fabric slip down around her person to reveal her own sleeping attire- one of Roman's cranberry colored t-shirts that hung down almost to her knees. Roman merely stared at her as he tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes, and then shook his head.
"How… when did you…?"
"I have my ways," she offered with a toothy smile. "Now, let's get going. The whole point of getting up now was to beat the other teams to the bathrooms, right?"
"Indeed," Bartholomew agreed. He removed his shirt and cast it onto the bed, only to earn a wolf whistle from Roman. "Stop that."
"Not a chance, boss," he replied as he walked over to the closet on their side of the room. He slid the door open to reveal the space packed with his own clothing, and two Beacon uniforms hung up neatly on either side. Roman took his own down, and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and socks from the nearby dresser up against the wall.
"You're both cute, alright?" Kali compromised as she, too, took to getting out her uniform. "I count myself lucky that I got placed on a team with three dudes."
Bartholomew waited for Roman to get out of the way before gathering up his own clothing, and a pair of towels from his side of the closet. He tossed one to the other boy, and turned to face Kali.
"I have a feeling I may regret this, but might I ask why?"
Kali flashed another mischievous grin, and made her way toward the door, her clothes and toiletries in hand.
"A bunch of reasons. First and most obviously, eye candy. The other big one is that I grew up with three sisters, and living with girls is awful. I'm so over fighting for space in the bathroom, taking turns in the shower, missing hair products, boy drama, and everything else. Hopefully the girls' bathroom isn't a nightmare here, or I might just come and use yours."
"And I get the feeling nobody would complain," Roman said as he gathered his own bathroom supplies. "Good luck in the estrogen den. You might need it."
"Thanks," Kali replied before blowing him a kiss. With a wink, she disappeared through the door and into the hallway, leaving the boys to themselves.
"…damn," Roman commented as the door closed. "So, she's a ten, right? The faunus part only makes it hotter, if you ask me."
Bartholomew stood from his crouched position near his nightstand, and adjusted his glasses before furrowing his brows. "While I will not deny that Kali is indeed very attractive… do keep in mind that you've known her for less than a day, and words cannot be taken back. It may be best to reel in your flirtatiousness at least a bit, until we establish boundaries and you get to know her better."
Roman scoffed, and slung his towel up over his shoulder. "Are you seriously telling me you're not going for it?"
"…going for it." Bartholomew repeated. "You're speaking of sex, I'm assuming?"
"What else would I be talking about?" Roman questioned, his tone incredulous. "Yeah, I know she's a person, and we're gonna be together for four years no matter what happens, but you know what? She's into me. She's into both of us, and probably Adam, too. May the best man win."
Bartholomew scowled, and marched toward the door. "She is not a trophy, Roman. I intend to take my time, get to know her as a teammate and individual, and enjoy whatever relationship develops naturally from that. I would suggest you do the same," he warned as he pulled the door open.
It was Roman's turn to let out a noise of disgust as he followed his leader out into the hallway. "What, you think I'm not? I'm just making my intentions clear. If she dials it back, so will I, and if she's suddenly no longer interested, then whatever. Plenty of chicks here at Beacon."
The pair stopped abruptly as a familiar student rounded the corner in a hurry, and nearly ran into them. Adam Taurus stood before them in his Beacon uniform, his hair still damp and a soggy towel in his right hand. The dark green bandanna was still wrapped diagonally around his face, covering his left eye and the area around it completely.
"Good morning," he said sheepishly, his shoulders tense. Bartholomew offered a polite nod, while Roman immediately closed the space between them and shot his hands out for Adam's neck. The faunus froze in place and grit his teeth as he watched his teammate's spindly fingers go to work on his white shirt beneath the black Beacon jacket.
"What did I tell you about top buttons?"
"Roman, I'm wearing a tie," Adam protested futilely as Roman grabbed the silken knot and loosened it to hang below the undone top button.
"Mm-hmm, and you've got a classic punk-ass bad-boy look going on. Trust me, show up like this, and you'll be putting that tie on the doorknob by the end of the week," Roman praised as he finished his work and stepped back. Adam brought a hand up and scratched his head, before shrugging his shoulders.
"I… still don't understand that," Adam admitted with a sigh. "Two other students tried to explain it to me, and I don't get the relationship between doing that and… what goes on inside the room."
"Don't waste your mental energy upon it," Bartholomew instructed. "You do look very nice, Adam. Very… well, I would have said professional, until Roman got to you. The point still stands, I suppose."
"Thanks," Adam replied with a small smile. "You two have class together first period, right?"
"Yeah. And you're with Kali," Roman grumbled. "We're all over the place after that, until lunch. Make sure you get to the cool kids' table."
Adam raised a brow, and looked between his teammates. "How will I know which one that is?"
Roman stared blankly, before dramatically bringing a palm up to his forehead. "It's the one we're at, dumbass."
"…oh," was all Adam could think to say. Bartholomew shook his head in response.
"Believe me, I was confused as well, all things considered. Good luck, and we'll see you in a few hours."
"And to you as well," Adam finished before walking past the pair and back to the OKRA dormitory. Bartholomew and Roman began to walk again, and only made it a few steps before Roman punched his teammate in the shoulder.
"We've got some serious competition, my friend. Adam's ripped."
Bartholomew merely sighed, and led the way into the bathroom.
"And that," the professor paused for dramatic effect as literally none of his students hung on any of his words, "is how I slew my first boarbatusk. There is much you can learn from my tale about strategic thinking, recovering from mistakes, and the value of a good defensive posture. Take that all into consideration as you turn to page thirty-six in your grimm identification manuals, and look over figure four."
Kali leaned forward and let her head noisily impact the curved wooden countertop that served as an elongated desk before herself. Adam jumped slightly from his position next to her in the back row of stadium seating, and frantically worked to flip to the assigned page.
"Kali!" he hissed in a low whisper. "Open your book! Don't get us noticed!"
The girl groaned and slapped her hand atop the book cover, before dragging herself up again and rolling her eyes as she found the page. "Almost a full hour lesson on the boarbatusk? Seriously? I've been killing these things since I was twelve, Adam. Most people here have been through four years of a junior academy already, and they're only at this point? Have they even seen a grimm face to face?"
"I haven't," Adam admitted with a bit of hesitance. "How many different kinds have you actually seen?"
"Shitloads," Kali replied as she rested her chin in her hands and looked over the diagram. "Grew up in Kuo Kuana, a port town on the island that the humans gifted to us after the revolution. Everyone's homeschooled, there, and we hunt grimm that come in from the rest of Menagerie for fun. Most of my education up to this point has been hands-on. I'm not sure what he could teach us that I don't already know," she finished with a nod toward the professor standing far below them. The man was a thin, muscular, good-looking huntsman with jet black hair and a bushy mustache. He had muttonchops and wore a uniform of all red, with blue trim.
"…give him a chance," Adam pleaded as he narrowed his eye while surveying the highlighted weak points on the diagram. "It may be simple, but he's already taught me a few things. Besides, Professor Port seems… enthusiastic?"
"That's one way of putting it," Kali agreed with a grumble as she drummed her fingers on the side of her cheek.
"Now!" Professor Port began after giving his students ample time to look over the drawing. "Based on everything I've said today, figure four, and maybe even your own experience, who would like to make an attempt against a real grimm, in front of their classmates?"
Kali's hand launched into the sky like a rocket, to the point where she stood up out of her seat.
"My, my! So many brave individuals, for first year students! Yes, you there!" Professor Port exclaimed as he pointed to the back row. Kali's smile widened, until she saw his hand turn to a girl three students to her right. "Please, grab your weapon from the back and make your way down to the center of the floor!"
Kali's heart sank as she fell back into her seat with a thud, her ears wilting. Adam hesitated, and put a comforting hand upon her shoulder as the other student stood up and walked behind their row to a waiting closet.
"…you'll get a chance soon, I'm sure."
Kali's ears perked ever so slightly as she gave Adam a warm smile. "Thanks. I just want to show off…"
"I know," Adam replied as he patted her shoulder and then rested his hand back upon the desk. "But for now, maybe we'll be able to learn something by watching… wait, I know her! And what is that?"
Kali twisted her body and craned her neck to watch the student volunteer as she descended the steps between curved rows. Raven held a long, boxy, black sheath at her side, the handle of a sword poking up out of the device at hip level. Inside of the rectangular casing was an arrangement of different colored blades, each on what appeared to be a rotating mechanism visible within a small window just below the hilt.
"Dunno. Looks like a really, really fancy katana. Or maybe a portable blender."
Adam sat up a bit straighter and locked his eye on Raven's weapon. "I hope you're right, about the first one."
"Well, we're about to find out, either way. She's cute, but it must take ages to do her hair. I mean, look at it. It's down to her ass and done up in a plait," Kali mused as she lowered her hands into her lap. "Now I wish we were sitting closer."
"It's not her hair that I'm interested in," Adam replied as Raven made her way up to the professor, who stood a full head taller than her.
"Well, hello!" he offered with a sweeping gesture. "Welcome to center stage, Miss…?"
"Branwen," Raven replied coolly as she kept a hand upon the hilt of her blade. "Raven Branwen."
"Raven, then. Thank you for volunteering to take on this fearsome grimm, on the first day of class! You must be quite confident in your abilities!" Professor Port encouraged as he walked off to the side of the room, where a crate as tall as he was waited on a set of wheels.
"Reasonably," Raven said as she blew an errant strand of hair from her face.
"Glad to hear it, young lady! Now, have you ever fought a grimm before?"
Raven gave a curt nod. "Yes, but not a boarbatusk. Mostly beowulves."
"Well, then I hope you've been paying attention, because they can offer some nasty surprises, even for an experienced huntsman. Focus on what you've learned today, and do your best. I'm assuming you're aware of the properties of aura and its management?" Professor Port inquired. "And the most effective way to use your semblance?"
Raven's mouth drew into a tight line, and she looked away from Professor Port and up into the assembled crowd of students.
"…yes…"
"Then please, take it away, and show us what you've got!" the professor yelled as he pulled the lid of the crate upward and stepped back. A slavering, grunting beast slowly walked out of the crate, and hopped down to the floor. The beast stood just under Raven's height, and seemed to be a monstrous, twisted version of a giant wild boar. Its skin and fur were an inky black, and its body was covered in skeletal plates with ornate red swirls. The monster's head was constructed entirely of a warped boar's skull with two giant, curved tusks, and its four eyes glowed an eerie red through hollow, empty sockets.
"So that's a grimm," Adam whispered as he leaned in toward Kali. "It looks almost… dead."
"It is," Kali whispered back. "Kinda. They're some kind of spirits that reanimate bones and fill in the gaps with their essence. It's like aura, but dark, instead of light. The theory is that that's why they hate living things- their 'aura' contrasts ours."
"If it's dead, then how can it be killed?" Adam asked as he watched Raven begin to circle the beast. Several other students began excitedly talking amongst themselves, while Professor Port stood behind his desk with his hands atop the surface.
"Two options. Hit it until it takes too much damage to manifest here anymore, and it'll dissipate. That, or destroy the real skeletal pieces and break the bonds between spirit and bone for the same effect. Some of those aren't real," Kali pointed out. "Usually, the skull is, and the rest, the thing just improvises. That's why no two grimm look exactly the same."
Raven finally stopped her circling as Kali finished speaking, and the rotating mechanism in her sheath stirred. A plain steel blade pushed up from within the case to attach to the hilt of the katana, and Raven drew the sword before rushing forward. The boarbatusk whipped its head up and to the side, thrusting its tusks at the girl as she approached. Raven leaped into the air in a silent twist and kicked off one of the deadly, curved bones to launch herself up and over the beast while raking her blade along its spine. The beast screamed and a black, ashy substance sprayed upward from the wound as Raven spun into a graceful landing and sheathed her blade.
"Excellent, Miss Branwen! The flesh surrounding the spine is indeed weak!" Professor Port encouraged. Kali pressed her hands down into the counter before herself and squealed in excitement as Adam held his breath. The boarbatusk turned as the wound on its back seemed to close, and the soot-like particles dissipated into the air. Quite suddenly, the beast leaped and began to spin, essentially forming a whirling buzz saw of tusks and bone as the mechanism in Raven's sheath began to whirl once again.
"Be careful, Raven!" Professor Port warned. "Keep your aura up, and be ready to dodge! Only the strongest huntsmen are capable of stopping a boarbatusk spinning at full sp-"
The professor never got a chance to finish his advice as the grimm shot forward, spinning vertically along the lacquered floor of the lecture hall. Raven dug in her heels and drew her katana halfway out of its sheath, revealing a new blade of cyan color. The boarbatusk clashed against her as she leveled her forearm against the back of the blade, and the beast continued to spin in midair against the weapon as sparks began to fly from the steel. An audible gasp rang out from the audience as Raven grit her teeth and pushed with all of her strength. Icy crystals started to form within the whirling blur that was her opponent, and the beast's spinning began to slow.
"Brilliant! Marvelous usage of dust!" Professor Port commented as Raven managed a final heave to force the slowing grimm to the ground. The boarbatusk bounced away in a heap, its dark fur partially crystalized as it let out an angry shriek and stumbled to its hooves. Raven wasted no time in putting the blade away and drawing a fresh, saffron colored one as she ran at her opponent and delivered a spinning kick to its skull. The boar reared back and exposed its belly, only for Raven to sink her katana into the exposed flesh and drive the beast to the floor on its back, where a series of electric sparks began to ripple through its form. All at once, the beast exploded into a cloud of soot and smoke, and its bony skull clattered across the wooden floor before coming to rest at the foot of the stairs between rows of seats. The red, swirling patterns upon the bone seemed to recede into nothingness as the skull began to smoke, and Raven slammed her sword back into its sheath.
A series of cheers and claps erupted from the student body as Professor Port came around his desk to congratulate Raven. Kali stuffed her fingers into her mouth and let out a long, shrill whistle as Adam remained seated, trying to process what he had witnessed.
"She's… incredible…"
"Hell yes she is!" Kali agreed as she sank back down into her seat. "We need to find her after class. I wanna talk to her."
"So do I," Adam agreed. "But we only have five minutes between periods, and we don't know where we're going. You and I aren't even going to the same place, if I remember correctly…"
"We're not, but whatever!" Kali insisted as she closed her notebook and gathered it from the surface before her. "Just play the 'I got lost' card. It's day one, the professors won't care."
"I somehow don't believe that," Adam replied as Professor Port turned to address the class.
"Well, that concludes our lesson for today. I'll see you all again tomorrow, bright and early." The older man moved to pick up the charred boarbatusk skull as Raven hurried up the steps toward the back row, and Kali launched out of her seat to meet her.
"Hi!" the faunus exclaimed excitedly as other students tried to maneuver around the pair. Raven blinked in surprise and held up a hand defensively as Adam joined his teammate's side.
"Um… hi…" Raven replied as she twisted into her row and placed her textbook back into a waiting basket on the countertop. She grabbed her own black leather notebook, and shifted awkwardly as Kali moved closer.
"So, you're awesome. We're pretty awesome, too. I'm Kali, and this is Adam. We're from Team OKRA!" the faunus girl exclaimed with a little wave. Adam merely nodded, and offered Raven a small wave of his own.
"Hello again, Adam," Raven stated as she moved back onto the staircase between counters. "It's nice to meet you, Kali, but we need to get to class…"
"I know, I know," Kali insisted as she began to walk, following Raven down the steps. "But I want to spar, sometime. Please? You were amazing against that grimm, and I could use the practice against human opponents."
Raven paused at the bottom of the steps, and turned to face Kali. "Why's that?"
"Because I'm used to fighting grimm, but not other huntresses or huntsmen. Not for real, anyway. I could maybe show you a thing or two about grimm species you've never encountered. We could make a trade!" Kali pleaded as she rocked on her heels. "I mean, you were really smooth against that boarbatusk, but what could it hurt?"
"It couldn't," Raven agreed as she watched Adam move into position beside Kali silently. "I could actually use some help against grimm. I got lucky with that one, in a sense. Most of my training has been against other people, so… sure. Let's meet up during free sparring tonight. It's everyone's last class."
Kali grinned, and shot Raven a wink. "Cool! What class are you headed to next?"
"Plant Sciences, with Professor Peach," Raven said in a monotone voice that betrayed her lack of enthusiasm. Kali's smile only widened.
"Me too!" she exclaimed, before turning toward Adam as she made her way back up the steps to retrieve their weapons from the closet. "We'll catch up at lunch, okay?"
Adam nodded slowly, and cleared his throat as he finally looked over at Raven. "Um… Miss Branwen?"
"…Raven's fine. We've shared a room for a night, you know," she replied as she looked him over curiously.
"If… if it isn't too much trouble, I'd like to speak to you privately, tonight. Maybe after dinner? Or tomorrow…" Adam asked as he looked down to the floor. Raven looked up at Kali as the faunus walked into the weapon storage closet, and disappeared from view.
"Can I ask what this is about, first?" Raven inquired, her tone neutral.
Adam made a small, uncomfortable noise. "I… really need help with weapons training, and you also… you know, use a katana. I don't know what I could offer you in return, but could we please talk a bit? At least once? I don't know who else to turn to, and I don't think the professors would be willing to provide the kind of help I need."
Raven furrowed her brows and opened her mouth as Kali descended the steps, and offered Adam his katana. The boy took the blade, and Raven's eyes looked up and down the battered sheath with an expression of pity. She closed her mouth, and opened it once again to let out a small sigh.
"…sure. Let me give you my number, a-"
"I don't have a scroll," Adam interrupted with a frown. "I… sorry."
"You… don't?" Kali questioned as she strapped a black leather belt with twin holstered pistols around her waist.
"No. I plan to get one, after our first hunt. I just… don't really have spare lien, right now."
Raven felt a hot wash of guilt spread across her skin, and she shook her head. "No worries. Team OKRA, right? I'll meet you outside of your dorm, after dinner. We've gotta hurry, though, so… I'll see you soon, Adam?"
Adam nodded, and offered Raven a small wave and a thankful smile. "I hope so. Thank you, Raven. You're very… kind."
Raven let out a small snort despite herself as she turned, and began to walk at a brisk pace with Kali in tow. "That's what you think," she muttered quietly to herself as she pushed through the classroom door and into the hallway. Kali finally made her to Raven's side, and hugged her notebook to her chest.
"I think he likes you, Raven," Kali lilted as they made their way down the hall.
Raven rolled her eyes, and shot Kali a sidelong glance as they merged into a large crowd of students. "I hope not. I'm not here to find a boyfriend."
"You say that now," Kali replied with an air of mystery in her voice. "Just you watch, though- you'll end up makin' out in the courtyard under the full moon soon enough. Mark my words."
"First of all," Raven began, "if I was going to make out with a boy it wouldn't be out in the courtyard. Secondly, I'm seriously not looking, so drop it."
"Fine, fine," Kali relented. "So you're all business, then? Came to Beacon to perfect the art of the sword, and slay your enemies in showers of blood and moody poetry?"
"Moody poetry?" Raven questioned as they turned a corner, her cheeks slightly pink.
"You seem like the type, yeah," Kali teased. "Do you, or don't you write poems about the infinite depths of the ocean, spooky forests, and one-sided love?"
"…maybe," Raven said as they made their way into the next classroom. "But I wouldn't let you see them, if I did."
"Weaponry away, ladies and gentlemen," a portly, orange-haired professor in a green dress instructed from her place in the center of the lecture hall. The room was nearly identical to Professor Port's, though diagrams of plants and live specimens surrounded her desk in the place of anatomical posters and skulls of grimm. "You won't be needing them in this class."
"And that's why this class suuuuuuucks," Kali whispered as she followed Raven to the weapons storage closet at the top of the stairs. Raven smirked slightly, and nodded to a pair of nearby seats behind another raised counter.
"Come on. Let's get settled in, and… suffer through this, I guess."
Adam merely focused on breathing as he made his way down the hallway, lagging behind the crowd on the way to his next class. He closed his eye momentarily as he took a particularly deep inhale and tried to get his nerves under control, only to feel a sudden impact as he ran into another student in front of himself.
"Oh! Sorry, I… didn't see you," he offered, while keeping his head down and moving to walk past the other student. He didn't quite make it around the taller boy as he put his hand out and grabbed Adam's wrist.
"Didn't see me, huh? I guess that makes sense, lookin' at ya," the boy teased. "I'll let it slide, this time, though."
Adam's veins iced over as he felt the hand let go of his arm, and he fought back the urge to curse the other boy out. Instead, he took another deep breath, and looked him over. The taller student was almost as muscular as Adam, and he had short, spiky blonde hair with long sideburns. His eyes were a deep blue much like Adam's own, and he carried a pair of sheathed longswords crossed upon his back.
"I… suppose I deserve that," Adam muttered at a barely audible volume.
The other boy offered a cocky smirk, and wrapped his arm around Adam's shoulders.
"See, I like that. Someone not afraid to admit it when they fuck up, and take their lumps. Maybe you're not such a bad guy, despite those horns."
Adam ground his teeth and tried his best to keep his tone neutral, and his hand off his katana. "What do you mean, despite my horns?"
"Oh, you know," another boy of similar stature with curly red hair and a small beard replied from the unfamiliar student's other side. "Most faunus are terrible people. Liars, cheats, swindlers, rapists, and thieves. But, maybe good ol' Ozpin's right. Maybe if we educate your lot young and get ahead of those tendencies, you can grow up to be functional members of society."
"Sounds about right to me. Maybe," the first boy said with a chuckle.
Adam's blood became less like ice and more like magma as his face turned red, and he felt his throat tighten. He choked out a few words, and squirmed slightly to get out from under the other boy's arm.
"Plenty of humans do all of those things, and lots of them do them to faunus," he seethed. "Who are you two?"
"Jay Winchester," the blonde replied.
"Robin Winchester. We're brothers," the redhead followed up.
Adam stopped and let the crowd advance as he tried to decide what to do. The thought of going to Professor Ozpin crossed his mind, but the stigma of causing a scene on his first day of class held him back. The brothers took notice that Adam was no longer walking with them, and stopped to wait behind the crowd.
"What's wrong? Hit a nerve?" Robin asked as he approached, looking over Adam as the faunus struggled to maintain his composure. "Are you going to History?"
"Yes," Adam spat through clenched teeth.
Jay approached and shoulder checked his brother. "Then come sit with us, and prove that you're not like the scum that we're familiar with. Maybe we'll even be… friends," the boy said with a false air of enthusiasm. Robin laughed and hoisted his weapon, an overlarge mace with a head made from many sharpened blades all meeting in a point, over his shoulder.
"Just follow my red hair, little bull. I'm sure it makes you want to charge right at me."
Adam swallowed once more with great effort, and fell in to walk beside Jay.
"There you go," Jay praised as the trio began to walk. "Stick with us, and be something other than the typical faunus, and who knows? Maybe you'll end up on top, around here."
Author's Note:
Going forward, I'll be 'changing the rules' on aura, semblances, and several other things as well as what grimm are and how they function. I'm working to establish a consistent baseline early on in this story, and stick to it. The Winchesters won't be the only OCs showing up at and around Beacon in Volume 1, but it'll be relatively light on them. That being said, there is at least one more big, important student for the future of RWBY in attendance that hasn't been revealed just yet...
From here on out, this story is on a Monday & Thursday update schedule. I'll keep that going for as long as possible. See you all then!
-RD
