The scroll was a useful piece of hardware and Hansel was thankful that he could use it; he even offered a litany to the Machine God out of thanks for his generosity in allowing for such devices to be given out, though he doubted that any Mechanicus actually approved of this.
Outside the sun sat high in the sky shining brightly, almost like there wasn't so much as a layer of manufactiorum pollution in the sky or if there was it was unnoticeable, especially to someone who was used to the sight of manmade clouds. The fluffy white cotton clouds were sort of refreshing in a way.
Students that on both walkways stayed as far as they could from Hansel, hugging the wall in most cases, they wanted to be as far away as possible from Hansel. It was deeply concerning that a student that refuses to unlock his aura could be skilled enough to take down a fellow student a champion at that with such ease. If he didn't already look intimidating enough than this made him look like a walking nightmare.
But Hansel paid the faithless heathens no mind; they weren't worth the brain cells needed to acknowledge them and their flawed existence as warriors, they had too much identity to work as one functioning unit, it didn't matter how many the Grimm numbered in it was still unacceptable that the glorious Human Race has been pushed this far into extinction by such lowly creatures.
On top of that having to deal with another strain of abhumans, it made Hansel's skin crawl in all the wrong ways on how horrid their situation was and yet they still persist in frivolous things such as social status and fashion. Damnation. It made him sick.
Though it truly is a pain in the neck to think about all of those thoughts fled his mind as his eyes laid upon the most beautiful thing he's ever seen before, even more beautiful than an Adeptus Sororitas in a bikini. (Don't ask where Hansel got that image, blame his friend from Armageddon)
It was a large garden, nearly a field filled with flowers of every color and species that exist of Remnant all centered around another statue, not like the one by the entrance of the school. This statue was devoted to an armored warrior presumably a knight by the looks of it; whoever it was he must've meant something to the people of Remnant because a statue this ornate wouldn't be made for some lowly martyr. In fact it looked a little bit gothic in design. Strange.
"Hansel," The Kriegsman in question turned his head towards Professor Goodwitch and an old lady accompanying her, "I see you've found the statue of one of Remnant's greatest heroes, Carolous Liberatous the third. It is said that he was the first to establish a fortress Vytal, the fortress I believe was called Iron Keep."
Hansel nodded and looked back to the statue, something about it just seemed familiar with the robes and the armor but he couldn't place it exactly, "This is Mrs. Violet Greenfield, she is the gardening supervisor for Beacon Academy."
The old woman gave a friendly wave, her hair was true to her name but a bit dull with signs of graying, her clothing consisted that of which gardeners were expected to wear, and she had comically large eye glasses that made her pupils look bigger than they should be, "Miss Goodwitch told me you were interested in flowers young man."
"They are sacred from where I'm from." Hansel scanning the field with his eyes.
"Well then don't just stand there like a stranger, come along and take a look." She said with a toothy smile that excluded a couple of her teeth because of her old age; she didn't seemed to even be mildly concerned with coming at a distance with the Korpsman casually slinging her arm around his pulling him towards the garden entrance.
Most were afraid to even be near his kind, with the exception of Ruby who seemed somewhat fond of Hansel for some reason, even the Headmaster seemed uncomfortable around Hansel also like he was expecting him to lash out and go on a killing spree. But the old lady didn't give off the slightest quiver in her voice, her voice sounded kind and somewhat protective to Hansel, it was something he wasn't familiar with but at the same time longing to hear it.
What in the actual frak is wrong with him?
Back with the team…
"Did you see where he went?" Ruby asked aloud with a hint of distress on her face.
"I think he went out there." Yang said standing on her tippy toes with her right hand in a salute to block out the sun's rays.
Blake tapped her chin and raised her finger, "If he's a part of our team than that means he's on our roster right?"
"Yeah?" Ruby asked.
"Then as team leader you should be able to track him with your scroll."
"Oh." Ruby extended the small piece of metal and glass punching in a couple of letters and managed to pull up Hansel's file, with a couple of strokes of her finger she managed to pinpoint his location, "Found him! He's in the garden area!"
"Great Blake, you just gave her another thing to stalk her boyfriend with." Yang teased racing away as Ruby tried to hit her with a book.
"YANG!"
Now that that's over with, back to Hansel…
It was glorious, absolutely glorious. So many brightly colored plants ranging in every spectrum, for the Emperor's sake he wished he could shred a few tears of joy; but alas Regentropfen was not being played so he would have to keep himself in check for the time being.
"It took me and the staff awhile to plant all of these but thankfully nature has been kind to us, and a little bit of Dust doesn't hurt." The old lady said sporting a mischievous grin.
"A most beautiful field indeed, I don't believe I've ever been in the presence of something so divine before." He said with the amount of humility that was appropriate for this.
"Why thank you, most of the time nobody ever really stops and smell the roses these days," Violet smiles sweetly as she watched Hansel kneel down in front of the rose bushes and pull out a small sketch book, "You know I wouldn't mind if you picked a few, as long as you don't ruin the garden. But I'm sure I won't have to worry about that from you."
Hansel for once genuinely grinned, oh how so many other Kriegsmen would be jealous, how many would fist fight Khorne with rubber duck boxing gloves to get this sort of opportunity. This once in a life time opportunity. Perhaps it was the Emperor's will that sent him here to this world? It wasn't exactly like the world Terranis of legend but in his own way Hansel was starting to warm up to Remnant.
"I'll be back in a bit dear, some business to take care of with a delivery." Violet said walking off in her slow pace.
Hansel regarded her with a nod and went back to sketching the flowers. Unbenouced to him the biggest fucktards in Beacon were watching the elder lady leave so that they can make their move on Hansel. Another stupid thing they will sorely regret.
Cardin and his merryband of dumbasses strode over to Hansel with their stupid shit eating grins and false bravado hoping to intimidate the Krieg soldier.
An Ork is smarter than them by this account. You never disturb a Korpsman in his happy place. You. Never. Fucking. Do. It.
"Aww is our new meat enjoying his sissy little flowers?" Cardin said with a voice best fitted for addressing a three year old.
Hansel didn't acknowledge him and continued with schetching the flowers, if that Neanderthal head of his could see that the Korpseman was not going to take his shit then Cardin was surely dumber than an Ork.
The fact he wasn't responding irritated the bully further, "I'm talking to you."
Again no response.
"Hey you mask wearing freak answer me when I talk to you!" He might as well have been talking to a wall, "Give me that!"
Cardin tore the small book from Hansel's hands and held it in the air tauntily, "Aww look at these pretty little flowers," He tears a page out and stomps on a rose, twisting his boot to tear it up, "Oops."
If there was ever a time for him to have seen the error of his ways, it was long gone.
Without so much of a warning Hansel shot out with his right leg and kicked Cardin's left knee inwards, snapping it out of place. The lumbering buffoon fell over with a scream that an opera singer could feel jealously over. The rest of the team had no time to react as each took a punishing blow to the head sending them into dream land, for their sakes they'd best hope they don't drown in their own blood whilst dreaming.
Cardin tried standing up and hobbling away on one leg, but alas it was in vain when what felt like the force of a truck struck his good leg shattering it on impact. He fell face first trying to crawl but instead a stronger force pulled him towards a small pond.
Hansel grabbed him by his hair and proceeded to dunk his head into the water, keeping him under for twenty seconds before lifting him back up for air, "Filthy heretic." Was the last thing he heard before his head went under again.
Uh oh... Ruby should hurry the fuck up before Hansel does something stupid, Cardin should've paid attention to the match. Now he just might go glug glug glug... stay tuned.
