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Wayle once again found himself in that room with Ozpin. This time upon the table lay a number of weapons of differing size, shape and function.

"These were the only weapons we could procure on such short notice, but I hope you will be able to find one to suit your tastes." Ozpin said, his face an impeccable mask of neutrality as he sipped on his coffee.

Wayle didn't answer, instead going up to the table ahead to look at the weapons arrayed upon it. He studied them carefully, dismissing those that were too short or not swords. He wanted something he could wield the same way he wielded his lightsaber after all. After a short while one particular sword caught his eye, a simple long sword with some sort of circular chamber above the hilt.

"What is this?" He asked, picking up the word and indicating the chamber.

"It's used to store dust so that it can be used with the weapon in battle to produce various effects." Came the reply from that unchanging face.

"I see…" Wayle studied the weapon carefully. It was heavier than the lightsaber but that was a given. Other than that it would most certainly serve. And as a slight bonus he had a good excuse to study dust now. He turned to Ozpin. "I would like this sword."

"Alright." Ozpin nodded. "Now, with that concluded come to this location in two days time." He held out a piece of paper.

Wayle took the paper and looked at it. It seemed to be a sort of formal paper inviting him to Beacon Academy. On it stood a place and time where he would be picked up for transport to the school. He nodded and started for the door.

"And Wayle." He stopped and looked towards the man. "Welcome to my school."

"Thank you headmaster. I will look forward to it." He responded before leaving the room.

-Break—

He found himself aboard an airship with his meagre belongings in a bag slung over his shoulder. All around him where people around his age. The excitement was tangible to him and he almost cursed his Empathy. Almost. It had served him well on many occasions so he silenced his complaint.

"Ohh, I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me. This is the best day ever!" An exited voice drew his attention towards its source. He was greeted with the sight of a familiar young girl being crushed by a long haired blonde. An inaudible reply came from the crushed girl and the blonde released her and basically bounced with excitement. "But I'm so proud of you."

"Really sis, it was nothing."

"What do you mean? It was incredible. Everyone at Beacon is going to think you're the bee's knees."

'Bee's knees? What's that supposed to mean?' Wayle wondered. He hadn't meant to listen in but it had been almost impossible to not hear. Not to mention he recognized the younger of them. It was the girl who had guided him to the library.

"Look, I don't wanna be the bee's knees!" Came the upset reply from the young girl. "Okay. I don't wanna be any kind of knees. I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees."

"What's with you? Aren't you exited?"

This conversation was starting to get really weird. What were they even talking about?

"Of course I'm excited. I just…" The young girl paused. "I got moved ahead two years. I don't want people to think I'm special or anything."

Wayle didn't have much experience with the concept of being moved ahead, but even then he knew that something like that didn't happen without reason. It was either favouritism and judging from his impression of the headmaster he doubted it. That meant she had somehow earned it. He would have to keep an eye on the adorable young girl. Damn it, not again.

The blonde girl went to the younger girl's side and put her arm around her shoulder, pulling her in. "But you are special." She said. He wasn't really sure what she was trying to do.

His line of thought, and the conversation, was interrupted by the newscast that came on. "The robbery was led by notorious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities." The projection that had appeared by the window showed two images of the same person, one from the front and one from the side, most likely to aid in identifying the person. It was a somewhat young man with orange hair and green eyes with the confident smirk of a man who had done bad things and didn't care in the slightest. He had seen that expression far too often in his life up to this point. He wore a white coat with a red collar and a grey scarf around his neck. Underneath it was a black shirt. "If you have any information on his whereabouts please contact the Vale Police department. Back to you Lisa."

"Thank you Cyril." The screen switched to show a lavender haired woman whose name was, amusingly enough, Lisa Lavender, if the name shown underneath her were anything to go on. "In other news. This Saturday's Faunus civil rights protest turned dark, when members of the White Fang disrupted the ceremony." An image appeared, first showing protesters with unusual ears and similar odd features, before switching to an image of a red animal head with claw marks running diagonally behind it.

Wayle had heard about the Faunus before, but never seen any himself. To his understanding they were an oppressed people of sub-humans with animal features. A people hated because it was different. Even in the Republic there had been such things going on and in the Empire it had been somewhat rampant. Hatred for all who were not Sith or lacked strength was the norm, and while Wayle didn't much partake of this particular aspect of his time as a Sith he had been subjected to it and had been almost forced to partake sometimes. The memories brought a scowl to his face.

"The once peaceful organisation has now disrupted…" Whatever she was about to say was abruptly cut off as the screen disappeared before being replaced with the image of a familiar woman. Before, Wayle had been too busy with other things to take note of the woman's charms but now he did for some reason. She was well endowed and her hips were some of the widest he had ever seen. Coupled with a beautiful face and that stern, serious gaze of hears and he was certain that she would be appearing in some people's dreams.

Wayle forcefully stopped the line of thought, shaking his head. This was getting a bit annoying, enough that he had observed the female form on some occasions before but not much. Then again, when the only possible relationship was on of use or one of trying to kill each other he might just have unconsciously suppressed what most people his age should experience. The possibility both intrigued and worried him, he didn't want to be distracted by this.

"Hello and welcome to Beacon." She began.

"Who's that?" The blonde from before said. She could probably match the woman in bust and her much less modest outfit meant she would probably get a lot of attention from the male population. Said outfit was a tan west baring both her cleavage and her midriff. Around her neck was an orange scarf. A yellow shirt could be seen over her bust with a black flame emblem on the left breast. She was wearing a pair of very short black shorts with a leather belt holding some pouches and what looks like some sort of banner with the same flame emblem except in gold. Behind her was some sort of short skirt covering her behind and not so much else. If the outfit wasn't meant to provoke then Wayle would happily bare his chest.

"My name is Glynda Goodwitch." The woman continued as if on cue.

"Oh."

"You are among the privileged few who have received the honour of being selected to attend this prestigious academy." Wayle was now certain that the young girl was worth observing, whatever she did to get moved ahead must have been quite impressive.

"Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace." Wayle frowned a bit. Peace is after all a lie, and he had seen enough to know that that held true in this case as well.

"And as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it." Great, now they were starting to sound like the Jedi order again.

"You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide the knowledge and training to protect our world." With that the projection faded, her speech ended.

"Oh, wow." The two girls went up to the window, and they were not the only suddenly looking out from them. "Look, you can see Signal from up here." The older went up to her sister, laying a hand on her shoulder. "I guess home isn't so far after all."

"Beacon's our home now." The blonde said.

"Uggh." A new sound drew their attention. Wayle looked to where it had come from. A young blonde boy stood there, holding his hand over his mouth and looking sick. He threw up a bit and started running of, running past the two girls.

"Well, I guess the view wasn't for everyone." The older quipped.

"Well, it was a nice moment while it lasted." The younger replied.

Wayle couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. That was quite possibly one of the single worst first impressions one could give. If this had been the old Sith Academy on Korriban the boy would probably soon be wishing he was dead.

"Ohh Yang, gross. You have puke on your shoes!" A sudden commotion brought Wayle's attention back to the presumed sisters.

"Gross gross gross gross gross."

"Get away. Oh, get away. Get away, get away get away get away!"

Wayle smiled as they started running around, fleeing the puking boy. This was quite different from what he was used to and he couldn't say he didn't dislike it. Besides, starting things of seeing others disgrace themselves brought a sense of satisfaction to the young Sith. This will be fun.

Author's notes: I hope you enjoy this tidbit of silliness. And don't murder me because Wayle is showing interest in the females. I promise he won't start chasing them around like Jaune does. Besides, he's reacting like any other guy his age would and if you say his Sith training would stop him from doing that then I'll just say, the much more carefree atmosphere combined with the sudden freedom has undone some of it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and that you have a nice day.