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Despite of what he had seen in his life Wayle was impressed. The academy was enormous by the standards of this world, although it paled in comparison to the Jedi Temple on Corusant which was to be expected he supposed. It consisted of several large buildings arrayed in a circular pattern with the centrepiece being a large tower shooting up from the middle of them.
"Not bad." Wayle said nodding his head appreciatively. "Seen better but still."
He looked around, a bit away ahead of him the siblings stood, the younger girl seemingly mesmerised by the weaponry of those who passed. Wayle raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected normal people here but neither had he expected a young girl like her to be such a weapons freak.
He sweatdropped when she suddenly unfolded the metal box she was wearing on her back into a massive scythe almost twice as large as she was and held it close to her. He started walking forward, which brought him closer to the pair.
"Ruby, come on." The older of the two said, pulling the younger girls hood over her face. "Why don't you go and try make some friends of your own?"
"But, why would I need friends when I have you?" The younger girl said pulling the hood down again. Wayle knew how annoying those things could be if someone did that. Thankfully few dared to try it and those who had wasn't going to do so again.
Still, both of them had a sort of point Wayle supposed. Friends are important for some, but having been exposed to the Sith and their ways had made him unwilling to accept other people. Actually made him wonder why he had befriended Latune in the first place. He decided to ponder on it another time as suddenly a bunch of people showed up behind the older girl.
"Well… Actually, my friends are here now. Bye, we'll catch up, okay see you later, bye!" The older girl said so quickly he wasn't even sure he had heard what she said correctly before disappearing with absurd speed leaving her younger sister confused and spinning.
By then Wayle had caught up and was almost run over by someone's absurd amount of luggage, when the young girl fell over right into him. He caught her, having been forewarned by the Force that she would be falling over. He suspected that had he not been there she would have fallen over right into the luggage.
"I don't know what I am doing." The confused girl said.
As if on cue a shrill shout of, "What are you doing?!" reached Wayle's ears and he almost chuckled at the irony of it. He turned to regard the upset girl and was met with the sight of the most brightly coloured person he had ever met. She had long white hair kept in an off-centre ponytail with sharp icy-blue eyes and pale skin. She was wearing a white jacket with red lining and with sleeves that ended in a sort of puffed out manner that turned blue at the ends. Underneath that she had a white dress reaching to her thighs and on her feet were a pair of high heeled boots reaching up to about the middle of her calf. Most people would probably consider her the pinnacle of beauty with only a crooked scar over her left eye to mar it.
She gave off the kind of air of supreme confidence and arrogance that for a few seconds he could almost imagine her in the distinct red skin of a pureblood. She most likely had lived a lot of her life getting exactly what she wants, although Wayle knew better than to assume, he knew plenty of Sith who had started out as slaves and then managed to become feared and respected Sith with arrogance to make the girl before him seem shy.
"Do forgive me. I was so caught up in my own thoughts and the events before me that I did not see you." He replied with as much humility and respect as possible. He had been forced to deal with worse people than this girl and he most certainly knew how to placate them.
She seemed almost taken aback by how polite his reply had been. "Well… Watch where you are going in the future." She finally managed to find a reply.
"I believe introductions are in order. My name is Wayle Tyran. You may call me Wayle." He decided to try and be a bit friendly, it was a long time ago since he had had an opportunity to honestly try to befriend someone. After all, this place seemed closer knit than the Sith or even the Jedi so he should probably try to get along with the people around him.
"Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee dust company, the largest producer of dust and infamous for its controversial labour forces and questionable business partners." Wayle turned to the source of the new voice, a questioning look on his face.
He was greeted by the sight of a tall girl with long wavy black hair reaching down almost to her hips. Her eyes were a sharp amber. She wore a black buttoned vest with a white sleeveless undershirt that bared her midriff. She had a pair of white shorts that were immediately followed by a pair of stockings that started black at the top before transitioning into purple at the bottom and a pair of emblems that Wayle wasn't quite sure what the represented. On her feet were a pair of low heeled boots. She looked the definition of a cool and mysterious beauty, that is if it weren't for the black bow on top of her head. Wayle could also swear that he saw it twitch a little bit and even though the wind blew her hair around the bow barely even budged.
"Wha…How dare you insult my family's company like that!" Weiss shouted, visibly upset about the accusation. Wayle had little idea of the truth of the matter but since he could sense no falsehood from either he assumed that the sheltered heiress simply had no knowledge of the less honourable parts of the company. Maybe side branches run by more distant parts of the family or non-members? A large company like that would most certainly have some dark elements.
"I'm just stating the truth." The black haired girl said and left.
"Humph." Weiss turned to Wayle again. "At least you have some measure of tact. As she said, my name is Weiss Schnee. Now if nothing else, I'm going now." Weiss left as well, bringing her luggage with her.
'As expected of a rich heiress. Difficult to deal with and prone to causing headaches. And here I had hoped that I would never again have to deal with one.'
Wayle's thoughts were interrupted by a voice from just in front of him. "Um, can you let go now? I can stand on my own you know." He looked down at the girl he was currently holding on to. She wore a black blouse and skirt with red trims. Her she had black stockings on her legs and black boots with more red trims. Fastened on her shoulders by cross shaped pins were a red cloak. Around her waist she had a red belt with a rose emblem fastened to it.
'Considering how much red she has on her and how much yellow her sister had and how much white Weiss had and finally how much black that last girl had on her I'm starting to wonder if they are going to end up together. Would certainly be the kind of thing I would expect out of fate's sense of humour.'
"Um, hello?" The young girl seemed to be getting a bit nervous, probably from being in such proximity to an member of the opposite gender that she doesn't know too well.
"Ah, sorry. I got caught up in some thinking." He released her.
"No problem." She was still a bit embarrassed but from the conversation she had with her sister before she ran off she was probably bad at social interaction. "Thanks for catching me I suppose. That was a bit crazy, don't you think?"
Wayle considered the situation and had to agree that it was certainly not something that would be the norm in most cases. "I suppose." He shrugged, in the end not being able to tell entirely.
"I'm Ruby Rose. You can call me Ruby if you want!" Her sudden cheer surprised him. Was it her naïve and innocent nature? He might just find out, as it would seem he had befriended her in some odd manner.
"Ruby. A precious name to be sure." He chuckled a bit.
"Hey! It's not that funny!" She pouted and waved her arms at him, visibly upset at his pun.
"Sorry, sorry. It just kind of slipped out."
As he backed away slightly from the upset girl he became aware of a presence behind him just before he bumped into someone. He almost swore out loud as he hadn't noticed the person before then, but that only really meant that there was no real danger… He hoped.
"Ops. Sorry, didn't see you." He said turning towards the person. What he was greeted by was the blonde guy from before.
"Oh, it's vomit boy!" Ruby exclaimed after she caught sight of him.
The boy before him was a bit shorter than him and had short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white chest plate and shoulder guards. Under that he had a black hoodie and on his legs were a pair of blue pants. He had a pair of fingerless leather gloves with plating on the back and orange bracers up his arms. On his feet were a pair of black boots.
At Ruby's comment his shoulders slumped and a sad look came across his features as he hung his head in shame.
"Oh, sorry. That was insensitive of me, wasn't it?" The young girl asked, worried about the youth.
"Ah, it's fine." The boy said, obviously forcing himself to be cheerful.
"Don't force yourself to much. When faced with adversity you can either give in and wither away or press on and grow stronger." The sudden advice surprised even Wayle, although he had some understanding of what the boy was going through. And if there was anything he disliked it was most certainly those who gave up and wallowed in despair. "If they ridicule you just disprove it by showing yourself capable and determined and the novelty of it will disappear and they will stop."
Their looks of astonishment were worth the outburst. Wayle would probably never have given such advice to a Sith Acolyte so in a way this could be seen as a form of honour. If they had known who he was that is. As it was it was just surprisingly sage and mature advice from someone their age.
"Wow, thanks, I guess…" The boy seemed unsure of how to interpret his advice. "Although I'm not really sure what you mean…" The boy trailed of.
Wayle could only chuckle at the young fool. "You'll either understand it one day as you look back on a long successful life or as you look back at a miserable life of failure. I don't particularly care which."
"Um, well… I'm Ruby! What's your name?" Ruby, apparently either not understanding or not wanting to tell instead, seemed to have decided to introduce herself. He supposed that was one way to do it.
"Uh, wha?" The boy understandably seemed even more confused before he finally got around to answering. "Oh, I'm Jaune."
Still chuckling, albeit for a different reason than before Wayle decided introduced himself as well. "My name is Wayle Tyran. You can just call me Wayle." He smiled, although he decided against offering his hand.
-Break—
After that they had decided to walk together a bit, talking about various things before arriving at their weapons. Ruby introduced her scythe, Crescent Rose. It was both a scythe and a highly customisable high-calibre sniper rifle. Jaune had seemed a bit confused at that so Ruby had simplified it to: "It's also a gun."
Wayle on the other hand realised that it was a quite ridiculous weapon, and he wondered with a measure of worry if the girl could shoot the thing even in close combat. If that was the case even he might have a hint of trouble. If his blade was preoccupied then he had little defence against such an attack. The biggest surprise though was when she said she had made it herself. Wayle was surprised on so many levels he wasn't even sure what he was surprised about.
After that Jaune had introduced his sword and shield. While the sword had been plain to see, the shield had turned out to be the sheath. This had surprised Wayle, who worried that this would leave the shield vulnerable. He decided against pressing the issue, as Jaune seemed troubled enough and from his comment that it was a simple hand-me-down Wayle suspected the boy would need every little scrap of confidence.
Then it had been Wayle's turn. He introduced his sword, which Ozpin had told him was named Gram. It was a simple long sword with little decoration on the blade. It's most notable feature, and one he had seen on Weiss' rapier as well, was the revolving dust chamber that contained different types of dust. Wayle had no actual idea what it could do, so he simply went with: "It can store different types of dust to produce certain effects." While not a lie by any stretch of the imagination it still felt a bit dishonest. Not that Wayle had any problem with dishonesty. Even if he had once had something like that it would have disappeared long ago.
Ruby still seemed to hold some fascination for their weapons but it was certainly not the greatest. It was at this moment, when Wayle had shown his weapon that they realised they were lost.
-Break—
After some running here and there they finally managed to make their way to the assembly. Once inside Ruby's sister waved her over shouting: "Ruby, over here! I saved you a spot!"
"Oh, sorry, I got to go. See you later." Ruby said before running off to her sister.
Wayle looked around, trying to figure out where to go. He considered just going over to Ruby and her sister but felt it might not be appropriate. Instead he decided to go stand over a bit further to the left of them.
He was slightly surprised when he saw Weiss come up next to him.
"Wayle, was it? You seem to be the only decent person around so I have decided that I might as well take a spot beside you. Unless you object?" The query was somewhat unexpected, although he supposed the haughty girl still wanted company and simply chose the person who had actually been polite to her.
"I do not mind. It would be my outmost honour to be graced with your presence." He gave a slight bow, deciding to keep up the air of politeness when dealing with her, at least for now.
Weiss raised an eyebrow, probably used to such flattery, although Wayle knew how to make it seem more honest and sincere and less like empty words thrown out in an attempt to gain favour with her. Besides, her presence certainly was quite graceful, although Wayle could do without the attention that was directed to the icy beauty.
"Are you flattering me?" She asked, apparently not in the mood.
"Yes, after all, how could I not flatter one possessed of such grace and beauty?" Wayle decided to tease her a bit by continuing.
A slight blush formed on her cheeks. "Seems you are quite eloquent. Where did you learn to speak like such? You don't quite seem to be of high social standing if I may be so bold."
He chuckled again. "I don't mind, but the answer to your question oh fair one, that, would be a secret." He smiled mischievously, it was worth his time to tease her a bit, at least to test the waters.
Weiss frowned again but before she could say anything a cough drew their attention to the stage where Ozpin had stepped forth to a microphone.
"I'll… Keep this brief." He pushed up his spectacles. "You have travelled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you are finished you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people."
'Geez, this sounds like the Jedi Order if it was voluntary.' Which he supposed might be quite an accurate description, at least from one point of view.
"But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose. Direction." Wayle really hoped he either wasn't really looking, or was simply ignoring some in favour of the majority.
"You assume knowledge will free you of this. But your time at this school prove that knowledge can only carry you so far." A short pause, probably to help drive home the point. "It is up to you to take the first step."
Wayle had already once before felt that Ozpin was quite a wise man underneath his façade of eccentric behaviour. This speech had only reinforced that belief, while also adding a suspicion of a dark past. Maybe some tragedy? When he returned his attention to the stage he saw that Ozpin was already leaving, while Glynda had stepped up in his place.
"You will gather in the ballroom tonight, tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."
Author's notes: I'm sorry if there are any glaring mistakes in here. As of moment of writing this it is quite late where I am but I really wanted to finish this. I hope I didn't mess the characters up too much, I'm trying my best. I must admit that I am having a lot of trouble describing the clothing of the characters. So I hope you don't think I messed that up too hard. On that subject I would love it if someone with artistic talent could show me an image of how they think Wayle actually looks. I do feel that a proper cover image would be nice as well. Thank you, I hope you enjoy and that you have a fantastic day.