CHAPTER 0: WELCOME TO BEACON
The blond male slowly opened his eyes… and promptly shut them faster than he had opened them as he felt his stomach juices churn as a slight wave of turbulence hit the bullhead.
"Whatever happened to good ole' land transportation? It's far more safer than this shit! Why not leave air travel to the military?!"
He shuddered as the churning intensified and his eyelids pinched together even tighter.
"Alright, find the centre, deep breaths in, breathe out and ignore all outside distractions"
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"Deep breaths."
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"Even deeper breaths."
"Centre yourself… breathe out, take your mind off…"
FUCK. THIS. SHIT.
The blonde male stood from his seat, and with no small amount of haste made his way to what he hoped was the bathroom…
… only to be accosted on the way by a white haired female.
"Pardon my curiosity, but I couldn't help but notice the crest on your armour. Would you by any chance happen to be an Arc?"
"…"
Snow white brows furrowed slightly in what could only be annoyance, "There is hardly any need to be rude, your crest is one of a kind and I am merely curious about your lineage."
"…"
A huff escaped her lips, "How uncivil! Such behaviour is unacceptable from a man, and one from such a prestigious lineage at that! What do you even plan to do in a place like…"
"BLARGH!"
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"Holy shit!"
"The smell! Almighty brothers, the smell!"
"It's coming over here!"
"FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"
The boy brushed past the screaming female and quickly made his way to bathroom to finish his… business.
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"So this is Beacon academy…"
The blonde haired male surveyed the entirety of the reputable huntsman academy from his… hiding spot.
"… with all the hype surrounding this place, you'd think it'd, at the very least, not give off vibes of a breeding ground for turning naïve children into brainwashed zealots."
He was obviously not in awe over the academy.
A group of girls, most likely second years or even third years, sighted the blonde and he had to swallow his annoyance at the cat calls, wolf whistles and hollers that were thrown his way.
"You'd think that in a progressive age, sexism wouldn't be much of an issue…" he paused mid-way in his muttering before shaking his head, "… the fuck am I saying? The progressive mindset is all political correctness bullshit!" he ranted to himself.
"Besides it's a known fact that women think with their pussies and not their heads."
He rolled his eyes as another female with a coffee themed colour scheme and a beret (was it really necessary to wear the damn thing under the blistering sun?) pulled her sunglasses down and shot him a painfully obvious suggestive wink.
His self conversation was cut off as he saw a red themed loli sneeze at a white haired girl whom he recognized as the recipient of his stomach cocktail back on the bullhead…
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… and then get engulfed in a ball of flames, ice and lightning followed by a loud explosion which rang through out the court yard.
"… apparently, the new batch of potential first year Beacon students are bat shit insane as well" his tone was flat, dry and to the ears of a professional psychoanalyst… nervous.
A bead of cold sweat rolled down his neck as he saw the two girls dust the soot (and icicles) off their clothes as if it were a mere inconvenience.
"That dust is either faker than Valean cocaine or for some reason logic just doesn't apply to anyone here"
He didn't bother watching the rest of the spectacle play out, and made to continue on his way to the auditorium…
… that is until the sound of sniffling made its way to his ear.
He paused mid step and mechanically turned his head to face the scene of the spectacle.
All that was left in the in the blackened (and partially frozen) crater in the ground was the red themed loli… and she was obviously holding back tears.
The blonde lad was taken aback by the sight.
"Is it even possible for a female to cry?!" his confusion and surprise intensified as he saw a few drops of tears leak out the girls eyes.
He wished he could walk away but…
… there was something really unnerving about seeing a girl cry. Weren't they supposed to be the tougher sex?
… so much for women being stronger than men.
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"Need a hand there?" he queried with no small amount wariness… his past experiences with seemingly helpless women had taught that much at the very least.
One moment they looked helpless and you decided to help them, next thing you know, you're drugged with a cocktail of varying drugs enough to make you forget who you are and then the unspoken (but widely practiced) law of free use comes into play…
He held back a scowl at the straying thoughts as he noticed the girl look up at him.
"I have to give it to her though… she's kinda cute"
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Ruby Rose acknowledged the fact that if social awkwardness was a disease, then she was born with an untreatable strain of the damn illness.
She would reminisce on how shitty her day was, but she had no wish to dwell on the shittiness any longer…
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Her eyes watered.
She sniffed as she felt the flow of mucus in here nostrils.
A small whimper escaped her throat.
And now she was crying… it seemed that the shittiness was intent on catching up with her.
She heard the sounds of someone approaching and clumsily tried to wipe away her tears and snot.
"Need a hand there?" a deep masculine voice made its way into her ears and she froze as she felt her spine tingle and an unknown sensation went through her loins.
Twin pools of silver stared up at the blue eyed blonde with the outstretched hand and a single word escaped her thin lips.
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"Name" the girls voice was flat, leaving no indication that the loli had been crying mere moments ago. And the blonde took a step back in caution.
"What?"
The girl stood up and stepped out of the crater
"I need your name"
The blonde took another step back (she followed), "Uh, I don't know what the socialization standards are in this school, but this sure as hell ain't how I was taught to socialize back at home!"
Like a hypnotized loon snapping out of her trance, Ruby Rose blinked and was apparently snapped from her monotone questioning session, "Uhm, sorry! I'm Ruby Rose, you are?"
"… done with this anime level of mind fuckery"
He turned on his heel and began to power walk away from the (possibly insane) pint sized girl.
Ruby's eyes widened, "Hey wait! I didn't get your name! What's a cute boy like you doing in a place like this?!"
She ran after him.
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'I'm starting to wonder if Dad was right on the fact whether I really attract trouble wherever I go'
"Come back!"
His eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance.
"The fuck is wrong with you people?!"
Okay, he was screaming now.
That was enough to halt the loli's advancing, her youthful face twisted into a frown at his outburst, "I just didn't get your name…" she mumbled incoherently.
"Well I wasn't offering my name now was I?"
"Why are you so mean?!"
Her voice was starting to rise as well.
"Ah fuck this" he turned to leave once more and (hopefully) for good this time.
"Why are you such a douche?!" she grabbed his shoulder…
… and got a fist to the nose for her troubles.
The fact that a bit of blood spurted out the nose probably factored in her getting stunned by the blow.
The kick to diaphragm was probably why she was facing the sun as well.
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"Fucking addicts…" blondie muttered to himself, a quick (but not exactly careful) sweep with his eyes confirmed that he was alone and the forest would keep him hidden for the time.
With a flare of aura, he jumped to the nearest sturdy looking branch… and promptly fell off the damn thing.
Okay the branch was sturdy looking.
"Ah fuck it I'll sit on the floor then"
And he did.
He opened his back pack and brought out his flask which he kept aside, after which he pulled out two Ziploc bags… each filled with crack infused marijuana.
A quick roll later and the joint was ready, a joint which was promptly lighted.
The next ten minutes comprised of dragging from his joint and sipping from his flask.
Someone walked into his line of sight.
Normally, people walking into his alone time would be cause for severe bodily harm at least and first degree murder at most.
But his trips were giving him friendly vibes at the moment, so he only spared the intruder a glance.
It was a girl (he groaned internally), she had a pink theme going all the way from her clothes to her… was that a grenade launcher?
'Damn'
Oh and she was smoking a cigarette.
Okay, if she was a smoker then maybe she was worth conversing with?
He internally snorted at that.
He just thought that she was cute.
"I'm guessing it's a habit for you to sneak up on people enjoying a joint in peace"
He threw the stub away and began to roll another.
She blew out a cloud of acrid tobacco smoke, "More or less… I figured I'd rather smoke in a Grimm infested forest with a fellow huntsman who shares my habit"
His joint was ready and was lighted in rapid succession, "Sound reasoning… but I don't do tobacco"
She raised a brow at him, "I'm hyper enough as it is, the cigarettes help keep me calm"
Her voice was flat and a bit restrained… like she was forcing herself to stay calm.
"Jaune Arc" he figured he might as well introduce himself.
Teal eyes sparkled in amusement… well at least he hoped it was amusement.
"Nora Valkyrie"
His joint was ready and he lit it without much thought, he took another sip from his flask feeling his perception of the world around him go to shit…
Okay he might've had a little too much blunts before the flight…
Ah Fuck it.
He regarded his companion, she pulled another cigarette out of a metal and leather pack and her fingers glowed pink as her aura lit up and lighted the tobacco stick for her.
Okay… why the fuck he hadn't he thought about this before.
Shaking of the thought, Jaune offered his flask making her tilt her head at him as her teal eyes regarded him curiously.
Azure blue eyes rolled in exasperation (he wasn't used to people questioning his rare moments of niceness after all), "Since you like keeping your hyperactivity in check, I thought that you appreciate a swig of purple drank"
Teal eyes sparkled with part amusement and part gratitude, "Well I haven't exactly done drugs before… ah what the heck, thanks!"
She snatched the flask from his hands and gulped down the remnants of the flask.
Jaune stared at the her oddly.
She handed back his flask, "What?"
He burst into giggles, "I'm not sure that's how a first timer should drink purple drank" he said amidst burst of laughter.
She shrugged at him noncommittally and dragged from her cigarette once more.
The blonde gave her a once over and smiled before hitting his joint once more.
He decided that he and Nora Valkyrie would make good friends.
AN: Wow… I just looooove to torture myself with new projects now don't I? Well thank COVID-19 for my idleness eh?
This is a pet project… an idea too small to warrant full attention and yet too loud to stay quietly at the back of my mind AKA my story sculpting machine.
Oh Well…
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