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"What does it mean to be a Huntsman or Huntress? That you fight to protect your Kingdom, or do you fight to protect Remnant entirely? Do you fight for those you love, or for everyone? Do you fight for your dignity or your image? Being a Huntsman is a noble duty, and only those who are willing to sacrifice themselves are fit to be one. They fight to preserve peace, justice, and safety within Remnant. Only the most selfless heroes walk this path, and it is one of glory and hardship. The Huntsmen are the truest symbol of chivalry, strength, and heroism…but that was never the whole truth."
A purple-haired girl sits in her room at a desk, lit only by a lamp. There is only one window, and yet it has curtains pulled over it to hide herself. Her bed is behind her, neat and tidy, while the rest of her room is simply bare. It's dark outside and there's no telling what time it is, but she can't sleep. She is seventeen, and has been accepted into Beacon, an academy deemed best in the world for aspiring Huntsmen and Huntresses. She passed her entrance exam with flying colors, and her reward will be the next four years in school as she learns how to fight and protect. She will be fighting the creatures known as Grimm, monsters who have only one desire: Slaughter. Just the mere thought of them makes her shiver. She grips her pen tightly, and scribbles down the rest of her letter.
"…I know now that I was wrong. What I did was despicable, and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself. But I know what I can do now. I'm going to go to Beacon and try to make things right. I'm going to be a Huntress to help everyone. But I'm…really scared. I know I'm not the strongest, and I know I'm not the best, but I feel like this is the least I can do. Aunt Siva knows someone who works near Beacon, so I'll have a part-time job during the school year. I hope it can help with my nerves. And I can't thank you guys enough for sending me here. I miss you a lot, but it helped me—really. As soon as I'm done with school, I promise I'm going to come back. I'll stop them."
The girl takes a deep breath and gathers her letter, made up of five pages. She's written so much, and yet she still feels as though it isn't enough. It never will, she tells herself. But here goes nothing. She folds up her papers and puts them into the empty envelope that had been waiting patiently on the right side of her desk. In the morning, she will hand the envelope to her Aunt before heading out the door for Beacon. Then, her new life will begin, and she'll put the past behind her for good.
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She awakes to hear her alarm on her scroll going off. She pushes the big red "Dismiss" button and eagerly jumps out of bed, getting dressed for the day. Her outfit consists of a white button-up shirt, a dark brown knit vest, dark blue jean shorts, a pale red bandana that she wears around her neck, and leather brown combat boots. She brushes her long dark purple hair, which matches her eyes, before slapping a beanie on top, pale red like her bandana. After that, she grabs her weapons, which lie against the foot of her bed. A pair of swords that transform into revolvers. She had made them during her four years at the training school she went to in Vale—Pharos Academy.
After grabbing her purple duffel bag filled with clothes and things, she exits her room, a spring in her step, and into the kitchen, where her Aunt is now standing. She is wearing a pastel blue bathrobe and matching slippers, with her red almost pink hair flying in every direction. There's just a couple of grey streaks, but it's only because of stress.
The woman seems to be fixing herself a cup of coffee. Sleepily, she glances over at her niece. "Oh, hey Violet. Good morning. You're beaming today."
Violet nods. "Yup!"
"That's good to hear."
"Oh, Aunt Siva? I was wondering if you could mail this to Mom and Dad for me?" Violet produces the envelope from behind her.
The woman smiles. "Of course. It'd be my pleasure." She takes the package and slides it into one of the pockets of her robe. Then, she grabs her cup and leans against the counter, taking a sip. "Well, are you nervous at all?"
Violet rubs her arm. "Kind of. I'm hoping the school's big enough so I don't have to see any of my old classmates."
Siva waves her hand dismissively. "Ah, I wouldn't worry about it. It's all behind you, right?" The young girl nods. "Then that's all that matters. Just do your best this time around, and I'm sure you'll have a great time."
"Thanks." Her eyes suddenly go over to the clock, and she gasps. "Oh man, it's already eight-thirty! I've got to eat breakfast!" She starts to hurry around the kitchen, making a small meal for herself.
Siva, confusedly, glances at the time as well. "What? Violet, the air bus doesn't leave until ten o'clock…"
"I've got to make sure I'm ready by then! I don't want to risk missing it!" Siva simply giggles, and lets the girl do whatever makes her feel at ease.
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However, already by 9:15 Violet is sitting on the couch, anxiously bouncing her right leg. Her bag is waiting patiently beside her.
Siva, having finished her coffee, goes to sit in an adjacent chair. "Hey kiddo? You doing okay?"
"Yeah. Fine."
She looks at her knowingly. "Violet…"
"I'm fine!" She plants both feet flat on the ground. "See? Just waiting for time to pass."
"If only it would go by slower, huh?"
"No. Faster. Please let it go faster."
"Hey now, you can't wish your life away! You'll miss all the good parts."
"And the horribly nerve-racking ones. Why can't I just fast-forward to being done with school?"
"Oh, but Violet! Think about all of the assignments you'll miss out on! All of that, uh…stuff you'll be learning!"
The girl sighs. "Yeah, that's true. I'm really looking forward to learning with these instructors."
"They're the best in the world," Siva insists. Then, she sighs. "I'm gonna miss having you around here. Now who's going to help me grade papers?"
Violet chuckles. "Well, I'll be back for the holidays."
"Girl you know I'm not the teacher to assign stuff for over the break."
"Why not? That's the best time to work!"
"For you, kid. You're probably the only student I've had that actually enjoys doing the work."
"It takes my mind off of things, you know?"
"I know, Violet." Siva leans forward and places a hand on her niece's knee. "It's going to be okay, alright? You're not going to be alone. There are going to be a whole bunch of other first-years there with you, and you know what's great about that?" Violet waits. "Nobody knows what the heck they're doing! Trust me, once you get put on a team, you'll be on easy street!"
"What was school like for you, Aunt Siva?"
The woman starts to sweat a little. "Well, uh…" she laughs nervously. "You know me. I've never liked doing work. Why do you think I have you helping me now?" The two laugh, but then Violet's gaze drifts downward.
"I'm really going to miss you…" she murmurs.
"I know. But, you'll probably forget about me once you get into the groove of things."
Violet's cheeks turn pink as she puffs her cheeks. "No I won't!"
Siva laughs. "I'm kidding! Just don't feel pressured to write, okay? I know how seriously you take your schoolwork. Please, just learn to take a break every once in a while? Especially since you're working a job."
"I'll be okay."
"And you'll give Tukson a hug for me when you see him, right?"
Violet smiles. "Totally."
"Good!" She pats her on the knee again and stands up. "Alright kiddo, you can go ahead and walk over to the bus stop. I know you're itching to be early." Slowly, Violet stands up, and after taking a couple of steps towards the door, she stops. Quickly, she turns back around and hugs her Aunt tightly.
"I love you."
Siva smiles and embraces her in return. "I love you too. Get out of here before you get any more sentimental on me!" Violet giggles before pulling away. With one last reassuring smile, she heads out the door.
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Violet quickly walks from her Aunt's house to the nearest map. She finds her location—the Residential District in Vale—and her destination. The bus stop looked to be closer to the Commercial District, so she starts heading north. As she walks, her swords hang on either side of her hips. The blades are segmented, so they can shrink once being transformed into the revolver form. The barrels can be fueled with Dust, although that drastically affects the recoil, which Violet hasn't fully mastered yet. But she will! One day.
Violet reaches the edge of the district, because now she's at the river which divides her and the Commercial District. To her surprise, the air bus is already here, and accepting passengers. It has an angular shape, sloping inwards from the front, with a set of fans built into its sides to help with turning. For propulsion, it has wind Dust ingrained into the four oars that also serve as its wings. Everyone is waiting at the back, showing their IDs and handing their luggage to workers that load it into a cargo bay on the other side of the air bus.
She starts to have a mild panic. How are there people already here? The bus doesn't leave until—! Okay, take a deep breath. Some people are like me and they want to be early! Right? She glances around for the time, and realizes that she's hardly early. She sighs and tries to ignore it, following the crowd and leaving her bag with the rest before hurrying onto the bus.
Once inside, she actually starts to feel a little relieved. Inside, there's an aisle, covered on either side by blue seats. There are stairs at the front, leading to the upper deck. As she takes it in, she realizes that she's here. She made it. She's going to Beacon. In thirty minutes this metal bird is going to take off, and it's going to take her to the school of her (recent) dreams. She's going to be a Huntress. And as that settles in, she can't help but squeal and become giddy with excitement.
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Eventually, the air bus finally takes to the sky. As Violet looks out the window, she sees that it's coming into formation with a few other air buses. All filled with aspiring students like her. Filled with old classmates from Pharos. Classmates who might remember her. What she did.
Out of nowhere, she starts to hear murmurs. She looks around nervously, and she sees so many people. Talking. Are they looking at her? Do they remember, do they know her? She wants it forgotten. Violet carefully sits down in a seat, staring at the floor with wide eyes. It's over, her life is over. There's always going to be someone who remembers. If it's not her ex-classmates, it's going to be her. She's never going to be a Huntress. It's over.
Suddenly, piercing her darkest fears, she hears a voice. "Hello, and welcome to Beacon!" Violet jerks her head up, looking around. That's when she sees a hologram near her, addressing all of the students. The figure is of a woman with blonde hair, green eyes, glasses, and pale white skin. Her outfit suggests she's a teacher, with a white top, black pants, and a black cape, purple on the inside. Her arms are behind her back.
Violet's confused, but the woman goes on. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy. Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now, it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world." With a high-pitched hum, the hologram vanishes. Violet's heartbeat has slowed down. It's a little annoying how Ms. Goodwitch spoke to them like they were children, but Violet was focusing on the message.
That's when she started to hear excited voices. "Hey, look!"
"Check that out!"
Violet looks out the window, and ahead of them, she can see Beacon Academy, sat atop a cliff. A waterfall spills out beneath it from inside the cliff, and the water spills into the river. It truly is a beautiful sight to behold. Violet, oddly enough, starts to feel better. If she wasn't serious about being a good person, she wouldn't be here. Still, she's afraid—but now she won't let that fear get the best of her.
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The air buses dock, and Violet is one of the first students off. As she grabs her bag, she notices another ship docking. It isn't an air bus, though. It actually looks like a private airship from Atlas. It's shiny and white with a sleek form. It looks like it may fit five people or so. She struggles to see who exactly is walking out, as students are beginning to flood out of the air bus, but she manages to catch brown hair.
Violet quickly gives up on being nosy, and continues on into the school. It's somewhat of a long walk there, but otherwise uneventful. The halls are large and grand, way different from Pharos. This place made her old school look pitiful.
The crowd ends up in the auditorium, with a stage on the other side of the room. There's a spotlight aiming at a lonesome microphone, so Violet makes herself invisible in the crowd as much as possible. All the while, she's keeping a keen eye out for any familiar faces. Things have been going well so far, which means at some point there's going to be a dip. All she can do is brace for it the best she can.
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After a while, the auditorium is completely filled. It should almost be time for the official introduction into Beacon. Violet eagerly waits for someone to step up to the mic, and sure enough, she soon sees Glynda Goodwitch, and who she can only assume to be the Headmaster of Beacon. He has pale white skin, brown eyes, and silver hair. He's wearing a three piece suit, made up of a black coat, black pants, a dark green vest, and a slightly lighter green shirt. His glasses are small and circular, but the glass seems to be tinted. Violet figures they're shades, but then why wear them inside?
She watches as he steps up to the microphone, taking a wide stance. "Ahem. I'll…keep this brief. You may refer to me as Professor Ozpin. I am your Headmaster. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy in need of purpose—direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this. But your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." Violet wants to clap her hands, but no one else seems to feel the same. She keeps her arms lowered, and instead pays attention to Glynda as she takes her turn at the mic.
"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed." All at once, the mass of students begin to filter out. Violet slips between the cracks and tries to find her way back to the front of the herd. As she pushes her way there, she begins to take note of the weapons of other students. Swords, pistols, hammers—some of them were disguised as everyday objects, like a briefcase.
Violet's eyes suddenly turn wide. A briefcase? She only knows one Huntress who uses that. Frantically, she creates as much distance as she can between her and that weapon, instead of waiting to be seen. She breaks out, now at the edge of the crowd. She pants, looking back but seeing no sign of her. Good, Violet figures. The less I see of her, the better. And with that, she helps herself to take a tour of the campus. She unfortunately doesn't have a schedule yet, but assumes that she'll be given one once she is put on her team. That way, at least, they'll have all the same classes. She starts to wonder what it'll be like, working with others.
Aunt Siva would tell her stories about when she was in Beacon. "Violet," she would say. "Just be thankful that they're putting more effort into team names nowadays. You know what team I got put on? Team Mustard! Do you know what it's like, going around school and introducing yourself as Team Mustard?" And yes, Violet is very happy that the school is putting more effort into it. But, she also understands that it isn't always easy to come up with one. What else are you supposed to do with the letters M-S-T-D?
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Eventually, night rolls around. The ballroom is huge, with sleeping bags spread all over the floor. As Violet notices, boys have taken one side of the room, while girls have taken the other. She's just come back from the bathroom after changing into pajamas. Now, she's wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and purple plaid pants. And her beanie, of course—how could she live without it? After picking a place to lay down, on the outskirts and away from the doors, she simply stares at the ceiling. She had neglected to pack a journal, which she now regrets. I could be writing to my parents, she mopes. Or Aunt Siva. Or Tukson. Or somebody!
She sighs and folds her arms over her eyes. She knows there's no point in worrying about it now. Besides, maybe Siva was right. Maybe she would get too busy to write in it anyhow.
Just then, Violet hears some of the boys laughing. She sits up and looks around, and on the right side of the room, she sees a pair of boys that seem to have trapped one of the girls. She has icy blue hair, skin as pale as snow, and seems to be wearing blue and white pajamas. It also seems that she is straight up not having a good time right now. So, Violet gets onto her feet and starts advancing towards them.
She listens to what they're saying.
"What's wrong, you scared?" One boy asks.
"Don't fall over!" The other jokes, pushing down the girl. It is at that point when Violet comes up behind her, crossing her arms and staring down her assailants.
Gravely, she warns, "I think it's time you kids go to bed."
The first boy sneers. "Oh yeah? And who are you?"
"Do you want to find out?"
They laugh, and the second boy steps forward to take care of her. As soon as he reaches his hand out to grab her, Violet instead seizes him and flips him over her, slamming him into the ground. Then, viciously, she turns back to the first kid and grabs him by the shirt, pinning him to the wall. The blood drains from his face in mere seconds.
She continues to glare right into his soul. "If I ever see you or your friend again, I'm throwing you off a cliff. Got it?" The boy nods and Violet releases him, stepping back. Very quickly, they retreat to the boys' side of the room.
Finally, she turns around and checks on the girl. Violet now sees that she's wearing a long blue scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, and her eyes are the bluest of blues.
However, the Huntress quickly snaps out of it and offers her hand. "Hey. I'm Violet." Slowly, the girl accepts, and gets back onto her feet. However, she still doesn't speak. Awkwardly, Violet asks, "So, what's your name?"
The other girl's cheeks turn pink. "Oh, um—Anna. My name's Anna."
Violet smiles. "It's nice to meet you. If you want, you can come sleep over where I'm at. I'd hate to see any more of those boys giving you a hard time."
"Oh, it's fine! I'd hate to make you babysit me like that."
"It's not babysitting, I've got your back! It's what friends do."
Anna's eyes widen. "Friends?"
"Of course. We're here for the same reason, so we might as well work together." Violet gently elbows her. "Besides, you don't look like the 'damsel in distress' type. I'm sure you could have taken them on, yeah?"
Anna, after a moment, giggles. "Sure."
"That's what I thought. I'll be right over here if you need me." Violet sticks her hands in her pockets as she starts to walk off. She waves her hand. "Good luck tomorrow, Anna! Hope to see you out there!"
Anna watches as her hero walks away. Honestly, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for her. However, it did feel a little suspicious. That's when her head starts to fill with all types of concern. Does she really want to be my friend? What if she's just trying to use me? What if it's all some sick joke? Oh no, she's going to be looking for me during initiation—what if we're fighting Grimm? What if she feeds me to a Grimm?!
She blinks, realizing how silly she sounds. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. It's just the anxiety talking—she has nothing to worry about. Violet seems to be a legit person, although that's a bold claim for someone she just met. Still, Anna can't help but feel some sort of a connection with her. Her feelings have betrayed her in the past, however, so she has little inclination to start believing them now…
Anna, without another thought about it, picks a sleeping bag on the outskirts, a distance from the boys, and only a little closer to Violet. She settles down and tries to go to sleep, although there are still a decent amount of people who still seem to be awake and chattering.
As for Violet, she lies down in her sleeping bag, once again staring at the ceiling, this time a little more fulfilled. She can't help but smile. I can do this, she tells herself. I've already got a head start. And with that, after more of her peers settle down, she closes her eyes and falls asleep.
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The next day, she wakes up and performs her morning routine. She brushes her teeth, puts on her clothes, and arms herself in the locker room. It's what you'd expect—tiled floors, the sound of shower water hitting the ground, and the smell of girl's perfume. Who has time for that?
The only thing that stuck out to Violet was that these were no ordinary lockers. These, as Glynda called them, were rocket lockers. That meant these things could propel themselves all over campus, coming to you if and when you'll need it. Still, she found it odd due to the "No dueling outside of your designated classroom" rule. She has to put that aside, however, as it will soon be her turn to go out and participate in initiation. There was a table outside of the ballroom with a list of names and times. Students sign up for a designated time, and that would be the point in which they must report to Beacon Cliff, or miss out on initiation. Violet didn't even want to think about who on Remnant would even be so careless to miss initiation. Then you don't even have a team! What happens then? You're kicked out? Assigned randomly? Who knows. But she was not about to find out.
To absolutely no one's surprise, no one wanted to go at any time before 10. Normally, Violet would jump at the opportunity for an early timeslot, but she actually wanted to see if she could find Anna's name. She searches the list eagerly, and to her surprise, Anna had signed up for 9 o'clock. It seems a few students have signed up for 9. Violet's impressed for a few seconds, before she realizes that the later time slots had been completely filled up. Early bird gets the worm—or in this case, the lazy early bird.
Violet signs up for 9 o'clock and sees that she has thirty minutes. She's about to walk away when her heart suddenly drops into her stomach. She quickly searches through the list again, having not thought about it before signing, and then her worst fears are confirmed. There she is—Coco Adel. My old classmate, Violet mopes sourly. And her friend Velvet. Fantastic. With a heavy sigh, she scratches her head. If she goes early, that increases her chances of getting seen. That in mind, Violet opts to wait a little longer. She doesn't have to be early all the time.
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She pushes it back for as long as she can, but finally her nerves get the best of her and she leaves ten minutes later. Still early—incredibly early—but to her surprise, she isn't the first one there. In fact, she's one of the last few. She's really been off her game ever since the air bus!
Violet anxiously scans for Anna, and spots the blue girl quite easily. She has a brown metal staff gripped tightly in her hands—her weapon, Violet assumes. Thankfully, there's still a space open next to her. What makes it so much worse is that Anna is standing next to Velvet, who is standing next to Coco. She tries not to look at them as she approaches, but she just can't tear her eyes away. Coco has short brown hair that fades to a burning orange. She has curled bangs on the right side of her face. As for her outfit, she wears a black beret, a mocha-colored sweater with frills around her neck, some black beaded necklaces, some sort of small black scarf, black pants, a sagging leather belt, black boots, and of course, a bandolier thrown over her right shoulder.
Velvet's outfit is much more simplistic. She wears a black bodysuit with a brown top, brown shorts with an intricate golden trim, and golden shoulder plates and vambraces. Her hair is long and brown, and a pair of furry rabbit ears poke out the top of her head. She's something called a faunus. Being one means that the individual has an animal trait, which in her case are the two large rabbit ears on the top of her head. Her kind are generally not accepted in Remnant, and so many of them choose to hide their traits, either with a bow, a cloak, or even a scarf. Depending on a faunus's heritage, they may not receive an obvious trait, like ears or a tail. Sometimes they have retractable claws, or in the case of the chameleon, they can change their skin color. Other than that, there is no way to physically prove that they're not human.
While some hide, others thrive off of the attention. Others fail to find a way to hide themselves due to living constraints, like Velvet. Her ears are too large to hide under a hat. Aquatic faunus, also, usually need to stay in the water, either due to a lack of legs or lack of lungs capable of breathing air. All of these things depend on your heritage as a faunus—if one's family is known for having hidden traits, then their offspring will continue to have hidden traits. If they are known to grow ears and/or tails, then that's what their offspring shall have. The only time it ever gets dicey is when two faunus of a different species have a child. Then, that child becomes a wild card. A dog and cat could have a son and he ends up a reptile. It's impossible to guess, as are the given traits.
The good thing about all of this, however, is that most faunus get night vision. Velvet is in the majority, and while she can't discern color in the dark, she can see much better than the average human can. Violet never gave her a hard time, although now the tables may be turned.
Wordlessly, she comes to stand next to Anna. There's a row of stone squares in the ground, one for each student—not that she understood why. Ozpin and Glynda are standing at the edge of the cliff, their backs to them. He seems to have a white mug in his hands, and Glynda is rummaging through her tablet scroll.
"Are you excited?" Violet asks without turning her head.
"Um, I guess." There's a painstakingly long silence. "Are…Are you okay?"
"I'm all good here. Nobody else bothered you last night, right?"
"No."
"That's good." Anna looks at her worriedly, and is about to repeat her question when Ozpin suddenly starts to speak.
"Well, seeing as everyone's here, I suppose we have no other choice but to begin."
Glynda, with her face buried in her scroll, points out, "It doesn't start for another fifteen minutes."
"What's the harm?" Glynda falls silent, and Ozpin addresses the students. "For years you have trained to become warriors. And today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest." He turns to his assistant. "Honestly Glynda, you make me say this every year."
"Consistency, professor," she hisses. To everyone else, she continues, "Now I'm sure many of you have heard about the assignment of teams. Some of you may think these are rumors, but I'm here to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates…today." Violet could hear one or two students groaning quietly.
Ozpin picks up, "These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon. So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well." He lifts his mug. "That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years." That's what had Violet on edge. Eye contact? That's all it takes? Oh no.
Ozpin must have seen a few terrified faces, because he starts to chuckle. "I don't know why everyone's always so surprised by that. After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path, or you will die." That's when Glynda clears her throat, and then Ozpin tilts his head, glancing up at the sky. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. Please be aware of how many trees you damage and cut down along the way. We've gotten many complaints from our Board of Environmental Protection about that. The forest doesn't replenish itself, you know."
Glynda sighs. "Actually, Professor Ozpin, it does."
He looks at her for a few moments. "…Really?"
"Professor."
"Ah, fine." He takes a sip of coffee and turns back to his freshmen. "You will be monitored and graded for the duration of your initiation." With a small and innocent smile, he adds, "Unlike during the Entrance Exam, our instructors will not interfere." Violet's jaw drops. How can they do that? Are they allowed to do that?! "You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one, and yes you need a partner by then, and then you must return here to the top of the cliff. We will regard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?" The group is silent. "Good! Take your positions." Violet takes a deep breath, unsheathing her weapons and placing her right foot back and her left foot forward.
"Violet?" Anna whispers. "What's about to happen?"
That's when the stone plate at the beginning of the line suddenly springs up, launching a student into the air. Anna shrieks.
"That. That's about to happen." Violet almost turns her head to look, then remembers why she can't. "Didn't you practice landing strategies at your old school?"
Anna speaks quickly. "Well yeah but that doesn't make it any less scary!"
"You've made it this far. You'll be okay, just come up with a landing strategy."
The girl whimpers, but knows that Violet's right. One by one, student after student is launched into the air. Ozpin watches as they soar over the Emerald Forest. After the last one is gone, he takes another sip from his coffee mug.
Glynda sighs. "You're unbearable."
He shrugs. "Perhaps." Smiling, once again, he faces her and holds his mug upside down. "Could you get me another cup of coffee? I've run dry." She groans and rolls her eyes, looking down at the tablet. It's going to be an…interesting year, to say the least.
Co-Authored and Edited by USB-Meister
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