I barely get into the airship when I see Ruby again, being tackled by a blonde girl. I almost attack her, but it seems the stranger's a friend. Just an overly enthusiastic friend. I head on over, seeing as how there's not another familiar person on the airship. Though, there is a familiar scent here. Still, I'm not going on a wild goose chase just because I think she's here.
"What's with you, aren't you excited?"
"Yeah, of course I just... I got moved ahead two years." Ruby looks down at the floor, before looking over and seeing me. "Anima! Hey, uh, this is Yang. My sister." Well, she's eager to get off topic.
"Oh, hello! I don't think I've ever seen you before." Yang smiles. Well, she's rather upbeat. Long golden hair, brown cropped vest, yellow undershirt leaving her midriff exposed, black mini shorts and brown boots. More fashion over function. I open my mouth to speak when the News monitors cut to a news story on the heiress Weiss Schnee.
"Yes, it has been confirmed now that the White Fang operative responsible for an attempt on the Schnee family's lives has been subdued and detained. Atlas police spent three days hunting the terrorist in the sewers before he gave himself up. If this is the first you're hearing of this, the Schnee's are safe, though Weiss Schnee, future heiress to the Schnee fortune, has been hospitalized with a broken leg and several minor injuries. Jaques Schnee is reportedly seeking the-" The monitor cuts out to reveal Glynda Goodwitch.
"Hello, and welcome to Beacon!"
"Who's that?"
"My name is Glynda Goodwitch."
"Oh."
"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." The hologram winks out, and suddenly everyone gasps at once. The view of Beacon from here is just… incredible.
"Have you ever seen something so awesome?" Yang says, and I find myself muttering "Once, far from here." No one notices though. Then it hits me again. A particularly familiar scent on the air. I do follow it this time, moving away from the pair, when a blonde boy who's moved towards my friends begins vomiting on the airship. Well, there goes the trail. Hard to smell anything but...horror.
"Well I guess the view isn't for everyone." Yang quips, then pales when Ruby points out the vomit on her shoes. Well, that's one way to meet someone new. Instead of going back, I keep moving forward through the ship. I've got a lot of dust to wheel off this thing.
Getting off the bullhead was rather easy. Gravity has a way of pulling large carts of luggage down ramps. Picking up the resulting mess, and being yelled at by a few injured students, was less easy. Ruby and her sister caught up, helping put the cases back on the small luggage cart. A few vials clink together, but all in all, no harm no foul. "Well, could have been worse."
"Really?" Yang asks. I inform her on the small chance we could have exploded, but otherwise no harm. We set off towards the school, the large, imposing and awe inspiring tower of Beacon.
"Oh Yang look!" She points to a student checking over their weapon, what appears to be a grenade launching hammer. Yikes, I would hate to get hit by that thing. "And that kid's got a flaming sword!" Yang tugs her back by the hood, making her sputter a bit.
"Don't get oo excited. They're just weapons sis."
"Well, I suppose. I find there's a rather intimate connection between a weapon and its wielder."
"Oh boy, are you also obsessed?"
"Oh no, just an observation. My weapons are rather plain." I pat my two thigh holsters, holding my large daggers.
Around that time a swarm of people move by, and a few call out to Yang. "Well, I uh, gotta go. You two take care!"
"Wait, don't leave me!" Ruby yells, to absolutely no avail. The crowd, and the blonde, have already moved on. "Yang…" She suddenly looks rather uncomfortable, and almost shrinks away.
"So, tell me about your weapon, red. I saw it in action, but that's not really knowing a weapon." She brightens up just a bit, shifting it off her back. It definitely looks harmless as it is now.
"Well uh, I built it myself at Signal. It uses a high caliber bullet with high recoil to tear through grimm, and add force to the swing. The recoil is designed to fly straight back, but with a bit of moving it either way the force is added to the swing, making it slice right through foes, or break apart bone plates. What uh, what do you use? Besides dust."
I flip open my left holster, drawing out a combat dagger. "Nothing fancy. The hilt opens up. You twist the pommel to open it and put a vial in, and press the pommel's button to cause the dust to be spread along the blade from these tiny grooves there. The other one works just the same."
"That's pretty cool!"
"When you see what I can do with this stuff, it's even cooler. C'mon, we gotta get to the hall. I think we're supposed to hear a speech or something."
"And uh...where exactly is that?"
"I uh. Well, this is awkward. I haven't really been paying attention to the path. I think we passed it." After several minutes we end up pushing our way through a crowd in the main hall, to a nice secluded area. Yang just kind of appears. I ignore her though, because the scent has most definitely returned. I turn to follow it, telling them to watch my things for just a moment, when I lay eyes on exactly who I thought it was. I toss a small pebble at her, and point up to the rafters.