Alright. I'm gonna be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here. This story is a RWBY story that follows a team of OC's created by me and my friends. Which means that I won't be following the story very closely, especially throughout volume 4 if I get that far. That also means I will be adjusting the story a little bit to incorporate the team. Feel free to leave a review, I do accept polite criticism. Let's go.

The great hall was filled with the sound of eager huntsman-to-be's chattering, but to Falcon, the only noise that was necessary was the scratching of the pencil on his notebook. He sat leant against a wall, a notepad in his lap, hard at work drawing. The hall of beacon was massive and the roof was high above him as he was sitting, though since he was only 5'10, it would make little difference if he stood or sat. Taking a couple second break from sketching, he adjusted the beret on his head, scratching his hair as he did so. It was scruffy, a style betraying it's regal silver only a white sleeveless shirt and long black pants, he looked quite relaxed, and indeed he was. Sketching was a hobby he'd picked up over time and he loved it. It was great how he could just forget about the world around him and lose himself in his work. However, the world didn't exactly leave him alone as he would've liked, as was soon to be proven. He was so immersed in his drawing, he failed to notice a figure walking towards him and he only realised their presence when they were standing right in front of him.

"So, this is Beacon," the figure said in a tone of admiration. "It's quite the sight, isn't it?"

Falcon didn't look up but mentally kicked himself for letting his guard down. Treading cautiously, as was his instinct around new people, Falcon formed a response. "'Tis, but not quite as beautiful as those in Atlas."

"Can't say I've seen those, not much of a traveller," the stranger replied in a more relaxed sounding tone. Falcon looked up at the stranger standing over him, he was much taller than Falcon, maybe 6"1. He had slicked back black hair and wore a black trench coat that went down to his knees and grey jeans. Under his trench coat, there was a plain navy blue shirt. But what interested Falcon the most was what was resting on the stranger's hip. A long sheath with a trigger, most likely housing a katana. Despite being armed, the man's demeanor was relaxed, his arms hanging loosely by his side, completely untensed. Admittedly, one of his hands was still close to the sheath, but Falcon chose to ignore that. This wasn't the body language of a man who meant harm. After realizing this stranger wasn't a threat, Falcon shifted over slightly to allow the stranger room to sit and then continued flipping pages in his notebook. The stranger took a seat next to Falcon, nodding in thanks for the invitation. He took the sheath of his belt and laid in across his lap, still clutching it with one hand. As the two sat in silence for a while, Falcon noticed the stranger absentmindedly fiddle and adjust the sheath, mainly around the trigger mechanism. It intrigued him, but he said nothing. After a few seconds, the stranger spoke again.

"What's that you're drawing there?" he asked. Falcon glanced at the man sitting next to him awkwardly before turning back to his notebook.

"Oh uh.. Y'know, just revising some old weapon designs."

"Oh really? Can I see?" asked the stranger. Falcon gingerly handed over the notebook. His hands then started to fidget unbeknownst to him, because they had nothing to do.

"These are impressive,.. Uh, I'm not sure I got your name?" the stranger said, implying a question as he handed back Falcon's notebook.

"Hood, Falcon Hood." Replied Falcon. "You?"

"Hayate Blacksteel. Nice meeting you Falcon," Hayate said as he extended a hand out to Falcon, which Falcon met with his own.

"You come here alone?" Hayate asked curiously.

"Yeah, but there are a few faces I recognise." Answered Falcon. "Like them." He gestured to two girls, a short black haired girl and a taller blonde, talking to another black haired girl who looked like she just wanted to be left alone to read her book. Hayate's gaze wandered over to the pair of girls, seemingly amused by their antics.

"Oh you know them?" Asked Hayate. "The blonde, Yang right? I saw her earlier, but the other one seems a bit young don't you think?"

"Ruby? Yeah she's only 15, got accepted early. That's Ozpin for you." Falcon responded before turning his attention back to his notebook. Hayate stood up.

"Must be nice to have a familiar face in this crowd" he said casually before glancing back at Falcon. "Well, big day tomorrow. See you around Falcon." Falcon responded with a simple nod.

"See you in the forest I guess."

"Yeah." Hayate replied, then chuckled to himself. "That's if those girls haven't torn the place down by then," he joked, nodding to Yang and Ruby who were now getting lectured by a white haired girl. Falcon gave a look of disgust when his eyes rested on her, which nobody saw, before adjusting his beret and continuing on with his sketch.

It wasn't long before Falcon was joined by Ruby and Yang again. Falcon had an interesting relationship with the sisters, having met the two at Signal Academy and decided to continue on to Beacon with them both. Despite their antics, they were good friends of his, the only familiar faces in the hall of strangers.

"Gods she is so mean!" exclaimed Ruby. Falcon put his notebook down.

"It goes well.. with your pajamas? Really?" quizzed Falcon. Yang rolled her eyes.

"Hey! At least I'm trying to make friends" she snapped in response..

"I have you two, and that guy over..." Falcon trailed off, looking around for his newly found friend. "There." He pointed at Hayate.

"Wow, not bad looking.." Started Yang, staring at Hayate.

"Alright, time for bed!" By the time Falcon had turned to look at her, Ruby was already asleep.