Well, here I am again, rewriting the first chapter of my story. This isn't my first time, and I'm sure if I write any more fics, it won't be the last. So before we begin, let me explain the premise of my fic; my characters are borrowing a lot of their powers from Monster Girl Encyclopedia, which I'll explain as time goes on.
All stories have a beginning, and this is the story of how four girls with alien origins made their journey to have the world accept and accept who they truly are.
Ch.1- Blending in
Several large, four-winged airships land, releasing the new students; however, four girls make their entrance elsewhere in an unorthodox method. The sound of a clock ticking echos just as a golden portal is ripped open a few feet off the ground, dropping off the girls one-by-one.
The first girl drops down quickly but lands on her feet, cracking the ground. The girl has a slightly tanned complexion with light green eyes and light violet, shoulder-length, spiked hair.
The girl straightened her fading jean jacket and pulled it apart slightly as if trying to draw attention to the shirt she was wearing beneath it. The tight fabric hugged her breasts, curling the words "girl wanting" around them. She rested one hand on a gaudy belt with a silver buckle that read "HB." She used the other to push her spiky hair back behind her neck.
"Ersa, did you have to be so loud?" Another girl asked as she dropped down.
"What?" Ersa replies, acting as if she did no wrong, her size now put in perspective with someone standing next to her. Being a little over 200 cm (6.7 ft) tall makes her tower over most further proven by the other girl only reaching the top part of Ersa's chest yet being quite tall herself, taller than guys her age.
Many would be surprised to learn that the girls are twins they share the same complexion and eyes, but that's where the similarities end as their clothing is much different from each other.
"Come on Medi, relax," Ersa tells her sister, who has her face stuffed into a book. She lowers the book, revealing her oval frame glasses. Her clothes and hair are a stark contrast to her sister; her hair is cut short, straightened and folded to the right.
Medi closes the book she was reading before pushing her glasses back up and taking off her fading green beret to fix her hair. The beret is tagged with multiple pins of different origins and on the front is a large bronze pin engraved with "HB." Her clothes are all covered in a leopard print.
Medi looks down and sees the cracked ground showing where Ersa landed, showing another one of their differences. While Ersa is wearing standard red shoes, Medi is sporting metal boots.
"Ersa, I should remind you that we are here to learn," Medi tells her sister why they are here in the first place, Ersa is too busy staring at the boys dropping off from the airships.
Ersa rubs her hands together, "Momma is going to find herself a husband today." She mutters as drool drips down her chin.
Medi taps Ersa on the side, "Keep it in your pants, the boys aren't going anywhere." She says before the portal spits out the last two girls, closing once they're on the ground.
The last two girls are more similar than Medi and Ersa as they both share pitch-black hair and a side bang covering their left eyes, standing a head shorter than Medi.
One girl is covered head to toe in a gray cowl, with the only thing showing being her brown hiking boots.
"Hey Deandra, where's Issia?" Ersa asks, seeing as they're missing a member.
"Here." Issia makes herself known, her voice quiet and hard to make out even standing next to her sisters. Her outfit is entirely black, with her red eyes being the only thing not black.
"Best we get moving," Deandra says before walking into Beacon academy with the others following her.
The school entrance is marked by a long-wide avenue leading up to the main academy buildings. In front of the school is a large courtyard with various walkways, surrounded by a double ring of colonnades bisecting the main avenue. The outer ring rises high over the main entrance to the academy. The avenue is marked with trees, flag-draped light-poles, and impressive aqueduct-like features and archways. In front of the entrance to the main amphitheater is a large statue and fountain of a huntsman and huntress standing atop a rock, beneath which a monster cowers.
Issia stops in front of the statue, looking to her left, "Issia, what's up?" Deandra asks, Issia points to two girls arguing, one wearing a red cloak and another wearing a white dress, arguing over something.
Issia pulls a pocket watch from her sleeve and clicks the button on the top. Suddenly everything stops, "Those girls were about to blow up." The sisters look to the girls caught in the middle of an explosion.
"ISSIA! we were told not to use our magic, and I thought Ersa would be the one to break that rule first," Deandra recalls what their mother told them before they left as she cuts open a portal with her finger. The portal displays what's on the other side and the girls about to be destroyed.
"HEY! I take offense to that." Ersa retorts, "And whose the kettle calling the pot black, huh?" Deandra does the exact thing they were not told to do.
Deandra sticks her hand through the portal, "Compress," And turns the massive explosion into a palm-sized orb. after pulling back her arm, she then throws the orb behind her, where it explodes in midair; once it's over, time continues as usual.
The two girls are left standing, wondering what just happened; the white-haired girl walks away, leaving the caped girl alone. She looks for anyone like her and spots Issia, who has yet to notice that her sisters left her.
"Hey!" The girl makes herself known to Issia.
"Uh?" Issia suddenly sees what is going on and is shocked that she points to herself to check if the girl is talking to her.
"Yeah you," The girl nervously giggles after her first attempt to make a friend went poorly, "I'm Ruby Rose, and you are?"
"Issia Holdback," Issia's voice lacks any emotion, and her face is as still as stone; it's as if Ruby is talking to a wall.
Issia tilts her head. Ruby's response is to turn around, seeing if something is happening behind her, but sees nothing, "Um, Issia, what are you looking at?" When she turns back, she sees Issia staring straight at the chest.
"I'm bigger," Issia blurts out, Ruby once again looks confusedly at Issia, wondering what she means.
"Bigger? I'm the taller one," Ruby quickly retorts.
Issia shakes her head and points to Ruby's chest, "Wasn't talking about that size." She corrects Ruby on what she meant while hoping that she's chuckling to herself. Ruby is perplexed at the statements. She is too pure and innocent to understand why Issia was looking at her chest but continues on anyway.
Ruby turns her sight away from Issia for a moment while she thinks of her next move, this allows Issia to get a detailed look at Ruby's clothes. Under her hood lies a red and black contraption held by a magnet attached to her butt, which Issia assumes to be her weapon. A silver rose brooch holds a pouch and some bullets on her hips.
Her clothes are mostly black, which Issia can appreciate, which are made of a long-sleeved dress with a high collar with red trim on the sleeves, a black waist cincher with red lacing up the front with her skirt being black with red trimming on the underside. Ruby covers her legs with thick black stockings and black combat boots with red laces forgoing pants.
As Ruby tries to think about what they should talk about, she sees other students with their weapons out, a lightbulb appears over her head when the solution comes to her. Ruby grabs her weapon, which is a scythe with a giant blade and handle taller than her.
Ruby feels confident this will work, as Yang, her older sister, calls her a weapon geek. "Issia, this is Crescent Rose, I made this baby with my own two hands." Ruby puffs out her chest with a smug smile on her face while happily showing off her weapon. Issia, however, doesn't look as impressed as Ruby, her face hasn't moved an inch this whole conversation.
Ruby coughs before seeing that Issia's weapon isn't on her person, "Issia, where's your weapon?"
"We don't carry our weapons on us," Issia explains before putting her hand out with a bow appearing in her hand. The bow is almost as long as Issia, it ends right before her neck and is covered in a light bluish material wrapped around it; even with the size, Issia is not hindered in any way. "I'd say I'm a good shot," She states with happiness, showing that she does have emotion.
Ruby isn't really bothered by it since weapons come in all shapes and sizes, she's more curious if what Issia said was true, "How about we see whose the better shot with a quick shoot out?" She asks.
"Sure, let's see who can hit that rock over there." Issia points to a rock, way out in the distance.
"Um, isn't that a bit far for you, that seems unfair to you." Ruby retorts.
Issia shakes her head, "No, that's an easy shot for me." She rebuttals.
"Alright then." Ruby takes a deep breath before looking down her scope, "Steady yourself, Ruby, this is your chance to show Issia how good of a shot you are. Remember feet planted, arms steady, you've got this." She says to herself before firing. The shot flies in the air for a few seconds, showing just how far the rock truly is, and striking the side, taking a bit out of the stone.
"Nice shot." Issia praises the shot Ruby made, "My turn," Issia is now sporting a smile on her face.
Issia takes Ruby's place. She steadies her breathing, slowing down her heart rate while killing any unnecessary movements and blocking out any background noise.
Issia takes an arrow out from the quiver, which has mysteriously appeared on her back. Ruby decides it best to not ask and let Issia make her shot. The arrowheads are as big as Issia's forearm. The arrows themselves are just as massive for a bow of that size.
Issia nocks back the arrow, draws her bow, ready to fire, "Remember your training," She tells herself.
"This is second nature to you." She takes her final breath, focusing her sight on the rock; what happens next is over before it starts.
Issia releases the tension from her bow and drags the entire arrowhead across the ground, ignoring the sparks she's making before nocking the arrow again and dropping to a knee, pulling the arrow back this time causing it to start exhausting flames from the bottom of the arrowhead like a jet engine, she keeps pulling until it looks like the bow is about to snap.
When she lets go, the arrow is shot with so much force that Issia is pushed back a few feet, yet the arrow still flys true and strikes the rock, drilling deep into it, taking a big piece with it.
Ruby is stunned silent; Issia is welding a bow but hit a target so far away that only a sniper could hit it.
"I'll call that your win Issia," Ruby submits and declare Issia the winner of their little match.
Before either girl can continue, a blonde-haired boy stumbles up to them, "Hey. I'm Jaune." The person introducing himself as Jaune Arc, says while offering them a hand.
Jaune is a tall boy with dark-blue eyes and messy blonde hair. He is wearing a white chest plate and shoulder armor over a black hoodie with reddish-orange sleeves giving him the look of a knight in casual wear. He is also wearing blue pants with a white patch on the left knee with two belts crisscrossing his waist, both different shades of brown, with a pair of small pouches on them, as well as black shoes. Finally ending with brown wrist-length gloves with exposed fingertips, a small metal plate on the back, and a sword on his waist holstered in a sheath.
"Ruby. Issia." They shake Jaune's hand.
Ruby snickers at realizing who Jaune is, "Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship?"
Jaune looks away, "I was hoping you didn't notice that."
A few minutes later, Ruby and Jaune are talking about how motion sickness is a common problem; as they walk down the halls, Issia would have left them. However, Ruby showed promise in their shootout and made it into Beacon, so she's sticking around; Jaune, on the other hand, is only here because he stuck with Ruby.
"All I'm saying is that motion sickness is a much more common problem than people let on," Jaune says, trying to defend his issue with flying airships and losing his lunch.
"Look I'm sorry. Vomit boy was the first thing that came to mind," Ruby apologizes to Jaune about her nickname for him.
"Well, the name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it," Jaune says, trying to sound cool.
"Do they?" Ruby questions him, not seeming convinced.
"They will. Well, at least I hope they will. I think my mom always says uh…well never mind," Jaune says while trying to defend himself.
Ruby giggles after he says this, "Hmm. Sooo, I got this thing," Ruby says while deploying her sniper-scythe and impaling it into the ground.
"Woah! Is that a scythe?" Jaune asks while he steps back from Ruby out of shock and surprise.
"It's also a customizable, high-impact sniper rifle," Ruby says while showing off her weapon.
"A what?" Jaune says, having no idea what she just said.
"It's also a gun, genius," Issia states, while Ruby cocks her weapon for emphasis but triggers something inside her, "Shouldn't he know that?" Pointing something out to Issia if Jaune doesn't know something so simple, then something up.
"Oh. Well that's cool," Jaune says, admiring the weapon.
"So what do you got?" Ruby asks.
"Oh, uh, I-I got this sword," Jaune says while pulling out his sword from its sheath.
"Oooohhh," Ruby says, admiring the weapon. Jaune pulls it out from its sheath, and it expands into a shield, "Yeah, I've got a shield too."
"So what do they do?" Ruby asks while reaching for the shield.
When she touches it, the shield pops off Jaune's arm and starts jumping around, changing forms from a shield to a sheath while Jaune tries to catch it.
Issia shakes her head at the pitiful scene. "Not the best first impression for someone wanting to be a hunter." Issia mentally notes to herself.
"The shield gets smaller. So, when I get tired of carrying it, I can just…put it away," Jaune says after recomposing himself.
"But, wouldn't it weigh the same?" Ruby asks.
"Yeah, it does," Jaune says while lowering his head.
"Heh-heh. Well, I'm kind of a dork when it comes to weapons. I guess I did go a little overboard in designing it," Ruby says while running her hand over her weapon.
"Wait, you made that?" Jaune shockingly asks.
"Of course. All students at Signal forge their own weapons. Didn't you make yours?" Ruby asks.
"It's a hand-me-down. My great-great-grandfather used it to fight in the war," Jaune says while looking down and depressed a bit.
"Sounds more like a family heirloom to me. Well, I like it. Not many people have an appreciation for the classics these days," Ruby says, trying to cheer Jaune up.
"Yeah, the classics," Jaune says.
"It reminds me of home." Issia tries to cheer up Jaune, but her mute tone isn't helping.
"Yeah, thanks," Jaune says.
"Hm. Hey, where are we going?" Ruby asks.
"Oh, I don't know. I was following you," Jaune answers, not knowing where the amphitheater is.
"Y-you think there might be a directory? Maybe a food court? Some sort of recognizable landmark?" Jaune asks.
Ruby just snickers at his comments.
"Is-a, is that a no?" Jaune asks.
"That's a no," Ruby answers.
"Sigh, follow me," Issia says, remembering the way to the amphitheater.
Expect their terrible first impressions and trying a bit too hard, these two are fine. If they got into Beacon then that tells her that they have potential, so she'll stick around to see if that holds.
Writer: And where we end things for now, as you can see, I decided to rewrite the chapter and make a second chapter to be a lot better, so here's the deal, I'm currently working on a brand new chapter two, so things will be a little weird until I post that, but stay tuned and leave your review.
Until next time.