Team SWAN (Revamp)

by The Celestial Sky Dragon

The World of Remnant is a Dark place. Humans and Faunus face life's challenges, some wanting to be Huntsman, others wanting to live normal lives. The creatures of Grimm terrorize the world, and Dark factions act behind the shadows. However, 4 young Huntsman and Huntresses, will try to change the world by their hands.

3. The Wind Trailer

A/N:

Hello everyone. I bring you the Wind Trailer, like the last two, this will be a partial rewrite. I ended up editing the original Wind Trailer while adding several things. Angelina was the only member of Team SWAN who didn't show off her fighting style, so I added a fight between her and Sora. I wanted to show off their hatred to each other. Sora is a Faunus and Angelina is a human who dislikes them, this will serve to cement their relationship in the beginning of the story.

Um...tell me what you think about this. I hope you enjoy the new parts of this Chapter. I will be working on the Earth Trailer after I post the next chapter of Morning Hope Academy, so until then, see you later.

Team S.W.A.N.

The Wind Trailer

A Wind that rose

Though not a Leaf

In any Forest stirred

But with itself did cold engage

Beyond the Realm of Bird -

A Wind that woke a lone Delight

Like Separation's Swell

Restored in Arctic Confidence

To the Invisible- Emily Dickinson~

xxx

"Keep calm, nothing bad is going to happen. Breathe in, breathe out..control your anger. You're the master of your Semblance, not the other way around. Keep calm, nothing bad is going to happen, inhale, exhale. Alright, time to start the day."

That was the personal mantra that she had come up with to keep her cool. When you had a Semblance as explosive as hers, you needed to keep your emotions in check. Due to her outburst in the Moatzagoatl Museum in Atlas, the Golden Beryl, a precious family jewel, had to be moved. It had been moved to their sister museum in the city of Vale. That however turned out to be a heavier price than placing it in a vault. For alas, someone had broken in the museum and stolen it. Now, her father blamed her for inadvertently causing the theft of a precious item.

It wasn't her fault. Her father knew that she didn't like faunus, yet he still let them walk around the museum. So when a little girl tugged on her sleeve, asking where the bathroom was, she exploded. Sure, it was uncool to scream at a child, but the fact that it was a faunus just drove her over the edge. She felt really bad about screaming at a little girl afterwards, but the damage had been done. Every blast proof glass case in the museum had exploded, along with all windows and many eardrums. Such is the fate of those who hang around Angelina Moatzagoatl, youngest daughter of Carter Moatzagoatl. The second richest man on Remnant, second only to Jacques Schnee of the Schnee Dust Company. She looked up from her hands, glancing up at her reflection.

She was a beautiful young woman of seventeen, with long white hair, which had a blue tint to it. She was wearing a tight blue sleeveless dress, that did little to hide her impressive chest. The straps of the dress were made of feathers, as well as the skirt of the dress. The feather were of course fake. She couldn't bare to kill a cute little swan to make herself a dress like this. She had a blue ribbon in her hair, keeping her bangs in place. Two long strands of hair served to frame her face, decorated with feathers and beads. She wore long light blue gloves, which had a bit of armor at the joints, as well as the knuckles. Since she was a Moatzagoatl, it was important that she could defend herself. She had been training from a young age, and was decent enough fighter.

She finished off her look with blue knee socks and white feathery boots. Her sky blue eyes stared right back at her, though they had lost a bit of spark in them. She knew she was gonna get yelled at, hell she hadn't seen her father yet, but she heard the news. She stood up, brushing her skirt.

"It's going to be a good day, I just know it! Though it's best if I meet father now and get this over with. That way, I won't have to deal with his wrath for long." she muttered to herself.

She grabbed her belt, which held her personal weapon, Angelic Symphony and placed it on around her waist. Her weapon was a high impact Lever Action Katana Shotgun. She had several kinds of shells on her belt, and in a fanny pack. She had shells of various elements and calibers, from bird shot to buck shot, to even Slugs. She was a deadly shot, even better than the security personnel that had taught her too shoot. It was based off the Spas 12, only instead of it being pump action, it was lever action.

The bottom of it was a sky blue color, with the rest of it being white. With a flick of her wrist, the weapon shifted into its sword form, and she could channel her aura through it. The blade was made from the finest materials available in Atlas, and was sharpened to a razor sharp edge. She had her personal blacksmith give both sides of the blade an edge. She used the recoil of her ammunition to her advantage, giving her quite a unique fighting style. The lever of the gun was a bright gold in color, and had a small chain charm attached to it. Hanging from it, was a small styled A, a personal effect she had added to it after she had received it.

On the stock of the gun, was her personal emblem, two white swan feathers slowly falling onto a lake, with white clouds above it to symbolize the sky. She took a deep breath and opened her doors, heading into the hallway. The maids passing by her doorway greet her quietly, and she gave them a small smile. It wasn't a secret to Angelina that her staff was scared of her. With her unique Semblance, she could make an entire building explode with a single scream. She could also steal a persons oxygen, or make them explode with little thought. The Atlas army had even attempted to recruit her, with her father vehemently refusing. She didn't want to deal with Faunus who may have joined the military themselves.

She glanced out the windows of her estate as she walked down the pale blue and white halls. This was one of her family villas, located in Vale. Her home wasn't as big as most would assume it to be. It was a couple thousand square feet of course, but it was more modest than even the Schnee Estate. She paused for a moment, glancing down at the entrance courtyard. The drive way was shaped like a U, and the cars drove from the front gates toward the doors. At the center of the yard was a large statue, of her mother Odette Moatzagoatl.

She wasn't a Huntress, she was just a normal woman, who loved ballet. It was because of this that her father Carter had sought her out. He wanted her to be part of a performance, a charity event that the museum was hosting. That was back when he had opened his first museum in Atlas, the two had hit it off and Odette had given him a personal performance. Love at first sight, according to her older brother Zheltyy at least. The statue of her mother was made out of white stone, and had her poised on her tip toes, dressed in her "White Swan" outfit, holding two babies in her hands, her older brother Zheltyy and herself. She shook her head, deciding to continue her walk toward her father's study.

"Mom would probably be mad at me. She appreciated all walks of life, and loved spending time with Faunus. But...I'm just not like her...I can't stand them." she said softly to herself. The drapes moved slightly as she passed, small drafts of air moving through the hallways. She sighed, taking a deep breath, calming herself down. As she did, so did the air around her.

She finally reached her fathers study, and as evident by the Policemen standing post at the door, he was busy talking to the chief of Police. The Atlas Military Police were quite familiar with her. She had met most of the officers at one point in time. She was also quite friendly with the Chief of Police, since and her father were friends in high school. Another man she had met was General Ironwood, another personal acquaintance of her father. She was on friendly terms with the man, but at times got rather angry with him. Especially because he expressed interest in turning Angelina into a Soldier, just so she could use her semblance on the field. That was something that made her very angry, and eventually lead to her expulsion of Atlas Military Academy. Sighing, she reached for the door, and one of the officers held his hand out.

"I'm sorry Miss, but Lord Moatzagoatl has asked us not to let anyone through." he said firmly. Angelina felt her face contorting into one of anger, as she flicked her gaze up to the two men.

"Well, did he tell you that I'm his daughter and that I wish to speak with him?" she asked, a sarcastic smile on her face. The two officers shared a look, as if regretting what they were about to do.

"We are aware Miss Moatzagoatl, but he said not to let anyone through. He especially told us not to let you through. It seems he's still and I quote...Real fucking pissed with that little imp." the first officer said. He swallowed hard at the ensuing silence.

Angel's face was stone still, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. The other officer, who was familiar with the young woman stepped back a few feet. She clenched her fist and the air in the hallway became thin, making the two men start to choke a bit. Her eyes were glowing bright blue as her Semblance activated. She suddenly stopped, returning the air pressure to normal. She took a deep breath, slowly exhaling through her nose, calming her nerves a bit.

"I'm sorry about that gentlemen. I'm still having issues controlling my semblance. But you must understand, I must...apologize for my actions. I'm sure he will understand." she said. The two men moved aside, not wanting to be choked out by the young woman. She grabbed a hold of the door handle, pulling it down, only for the door to remain locked.

"Father? It's Angelina...will you let me in?" she asked, as politely as she could.

"I don't want to speak with you yet Angelina, return to your room at once." the man's muffled voice replied. She frowned as she gave a light knock on the door.

"Father please...I came here to speak with you. I'd like to apologize for my actions. But I can't very well do it through a wooden door. It will be quick, I'll be in and out. You won't even lose any time." she said, hoping to appease her father.

"I already said no, wait for me in your bedroom. We'll have a full conversation there." came the reply. Angelina growled, gritting her teeth in anger.

She had enough of that. She felt her hand wrapping around the handle of her weapon, as she drew it out of its holster. She loaded some explosive shells into it, spinning the weapon around her hand, simultaneously pulling the lever. She leveled the gun with the door handle, pulling the trigger. She pulled the lever, firing a second round in rapid succession. One of the officers screamed in shock and surprise, not expecting her too shoot the door. She walked toward the door, spinning on her foot, delivering a side kick to the doors, which flew open from the force. She ejected the spent shell as she walked into the room, the plastic shell landing on the ground with a hollow thud.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I said go back to your room!" her father shouted in anger.

Carter Moatzagoatl was a tall imposing man, though he was only a few inches taller than his daughter Angelina. He had a mop of blond hair atop his head, neatly combed and slicked with gel. He had fair colored skin, and bright blue eyes. His face was smooth and chiseled, giving him quite the profile. He was a rather handsome man, and an eligible single father among the Atlas Elites. He was wearing a pressed blue suit, with a bright yellow neck tie, which bore his personal crest, one he had made when his wife Odette had passed away. It was a pair of swans, one black, and one white, forming a heart with their necks, both swimming on a lake.

He was the second richest man in Atlas, second only to Jacques Schnee, who owned the Schnee Dust Company. Her father was the owner of Aeterna Blade and Steel, a company responsible for designing parts and receivers for Dust Crystals and Ammunition. Both companies worked hand in hand to make the weapons everyone in Remnant needed to survive. Not only was he the owner of a steel company, but he was also the curator of the Moatzagoatl Museum of History in Atlas, and the curator of the Moatzagoatl Museum of Rare Gems and Priceless Artifacts in Vale. The girl smiled, ignoring the police chief who was looking at the shotgun in her hands.

"Well Father, I wanted to talk to you. Seeing Mr. Wanderman here means what Freesia told me this morning was true. The Golden Beryl was stolen." she said, acting as if what had just happened didn't happen. The Chief of Police just stood by, glancing at the broken doors. He was used to the youngest Moatzagoatl Heiress being explosive.

"I'm just...gonna be outside." he said, quickly taking his leave. Angelina watched him go, smiling inwardly. The Chief of Police was a tough man, but seeing him walking away because of her was always amusing to her. Carter cleared his throat, regaining her attention.

"Yes, the Golden Beryl was stolen, just as the exhibit back home in Atlas was being finished. Those incompetent fools let themselves get overtaken, and attacked with their own weapons. Not to mention one of them came face to face with the boy and was knocked out in a single hit."

"Pfft...that goes to show that you can't rely on anything but Atlas Personnel." the young woman said with a shrug, earning another angry look from her father.

"The men there are the most competent around. They were just blinded sided by this clearly trained individual. Being knocked out is one thing, but being knocked out with your own weapon...ugh. Then there are the idiots who wasted 90 lighting rounds firing into a smoke cloud. I don't know what drove them to do that, and you know what's worse...this could have all been avoided. Of course, that is if you learned some self control." the man shouted.

"Well excuse me, you know how I feel about the other race, yet here you are letting them into our museum." Angelina said, placing her weapon at her hip. Carter sighed, pinching his eyes.

"Angelina, I have no idea why it is that you dislike the Faunus so much. They have done nothing to you or our family. In fact, some of the Faunus that I have employed are very kind and generous. It's thanks to us that they can live comfortably here in Atlas. Not to mention, they can put their children through school. You know you're mother was an advocate for Faunus Civil Rights." he said, causing the girl to look away from him.

"You just wouldn't understand." she said softly.

"Then help me understand Angie. Ever since your eighth birthday, you've been acting like this. I didn't raise you to hate Faunus, why can't you be more like your siblings?" he asked. Angelina clicked her tongue, crossing her arms.

"Why is it that my brothers end up being in our conversations? Oh no, Zheltyy is a business man, doing business over in Vacuo and Mistral now. Thantos is working with the Atlesian Army making weapons and shit. But your daughter is here doing nothing because she's prone to blow everything up. Is it because I don't have a dick? Because in my opinion, my tits and twat are better than dick and balls." she said firmly, earning a disgusted look from her father.

"Angelina Moatzagoatl do not speak to me like that!" he said firmly. Angelina huffed and crossed her arms, looking away from her father.

"I miss mom."

The man stiffened a bit when he heard that. It seemed that ever since his wife had passed away, Angelina had been falling deeper and deeper into depression, though recently, she had been coming out of it. Slowly but surely, she was showing signs of improvement.

"I miss her too Angie...but the fact of the matter still stands. You caused major damage to the museum and as a result, we lost the Golden Beryl. It will take forever to find it again, even longer for another one to grow naturally." He said, disappointment lacing his voice.

"Whatever, I can't believe you care so much about a dumb gem than you do about your daughter." she said.

"You know I could punish you. Take away your credit cards, your cellphone, your butlers and your Stretch Limo...but I won't. Instead you'll be attending Beacon Academy and become a Huntress." he said, making the blue eyed girl go wide eyed.

"Excuse me? Let me get the shit out of my ear because I don't think I heard you." she said, jamming her pinkie in her ear.

"I said, you'll be attending Beacon Academy. Princess listen, your Semblance is one that's been troubling you since you were younger. The teachers in Beacon could help you learn more about Aura, teach you to control it better."

"I don't need to control it better. I have it all under control." she cried out, making the windows explode. Glass landed on the floor around them, making her cringe.

"You call that control?" he asked, quirking a brow in amusement. His daughter huffed angrily.

"You pissed me off. I am not going to that faunus ridden academy, I'd rather be locked in my room for the rest of my life." she said firmly.

"Sweetheart, will you tell me why you hate Faunus? I don't remember you ever meeting any."

"I am not telling you shit. There's nothing you need to know, I just hate them because their vagrants and degenerates." She shouted.

If the windows hadn't blown out before, they surely would have. Several files and other things not held down by paper weights flew around the room. Carter looked at his daughter, a bit worried. He didn't know why she always denied it, but he was sure it was something bad, something she wasn't ready to talk about. He sighed and stood up, walking around his desk.

"Listen, this is what's best for you. You need to control your aura better...your mother was the same. She had partial control of the wind, and trained in Beacon to learn how to use it. That's what made her the most well known Ballerina in the world. Because she used her aura and her semblance for her craft. She wouldn't want you to live your life hiding because you were scared of making someone explode at any given moment." he said, standing before the girl. She just looked away, rubbing her arm.

"I know that but...I'm still not going." she said firmly.

"Perhaps I can change your mind then."

Angelina turned around at the sound of the voice. When she did, she saw an older man standing at the door. He was wearing a pea green coat, with a suit vest underneath and a matching green shirt. He also wore matching black pants and boots. He was holding a cane in his hand and a coffee mug in the other.

"Ozpin, you arrived earlier than expected. Still walking around with that mug?" Carter said with a chuckle, welcoming the man into his office. The man smiled and made his way toward him.

"Yes, you know how addicted I am to coffee. I was also here I in time to see every window explode." he said, an amused smile on his face. Carter glanced at his daughter, who blew a raspberry at him. She turned around, heading for the door.

"I'm out of here. I'm sure Elizabeth has something interesting to do." she said.

"Wait, young lady. I didn't travel all the way here for you to bail on me. I still have an offer to well...offer."

"I'm sorry Professor Ozpin, but I decline your offer to study at Beacon. I refuse to be in a place that allows the...other race...to walk through its halls." she said.

"Angelina, you will come here this instant and listen to what this man has to tell you, or I will disown you." Carter said firmly.

"No you won't." she replied, almost to the door.

"Angelina Odette Moatzagoatl, I am serious. Take one step outside this goddamn office and I will take away everything you own. I mean it!" Carter said, this time a bit more forceful, making her stop in her tracks. She was half considering leaving...but being disowned meant no money, and she loved having money. She exhaled through her nose and turned around, her contorted in anger.

"Don't ever use my middle name. I mean it."

"Only if you stick around, you should be proud of your middle name. It belonged to your mother after all. Now come on, act your age and listen to what the Professor has to tell you." the man said firmly. She sighed, feeling the air around her return to its previous calm state.

"Fine, I'll listen."

"I knew you would. Come here, you get to sit in the big girl chair." he said. Angelina rolled her eyes and walked around his desk, taking a seat in his chair. She placed her legs on the desk and crossed them, folding her arms over her lap.

"Let's listen to this offer of yours Professor." she said, leaning back a bit. The man nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Well, I'm sure your father explained this to you...but I wish to have you in my school. You see, you are a very special girl, you possess a Semblance that only few have ever been recorded to have. Control of the Wind, an Elemental Semblance." he said.

"I'm that special? I thought wind control was something anyone could get. Besides isn't there Dust that pretty much does what I can do?" Angel asked.

"Ah, but dust can't replicate what you can do Miss Moatzagoatl. You can control air in its entirety. You can redirect the currents, speed them up, change them as you see fit. You can even fly if you control the wind well enough. That is something my academy can teach you, aside from you, there are three others who possess control over an element." he said.

"Three more? Are you sure about this Ozpin?" Carter asked, clearly surprised by this turn of events. The man smirked, taking a sip from his mug.

"Of course I am Carter. Sora Loire, a young man of Seventeen who just applied to my academy has the unique control of the Water Element in its entirety. I have been keeping an eye on him for awhile now, ever since Qrow spotted him stealing books from Sanctum Academy. Not to mention he did a poor attempt at faking transcripts."

"Seriously?" Angelina asked, earning a chuckle from the Professor.

"Indeed, and while normally I would have just turned him away, he piqued my interest. The video attached with his application showed how he is able to make water from thin air, and control it with ease. He's able to change the pressure of water, and even purify it with the right dust."

"That's amazing, though I did hear stories of some villagers in Vacuo possessing Water semblances. To find someone with full control of it...it's quite amazing." Carter said.

"Yes, but what is even more amazing is that one of my applicants is a descendant of 'The Flame of Rebuke'."

"What? You mean that legendary huntress who fought with fire in Mistral? The one who was able to scorch the battlefield which cost Atlas the loss of Fort Pastor?" Angelina asked.

"That is correct, her name is Whitney Azar, descendant of Aitzaber Azar. She is able to make flames from nothing and control their heat. They can be as warm as the light of the sun or as hot as a volcano erupting. The final person on this list is a young man named Nicholas Aarde, a young man of seventeen who controls Earth in its entirety. He can create stone spikes from nothing, erode the earth and even create a mountain if he had enough energy. The four of you are special and I cannot let you go without properly training you." he said firmly.

"Four Elementals...each holding a very special and powerful Semblance...this is way too convenient don't you think?" she asked curiously.

"It might, it might not be...but one thing is certain..you can achieve great things if you come to Beacon Academy. You can become a powerful Huntress and help many people through out the world. I know you can fight, or else you wouldn't walk around with that shotgun around your waist would you?" he asked. The girl sighed, rubbing her eyes.

"How do I know this isn't some excuse to turn me into a weapon? General Ironwood tried doing that with me. What if you are doing this with those other saps? Having four kids who control the elements on a single team? It's as if you're preparing us for something." Angelina said, earning a chuckle from the man.

"That is nothing of the sort. With the right training and guidance, there is nothing you cannot accomplish. The world is a vast place, and I wish to do my part, in bringing hope to it. Together, we can take on the creatures of Grimm, and provide tranquility to the kingdoms. Don't you want to do that Angelina? To ensure your loved ones, and even future children live in peace?" Ozpin asked.

"First off, I'm not having kids. Me, ruin this body? I don't think so...second, it isn't my job to protect the world. Besides...my siblings can handle themselves. I have no one to protect, my friends...they aren't friends at all. They're just people I bought, why would I even bother?" she asked firmly.

"Because it's what your mother would have wanted." Carter said. He gave a nod to Professor Ozpin, who reached into his pocket for a scroll. He placed it in front of Angelina, pushing it forward.

"Odette Aeterna was one of my best students. This is a record of her achievements, perhaps it could inspire you to join us." he said. Angelina looked at the scroll before her, lowering her legs from the desk. She took a hold of the device, her finger hovering over the Home Button. She shook her head, standing up from her seat.

"Where are you going?" Carter asked as the white haired girl made her way to the door.

"I'm going into Vale for a bit. I have to think about all of this and the only way I can do that is being alone. Don't worry, I'll try not to blow up any windows." she said firmly.

"Alright, be careful and take your scroll." he said, earning a nod from the young woman. She closed both doors, though the hole in the center of them prevented them from being properly closed.

"Um...I'll tell someone to fix this...yeah." she said, shortly before leaving, earning a chuckle from the man.

She walked past the officers who were still waiting for her father to speak with them. The whole dilemma with the Golden Beryl was annoying her to no end. She knew she was at fault, but it could have happened to anyone. She stopped at her bedroom and grabbed her house keys, along with her skateboard and knee pads. Not many knew it, but Angelina Moatzagoatl was actually a very good skater. It was something she got into when she was young and it took her mind off her worrisome Semblance.

Her skateboard was custom made for her size and stature, out of the finest materials. The deck had light blue grip tape, on the opposite side, there was a picture of a swan, gracefully taking flight. She had it made so the design didn't get scratched up from all the tricks she did. The trucks were white in color and the wheels were a light blue color. She slipped on the knee pads and headed outside.

It was a nice day in Vale, the day after a big rainstorm. Though the streets were dry from the sun, so she didn't have to worry about puddles or anything. The air was a bit crisp, which was something she loved about skating. She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to be far from her mansion at the moment. The thought of her going to Beacon pissed her off. Being in an academy filled with Faunus...those blasted animals...the thought disgusted her to her very core. But Ozpin was right, if she got better control of her Aura, then she wouldn't be prone to exploding.

"Maybe I should...no...definitely not. I am not going to a school filled with faunus." she muttered to herself.

She was approaching a stairwell, and smiled to herself. She kicked off the ground a bit, increasing her speed. As she approached the first step, she closed her eyes envisioning the trick she wanted to do. She kicked off, performing a Hard Flip over the steps. The board hit the ground with a loud pop, and she kept on riding. A few boys gave her some wolf whistles, from seeing up her skirt. She didn't care if they saw, she was to perfect for them anyway. She continued her ride into the plaza, doing a kick flip over a bench, getting more attention from the guys in the area.

She did a power slide to stop herself and kicked her board up, catching it in her hand. This particular area wasn't her favorite, due to all the faunus in the area, but it had a few interesting stores. She did need a few more shotgun rounds. She was about to pop into the nearby Dust Shop, only to see the front of it covered by police tape. There were several cruisers parked outside, along with a few News Vans. She briefly wondered what had happened, but she shrugged it off. She had lost rapid interest when she felt her stomach rumbling. She looked around for a food stand, since she had walked out without eating lunch.

"Oh come on man, you can do this for me."

Angelina looked up, glancing at the nearby hot dog stand. There was only one person there, a teenager around her age, with light brown hair. He was wearing a green tee shirt with a black sweat shirt over it. Which had green stripes running vertically down it. He wore black pants, with green low top shoes. He was wearing light leg armor, covering his shins and knees. He had two pistols holstered to his belt. He had a crest on the back of his hooded sweater. It was a Nevermore taking flight, its wings spread out. In its beak it was clutching a bright red rose, and in its talons, it was holding a glowing white bladed sword. The hot dog vendor seemed a little annoyed with him.

"You already took a bite out of it kid, there's no returns." the man said.

"Dude, you can cut that part off. It's still good, I mean this half is still prime...just wipe a bit of the ketchup off the top, and you can resell it."

"Sir, I am not selling half of an eaten hot dog to anyone that comes here. What's wrong with you?" he asked, a disgruntled look on his face.

"There's nothing wrong with me. I just want that Mountain Dew and I spent all my money on this hot dog, so I was trying to barter." the teen said.

"Barter? Do you hear yourself speak? Who the hell tries to barter a half eaten hotdog for a soda? Or is this an excuse to hear yourself speak?" the man asked, earning a confused look from the boy, who just shrugged it off.

"A little of both. Come on man, I'll even throw in this ketchup packet." he said, placing a red ketchup packet down on the cart. The man looked at him angrily, jabbing his thumb at the Police nearby.

"The answer is no kid. Now move along before I call the police over here." he said, clearly not having any of it.

"Fine, but I am going to write a review of this little stand and have it shut down." he said firmly. Angelina exhaled loudly, clearly being fed up with waiting. She pushed the teen aside and slammed her hand onto the cart.

"I want food and I'm sick of waiting for you to kick this ass hat out of here." she said.

"Excuse you little lady, but I wasn't done discussing this very important business deal with this lovely gentleman right here." the teen said, looking at Angelina, she noticed he was wearing a headband over his right eye. It was green in color, and partially hiding some dark skin around his forehead. Angelina crossed her arms under her breasts, making them jiggle a bit.

"Excuse me, I don't know about you...but I am not little. Do you know who I am?" she asked. The boy gave her a once over, before shrugging.

"A skater girl. Don't know about you, but skating in a skirt isn't really a good idea. Unless you don't mind guys looking at your puss." he said with a smirk.

"Ugh...whatever...can I have a hot dog with extra relish please?" She asked.

"Sure thing Miss Moatzagoatl, anything for you." the man said with a polite smile. Angelina sighed contently.

"It's good to know at least someone knows who I am." she said.

"Moatzagoatl...oh wait..your the daughter of that rich guy that was broken into last night. Man that shit was cray cray, breaking into a museum in the dead of night and stealing a precious stone undetected. Whoever did that has some balls." he said firmly, breaking into chuckles right after. Angelina growled, tightening her fist a bit.

"I don't need a filthy casual like you reminding me of what my family is going through." she said, quickly regaining her composure. She felt the air calm down a bit. Thankfully since she was outside, the air didn't thin out too much.

"I'm just saying. All you had to do was take the stability of the building into account. You place more guards at all the entrance and exit points, and boom, you have your angles covered." he said with a shrug.

"Like you know about security and foundations." the girl said, brushing a strand of white hair behind her ear.

"I don't, but I know for a fact that the thief was able to get in because there was a ventilation shaft near the northern entrance. If you posted a guard there, a competent one that is...it could have been prevented. Judging by the foot prints in the mud, it looked as if he was heading into an alleyway, perhaps to reach his pick up."

"How do you know that?" Angel said.

"The information is all over the news. Whoever did it knows how to plan this shit, he couldn't have done it alone. Someone must have hacked remotely into the security system and ran a loop of the tapes, giving that person free control of the cameras. That gives them a bird's eye view of the place. The glass case had lasers and a heat sensor, neither went off, meaning they either used a mirror to block the lasers or they used that new Glass Dust to make a shield around the box. As for the box itself, it was cut using a special cutting tool, and when he reached into it, he must have used Ice Dust to lower his body heat enough to keep the heat around the box stable, or else the alarm would have gone off." he said.

"You figured out all of that from the information that they placed on television?" she asked, looking at him curiously.

"It's quite simple when you sit down and think about it. I didn't see anything up close, just some pictures that were taken from the scene of the crime, but I figured all of that out easily." he said with a shrug. He looked back at the Hot dog vendor who finished preparing the young woman's hot dog.

"That was all without a single drop of Mountain Crisp." he said firmly. The vendor sighed.

"For the last time kid, I am not taking back that half eaten hot dog for a Mountain Crisp, either you pay it or you walk." he said.

"I got it, give him the soda...he deserves it for being able to figure out something so intricately planned." she said. The teen's eye opened wide. He hugged the girl tightly, almost breaking her back.

"Yes. Thank you so much Miss Moatzagoatl, you are the best person ever. You are truly an Angel." he said.

"Good...let...me...breathe." she wheezed, making him let go. She took a deep breath, coughing a bit.

"Jeez, that's some hug. I'll allow that this time around because you helped me out...but next time you touch me, you'll be sorry." she said, handing the vendor her credit card. He swiped it on a special machine that was attached to his scroll. A second later, he handed it to her for her to sign. She signed her full name on it and he handed her the card back, along with her hot dog and the soda bottle, which the teen quickly snagged.

"Have a nice day, and kid...honestly don't try to haggle people after you've eaten the food." the man said.

"No promises." he said, cracking the bottle open and taking a swig. He sighed, letting the heavenly drink run down his throat. Angelina skated beside him, eating her food.

"So, whats your name? I want to tell father you were able to find out more information about the case."

"Oh me? I'm Nick..its a pleasure to meet you Miss Moatzagoatl."

"Please just call me Angel." she said with a small smile. His scroll suddenly started to ring, and he drew it out of his pocket, pulling it open, he saw it was his aunt who had sent him a message.

"Sorry, I gotta go. My Aunt wants to talk to me about something...again it was nice meeting you Angel, and thanks for the Crisp. Hopefully what I said earlier helps in catching that guy." he said, walking off. He gave her a wave before crossing the street.

She frowned a bit, watching him go. That was the first time someone had talked to her like a normal person. Usually they'd talk about her giant house, or her yacht, or her plane or her museums or some thing she owned. When they talked about her, it was about how beautiful she was or how sexy she looked, never about something normal. Though jewel theft wasn't something anyone could consider normal. Perhaps this time, she'd made a true friend. She was about to cross the street when a young girl ran in front of her, almost making her fall of her board. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem, if the were human...but this girl was clearly a faunus.

She looked around twelve or thirteen, with rose pink hair, tied in a side ponytail. Most of it was curly, and she had a few bangs covering her bright blue eyes. She was wearing a light pink ruffled shirt, with a matching pleated skirt, both of which seemed a bit mattered and dirty. She had on black stockings with little X's on them, though they bore a few holes. She also wore black heeled wedges. Atop her head were two pointed cat ears, which were slightly pink to match her hair. Everything about her screamed street rat. Angelina clicked her tongue, a look of annoyance on her face.

"Jeez, watch where your going you dumb animal." she said. The girl stopped in her tracks, looking back at the older girl.

"What was that? I don't think I heard your voice. It was a bit muffled by those basketballs you call tits." the girl replied. Angelina gasped, her jaw dropping in shock from what she had just heard. She grit her teeth in anger.

"You little shit! How dare you mouth off to me?" Angel said, stepping off her bored.

"How dare you talk to me like I'm below you?" the girl retaliated.

"You are below me animal. Beings like you shouldn't exist in this world. You're thieves, degenerates and vagrants. Look at you, bet you live in the slums of the city."

"I do, because my parents are fucking dead. I have nothing but the clothes on my back and whatever chicken change I can find on the ground, but you know what? Even doing that means I'm living a better life than you. While you live in your mansion with butlers, we have to fight to survive. You don't know anything unless you've lived in the sewers your entire life." the girl replied.

"You deserve to live in the sewers, that's where you things belong, underground where you can't show your mugs to the human society." she shouted, the wind picked up a bit, ruffling their clothes.

"HEY!"

Angel's head snapped up, she met the eyes of a very pissed looking young man. Wearing a nice white cloak. There was a girl beside him, two round rat ears stuck out of her head. His white cloak was billowing in the wind that had suddenly picked up. The girl looked at the young man, a smile on her face.

"Big brother." she cried, jumping into his arms. He gave her a hug and kissed her forehead, allowing her to climb onto his back.

"Big brother? How can a human like you associate with those beings?" Angel asked. The boy pulled down his hood, revealing his feline ears.

"Who the hell said I was human? You know I don't kindly appreciate people like you insulting my little sister."

"Tch...whatever. Now that you are here, you can take her back to the kennel where you belong."

"First off, shut the fuck up. You have no right talking to my us like that, second don't you dare come onto my turf and tell me who I can associate with. Faunus are people too and we have rights, I won't tolerate people like you badmouthing us." he said angrily. A few people had gathered around them, wondering what was going on. Angelina chuckled, shifting her weight on her right leg, hand on her shotgun's stock.

"I'm just stating my opinion."

"Well write it down and shove it in your ass, because no one wants to hear it. It's bad enough that we don't have a place to call home, we don't need a spoiled rich brat insulting us." he said.

"It isn't my fault you don't have a home. You should be grateful that the Humans gave you Menagerie. Why don't you and your stray cats go live there? You're poisoning our air supply with your stench." she said, a smirk on her face. A gunshot echoed through the plaza, startling her a bit. She felt something stinging her face, her hand reaching up to her cheek, feeling the cut her aura was sealing up. The boy was standing firm, handgun poised to shoot.

"Say another word and I swear the next one is going in your face." he said. Angelina chuckled, the air around her becoming still. She drew her shotgun from her hip, reaching inside her fanny pack for some shells.

"So...I see the kitty cat wants to die today. You know, one of your kind stole something precious from our museum. I think I'm going to enjoy getting some retribution."

"Sora! Let's walk away, you don't want to do this here."

The boy glanced over his shoulder, meeting eyes with his friend Argo. Lumina was with her, standing behind her. He gave her a smirk, reaching for his second pistol.

"Sorry Argo, I kinda do want to do this. This bitch needs a reality check, and I happen to be the one to give it to her." he said. He heard the action of the girl's gun, making him face her.

"Alright then, come at me." Angelina said, giving the boy a confident smirk. His arms snapped up, fingers rapidly slamming the triggers down. The white haired girl held her hand up, using her semblance to change the trajectory of his bullets.

"You'll have to do better than that, animal!" she spat. Sora snapped his fingers causing the bullets to burst. With a wave of his hand, several water spears flew at Angelina, who was taken aback in surprise. She jumped back, avoiding all of the spears.

She held her gun up, returning fire. Sora dodged it with ease, running straight at her. He spun his handguns around his fingers, snapping them together. The barrels extended downward, the handles of the guns becoming the guard of a sword. Thin blades came from the rails, joining together to become a long sword. A swirling funnel of water formed around the blade, as he swung at the girl. She held her gun up, blocking the strike. She growled a bit, as she held her ground. Sora gave her a wink, his entire form bursting into a puddle of water.

"What the fuck?" she cried. She felt the air behind her shift and quickly turned around, avoiding a sword slash from the boy. She spun her weapon around, shifting it into its Katana mode. She took a swing at the boy, clashing swords with him. She pushed him back with ease, slamming her palm into his chest, channeling the wind around it and pushing him back.

"Not so tough now eh? Little punk." she spat, a boastful look on her face. Sora looked up, giving her a smirk, only for his body to once again burst into water.

"You know, I dunno why I bother going all out with you." the boy said, arms crossed as he walked behind the girl. Angelina turned around, angling her blade as she took her fighting stance. She noticed the boy had put away his sword, noticing his guns at his hips.

"Draw your weapon! I'm not through with you!"

"Eh...I don't feel like it. Come at me princess, I don't wanna waste the bullets." he said smugly, earning a shout from the girl. She shortened the distance, taking a slash at the boy, the sword passing right through his body. Sora pulled his fist back, driving it into Angelina's chin sending her flying into the air.

He used his Semblance to form a whip of water around her body, pulling her down into the ground will all of his strength. She cried in pain, but quickly got up, in time to block one of his hits with her sword. He ducked and weaved, avoiding each of her slashes. He threw a punch to her face, stunning her long enough for him to follow up with a second hit. A smirk appeared on his face as he kneed Angelina in the gut, making her lose the air in her lungs. He grabbed a hold of her arm flipping her onto her back. Everyone around them cringed, feeling bad for the young woman who lay stunned on the ground.

"You aren't in tune with your Semblance are you? I can tell you can shift the Wind, perhaps even control it entirely. You have a lot to learn if you think you can go up against me." Sora said smugly, turning away from her. He rose his hood over his head, walking toward Argo and his sister. He heard a snicker behind him, causing him to stop. Angelina had managed to stand up, using her sword to climb to her feet.

"You're wrong. I may not be able to control my semblance, but I'm a good fighter. I'll prove you wrong, swine! I will not be defeated by a Faunus!" she cried out.

She snapped her fingers, shifting the air currents around her. Several windows exploded from the change in pressure. She shifted Angelic Symphony into her Shotgun form, the wind singing loudly as she did. Sora stood his ground, his cloak billowing in the wind as he prepared for her attack. She fired a single round into the air, forming a large funnel of green wind before her, directing at the boy.

He smirk, drawing his pistols, shooting several water bullets into the funnel, using his Semblance to break it apart. He shifted his aim, flicking the select fire switch to full auto, holding the triggers down. Angelina fired another round, snapping her fingers, creating a sandstorm before the boy. Sora frowned, his guns clicking empty. He had misjudged the Moatzagoatl Heiress, and now he had run out of ammo. He shifted Mysterious Abyss into its sword form, glancing around.

He turned to the right, several shotgun blasts filling the plaza. The loudness of the blasts stunned him, each one striking his body. He tried and failed to shift into his water form, the loud whistling in his ears making it harder for him to focus. Angelina appeared before the boy, making him go wide eyed as she delivered two quick slashes to his chest, using the recoil of her gun to give it some extra strength. She pulled her sword behind her back, ejecting a round and pulling the trigger, the recoil of her weapon with the added wind made it look like it had shot to sonic speed. A loud clang echoed loudly, as Sora rose his gun to block the attack. He cringed a bit, feeling the vibrations going through his arms.

"I gotta admit...I misjudged you. You're actually giving me a challenge." he said.

"Heh...it's nice to know that I can hold my own against a lowly degenerate like you. Maybe if you go down fast, I'll let you become my servant, how does that sound?"

"You are such an unbearable asshole." Sora said with a sigh, pushing the girl back. He swung his sword, delivering a slash across her chest. Before she could recover, he sent several water bubbles at her, each of them popping rather roughly against her body. The girl swung her sword, sending a blast of sky blue aura outward, which Sora barely avoided. She panted a bit, feeling a bit tired.

"It's been awhile since I've felt this drained. My aura won't last much longer. I gotta stomp this ass into the ground!" she thought, a small smile on her face. Her eyes widened a bit.

"I'm smiling...why? Am I actually having fun?"

"Well...you've made me use every bullet in my guns. Not to mention my aura took a nice dip. Looks like I actually get to finish you out in style!" Sora said, a grin on his face as he reached behind his back. Angelina noticed him grabbing onto something, what looked like a pole-arm. He started drawing what looked like a weapon from within, only for him to stop. He smirked, shoving it back into his holster.

"Ah...well, looks like we're out of time. However, I will say this...if you come around here again, I will end you. Come on you two, let's get out of here." Sora said, grabbing a hold of Lumina and Argo's hands. Lumina gave Angelina a smirk, blowing a raspberry at her before her body glowed, the three blinking out of existence.

"What the? Hey come back here, you coward!"

"Angelina Odette Moatzagoatl, what the hell are you doing?"

The girl stiffened a bit, as she slowly turned her head. Standing behind her was her father, along with Professor Ozpin. She turned to face him, hiding her katana behind her back, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Um...hi daddy."

"Don't you just hi daddy me. Do you know what it's like to get a call from the local police, telling you that your daughter is fighting someone in town? Not only that, you blew all of these windows out...again!"

"Okay, before you keep yelling at me, I must say...I was minding my own business." she replied.

"No...I don't want to hear it. I was going to allow you to choose what you wanted to do. But now whatever choice you could have given us, has been revoked. Professor Ozpin, I'll put my daughter into your hands. I've had Freesia pack her things, and I shall be bringing them personally to Beacon Academy." Carter said.

"Now Carter, I believe we should at least let her spend tonight with her family. I can send for transport in tomorrow." the man said.

"I suppose you're right. No later than 7:00AM tomorrow, I've got a lot of paperwork to sign and several windows to replace. Angelina, give Ozpin your weapon. He will keep it until you arrive in Beacon Academy."

"But...but Daddy!"

"Now, Angelina." Carter cried firmly. The girl sighed, shakily handing the man her shotgun.

"I hate you. I wish mom was alive, she would understand me." she said angrily. She looked around for her skateboard, finding it nearby. She ran off, tears soaking her eyes as she skated away.

"Perhaps you were a bit too rough on her Carter." Ozpin said, causing the man to frown.

"I know...but I can't very well let her run around with that in her possession. I know where she's going anyway, there's an ice cream parlor around her. It was Odette's favorite place to go, I'll go speak with her."

"Allow me...I believe this is something I can fix. But you owe me one, old friend." the Professor said, earning a nod from the man.

"Yeah yeah, I'll sponsor the academy while my daughter attends it. Maybe even afterwards too." the man said.

xxx

"Stupid Faunus. Stupid water control semblance, he has to be that elemental Ozpin spoke about. I'm gonna break his face the next time I see him." Angelina grumbled, shoveling a spoonful of Mint Chocolate Chip into her mouth. She sat in a booth at the farthest corner of the Ice Cream Parlor. She had eaten four cups of ice cream by now, and still hadn't sated her anger.

A little bell chimed through the parlor, but she didn't pay it any mind. She sighed in annoyance, scraping the last of her fifth cup. She sat back, wiping her lips as she buried her face in her hands. She remembered the scroll Ozpin had given her. She drew it from her pocket, and opened it, seeing the files of her mother. She tapped on the first one, seeing a picture of her mother, the year she had given birth to her first child, her older brother Zheltyy. Her older brother Thantos was looking at the baby boy. He wasn't her true brother, as he was the son of another marriage, but she still loved him dearly. She smiled a bit, seeing the brightness in her mother's eyes.

"I see you've finally decided to take a look."

"Oh...hello Professor." Angelina said, sounding dejected as she looked down. Professor Ozpin sat across her, resting his cane on the table top, though it was retracted.

"You know, you're mother was just like you. She was a spry young woman, who loved to dance more than anything. She believed she had what it took to become a Huntress. She fought like you do, wildly and erratically. But she also smiled on the battlefield. She wielded a weapon similar to this one, actually." he said, placing Angelic Symphony on the table.

"That's because I modeled my weapon after hers. She decided after graduation that she wanted to be a ballet dancer instead. So she put away her weapon and took up dance. That however didn't mean she didn't fight on occasion. Despite being a dancer she could still kick someone's teeth in. Dad told me she did that to someone trying to hit on him once." she said, giggling slightly at the thought.

"Yes, I was there that day. Did your father tell you she was pregnant with your brother at the time? I've never seen a woman move so fast in my life. Of course, she used her semblance for that. During that fight you had with young Sora, I saw you do it. Use your semblance to move like the wind. But you also stopped using it at certain intervals...why is that?"

"I'm scared...scared of hurting people around me. Not to mention that stupid faunus was annoying me...I couldn't focus."

"Hmm...that isn't true. You act like you detest the faunus, but I can see that isn't the truth. You've had a traumatic experience with someone...but I'm not here to ask you about that. I'm here to extend that offer to you, once more. Come to my school...allow us to train you...so that you can become a huntress. So that you can learn to use your semblance without fear." he said. Angelina sighed, her eyes resting on her weapon. She wrapped her hand around it, looking it over.

"Fine...I'll go. But you have to let me fight that Sora guy again."

"When you get a little better, I'll allow Miss Goodwitch to put you together. The second semester starts in a few days. You'll be transferring in and your team has already been decided. So make sure your weapon is primed and ready, you'll be going on a mission the moment you meet your Teammates." Ozpin said. She nodded, glancing at her reflection on the blade of her weapon.

"Just as long as I'm put on a team without any Faunus...I'll be fine."

"About that...you're Teammates are the ones I mentioned back in your home. Sora Loire, Whitney Azar and Nicholas Aarde. You've already met Sora." he said. Angelina clenched her jaw, the glass around her cracking from the air pressure.

"I see...well looks like I'm going to need more than my usual supply of dust. Excuse me Professor, but I need to stock up." she said, rapidly standing up. She placed several bills on the table top, placing her weapon at her waste, leaving the restaurant. The windows blew out a moment later, filling the parlor with the sounds of shattering glass and the scream of a teenage girl. Ozpin sighed, taking a sip from his mug.

"I have my work cut out for me."