Dark Rose
Chapter 2: It's Go Time
Gods, how long did I sleep? Jett opened his eyes to the light pouring in through the big pane windows that overlooked the courtyard. And he was the only one in the room! "Oh, shit! Where is everyone!?" He fished his Scroll out of his pocket, and checked the time. "8AM?" The intiation is at 9!" Jett frantically searched through his Scroll for the location of the locker rooms. "Ah, there it is!" He raced out of the doors, and down the halls.
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8:15AM "Made it!" he exclaimed. Jett shoved the doors open, to find a group of suprised teens. "This is the right locker room, right?" Jett asked, slightly confused at their expressions. "Yeah, but where have you been? Wake-up was at 7:30AM." One of them answered. "Sleep well?" Eccon asked, who just appeared at my side. Jett jumped, and bumped into a someone behind him. "YOU!" a voice screamed. He whipped around and found him face-to-face with the girl who punched him halfway to Mistral. "Ice Queen!" he exclaimed. "That's Weiss' nickname!" a voice rang out. "HEY!" Miranda rolled up her sleeve, and grabbed Jett by the collar of his shirt, lifting him into the air. "Hey! It was an accident!" he stated. Jett realized that she was not listening, as the fire burning in her eyes bore into Jett.
"Apoligize. Now." she demanded. Jett smirked. "And if I don't?" Her grip on his collar tightened. "Then I break every one of your bones." Jett acted like he thought about it for a minute, then shook his head with a smile. "No way." Miranda's eyes widened, and she cocked her fist back. I guess I have to do this now... He thought. Jett closed his eyes, and time slowed down. He focused intently, and time came to a crawl, before coming to a stop. He removed Miranda's hand from his shirt, and dropped. "Just for good measure.." Jett grabbed her by the arm, temporaily moving her into his timestream, and repositioned her with her arm wrenched behind her back. "Good.." he muttered. Jett closed his eyes, and let go of the power he had been holding, resuming time to normal.
"How did you-" Miranda started. "Move you?" Jett finished, a smirk forming on his face. "That's my Semblance: Time Warp." He released her from the arm lock he put her in. "I didn't want to show it until the initiation, but you had threatened me." He stated. Jett cockily walked around Miranda while she stood there in a mixure of shock and anger. "You know, didn't Goodwitch tell you not to do something like this again? Would be a shame if someone were to let her know about this. Especially right before the test." She untensed herself, and sighed. "What. Do. You. Want?" she asked calmly. Jett spun on his heel, and started walking towards her. "Simple. Stop treating me like an enemy!" he said, becoming visibly irritated. "I made a mistake and knocked over your stuff. Get over it!" He threw up his hands. "Things happen-accidents happen! You put your anger in check, and I think that you'll make a great teammate." Jett looked up, and saw that Miranda had sat down on a bench and dropped her head. "Fine. I apoligize, I'm sorry." she said, emotionless. Jett felt a hand on his shoulder. "C'mon, you better get cleaned up for the test." Eccon reminded. Jett grunted and headed for the showers.
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Now with all that drama out of the way, Jett could focus on what he was good at: Killing Grimm. Goodwitch had slipped him the number for his rocket-propelled locker the night before while he was asleep. Apparently the students were supposed to get the number through their Scrolls? Doesn't matter. He reached his locker, and entered the code he was given. It opened with a beep. His jacket and his sword-revolvers were hung up neatly in the back. Two transforming gun-swords, that he aptly named, "Ebony & Ivory". He grabbed them, stashing them in gun form in his holsters on his waist. He grabbed his jacket, and closed the locker. "Ready to go?" Eccon asked. Jett looked at him. He was wearing a light green hoodie, with the hood pulled up part of the way, so as not to bother his antlers. He had what looked like a large pole on his back, attached to a base of some kind. "What is that on your back?" Jett asked, cocking his head to the side. Eccon suddenly looked embarassed. "This!? Oh, it's nothing much. Just a polearm." he answered nervously. Jett gave a look, but dropped it. "Let's get to the cliff." he said. The boys filed into a group heading for the school doors, and disappeared into the crowd.