'Words'- thoughts
"Words"- talking
Some more words- still part of the story
More words- not part of the story
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When they got to their room, Cardin decided to break the ice.
"So, how strong are you two?"
"Why don't you fix your eyesight before you ask how strong someone is."
Startling everyone, Jade popped up from somewhere?
"Okay, don't do that. Nearly gave me a heart attack."
Unanimously, Cardin and Jade reflexively responded with
"Shut up Thrush/Russel"
All the while Beryl had stayed silent and payed more attention to her now.
'It's highly likely that she has an illusion type semblance.'
"You didn't answer my question, leader."
"I don't know about Beryl, but I could be considered strong."
"How about you Beryl, how strong are you?"
"I'm nothing special."
At this admission, Cardin grimaced.
"Well that sucks. We got two good people and two weak ones."
During their conversation they had reached their dorm which was conveniently located near the roof.
When we got settled in and all of our stuff inside the room, Jade turned to the guys, namely Cardin and spoke.
"So, since I'm a girl, and you're all guys, I want to set ground rules."
"Alright?.."
"I want first turn for the bathrooms in the morning and afternoon."
"Understandable."
"I want one half of the room."
"How are we going to fit three beds on one side!?"
"That's your problem."
At his predicament, Beryl spoke.
"Cardin."
"What."
"We could stack the beds in the corner."
"No, that's a stup— wait no that's a good idea. Sorry, just used to talking to Russel."
When they finished lifting and placing the beds and decided which was theirs, Jade spoke once again.
"So, guys, what's your shtick?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you do? Er- like, how do you fight?"
"Well, I normally hit things with my mace really hard."
"How about you Thrush?"
Brandishing his two knives
"I stab things with my knives."
"...right, and you, Beryl."
"Well, I got a gun. That's about it." Que dubious look from recipient
"That's all you can do?"
"I think so."
"Well my semblance allows me to be ignored, well, something like that, and my axes turn into a shotgun. Anyways, we should get to sleep, classes start at nine. Only an idiot would be unprepared for the first day of school."
One night later
The internal clock inside of Beryl woke him up at five. Seeing his team mates asleep Beryl got dressed as quietly as he could and decided to go exploring Beacon to find and map where everything was. By the time he was done, he had found cafeteria, gym, and his classes. Hearing the clacking of familiar shoes, Beryl turned to face an approaching Ozpin.
"You're up quite early."
"Can't be too prepared."
Somehow Ozpin had changed the atmosphere in the hall from inquisitive to pleased at the bland answer.
"Indeed."
"Well, I should really head back-"
"Why did you decide to become a Hunter?"
"Uh. Well, the opportunity was right there, and I said to myself "Why not?"
"I see."
The tone quickly changed again to blank. Beryl, seeing nothing more to contribute, left Ozpin to join his team.
As soon as he entered the door he was greeted with a question from Jade
"Where were you?"
"I was out exploring Beacon."
"And you didn't wake us up to tell us where you were going?"
"I didn't want to be rude."
"Whatever, are you ready?"
"Yes, I am."
"Good, now let's get going."
However, no amount of excitement or anxiety, could keep them awake during Professor Port's lecture on himself. It was only thanks to the bell that the four had managed to wake to get to next class.
Their next class was Oobleck (sorry, what was that? Doctor?), Doctor Oobleck. He has almost completely the opposite, blurring from position to position almost giving the impression of after images. He was like Ozpin on a sugar rush and had green hair.
Getting to their last class, with Professor Goodwitch was a life saver, as many of the other students were eager to release their frustrations through combat. Unfortunately Beryl was not one of them. On the same stroke of bad luck, Glynda had called him down to fight.
"Would Beryl Lgneio and Jaune Arc please come down?"
Even worse, he was fighting the weakest person here. In a last ditch effort, he pleaded to forfeit.
"Ma'am, am I eligible forfeit the match?"
"No."
"You may both get your weapons and return here in ten minutes."
Ten minutes later and both fighters stood in the ring, armed.
"You may begin."
Beryl immediately raised his gun and fired a couple shots, two of which his shield and the other had barely dented his aura.
Seeing no other option than to charge and attempt melee combat, Jaune did so. Unfortunately, Beryl avoided melee like the Devil was at his heels. This went on for a solid five minutes and Beryl saw no easy way out. Jaune still had 95% of his aura left, Beryl reasoned that was durable enough to withstand an attack. This time when Jaune charged, it had different results.
From Audience's perspective
Jaune had charged at the resigned look of Beryl and swiped his sword at his location but it had went through him, looking at his sword in confusion. The rest of them saw Beryl almost teleport and shoot Jaune in the back. Jaune went flying out of the ring with the telltale signs of his aura breaking immediately from the bullet. He slammed face first into the wall without too much injuries, thankfully.
Beryl holstered his gun and walked over to Jaune to help him up.
"Are you fine?"
"Yea, just feel like I've been ran over by at least ten cars though."
"I just got a lucky shot off on you..."
"I really need to get a gun."
To Beryl
Realizing that this would be going no where, Beryl was thinking of a way to fool everyone for the last three minutes.
Upon reaching an answer, Beryl looked resigned. Jaune had taken that as an invitation to charge him.
Using his natural speed, he circled Jaune and about ten feet away, he fired his gun.
Now becoming serious, he caught the bullet and lightly tapped Jaune at the point where the bullet would have impacted and ran back to where he was standing really fast to make it look like he hadn't moved.
Wincing at the sound of shattering aura and hitting the wall, he went to go help Jaune up.
"Students, as you can see, Mr. Arc's aura has now depleted. In a tournament style duel, this would indicate that Jaune is no longer fit for battle, and that the official can call the match."
"Mr. Arc I know it has only been a day, but please try to refer to your scroll when gauging your aura. It will help you decide when it is more appropriate to attack or move to a more ...defensive strategy. We wouldn't want you to be gobbled up by a Beowulf, now would we?"
As soon as they walked back to the seats they were both bombarded by questions.
"How'd you do that?"
"Are you alright, Jaune?"
"Was that Dust?"
"I thought you said you were weak!"
Adjusting his sunglasses in an anxious manner, he responded.
"It was just a lucky shot, had Jaune been able to use his shield, I'm sure nothing would have happened."
The looks he received were very doubtful, to say the least.
Suddenly Ruby latched on to his shirt and pleaded to see his gun. He acquiesced quickly, not wanting her to rip his shirt.
After a thorough inspection, she found it was just a regular gun with no dust features. Although she kept that to herself.
Just as she returned the weapon, the bell ended indicating the end of the day.
As suddenly as Ruby, Cardin hefted his arm over Beryl's shoulder.
"Great job, I thought you were the weak link, but apparently it's still Russel."
"Hey!"
"It was only a lucky shot.. I'm kind of exhausted though."
The conversations and questions really died at that point.
Hopping into his designated bunk, the middle one, he fell asleep uneasily.
AN:
Big hint given in this chapter, probably the biggest that will ever be given.
Now if someone would actually make a guess, they might come close...
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