"But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... darkness will return."
The morning sun shun through the blinds of their room. The slices of sunshine sliced Blair's and Yin's beds between the darkness. The only light being the slivers of the sun that squeezed through the blinds.
It's only been a day since team RWBY had become...well a team.
With Ruben as the team leader, Yin, Blair, and Winter were ready to face the school year without fear. Without worry.
To pass their classes, to advance their training and their skills.
However, morning proved that even if this fearlessness only lasted one day, it already proved to be challenging.
Winter peeked open his eye, the sun blinding him for a moment. He shut his eyes once more, groaning softly to himself. He rolled over, turning away from the sunlight. He stretched his arms, yawning a bit. He felt his arms cracked, sending shocks down his back.
"Come on..." Winter whispered to himself, before another yawn escaped his lips. He patted his cheeks, his freshly shaven and baby smooth cheeks at that."Get up Win."
He pressed his hand against his jaw, pushing his neck until he heard a satisfying crack. He felt his spine tingle, as he threw his legs over the side of his bed.
He looked to his right, looking enough over his shoulder and seeing Blair laying on his stomach, face down against the pillow with a black wool beanie over his head. The same black wool beanie. He looked in front of him, seeing Yin in an odd position.
His head was dangling off the bed, his leg up and leaning into the corner of the room. His covers were thrown off and barely covering him, pooling around the bed in a swirl of red and white. He looked to the bed right across from his, Ruben not in his bed as he was last night.
"Where's..." Winter started, raising his brow. He looked down at Ruben's and his own desktop between the beds, a little post-it note on top of a black binder. The little yellow note was turned to Winter's side of the desk, as if it was written just for him. Winter grabbed it, taking the note off of the binder and reading it.
Went into town to quickly get some parts. The Scythes aren't going to make it if I try to undo what I did. If I'm not back at 8:30, just go to class. I'll be there shortly. -R
"Say what you will..." Winter said, laying the note on the desktop. He recalled the tears in Ruben's eyes the very moment he couldn't undo the latches holding the sister pair of blades to the weapon.
Then when screws started falling out of the trigger guard and the trigger was busted.
"He's at least a tad bit responsible." Winter concluded, fighting to hold back a curl in his lips. Letting another yawn out, he rolled his head around his shoulders as he forced himself awake.
Winter opened the binder, reading over what he assumed was the schedule Ruben worked out before he left.
As soon as you wake up, and to either Blair or Winter, who ever wakes up first, wake Yin up. He'll sleep all day if you don't. Go ahead and divide up the room if you'd like. I don't care where I am put, just give me enough room for a workbench and a mat to sleep on if you have to. Get everyone ready for class, which starts at 9. I'll be with you all shortly.
"Yin?" Winter said, looking up from the binder. Winter wondered if what he said about Yin was true. Wanting to try to test this theory, he decided to see how long it would take to wake up the man.
Winter walked over to Yin's bed, leaning over him. His gentle snores almost annoying Winter.
"Yin." Was said in a whisper. No response.
"Yin!" Was in a shout, inches from his ear. Still no response.
Ruben was right. Winter grabbed a tuff of Yin's hair and began slowly pulling up.
Yin's hair moved until his head lifted up off the bed. Yin's eyes shot open, realizing his hair was being pulled on.
"Ruben!" Yin shouted, grabbed Winter's wrist and groaning. He tried to shake his head free of the hold. "That really, really hurts! Stop it! Remember? Hair's off limits!"
"You wish it was Ruben." Winter said, letting go of Yin's hair. Yin's head fell back off the bed, bringing his body down with him to the floor. He landed on his neck, his legs out and his eyes open. Yin's thoughts transitioned to the fact he has fallen onto the floor.
He blinked, wondering what he was doing on the floor. He looked up at Winter, smirking softly to himself. He pointed at Winter, waving his finger.
"Morning, good buddy." He said, chuckling softly. He placed his hands on both sides of his head, pressing his hands flat against the floor. He pushed, springing himself up and onto his feet.
He stuck the landing, easing himself onto his heels and stretching out his arms. He looked over at Winter, smiling with vigor and excitement. "Blair up yet?"
"Yes." Blair answered, finishing wrapping his scarf around his face once more and adjusting his hood. He sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands together. "I'm up."
"It's a bit warm for a hood." Yin noted, pointing his finger at Blair. He looked out the window, the morning sun was warming up and showed no sign of cooling. Blair's eyes fell onto Yin's finger, half a mind to take it and snap it in half. The other half thinking about what was for breakfast today.
"I'm always cold." He simply answered, before taking off and walking towards the door. Yin watched him, waving his finger slowly.
"Yeah..." Yin smirked, narrowing his right eye. He nodded, chuckling a bit. He brushed elbows with Winter, tongue in cheek. "Cold. Surrrrre it is. It's definitely cold. Cold. Cold. Cold."
"Where are you going?" Winter asked, holding up the binder. He gave it a little shake as he opened it. Reading over what they had to do next. "We have to unpack, and get things arranged and whatnot. Plus we have class at-"
"I'm getting some breakfast." Blair interrupted, shutting the door behind him. Winter and Yin stood in the middle of the room, one in a white shirt and slacks and the other in only a pair of shorts. Yin looked over at Winter, nodding softly to himself.
"Well," He started, patting Winter's shoulder. Yin let out a sigh, turning to him. Yin flashed him a smile, eyes shut and thumb up. "Shall we begin?"
"I suppose." Winter shrugged, listening to the morning birds chirping as he reached for his unpacked luggage.
"Monsters! Deeeemons... Prowlers of the night! Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey! Ha-ha!" Professor Port said, standing before a bulletin board with sketches of various Grimm and monsters. He moved his hands over his lesson plan for the year, to specifically study and perhaps fight some of the most common, yet still dangerous, Grimm.
The image of the Deathstalker and the Beowolves the most focused on by team RWBY.
Though, 'focused' was exactly the most accurate word.
Not that the entirety of team RWBY was paying actual attention to the lesson. Well, par one.
Yin was drawing pictures of some comic he was reading, the little red devil holding a coffee mug. Yin snickered, holding a fist over his mouth.
"He's going to need to keep an eye on that nurse..."
Blair, on the other hand, was reading one of his many light novels. The story of the demon and the priestess enchanting him. He flipped the page, drowning out Yin's snickers, Winter's writing, and Port's lesson to find out if they ever find out the exact nature of the Priestess' powers.
Winter was jotting down notes, listening and reading snippets off of the boards. He cross referenced the Deathstalker with the one they fought in the forest while making a little note of it's natural weak points and advantages.
Ruben, on the other hand, was bored out of his mind. His cheek resting on his closed fist, eyes half open. He spent all this morning looking for replacement parts for his Scythes, and only could find a new type of trigger and magazine type in the little time he had. Not the metals he used to forge his babies.
The steel would not be easy to come by. Especially if he wasn't in the same city.
He let out a yawn, feeling his tie constrict against his throat. His eyes shot open, feeling as if someone was trying to strangle him.
"This is pointless." Ruben remarked, tugging on the tie around his neck. He groaned, trying to pull it off. He felt suffocated, entrapped. "I can hardly breathe..."
"This is important." Winter whispered back, his pen tapping on the binder. He read over the history of Beowolves on the board beside the professor. "All this is vital to our training." Ruben rolled his eyes, smirking to himself.
"Yeah," He whispered, glancing at Winter out of the corner of his eye. He tapped his knuckles onto the table, letting out a soft whistle. "I need to know this old man's story about how he captured one teeny tiny Grimm."
"It was a very powerful Grimm. A Beowolf in fact." Winter stated, his hand curling into a tight fist. Professor Port's stories were one's Winter grew up hearing.
Yes. It was simple Beowolf he caught. When he was a teenager. With his hands.
Before he became an actual Huntsman.
Winter narrowed his eyes, turning his full attention to Ruben. Who was ignoring everything he said. "He's a hero."
"If one Beowolf makes you a hero," Ruben started, nodding his head softly. "Then that must make me a God considering the body count I have." Winter listened to Ruben's words, feeling his eye twitching and his patience wearing thin.
Who was he to talk so ill of one of his many idols? Who was Ruben to say he was a God for the number of Grimm he has killed?
"So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?" The professor asked, his hand moving over the cage beside him. The red eyes shined in the darkness of the cage. The class 'ohh'ed and 'ahhh'ed as their eyes laid upon the cage.
"That's a joke." Ruben started, raising his hand.
He was itching for a fight. Especially since his scythe was barely functioning. And put together.
"I'll kill it with just the blade. Don't need to waste precious ammo." Winter shook his head, raising his hand higher. "One baby grimm? Not a big deal at all."
"You're a joke." Winter retorted with a hint of venom, shaking his head. He would show him. Winter would show Ruben just how out of his league he really is. "You will not treat this class like a joke! I do, sir!"
"Well then, let's find out." Professor Port said, smiling. He moves his hand to the cage, running his hand over the bars. The beast within letting out a vicious growl. "Step forward, and face your opponent!"
Winter stared into the darkness of the cage, staring into the red that shone brightly and wanting to destroy it.
Wanting to beat the red.
Wanting to humiliate the red.
Wanting to leave the red dumbstruck when he comes out of this a better Huntsman.