A Chrome Finish: Mara
The day starts as normal, a morning shower, dressing quickly, and a simple breakfast. However, today is different; today is the day I will be arriving at beacon academy, the most prestigious in all of Remnant. Needless to say, I barely slept a wink and I'm in a rush.
I arrived nearly half an hour before my airship left so I had plenty of time to kill. Since there was spare time, I ended up wandering about swinging my sash around like an interpretive dancer without all the dancing. So as it was finally time to lift off, all the nearby initiates funneled into the ship, and we took off. A short ride later, we landed on the pristine walkway leading to the academy.
The first steps out of ship were the most extraordinary, opening up to spires that reached clouds adjoined by the main building and cage-like tower. The surrounding "moat" that cut through the main campus lit by the numerous lamp posts lining the wide path. A spectacle to behold and a major feat of architecture. Though what did seem a little unusual was a small explosion around the circular plaza.
We were soon filed into the amphitheater for an introductory assembly by Headmaster Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch. I really wasn't paying attention the entire time, more just looking around at all the people gathered. My eyes passed over a scraggly head of lavender hair with blue-lens goggles settled on his face, but other than that, there was some yellow, stark white, and mostly ordinary colored heads of hair. We were directed to the campus ballroom for a sort of makeshift sleeping arrangement.
I changed into basic sleepwear, a gray tank-top and dull orange pajama pants, keeping my sash around my waist. Walking back into the ballroom was a funny sight, with nothing but rows upon rows of people and their sleeping bags huddled against each other. Scanning the room, it wasn't too hard the see that weird purple hair again; since he was the only person I even slightly recognized, I walked up to him and tried to start a conversation
"Bold statement there Purps, you kind of rock it, though," I said. He looked back at me and winked, saying "Not the only thing I'll be rocking."
I retort "you've got some gusto, but at least buy me dinner first!" as he walked off.
Other than that short conversation, the night was plain, things were quiet, and I got some sleep
The next day came, everyone got ready, and we prepared for our initiation. We reached the meet-up point without incident and were order to line up on some metal plates. I didn't quite catch the entire spiel, but I did hear Ozpin say "Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path... or you will die."
I watched as the people to the left of me were launched into the sky one by one, and when it came to me, I was ready for the adventure of a lifetime. My staff at my side I flew through the air with as much grace as an eagle without wings. The landing was quite smooth however, as the hooked blade on my staff was used to catch the trunk of a tree, spiraling down leaving thick gashes in the bark. Walking through the forest was peaceful, the sound of birds chirping, winds rustling through the leaves, and …explosions?
I turn around to see what had caused the explosion, only to be met with someone crashing into me at what felt was mach two levels of speed. I woke up a few minutes later to lock eyes with no one else but Purps, but his eyes were like a color wheel, shifting between colors quickly. "I can see it your eyes that you want to be my partner, the name's Chroma by the way." I sat up, looked at him, and said "Well, that sure was an explosive entrance, I'm Mara." We started giggling after a few seconds.
The walk towards the shrine was a lot more eventful than I thought, as Chroma and I ran into a group of two Beowolves and three Ursa. "You take the Ursa?" I say over my shoulder. He responded with "If you're sure you can handle the beowolves." I dont bother responding, but simply charge the grimm and separate my staff into a kama blade and shotgun hammer attached by chain. Spinning the hammer as I run, I bash the first beowolf on the side of the face, releasing a shotgun blast to regain momentum and swing around to the left, avoiding an overhead claw slash and moving to attack. I swing the kama blade towards the second beowolf behind me, catching it's arm in the hook and slicing it off. As I'm approached by both from behind and in front of my, I set my instruments back into its staff form; I hook the beowolf in front of me with the kama blade behind its neck and hammer at the other's back. I pull the trigger, using the momentum to decapitate one and cut the other in two at the waist.
After killing a total of 5 grimm between the both of us in under ten seconds, we awkwardly nod in each others direction and continue our trek. We had finally arrived after a short while, only to be met with a variety of chess pieces, one of which was missing. My partner Chroma has said "Oh goody. Chess pieces. That's always a fun reward for risking your life," just before I ran up shouting "I CALL THE QUEEN." I had grabbed the white queen piece and turned around to see his hair a fiery red, probably in anger, accentuated by his white coat.
After our heartfelt moment, we heard a faint scream of "SOMEONE HELP US, DAMN IT," off
in the distance. Still looking at Chroma, I say "We should probably go check that out at least," as I point in the direction of the noise. He responds with "I don't see why not. Might as well do something out here," as we walk off.
Arriving at the scene, we look in awe of what lay before us, silence broken by the utterance "That's one big fucking snake."