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The airship approached the towering academy as the students rushed to the windows for the best view. Among those were a splash of colors, hunters of tomorrow, accepted students of Beacon showing off their respective flair. Splashes of yellow, green, and white could be seen brushing through the crowd. Not among them was a student sitting in his seat peacefully.
The boy had medium length, neat royal blue hair, his bangs long enough to cover his eyes, making it virtually impossible to see. The airship took it's spot at the landing zone, the students flooding out, eager to make new memories on their path to becoming heroes. The boy however slowly stood up and his hands felt for his weapon beside him, finding a comfortable grip on the hilt. Just as slow as his other actions, he lifted the weapon above his head before sliding it into place on his back securely.
As the boy stepped into the sun, his hair shone a staggering light blue, seeming to change shades as he walked, never staying the same for more than a few seconds. The lighter tones appeared healthy before his fair skin and average height, nothing was notable about this boy, but he held an air that demanded respect from the other students. They all took a step out of his way, perhaps unknowingly, as he hummed a soft song, making a straight line forward.
The boy seemed unaware, naive and bordering the edge of being lost completely. He found himself bumping into the back of another student, staring slightly over him as he collected himself. The student turned slowly to look at the blue-haired boy, his white spiky hair softly floating in the breeze, showing a handsome face with sharper features. The student had to look down at his clueless classmate, who seemed to be slow in recollecting himself.
The student quickly analyzed the kid near instantaneously.
Lots of blue.
A black dress shirt, blue vest, white tie tucked in. Black coat with thin coattails falling to behind his knees. The coat seemed much more informal than the rest of his outfit, having a silver zipper and a gold button holding down the high collar. Black fitting pants, black and blue boots that seemed fit to move in. The boy was regal, but not unprepared.
Lastly, the weapon he carried. A long handle was visible coming over the boy's shoulder. Behind him was a gigantic scabbard, the width matching the boy's shoulder width and the blade just long enough to not drag along the floor. A greatsword of unrealistic proportions, unusable in real combat, surely.
Being taller than the clumsy kid, he grabbed the kid's shoulders to straighten him. "Are you alright?" The student asked.
"Oh! There you are! Sorry. My name's Viorel, nice to meet you!" The boy responded, now facing the taller student.
"Sno, likewise. Just try to keep an eye on where you're going." He laughed slightly to himself brushing down his white vest and black sleeveless shirt, which left his arms exposed. Brown cargo pants and black boots, looking at his own attire made him feel underdressed compared to his blue counterpart.
"If you don't mind, would you lead me to the lobby." Viorel continued.
"Uh sure. Just follow along, I guess. Should be a pretty straight shot from here." Sno started off towards the hall they informed to meet in, the pair of boots tapping behind him shortly after reminded him of the boy following.
Night, ballroom
Despite the looming pressure of the initiation that was to take place the morning after their first stay at Beacon, two girls had become fast friends. Indulging in "lightening" the mood of their peers with a bit of fun.
The two brunettes zoomed across the ballroom silently, causing mischief wherever they may please. Some mustard sprayed in a head of white hair, a sleeping bag overturned with someone inside, quiet "Hey"s and "Woah"s could be heard traveling across the room as the girls made their rounds.
The green-eyed brunette had shorter hair, sitting just at her shoulders while the other had hair that reached her chest. The shorter haired girl laid eyes on a sleepy blue-haired boy walking down the stairs into the ballroom. He carried a black sleeping bag with him and was dressed in a well fitting teeshirt and pajama pants. The two girls snickered to each other before making their way over.
The girls hid on either side of the stairway, placing a very obvious banana peel on a stair. The peel was meant as an obvious distraction before he would be hit with a banana pie. The plan did not work in their favor however, as the boy did not find the peel as obvious as they did, and preceded to fall down the remaining 14 stairs very painfully. The entire ballroom turned at the large sound of a student falling down the stairs on the first night. The two girls looked at each other guiltily before moving to help the blue haired boy up. One of them smoothly tossing away the previously stated pie.
"Crap, dammit, what kind of, where, f-"
"Um. Are, you alright?" Said the yellow eyed brunette, looking down at the boy.
"Yeah, completely fine. Thanks. Could you, ah, get my necklace? I was carrying it, but I can't find it anywhere now." He said, his hands scanning the ground around him for said necklace, "Viorel, by the way."
"Yeah sure. Fiadone's mine. Call me Fia." offered the yellow eyed brunette, quickly checking the ground for any type of necklace.
"Elena." the green-eyed girl stated before joining the two. Her eyes wandered before seeing the necklace laying right in front of the boy, just below of where his hands swept. "It's right there, Viorel. By your hand."
"Is it?" Viorel questioned, his hand wandering lower, but still missing its mark. Elena's hand reached in and grabbed the necklace for him, waving it in front of him to see. He bore no reaction.
"Uhh. Here?" She asked. Viorel's head shot up, looking straight at Elena.
"You found it?!" He thrust out his hand to get his necklace as she awkwardly plopped it in his hand.
"Are you..alright?" Fia questioned, worried now.
"Yeah. Really, the fall down the stairs was nothing. I've had worse in my day."
"But are you like, ok?" Elena followed up.
"I mean...I've got a loving mother, a steady income, I was accepted to my dream school–"
"Yeah, but–"
"Legally disabled, lonely, bad sense of style, lacking in the–"
"Wait, wait, wait. What?" Elena stopped him.
"Disabled?" Fia and Elena made wide eyes at each other that said 'We just made a disabled kid fall down the stairs'.
"Yeah, yeah. Been that way since birth, it's nothing. Thanks for the talk you two!" Viorel shot up and immediately started off again. Waving over his shoulder as he tapped away.
"Do you need help getting to your spot?" Fia offered.
"No, I'm blind. Not directionless. I'll be fine! Good luck in initiation!"
The two girls looked at each other disbelievingly. There was a pause as Fia, being the taller of the two patted Elena on the head and left in the opposite direction. That would end their night of antics as the two went their separate ways.
Morning, locker room
The students that had woken up early got the chance to the have a quick breakfast before gathering their equipment and heading the Beacon Cliffs for initiation. The students knew they were to enter the Emerald Forest for their initiation, but beyond that had no other leads. Viorel had always been a light sleeper, waking up before most, but matching the pace of many other early risers. He had made his way into the cafeteria, getting some filling breakfast before heading back to the locker room where he had left his sword. There, he rejoined the rest of the students who had come to fetch their gear.
He found a familiar locker in one of the corners of the room before typing in the memorized code. The locker popped open to reveal his weapon, which he effortlessly lifted out and placed back on his back. He turned to walk out of the locker room before being stopped by a familiar face.
"Oh, Viorel. Didn't think I'd run into you again so soon."
"Sno, oh hey!" Viorel conversed with said friend as he too equipped his weapon and armor, attaching black guards to his forearms and shins. They all had visible mechanisms to identify the moving machinery inside. "Did you hear anything about how teams are going to be formed? I'm practically jumping out of my seat to get into this initiation."
"Nothing of use, but word is that the headmaster is a bit on the off side. I wouldn't doubt that he has some type of elaborate plan for us." Sno responded.
"I ran into a couple girls yesterday night, maybe they heard something."
"Is running into people how you usually make friends?"
"No, just the most effective way. I think I hear one over there, come on!" Viorel led Sno over where he heard the voices, immediately feeling the warmth of more friendly peers. "Elena, Fia, good morning. This is Sno." Viorel introduced them. Now in brighter light and standing up, Viorel seemed taller than the two girls as well. Although his personality was more timid and played down than it seemed. Fia stood at a healthy 5'5", but Viorel still had at least 3 inches on her. Sno was even taller, at least 5 inches taller than her. Elena on the other hand was nearly dwarfed in comparison.
"Nice to meet you." Elena said to her new fellow green-eyed companion. She now wore brown shorts and a green shirt, a brown jacket that faded to white at the sleeves covered her arms. She carried a pistol openly on her left leg and brown boots completed the outfit. The pistol was versatile, obviously being able to take dust rounds as well as regular ones.
Fia was dressed in a pale yellow button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to her elbows. Brown skinny jeans fit her legs well and tucked into her brown combat boots. A thin white coat and yellow fabric laid draped over her arm leaving her weapon exposed. Seemingly a box lantern, hung at her hip with a few cuts and slants that implied the lantern might've had multiple forms.
"Did you two happen to hear anything about the initiation besides the common stuff? Want to be as prepared as possible."
"Nothing useful. We heard they had some type of launch pad they were going to send us off on. One of the professors was muttering about a 'landing' strategy."
Viorel sighed to himself, no early advantage over the other students he supposed. "Well, all out of luck then, I guess. Let's get there before someone kicks our asses, I have a weird feeling that it might happen anyways." Viorel mumbled the last part more to himself, but audibly enough for the others to understand before he made way out of the locker room towards the exit. Elena and Sno immediately took chase while Fia stumbled with her gear for a few moments before running to catch up.
The students arrived at the scene of their initiation. Before them stood two professors, a taller fiery haired woman with piercing gold eyes and sun-baked skin. She wore a simple white button-up, black blazer and skirt. She dressed the part of a secretary, but played the part of a teacher with the future of young hunters in her hands.
The other was the headmaster himself, a man who looked older than his age. Bright blonde hair that had yet to grey, wise stormy blue eyes. Only a few wrinkles were visible on his face, but otherwise he could have passed as one of the older students. The words were brief, the two merely explaining that they were already grouped into sectors. Each student would complete a personal trial before roaming the woods for the larger game along with the other students in their sector. The students in each sector were not guaranteed to be put on corresponding teams, as the trial was to observe personal strengths, weaknesses and role in a battlefield. The line of students went down far, starting on one end of the cliff to the other end where students could no longer be recognized by the teachers. More professors could be seen scattered across the line to recite the same information to the groups of students.
Sno had the girl named Elena in his sector, Viorel and Fia were not even in sight, leading him to believe they were on the complete other side of the cliff. He watched as the smaller girl readied her weapons, crouching low to prepare for the force that would send her into the Emerald Forest. He pressed his arms closer to his chest, preparing himself for his own launch, but moreso preparing for the impact that would follow. This would not be pleasant in the slightest.
Viorel once again found himself in an unfamiliar area, with many people he didn't recognize or care to remember. He knew this was his chance, his training, his dreams, her expectations. They were everything in this one moment.
Fia found herself standing only 6 spots from Viorel, but her partner in crime Elena was nowhere to be found. Sno had also seemed to disappear, leaving her with just Viorel in her sector and the challenge laid before her.
Welcome to Beacon.
I'm still going to be accepting characters until Friday of this week. Thank you to the tremendous amount of people who sent in submissions and congratulations to the people who had their characters accepted.
-DB