Jaune sighed as he flopped onto his super soft bed. He lets out a silent groan as he felt his muscles relax and the familiar tingling of his Aura going to work, healing his sore muscles. He turned his head to look at the clock. 11:27 PM. In around half an hour, it would be his birthday, which would mean that he would be seventeen. He sighed as he tapped twice on his bed frame, which was made of speakers, and willed sound to pour out of them. It was a very soft dubstep tune, one of his favorite to chill to. Delta Heavy's White Flag.
He got out of bed and took off his ruined sunglasses, sighing in disappointment at the broken lens. He looked into the mirror and leaned closer. His crimson eyes were a lighter color than usual, because of him listening to the mellow tune.
Stretching a bit and removing his clothes, he looked at his chest. There, were various scars which crisscrossed up and down the canvas of flesh. He got it from numerous fights where his Aura ran out and he kept fighting. He turned around and looked at his back, seeing the same. Only, this time, was a tattoo of a large pair of wings on either side of his spine, which wrapped around his sides and ended at the edge of his ribs. The left side was the wing of an Fallen Angel, pitch black in color with white outlines for each feather. The right side was a demon's wing, leathery, bat-like with tears in between the bones.
He rolled his shoulders a bit as he stretched. Grabbing a change of clothes, he walked into the bathroom, going to shower.
When he got out of the shower, he got dressed in his comfort clothes, which were a pair of white shorts and a white shirt with his emblem on the back, the large black, stemmed eighth note. He watched as the clock counted down to midnight. When midnight struck, there was a knock on his dorm room door.
He rolled his eyes and reached into his dresser, pulling out a new pair of his sunglasses. Sighing for the umpteenth time that evening, he ran a hand through his messy hair. It was still wet from his shower as he walks to the door.
Opening it, he saw it was two adults. One male with pure white hair, and a woman with dark blonde hair in a bun. Jaune used his semblance to 'say' "Yes? Who are you?" it was the same energetic voice he used at the dance.
"Hello, Mister Arc. My name is Clark Ozpin, the Headmaster at Beacon Academy. This is the assistant Headmistress, Glynda Goodwitch. We're here to talk to you about the White Fang attack that happened earlier this evening"
After about an hour of discussing the events, Ozpin got to the point.
"Alright, Mister Arc. How would you like to join my Academy?" This shocked Jaune, who's mouth fell open. He put up a finger, thinking about it for a bit. Should he? It was always his dream. But… what about his school friends? What about his DJ career? His music?
"Rest assured, Mister Arc, that you'll be able to visit your friends in your free time. And, your career as a Disk Jockey, could still be, as it can allow you to make some extra Lien. However, if the late nights interfere with your studies, then you'll have to quit it. Understand?" asked Goodwitch.
Jaune smiled and nodded. He used his semblance to 'speak' again. "I understand perfectly. However, if they do interfere, and I have to quit, you'll have to deal with the pissed fans" he said, chuckling softly.
"We understand, Mister Arc"
"Please. Mister Arc was my father. Call me Jaune, Huntsm4n, but never call me late" he chuckles as he extends his hands. "Also, I agree"
"Perfect!" said Ozpin as the two adults shook his hands. "I assume we'll see you in two weeks?"
Again, Jaune just smiled and nodded. "Two weeks, sir" with that, the two adults left. He sighed as he closed the door. He looked at his scroll and grinned. Time to text the White Fang.