A/N: Hello RWBY community. This fic is a collaboration between myself and my younger brother. He doesn't have an account and wanted to write a RWBY fic, so I let him borrow mine. Please be nice as this is his first fic. And just in case there are any questions, this is a sort of AU since we know nothing of Roman's background and even if Rooster Teeth made something this would probably be far from it. We'll be updating tomorrow as well. And with that here's my disclaimer: RagingFire, my brother's penname, and ChillyIce don't own RWBY or any of the characters. We only own our own OC's and the plot. Happy Reading everyone!
"The real world is cold! The real world doesn't care about spirit! You want to be a hero? Then play the part and die like every other Huntsman in history! "
Roman Torchwick put his feet on the seat in front of him. "You really shouldn't do that," the green-haired teen said narrowing his violet eyes at the taller huntsman in training. He was sitting next to the huntsman.
"You're just jealous that you can't reach the seat," Roman replied just as quickly. The other teen huffed at the dig about his short stature. Luckily, there was a lot of conversation amongst the many new students so their conversation was mostly private.
"Remind me again why you are my friend?" the teen said exasperated running his fingers through his spikey hair. He leaned back into his seat looking up at the metal ceiling.
"I don't see many people lining up for that position. Perhaps because they can't see you so close to the ground, Alex," Roman said dramatically looking throughout the airship. The seating area was filled with students.
'Alex' crossed his arms, "Alexandrite, would it kill you to say my full name?" Alex looked annoyed at the other huntsman.
"Yes, considering how long it is I'll run out of breath," Roman replied and the two teens chuckled. They relaxed a little and looked out the window. Roman watched as the clouds floated by; the two sat in comfortable silence.
"So have you seen your parents?" Alex asked finally breaking the ice. "I know they went on a mission a couple of weeks ago." The teen looked halfway concerned on what his friend's answer would be. Roman didn't answer right away trying to find the words to say.
"Welcome to Beacon," a woman's voice said through the intercom system stopping the two teens conversation. Roman was a little grateful that he didn't have to answer his friends question. Roman turned to face the projection of the woman. She had short red hair with brown unamused eyes.
"Who's that?" Roman asked and Alex shrugged.
"My name is Cherri Woods," the woman continued; Roman went 'oh' as she answered his question. "You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy. Our world is experiencing a time of peace and as future Huntsman and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. And it is our job to give you the knowledge and the training to protect our world." With this little speech, she disappeared.
Alex turn to face Roman to find him with his green eyes closed. "Seriously and they call me lazy," Alex complained.
Roman opens his eyes to reply, "That's because you are lazy." Alex frowned and pushed the other teen off his seat. Roman tried to use Melodic Cudgel to stop his fall but failed. The cane slipped on the waxed floor. He landed face first on the floor with a thud.
"You know what they say the bigger they are the harder they fall," Alex said chipper. He crossed his arms pleased at the turn of events.
Roman groaned as he sat himself up. "Excuse me are you okay?" a soft voice asked. Roman looked up to see a girl with blue hair and eyes looking down at him. "Did you need help getting up?" She asked in a voice barely over a whisper.
"Yes, gorgeous. I'm alright," Roman said as he got to his feet, dusting imaginary dust off his white suit jacket. The bluenette blushed looking down at the floor brushing her shoes on the ground.
"Roman, leave the girl alone," Alex said getting out of his chair and pulling Roman away from the girl. "Sorry, my friend.. my friend is strange." Roman nodded in agreement with a smirk. The green-haired teen then added, "My name is Alexdrite and the fool that can't stay seated is Roman."
"Hey, I resemble that statement," Roman said in mock hurt. He put a hand on his chest and made a pained expression.
The girl giggled, "My name is Lapis. It was nice to meet you, too. But we should be exiting the airship now." She gave a little nod to the two teens before walking away. "Maybe we'll see each other later."
"You heard the little lady, Alex. We should get off this ship," Roman said. He took the lead walking down the gangplank and onto the concrete courtyard of Beacon. The orange-haired huntsman put his hands on his hips taking a deep breath.
He looked at the towering spires that reached the blue sky. "So do you know where we're supposed to go?" Alex asked the taller huntsman also admiring the scenery.
"No clue," Roman replied. "Let's just follow everyone else." He followed the paved path that the other students walked.
"Do you believe those rumors about teams?" Alex asked looking up at the streetlamps and banners.
"Maybe. Anyone you want on your team?" Roman asked.
"Not you," Alex responded just as quickly with a smirk. "Or Opal." The green-haired teen said pointing to a girl. She was on the side of the path holding up a mirror inspecting her wavy white hair. She seemed upset and her pink eyes narrowed before she slammed her mirror into her purse.
"She's not that bad," Roman said, "I mean as long as she isn't the leader." The two teens chuckled at that thought. Roman held the door to the auditorium and Alex walked into the room. The crowd already was pooling around the stage. The pair were in the back of the room looking at the lit stage.
"Can you see the stage?" Roman asked Alex. He grinned at the shorter huntsman at the insult.
"Not funny, Roman," Alex replied not amused. He refused to look at the taller huntsman.
"Maybe you can ask her to put you on her shoulders." Roman suggested pointing to a tall girl with a half-shaved head.
"Not funny, Roman," Alex repeated. Roman nudged him with his elbow, pointing with his chin. Alex shook his head 'no'. Alex sighed before stomping away from Roman and to the taller girl mentioned. Lapis, who was on the other side of the taller girl waved at Alex. The green-haired boy waved back before glaring at Roman over his shoulder.
Roman waved at his friend before leaving his friend with the two girls. He walked backwards before someone cleared their throat. He turned to face a teenage boy with grey wrappings covering the bottom of his face and the top of his head. "You need to watch where you are walking; you can bump into someone," he said calmly without any malice.
"Sorry about that. I'll be sure to use the eyes on the back of my head next time," Roman replied.
The ninja-like teen smirked, "The name's Efin Pommei."
"Roman Torchwick," he replied putting his hand out so the other teen could shake it.
A tapping on a mic drew their attention. A man in a green suit and grey hair was standing at the microphone; Roman recognized him to be Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon. "I'll keep this short. You have all come here in search of knowledge and to acquire new skills and when you finish you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you and all I see is wasted energy. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far." Ozpin stepped back from the microphone and Cherri stepped to it.
She gave a small smile to the students, "You all will be in the ballroom tonight and tomorrow your initiation begins. You may go now. I hope you enjoy your time at Beacon."
Efin had slunk away before Roman could offer to hang out with the other teen. Alex walked over to Roman. "They are not so bad," Alex said without a greeting. "Lapis introduced me to Peridot. She's a bit scary, but okay-ish."
"Look at that you're making new friends," Roman chided.
"You better line up or I'll run out of positions," Alex said in reference their previous conversation.
Roman smirked as the pair entered the ballroom. Students had already laid out their sleeping bags and some had already changed into their sleeping attire. Roman laid out his own sleeping bag and Alex did the same beside him. "So any clue on who you want on your team," Alex asked.
"No, not yet," Roman replied looking out at the group of future huntsmen and huntresses. A girl with yellow-orange hair tied into a pair of ponytails bouncing around with Opal. Opal's white hair bounced as the two girls bounded to their sleeping bags chatting away.
"Opal has always been able to make friends with anyone. I don't even think the other girl went to Signal," Alex said shaking his head. Roman thought he sounded a little envious.
"That's Opal for you," Roman said not really caring that the other girl was meeting new people. He yawned feeling suddenly tired. "I'm going to sleep." He laid himself back down and ignored any of the conversation that was going on around him.