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Roman woke up late the next morning to the sound of shuffling and conversation. He opened his green eyes and sat up lowly feeling a little stiff from sleeping on the floor. He held his torso up by his hands before looking to his right. Alex laid on his side curled away from Roman snoring loudly. Roman sighed as he got to his feet slowly. He looked around to see that most of the students were already dressed in their combat gear. He hurried his pace to the restroom at one end of the ballroom, his own combat gear in hand. Luckily, Roman had learned long ago how to change quickly, so he was out of the restroom within minutes. He brushed through his hair quickly as he walked back to where Alex was still sleeping.

"Hey, lazy butt, get up," he said nudging the sleeping huntsman with his foot.

Alex groaned as he opened sleepy eyes. "What's your problem, man?" he complained closing his eyes again.

"Is that how you thank someone who just saved you form expulsion?" Roman asked. "I'll meet you at the lockers," he called out as he walked out the door that just closed after a student. He walked through the clean halls of Beacon to the locker room. Many of the students had already left, but there were a few stragglers. Roman walked to where he left his weapon yesterday. A teen with black hair covered in gray wraps was next to him.

"Ethan, right?" Roman asked as he put in the combination to his locker.

"Efin, like the word fin with an E in front," the ninja replied closing his locker with a quiet bang. He strapped a large shurikan to his back. "And you were Roman, correct?"

"That's my name," Roman said pointing to his chest. "We should be on the same team. You seem like a nice enough person."

"Perhaps, I was just going to let fate choose," Efin said, "If we are meant to be teammates, so be it." The black-haired teen tugged at his wrappings nervously. "I need to get going."

Efin turn away from Roman and walked past Opal and the bouncing girl from the day before. "You left me," Alex's loud voice called out to Roman. The future huntsman held up his hands in an 'I'm innocent' gesture.

"I tried to wake you," Roman said, "You just were too lazy to listen." Alex narrowed his gaze angrily but holstered his dual pistols quietly. He pulled his black leather vest over his white shirt and lowered his wide brim hat.

"I'm ready if you are," the gunslinger called back to the other huntsman as he walked past the empty lockers. Roman straightening his bowler hat one more time followed after the other huntsman.

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The wind whistled loudly off of the cliff, messing up his orange hair. Roman shifted on his platform uncomfortably. He had heard what Ozpin explained about the initiation and was feeling a little worried. While he could handle himself in any social situation, being stuck with one partner for four years kind of worried him. He could be paired with someone he couldn't stand and would be forced to work and live with them. He would have found it to be amusing that he was more worried about his fellow huntsmen than the creatures of Grimm that he was about to be launched into, but he only had a moment to think about it before the platform under his feet lunged forward sending him flying off the cliff.

Roman held onto Melodic Crudgel and his black bowler hat as wind blew his orange hair away from his eyes. Spinning his cane , he pointed the handle toward a tree and shot out the handle. It caught a large branch and Roman held tight as his arm was nearly yanked out of its socket. He made an arc through the air as he neared the ground. Melodic Crudgel's handle slipped off the branch and Roman rolled on the ground. He got to his feet and dusted his white suit jacket. He straighten his orange hair and hat, but it was still windblown.

The teen decided on an arbitrary direction and walked. He figured he would find the abandoned temple first and find the relic and just hope he ran into someone before then. Roman kept his senses trained to make sure no grimm decided that he made a tasty snack.

He stepped over the greenery a little grumpy, trying hard not to trip on any vines that littered the ground. "I hate nature," he complained to no one in particular. A rustle in the bushes drew his attention. Roman held up Melodic Crudgel prepared to attack whatever popped up. A large black bear with a bone-like mask stood on is two hind legs out of the bushes. The creature gave a loud roar. "An Ursa, huh. Well, bring it on," Roman said confidently lifting his cane to the bear-like creature.

He pull the trigger and a red-blast shot the beast square in the chest. The Ursa stumbled back a couple of steps with a pained roar. Roman shot another blast toward the bear-like creature. With the creature stunned, he hurried forward striking the Ursa's foot. He trusted his cane upward so the handle slammed the grimm's jaw. The beast roar and tried to swipe at the huntsmen. Roman stepped lightly away and the paw passed harmlessly.

"Nice try," Roman bragged slicing at the grimm's outstretched arm. The Ursa screamed and lunged its other paw at Roman. The huntsman blocked the attack with the shaft of Melodic Crudgel before spinning the cane so the barrel of its hidden gun was under its jaw. Roman pulled the trigger and the orange blast sliced through the bear's neck. The grimm's masked head fell behind Roman. The teen pushed the rest of the body away from him as it started to dissolve. It fell with a thud.

The huntsmen watched the body dissolved for a moment feeling proud of the kill. Roman put the blade back into Melodic Crudgel and started to walk away. Another rustle in the undergrowth startled him. He pointed his cane at the sound. A short girl stepped out of tree line holding what appeared to be a conductor's baton, she held it in an offensive position. Green eyes met violet as the two realized that neither was a threat. "I guess we're partners, sweetheart," Roman said putting his cane down. He gave a cocky grin to the blue-haired girl.

"My name is Operculina Hamilton, not sweetheart," the girl said putting her hands behind her back in a stiff posture. Her face was impassive even though her tone sounded annoyed.

"And I'm Roman Torchwick," Roman said leaning on his cane to help minimize the foot height difference. Operculina didn't look amused her violet eyes narrowed at his proximity. "Do you have a nickname? Operculina is a mouthful, sweetheart."

"No, you can refer to me by my full name," Operculina said stepping past Roman her blue military like jacket brushing the top of the grass. She stopped when she realized that Roman wasn't following.

"Olina. That's what I'll call you," Roman said as the idea struck him. He put a hand on the top of the girl's blue bun which was easy to do because of their height difference.

"Fine," Olina said pushing his hands off her head ",Olina is acceptable." She put her hands to her own head to make sure her hair was still impeccable which now that Roman thought about it was interesting considering they were both launched off a cliff. "The temple is in this direction. I saw it as I was falling," Olina explained as she walked forward her light blue knee-high boots crushing the smoking remains of the Ursa.

"After you," Roman said holding out his arms to the trees. Olina smirked amused and took the lead.

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Efin's pair of knives dug into the tree and he slid down. He put the blades into his giant saurian and started walking away. A loud peal of laughter drew his attention. Efin turned to face the noise as a bundle of yellow and light orange flew into him like a Boarbatusk. The ninja-like teen was knock to the ground, the air knocked out of him. He laid dazed for a moment, a heavy weight was sitting on his chest. "Hiya, my name's Saturn. We're partners now," Saturn said her green eyes sparkling over Efin's stunned face.

The ninja regained his composure. "Off. Can't breath," Efin said breathlessly. Saturn laughed again."Sure," Saturn said getting to her feet and straightening her full yellow battle skirt and fiddling with her armored blouse. The huntsman took a relieved breath. Efin got to his feet and brushed his own gray and black outfit off. "You haven't said your name yet," Saturn said tossing her yellow-orange pigtails.

"Efin; Efin Pommei," Efin said calmly, answering the girl's unasked question.

"That's a cool name," Saturn said. I really like that name is short and easy to remember. I wish my name was shorter. When I was very young, I had the hardest time learning how to spell it. Do you know where the temple is?" She spun around a little looking at the forest.

Efin had to listen carefully to get the important information from the mini rant. "No, but I suggest we keep moving. With all the noise you made, the grimm will come," Efin said. Although he suspected that the huntress's positive energy would actually deter any Grimm.

"Okie Dokie," Saturn said hooking her arm around his. Efin looked away a little uncomfortable. "Where are we walking?" she asked.

Efin pointed in a northeast direction hoping that it was the right way. He walked, her arm still holding onto his. "So where are you from?" she asked as if they were taking a stroll through town rather than walking through a grimm-invested jungle.

"Vacuo," Efin answered.

" How is Vacuo? Do you like it? It's mostly desert, right? It must be really sandy. Oh, I'm from Mistral, by the way." Saturn said. She took a moment to breathe before starting again, "I live on the west side of Minstrel. It's really swampy there but it wasn't too bad. Although it does make your hair frizz. I lived there with my sister until I came to Beacon. Well, she isn't really my blood sister; she is my adopted sister." The girl paused again looking at Efin who felt like he was drowning in words. "You kind of remind me of her. She is really quiet too. She doesn't even say a single word. Do you have any siblings?"

"No," Efin answered simply.

"You don't say much," Saturn said. She broke into a larger smile, "I think we're going to be best friends." Efin only smiled and hoped that she was right.