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'Thoughts'
Flash Backs
『 Telecom 』
AN: Welcome back to those who decided to read my story! Please tell me if you like or don't like and why! It'd help me greatly.
≤ Beacon: Auditorium ≥
Sixteen students stood at attention near the edge of the Auditorium. Headmaster Ozpin was at the center of the stage. Dual screens booted up as he began to call in the partners that had passed initiation together.
"Fox Alistair, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Coco Adel and Velvet Scarlatina. The four of you retrieved the Temperature Pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as Team CFVY (Coffee). Lead by Coco Adel." As the Headmaster spoke the names aloud, each student respectively came up and bowed after introduction of their team. After those introductions four left the stage and the next pair started to come up as they were called.
"Slovik Nannings, Arcana of Vacuo, Hena Nannings and Ceril Murk. The four of you retrieved the Celestial Pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as Team CASH. Lead by Ceril Murk." Each person respectfully bowed. Even Hena keeping a calm and collected demeanor to the team's surprise. Really it was. The next batch of students were called in as the four left the stage
Ceril looked over to the girl who suddenly broke into fits of giggles. "I'm honestly surprised you didn't burst out on the stadium. Call me impressed." Hena just turned away and giggled more. Giving off a passive wave in response.
"Oh stop it you." The girl spoke in embarrassment as the next team were called up.
"Oswald Gem, Olga Gem, Paul Wayland and Remlin Cale. The four of you retrieved the Animal Pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as Team PORO. Lead by Paul Wayland." Another round of applause was given at the auditorium as they walked off the stage and towards team CASH.
Paul let out an exasperated sigh as he walked over to the red head. "Holy crap man, I seriously thought they were going to name us Team POOR after I heard your team name." Ceril just laughed as the next team passed them by to get placed in.
"I thought the same thing." The teen just smirked as he folded his arms. Hena was literally bouncing on her feet in excitement.
"It'd of been better if you were Team POOR! We'd of been like rivals. The Cash versus the Poor. What will win? The unlimited amount of wealth or the humble amount of poverty." Hena got into a pose in front of Ceril as she went in as if she was ready to defend the team with her life. Granting chuckles from most the two teams.
Paul tilted his head as he looked over towards Ceril with a questioning look. "You're definitely a lot more open than you were on the Airbus." The red head merely gave a shrug as he pulled Hena back from her shoddy combat stance.
"Yeah, I wasn't really in the best of moods during that time."
"-you will work together as Team CALZ (Calzone), lead by Clairis Taylor." The room suddenly burst in laughter as the final team got named after a dough folded pizza. The red head looked on over towards the leader who had a somewhat mortified look and smirked.
"Well looks like you guys got the better end of the stick." As he spoke out, the leader shifted her gaze over to his and glared at him. He immediately broke the gaze and looked back at Paul who just gave a passive wave.
"Hey, Calzones are delicious."
Slovik waggled his brows as he finally decided to jump into the conversation. "Are you implying something?" In the next moment, Remlin had snuck up on everyone and kicked the husky-type Faunus in the shin. Everyone just stared at Slovik, majority of them not even getting the joke to begin with.
The blue haired girl folded her arms and huffed as she looked away. "That was a bad joke and you should feel bad." After so, everyone else started laughing as Slovik just looked down in a dejected manner. How could this girl get everyone to laugh when she didn't even crack a joke? It made absolutely no sense!
≤ Beacon: Dormitory ≥
Slovik was lying on his proclaimed bed in the mostly empty room. The four had decided to leave decorating for the next day and call it a night. Yet the night wasn't over and the tall black haired male couldn't get any rest due to the loud screeching sound of a bed being pushed across the room. He didn't look, he refused to look. He looked to see that Hena had pushed her bed literally right next to the poor soul who had gotten that girl as a partner. May Monty find peace for him.
Ceril sat quietly on his bed, which was on the corner furthest away from both the window and the door. His back lay against the corner as blue glowing eyes skimmed through the student handbook his sister had personally written for him. Hena hopped on her bed after she combined the two beds into one and choose to stare at the red head. The proximity of the two not even a foot away.
"Hena… Why did you put our beds together…?" Ceril finally gave in and asked. When he saw her move the bed, he was kind of hoping she was just being a unique little snowflake who wanted to put their bed in the middle of the room. Yet this was mildly absurd.
Hena puffed her barely-existing chest up and spoke proudly. "Because we're partners, that's why!" The conviction in her eyes pretty much saying anything else that needed to be said.
Ceril nodded at the girl as he went back to reading the student handbook. "Fair enough."
No use in arguing against someone as eccentric as that. They'll literally throw every excuse under the bus until you've forced them to stop. "You shouldn't let her do whatever she wants." Slovik pitched in some sagely and well-earned advice. Obviously being the pro at dealing with the fox Faunus. "She'll get too comfortable and start invading your personal space."
"Comfortable is fine," The teen shifted a page in the tome. "plus if there's one thing my sister taught me. There's no such thing as personal space."
"Or privacy it seems. " The final member of the team sneered out in distain towards his comment. Arcana's bed was directly on the other side of the room from Ceril.
"Yeah, definitely no privacy." The teen shivered as he began to recall one of his horrid memories. "She once barged in on me while I was taking a shower. Then dragged me out and through the house just to show me her uniform for Beacon." His mother had all her friends over too. Who could not stop giggling and gushing over his childish demeanor at the time. He hid for a week.
"Beacon Uniform? Is she a trainee here?!" Hena shouted in excitement as the girl raised both her arms. Having a senior to help would just be awesome in her eyes.
"Worse…" Ceril murmured as he put the tome down and looked at the three." She's a teacher."
Slovik raised a brow as he sat up from his bed. This was definitely news. Not uncommon, but still unheard of "Seriously, a teacher? What does she teach?" Slovik quickly questioned.
"Battle Simulation for the second and third year trainees." Ceril picked his tome back up and began to read through the pages. 'How to be a good team leader. (If you're somehow not the team leader, Ceril… Change to the next chapter)' Ceril would then change the page and read the next chapter. 'How to end your team leader and take their position.' The tome was quickly closed and dropped. His glowing blue eyes shifting back to their Emerald Green.
"Huh, what type of classes are those?" Surprisingly it was Arcana who asked out of pure curiosity.
"It's a class where you fight against semi-holographic Grimm and pre-installed Hunters. It's actually pretty dangerous and could get Hunter-Trainees hurt. So they moved it up to the more experienced ones." This time it was Slovik who answered, obviously knowing what the class entails.
Hena tilted her head as she spoke up. "What about the fourth years? Do they not have to take the class?"
"By the fourth year, you'll be focusing on missions to get the minimum requirement to graduate the year." Ceril spoke up to everyone. At least in this factor, everyone knew the graduation requirements. The requirement to graduate the first year of Beacon was to accumulate one-hundred points through classes and missions when they're available. Classes were only given points upon successful completion with an acceptable grade. The grade itself didn't matter, as long as it was passing. The increments increased by year and the points were harder to obtain as less classes were given and more missions were required to be taken just to have enough to graduate the next year.
"If you fail to pass the next year, you'll be bumped down one year. If you fail that one, you'll be expelled from Beacon." Slovik quietly murmured.
Ceril would then loudly clap his hands as he spoke up. "Anyways! Team introductions in team order, hold nothing back. As goes… I'm Ceril Murk from Mistral. Graduated from Sanctum Academy. Next"
All gazes fell on Arcana, whose name was next on the list. "Arcana. Disowned, no last name. From Vacuo." Slovik raised a brow, clearly remembering that he came with them on an Airbus from Atlas. "There was a recruitment for talent going on and I decided to try out. If I passed, I'd get free room and board. Along with schooling, so I bit. Non-graduate."
Ceril hummed aloud in mild interest, causing the silverette to glare at him. There was a story there, Slovik can see it, but decided to remain quiet. "Well I'm next. I'm Slovik Nannings. From Nannings Orphanage. I graduated from APA, Atlas Primary Academy."
"Hena Nannings! From Nannings Orphanage. I graduated APA a year early just to get in Beacon with Slovik. I almost didn't make it, but anything is possible with enough effort!" Slovik hit his head against the wall as he mumbled outloud. 'Almost'
Ceril gave a nod to his current team and spoke up. "I have a defensive fighting style. My weapon of choice are chains that I named Nebula. My semblance is Perfect Memory." He kept it short and simple. Though Arcana just clicked his tongue as he spoke up.
"Might as well have been fucking snakes… I have an offensive fighting style. My weapon of choice is my semblance." Everyone stared in mild interest, except Ceril. Who just gave that stupid smirk that Arcana would love nothing more than to punch off his face. "I can create a dense white material in the shape of spikes. I also have an abnormally high amount of strength and endurance." As Arcana spoke, his golden eyes never left the red head.
"Well then…" Slovik tried to cut the tension in the air, it was that thick. "I switch between offensive and ranged fighting styles. My weapon of choice is my Katana that can turn into a shortbow. Or even a greatbow if I combine it with the sheath. I call my weapon... Bowgnir. The Bow that never misses." The room suddenly got extremely quiet. The jokes weren't even bad, they just outright weren't funny. Or could even be considered jokes. Ceril's eye slightly twitched. Who even mocks the name of their personal weapon like that? Wait… no, maybe he's serious about that being it's name. Slovik look dejected at the fact no one laughed yet again. Hena scooched on over and whispered to the red head.
'He's always told bad jokes, no one has ever laughed. No one.'
"Ugh… tough crowd. My semblance is Eagle Eye. It allows me to change my perspective to a different location."
Slovik had folded his arms and looked away. The fun in everything now being spoilt. He'll get someone to laugh one day. "That's actually pretty impressive if it works the way I think it does." Ceril spoke up as he thought of the implications of being able to change the position of what you see to any location to gain a different view. The guy may even be able to look around corners without actually looking. Though his thoughts were cut short as Hena immediately shifted in front of Ceril.
"I have an offensive fighting style!" She got closer. "My weapon of choice are two shields that can combine to make a bigger one! They have cartridges that can be adjusted to shoot at any selected angle. The fox was now head to head with them as their foreheads touched. "I named the left Refuse! The right one is named Deny!"
The girl slightly panted as everything was spoken all at once. "Hena are you ok-" the girl didn't give him the chance to finish as she cut her breath.
"My semblance is Hyper Regeneration! I can instantly heal moderate wounds and lethal ones in minutes!" Ceril just stared from emerald eyes to glazing red. Not daring to say a word with how close he was. Not once has he seen such a reaction and couldn't even guess how to respond. After a few moments of silence she whispered in almost desperation. "praise me too."
Ceril shifted his gaze over towards Slovik, or at least what he could see from the two's close proximity. Slovik was in the back frantically waving his arms back in forth. Trying to tell him to absolutely not praise the girl. He'd then shift his eyes over to Arcana who looked to be a bit annoyed. Well if Slovik seemed that out of it when it came to Hena, he should obviously follow his advice and dodge the praise.
"You're an offensive fighter with two shields? That's actually a really interesting concept. I'd like to see it for myself later." Ceril gave a mild praise as red eyes began to sparkle like the rising sun. There wasn't any squeaks or squeals like he expected, just a calm genuine smile. At the proximity of just a few inches. Hena leaned back and giggled after a moment. Then proceeded to lay her head on his lap.
"Well, she's your problem now. Complimented that girl only once and she never let go. Followed me all the way from Atlas to here." Slovik just shrugged his shoulders like it was a lost cause.
Ceril pat the girl on her head as she let out of a soft hum. "That's fine, she's my partner after all. Can I trust you to look after Arcana?" The red head looked up at Slovik who only rose a brow. It was Arcana who spoke up before he did.
"Hey! I don't anyone to look after me!" Such an angry person he was.
Slovik just waved his hand in a shooing many. "Yeah yeah, he's my partner after all." If looks could kill, Arcana would be stabbing their guts out right now. Everyone just broke out in laughter.
"What?!" Everyone just kept laughing. "What is it?!" No one would dare tell Arcana that his feminine-looking angry face was just adorable.
Ceril calmed himself as he looked down at Hena. Who of which also started to calm down and begun to doze off. The girl was a ball of sunshine and rainbows all the time, but after seeing such a genuine smile. It was hard not to notice that all her others were fake. Fake and sad… He pushed her off his lap with enough force to roll her back on her side of the bed. "Cerillllll~~!" She shot up and looked as if he had taken the Nacho chip that had forty percent of the cheese stuck to it. Slovik burst out laughing and even Arcana couldn't help but chuckle. Ceril only gave a huffing smile.
'Maybe everything won't be so bad after all.'
≤ Beacon: Dormitory – Next Morning ≥
『 Ring Ring Ring 』Muffled groans escaped the lips of four individuals. 『 Ring Ring Ring 』"Ugh… someone turn off that alarm." A short blue haired girl spoke as she curled up more into a ball.
『 Ring Ring Ring 』Paul groaned as he shuffled up and opened his eyes. The small amount of light from the room mildly keeping his vision sundered. "What time is it?" 『 Ring Ring Ring 』
Olga who shared the same bed with her twin groggily reached for her scroll to look at the time. "Mmff. Eleven in the morning." The girl dropped her scroll as she started to doze off again.
『 Ring Ring Ring 』…『 Ring Ring Ring 』…『 Ring Ring Ring 』 …
"WHAT?" Suddenly they all shouted at the same time. Oswald fell off the bed as Olga shot up. Remlin attempted to jump off the bed, but the sheets were wrapped around her in odd angles and the girl merely fell over onto the floor. Struggling to get up. Paul was the first to successfully get up. 『 Ring Ring Ring 』…
"Holy Oum! We're so late! It's almost lunch time." The tallest of the group started gathering all the school supplies as he panicked. "Olga, Remlin! You guys shower first! I'll get our school supplies ready! Oswald, get our uniforms ready!" No complaints were given as Remlin relinquished herself from the sheets with Olga already in the bathroom.
"We are so late, we are sucking freaking late!" Oswald shouted as he gathered his sisters and Remlin's clothes. The look-a-like rushed to the bathroom to bring them their clothes. The door swiftly open as the male-counterpart was suddenly dragged in with the two girls.
"No time! We're already late!" The other shouted as the poor teen was dragged into the bathroom.
Oswald shrieked in surprise as he was dragged into the bathroom with his two female companions. "Wait, isn't this inappropriate?!"
"You two share your senses! Does it even matter?!" It was Remlin who shouted as the door came to a close. Paul was tearing through all their belongings as he got the first three period tomes ready. Even if the first two were practically already over. "Hey no pushing!" An angry Remlin shouted as a sound of sparks flew.
"Hey! Be careful!" Both the twins shouted in union.
Knock Knock Knock The room suddenly went silent. This was it, wasn't it? The teachers had finally decided to show up to expel them. Knock Knock Knock A muffled whimper could be heard from the bathroom through the running water. Paul stood in fear to even open the door. Knock Knock Knock Taking a shuttered breath, Paul went to the door and opened it. Only to see a dead-tired looking Ceril. Only in a pair of pants that looked to be just be put on seconds ago.
"Hey Paul, it's great that you guys are morning people and decided to wake up at six in the Oum damn morning." A muffled yawn came from behind Ceril. Across the room was Hena at the door, only adorning a shirt and underwear like on the first night. Right through the door, Slovik can be seen dead asleep.
Now that Paul had calmed down, he could see that the sun was just barely rising outside. Definitely not at the position eleven in the morning would be at. Three eyes were peeking out of the bathroom in complete silence.
『 Ring Ring Ring 』
"Sorry Ceril, we'll be a bit quieter." A nod was given as the red head turned around and went back to his room. Not even a second later, he could hear the two hit the bed hard from their side of the dorm. Paul closed his door and turned around to see Olga had come out in a towel. Looking down at her scroll with beady eyes. "It's eleven. Back in Atlas."
≤ Beacon: Cafeteria ≥
Remlin and Hena stood at the counter staring at the last biscuit the cafeteria had to offer. Neither flinched nor moved, afraid that if either went. The other would immediately go for the grab. The seconds counted down as each steeled their resolve. Ready to see who would grab the last pastry.
"Oh cool, last biscuit." A girl with short grey hair reached over the smaller girls and grabbed the biscuit. Both girls looked up only to be greeted by two bouncing mounds. The two girls glared at the natural enemy of the itty bitty committee. Why would such a round person even need a biscuit, don't they have enough?!
"Ashton let's go already!" A very short looking girl with strawberry red hair called out from literally under the crowd. She was short, even shorter than Hena who stood at a four foot ten.
"Coming Clairis~" Ashton had a dozing expression on her glazed yellow eyes. Her head slowly turned on over to the other girl shouting as she fumbled on over without even looking at the two she had just snagged a biscuit from.
Hena glared daggers as the BIMBO walked off. Trying to enact some silent karma of injustice on her. "She is the enemy." The silver-eared fox lightly growled.
"That we can agree on." Remlin mumbled, only being half a foot taller and sporting a cup that was just below 'b'.
"Hey you two, come to the table already!" Paul shouted as he waved his arm above the crowd. The man himself was probably the tallest in their group. Just a few inches off from the teachers even. The two let out a dejected sigh as they began to walk on on.
"MORE BISCUITS!" The lunch lady called out as she dropped another plate on the counter. The two immediately turned around, but the other students were already prowled against the counter going for grabs. By the time the crowd dispersed. There were no biscuits.
"WHAT IS LIFE?" Hena shouted with her plate food in her hands.
Ceril sat across from Paul as he cut into his pancakes with his utensils. "I'm serious man, my sister literally just. Forged my transcripts and just accepted me into Beacon? Can you believe that?!" Oswald and Paul just laughed as he retold his tale on how he got here. "My parents were just all like. 'Oh Ceril, we're so proud of you! Make us even more proud!' and KICKED me into the bus." Olga who had her nose in the first period tome just snorted.
"I guess your parents really know how throw a party!" Slovik decided to chip in. Only crickets giving him a reply to his comment. After a few seconds later, someone stood up from the crowd and shouted.
"Your jokes are bad, and you should feel bad!"
"Thank you!" Remlin shouted as her and Hena joined the table. Hena cutting in between Ceril and Slovik. Remlin went to her side that had Paul and Olga. Growling and munching can be heard from above the chatter. Each person looked towards Arcana. They had three plates of food and they were literally stuffing their faces as he held the form in a childish way. The feminine boy felt the presence and turned to everyone. Letting out a long growling hiss as they defended their food and repositioned themselves so his back faced the group.
Everyone's gaze slowly left the feasting beast as they all stared at each other. "So, it's uh. Professor Port's class that's coming up?" Paul had been the first to break the silence amongst the group.
"Yeah, Grimm Studies. Should be an interesting learning more than just the four basic Grimm." Ceril spoke aloud as he finished up his pancakes.
"I'm only really aware of three. Beowolf, Ursa and Nevermores." Remlin tilted her head as she attempted to think of any other.
Arcana muffled out through their food. "Deathstalkers are more common in the deserts of Vacuo. Not that they don't manifest elsewhere." He added in after a short pause from his first sentence. The plates he had gathered were all empty. The silverette sporting a huge smile. All eyes turned back towards him and blankly stared. That was a lot of food he just ate. Arcana just blushed and muffled out. "Vacuo is a harsh place, a lot of poor people."
At that point, the group just gave an understanding nod. If you were always hungry and starving before this point. It'd make sense to finally get your fill. It's not like any of them had lunch or dinner the day before. Not many of the trainees even passed their initiation. Hundreds had come, yet only sixteen had passed. There were two in both CASH and PORO's initiation that had apparently failed.
"I actually have around thirteen Grimm personally documented in my studies." The token ginger of the group spoke up as he began to down his orange juice. The entire group changed their view to the emerald eyed teen. Even Arcana had fairly piqued interest. "The aforementioned Grimm are all Minor Grade Grimm along with the Creep. As the Grade of Grimm increases, so do the consistency of plated bones and black fur." Ceril looked up from his cup as he realized he apparently had everyone's attention.
"Minor Grade? Are there different frequencies like Hazards?" It was Remlin who had sheepishly asked. Seemingly unsure if they should had even brought the topic up to begin with.
Ceril just gave a knowing nod. "Minor and major classified between the Grimm who appear in different sizes despite looking to be from the same type. Then you have your pack leaders that have the uncanny ability to control other Grimm. These are referred to as Alphas. If the Grimm is bigger than Major, they're referred to as King or Queen. The latter of the two being the bigger."
"Can Minor Grimm be Alphas?" It was Paul who asked as he finished up his breakfast.
"Most definitely." Ceril spoke up as he pulled out one of his scroll. The teen then grabbed the edges and pulled it apart as the screen slowly got pulled into a seven inch tablet. The red head flicked through the tabs until he happened upon a Grimm which had around body with a giant eye taking up its total mass. The creature had black bat wings with spiked bones sticking out of its spine. "This is a Pip Grimm. Very rare… very dangerous. Some will argue they don't exist, but I've seen it."
The way he spoke the last sentence was very ominous. Sending shutters throughout the group as they looked at the creature captured from his scroll. It was weird that he would say that they don't exist, when the teen obviously has a picture of said Grimm. Ceril's eyes narrowed as he put down his scroll.
"This Grimm in particular sends out infrared wavelengths that can control other Grimm. Down from Minor to Queen, and even Alphas. The only plus side is that the wavelength is short. So it needs to be nearby." The teen finished his explanation as he flicked through the scroll.
Arcana looked over at the teen whose eyes seemed to glare down at his phone. Normally the feminine boy would treat the teen like he was the worst existence to come in to the world, but the curiosity took the best of him. "So, where did you even find this Grimm?" Ceril himself flinched as he locked in place. His emerald eyes would close as he took a deep breath.
"I saw it on my way home from Sanctum… on a dirt path secluded from my hometown and the city my school was in. It seemed to be scouting the area, a sign of intelligence. After I captured the picture, it noticed me and flew away." The teen folded his hands as he began to recall the memory. His gaze fell onto the table and back onto his extended scroll. "It was gone instantly. I just shrugged it off and walked home. Thought I'd ask about it later and completely forgot." His gaze shifted to the left as he recalled the next events that came up.
"It was the next day that I heard that a woman was attacked and greatly wounded. So bad that they had to ship her over here to Vales for immediate medical treatment. The only thing that ran through my mind was if it was a coincidence or not." Everyone stared silently, almost breathless as the teen closed his eyes. "So naturally I investigated. I found it. I would had never found it if I wasn't specifically looking for it though. When I attempted to engage it. Grimm after Grimm attacked me. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but they were so coordinated. So dangerous. I'd dodge left and one would be waiting for me there. I'd attack an unguarded Grimm and another with block for it." Ceril took a deep breath as he shuddered at the memory. The only thing he even noticed was the red light shining from it's eyes to the other Grimm. To which it'd suddenly become coordinate. "By the time I finished up the Grimm, it was already gone. I haven't seen it since."
≤ Beacon: Peter's Classroom ≥
"Monsters! Demons! Prowlers of the night! Yes the creatures of Grimm have many names!"
Ceril sat at his desk, mouth agape. It'd been forty minutes since the Grimm Studies class has begun and not a single ounce of knowledge had been obtained. "He's joking? Right?" The red head whispered to his left. On his right were Hena who was dead asleep on the table with Slovik slowly dozing off next.
"He looks pretty serious." Arcana spoke from his left. Completely losing track of the entire class and opted to play with his shiny new scroll that the school had issued him. He clicked typed randomly on the object with a more then confused look. "Got it!" An excited whisper.
『 PING 』Ceril picked up his scroll that suddenly rung once. There was a message left on his scroll from the silver haired boy. 'You're sitting too close, move away...' A deadpanned expression lay on his face as he heard a sudden thud from behind him. Looking behind revealed a Paul who was knocked out head first onto his desk. Olga and Oswald were sleeping shoulder to shoulder while Remlin bore a similar expression to the red head.
"Ah, this reminds of a time not so long ago! There I was… surrounded by Grimm! Beowolves, Ursa! Deathstalkers and Nevermore! Armed with only a log from a tree I cut down…!"
"Then where was the axe you used to chop it down?!" Ceril suddenly bursts out as he slammed his palms against the table. Hena jumped up high as she fell off the chair and onto the ground while everyone else just stuttered awake.
"Ah my boy! If I simply used the axe, it'd be too easy!" The Professor let out a boisterous laugh as he folded his arms.
"Too easy?! Considering the aerodynamics of attempting to swing a tree around. I feel that it's completely and highly inefficient! Why would you even think to do that?!" The professor simply gave a louder laugh at the young man's reaction.
"My my, sometimes you'll find yourself in situations where you'll be unarmed and outmatched! Come come, stand in front of the class." The red head let out a growl as he looked to his right. Hena was a bit groggy while Slovik just stared with an uninterested expression. To his left was Arcana, still playing on his scroll.『 PING 』Looking down at his scroll, 'Do it faggot.' … The red head got up as he let out a sigh and moved to the center of the room.
The red head stood at the center of the class and shrugged. "Okay, now what?"
Professor Port walked over to a box that had been laying in the room and suddenly broke off the edge with his bare hands. "Now, you fight. Prepare yourself!"
A large growl echoed throughout the class as a boneless Beowolf sprung from the cage. The only feature of black besides its fur and streakless mask. "Are you for real?" The red head spoke as he was already in the Beowolf sight.
"Fight my boy! Survive and prevail!" The white haired teacher raised his hand as the entire class stared agape. No one had their weapons at the moment, no one expected to even need them. The beast then would lunge at Ceril, causing him to side step out of the way. The creature of darkness would then turn around to get hit in the face with a golden bust of Peter Port. The hair on the statue would chip off as it flew across the room and landed in front of the Professor. "No! My glorious bust!"
The Grimm let out a screech as Ceril hit its other cheek with the bust. Causing the head to break off and fly out through the class window. The wolf staggered backwards as the red head would then uppercut it in its lower jaw. Sending the beast backwards to fall on its back. The rest of the class would then get to witness the red head mount a Beowolf by pinning its arms with their knees. Proceeding to continuously beat in the Grimm's face with the remaining of the statue.
Black particles released from the Grimm as it began to fade from defeat. Ceril wiped a growing sweat as he dropped the dented and unrecognizable bust onto the floor. The Professor running up to the remains of his once glorious statue and began to silently sob. "Oh man, I don't know about you guys, but I feel so much better."
The school bell would then ring out loud as the professor stuttered. "C-class dismissed." It took a few seconds before the class could actually collect themselves and began to move out.
Hena bounced up and down as she shifted between her three male teammates. "That was so exciting! I can't wait to fight my own Grimm! Ceril was all like, wham! Bam, Pow!" The black haired Faunus would shadow the red head's previous movements. "It was the third hit when the Professor truly realized his mistake as he stared in awe at my partner's performance!"
"I think that was more of a look of horror then a one of amazement." Arcana still had his nose to his scroll, idly browsing through a new discovery. The RemNet.
"I'm surprised you were even paying attention." Slovik stated, not that he was listening to the class on his own up till the Grimm came out.
Ceril just groaned out as he sagged his shoulders. "I am skipping, every. Single. Class. If that's how he's going to be teaching. I don't mind fighting Grimm or anything, but no weapons, dust or armor? Even worse than all those combined… those lectures!"
"I think that was more of a lesson on preparedness than anything." Slovik pitched in as the four grew closer to their next class for History.
"Well I showed him prepared. I busted that Grimm in the face." Ceril narrowed his eyes as he smacked his fist into his palm. Hena suddenly let out a laugh as even Arcana snickered.
"H-hey! That wasn't funny! Don't laugh!" Slovik gave an offended expression. Causing Ceril to start laughing as Hena just broke out more. "C'mon guys! I'm serious. This aint funny!"
Everyone would then enter the next class room and sat in arrangement just as the last class they were in.
"Hello everyone!" The next professor would then quickly dash in. Taking a quick sip from his Thermos. He then began to speak so fast, one would question if he even had time to gulp. "My name is Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck. Today we'll be going over our broken world that is Remnant and our history that we've left on it." The teacher gave a short bow as he gave a polite introduction. "Now if everyone would be as kind to open your tomes up to page…"
≤ Beacon: Glynda's Arena ≥
"Hello Class," The third known professor of Beacon spoke up. Everyone stayed seated in the seats above the arena. "My name is Professor Glynda Goodwitch." The blonde teacher smacked her riding crop against her palm. Gaining the attention of everyone who wasn't. Each earning a glare. The room housed both first and second year students. "I'll be supervising the Combat Studies class where you will each be fought against each other to gain further experience in your strengths and weaknesses." The class began to murmur amongst themselves, only to be silenced by another loud snap from the teacher's crop. "Let's begin, the first two people will be. Yatsuhashi Daichi and Oswald Gem. Please come down to the arena." Yatsuhashi got up from his seat and proceeded down to the arena. Though Olga and Oswald were arguing amongst themselves between their other two teams.
"You go, you're the offensive type." The twin wearing the pants spoke lowly. Olga merely grumbled as she spoke in hush as well.
"No no, it'll be good practice if you focus on your defensive stance. He looks like…"
"AHEM!" The blonde which coughed loudly as they suddenly got interrupted. "Anytime now." The two twins looked at each other for a moment.
"Foul play?" They would both nod in union as Olga handed Oswald her sword. "Watch my back." Taking a breath, the male left his skirted twin and hopped down into the arena. A sword in both hands.
Glynda narrowed her eyes as she watched the exchange, but chose to stay silent as both fighters got into position. "Your auras have been connected to your scrolls. This match is over once you drop below forty percent. Begin!"
Yatsuhashi was the first to charge as he drew his orange great sword. Oswald stood in position as he raised his sword in the direction of the very much larger man. The floors began to crack as the green armored man swung his blade horizontally at the black haired twin. The shorter of the two merely jumped up into the air and flipped over the man. Yet Yatsuhashi immediately reacted with a vertical slash up as his blade followed the overhead motion.
Oswald effortlessly rotated his body to dodge the attack. 'There's a cooldown on his shockwave. Switch.' The thought passed through his mind, but it wasn't his own. Now it was. Oswald's eyes suddenly became sharp as he landed on the floor. Two swords falling behind as he gave two horizontal slashes down the back of the green armored man. Yatsuhashi twirled around, sword following behind as the shockwave from his swing once again shown in full force.
The black haired teen attempted to jump back, but was caught in the shockwave and quickly lost balanced. He'd staggered a bit as he finally caught himself and got up. Yet Yatsuhashi was already behind him. 'It's on cooldown, I'll defend. Switch.' Eyes would then change from sharp to calm. Both swords raised in an X as Yatsuhashi's next attack was blindly blocked from overhead. The students in the stand began to cheer in excitement as the fight didn't go too one-sided as it would originally seem.
≤ Beacon: Garden ≥
Paul sat idly at one of the benches that lay across the grassy field. Staring idly at the pond that decorated the side of the garden. A solemn expression lay on his face as a sigh escaped his lips. "Something wrong?" The sudden voice startled the tall man as he turned to look at Ceril walking out of the school building. Cheering could still be heard from inside as the two weren't too far from the arena to begin with.
"Oh… hey Ceril. Just thinking." Ceril just shrugged as he walked passively on over to take a seat next to the taller teen. "Not watching the fight anymore?" The red head shrugged as he leaned back against the bench and looked at the pond.
"Oswald is going to lose. His endurance was already running out and his arms are straining by merely blocking." Paul sagged as he just let out another sigh.
"I… just." The brunette struggled to find the right words. Even going as far as contemplating if he should even speak his thoughts. A worried expression peered over to the red head as he just gave a passive look in return. "Ceril, I… I shouldn't be here." The red head just blinked in response. Not giving a reply as he waited for Paul to continue or explain. "I thought I could match up with everyone. I had a lot more strength then my peers back home, but I never saw a real hunter fight before so I didn't have any comparisons."
"Hm." Ceril hummed out as he looked back at the pond.
"My cousin was planning on joining Beacon, but decided against it. He had the same name as me and didn't look that much different either… So, without saying anything. I took his place and entered Beacon." The red head's brows raised as the realization came to bare. The revelation was a lot more than Ceril had expected.
"What? Why would you do that?" He responded as the teen sat up straight. Of all the stupid things Ceril could think of doing, this was definitely on one of the top of lists of things. "At least tell me you have some form of training, you're built like a train."
A staggered laugh released from the Paul's lips as he just palmed his face into his hands. "I come from a family of blacksmiths, Ceril. Weapons, Armors, Tools and anything else that comes with forging and crafting. It's in the family." The brunette looked up into the air with a sad expression. The defeat in his voice evident as he looked lost. "I always wanted to be a hunter. It's like… every kid's dream to be a hunter. Yet finding out that it's almost impossible. Getting rejected from the academies before you can even prove yourself."
Ceril's gaze changed as he recalled that some people were just outright denied from preliminary schools. "So how many?"
Paul went still at the unexpected question. He would then laugh sourly as he recollected himself. The red head always seemed a bit off to him in the two days that they've known each other. "So you noticed? Eight."
A short nod was given as the red head just stared blankly out. Neither continuing on from that morbid conversation. It was true that anyone could be a hunter, but if a particular family continued to produce hunters that continuously failed or died in the process of training… That family could very well be downright blacklisted from even attempting to try. It was deemed as a safety for those families who couldn't become hunters statistically, but really. It was more on the lines of not wasting anymore funds on a family that just couldn't push out a successful hunter.
Emerald green eyes would then begin to glow blue as his gaze turned over to Paul. After a moment, it'd flicker back off to green as the red head spoke. "Is your aura unlocked?" The only response was a shake of his head. At least this explained why he left the classroom. It'd become immediately aware if he was connected to the scroll and no aura showed up on screen. "Do you really want to become a hunter that badly?"
"Yes…" Paul's voice cracked as he bit into his bottom lip. "More than anything." Ceril close his eyes as he contemplated Paul's options. He'd then give a short nod as he pushed himself off the bench and stood up.
"I'll help you." The brunette's eyes widened as he looked at the red head. A hand was placed on his shoulder. "I'll help you become the best hunter you can ever be. Close your eyes and concentrate" Ceril closed his eyes as his aura began to resonate, Paul blankly stared before his own eyes closed. "For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee." The brunette's aura began to rise as it surrounded his entire being. Ceril took a step back as he tried to steady himself upright. The massive usage of his aura felt as if he got hit by truck.
"This feels…" Paul spoke up as he thought of a way to describe the feeling, but nothing came up.
"Congratulations Paul, you're one step closer to becoming a hunter." The teen stood up from the bench as his aura began to withdraw from around him. "I'll do what I can to help you, but I need your full cooperation if we're going to pull you up to par before anyone notices." A surprised expression looked up at the red head and then back at his hands. An opportunity, a chance. All he ever wanted was in front of him.
Paul balled his fists in determination as he looked at Ceril and spoke with more conviction then he ever had in his life. "I'll do it, whatever it takes."
≤ : ≥
A muffled panicked voice spoked through rough fabric. A female figure wearing a Beacon uniform was tied up and struggling. Eyes and mouth both wrapped shut.
"Sh… sh… it's okay. It'll all be over soon. Very soon, just you wait." A man spoke from the corner of the room. Causing several other tied of figures in the room to begin struggling and panic. From both male and female. To students and civilian... The man walked across the room and pressed a button on the wall. The square on the wall began to open. A small Beowolf sat idly inside the box until it saw the man. Instincts kicked in as it began to growl and attack the glass pane that separated the two. "Now which one wants to be Grimm food…?"
More panic entered the room and the ropes that tied the people down began to glow black. Moments later, the glowing faded as black particles left the ropes and began floating towards the small Grimm. The particles passed through the pane wall seamlessly as it began to enter the Grimm. The white mask of the wolf began to grow red streaks as spikes protruded from its spine and joints. The fur became more feral as even the teeth on the Grimm began to increase as the negative energy flowed directly into it's very being.
"Ha ha ha…. HA HA HA…. AHAHAHAHAHAHA! FEED IT! FEED IT MORE! THANK YOU FOR YOUR VOLUNTEERS!"
AN: Well here's another chapter that I totally should had posted quite a few days ago. Yet I didn't have as much time as I hoped to have with all my work, but hey. I won't complain about more money. Anyways… since I'm bad with descriptions and stuff. I'll leave a general list for every character that gets introduced in the chapter that isn't canon. Read, Review, Much Love.
General Synapses of characters.
Ceril - Red Hair, Green Eyes, Average Figure - 6'0
Arcana - Silver Hair, Golden Eyes, Average Figure - 5'7
Slovik - Black Hair, Pale Red Eyes, Tall Figure - 6'2
Hena - Long Black Hair, Red Eyes, Petite Figure - 4'10
Paul - Brown Short Hair, Hazel Eyes, Muscular Figure - 6'4
Olga/Oswald - Short Black Hair, Blue Eyes, Petite Figure - 5'8
Remlin - Medium Blue Hair, Blue Eyes, Petite Figure - 5'5
Clairis - Long Strawberry Red Hair, Red Eyes, Loli Figure - 4'6
Ashton - Short Grey Hair, Yellow Eyes, Busty Figure - 5'7