As I walked off the ship, I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned to see whom it was, and was met with the burning Missouri, or Yang. "Hey, thanks for saving me back there…. Damn, I don't even know your name!" "Zirconum Key, but everybody calls me Zirc" Said I. "Well, Zirc" she said, putting emphasis on his name "if you want to meet me in my dorm later we could-" Before she finished that sentence, we heard 3 noises in this order: *Achoo! *BOOM *WALRUS VAGINA! That last part was I because I wasn't expecting it and I damn near pissed myself. "AHAHAHA! Oh my Oum that was unexpected" Roared Yang, with laughter. While she was laughing, I headed over to the spot that was the crime scene. As I approached, I noticed a girl in white scolding Ruby, and a blonde boy a foot shorter than me approaching as well. "Excuse me miss, what seems to be the problem here?" When the girl in white turned, I could tell she nearly had a heart attack, but recovered after seeing I was a gentle giant. "If you must know, this, child, ran into my luggage, causing all of my dust to spill out. I was lecturing her when she sneezed and blew up a vial of my dust" She said. "It had a leak in it. And I said I was sorry, Princess." "It's heiress, actually" said a girl clad in black and had a bow sit upon her head. "Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee dust company" "Thank you! Finally someone in this place has some common sense!" (I forgot what Blake said here, so I'll improvise) "One of the most racist companies against faunus, and an ego large enough that- if it were food- could feed the entire continent of Vacuo for a decade." At this, Weiss visibly deflated, before regaining her composure and retorting with "The faunus deserve it, since they're all as bad as the White Fang." Both girls storm off, before I tell Ruby that I need a few minutes and not to follow me. As I ran, I heard what the blonde kid said to her: "I'm Jaune."
(5 minutes later, just before the assembly)
"I went to sleep, and I woke up dead, but I changed my mind, and I want to live" I muttered to myself, cleaning the Grimm blood from Walking Ram, and reloading Snowbreaker. I head back, satisfied from releasing my stress on a large pack of Beowulves. 'Good. Just in time for the assembly' I thought, as I head to the Cafeteria. When I got there, Ozpin was giving a speech that he had recited to me, so I had no need to hear it again. He did seem…off, however. As if he didn't have his coffee. 'Glynda probably switched his coffee with decaf. Or chamomile tea. Either way, she needs to stop. The last time this happened, he had glued his mug to his hand, just so he could feel if Glynda was switching his mugs again'. Just as Glynda finished her part of the speech, about sleeping quarters or something, I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder and dragged me away. I slipped my shoulder out of their grip, pinned their arm against them, and put them in a chokehold faster than you can say 'What the balls!'
When I realized who it was, I let them go and exclaimed "Dammit Yang, do you do that to all of your friends?" She nodded. "Of course you do. Why am I surprised?" "Anyway, what did you need me for? And nothing sexual." "Well, there goes mission number 2, but number one is still in play!" She said. As she dragged me toward her group, I noticed that all the people there were: 1. Wearing hairstyles that slightly resembled one other person in their group. 2. There was a rainbow of colors amongst them, and 3, the scariest of them all: They were all girls. Being your average teenage nerd/outcast, I was scared, and that's when my mind went into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE! 3 ideas popped into my head, 1. Stun Yang with my severed arm and make a break for it, 2. Pop a smoke grenade and be Oscar Mike in T minus 30 seconds, or 3. Accept my fate. Seeing as Yang hasn't asked about it yet, and the fact that I am sensitive unless they ask, option 1 was out. I checked my pocket, only realizing that my assortment of different bombs and weapon parts (so close to a long range rifle) was in my locker. So 3 it was. I prayed to Oum that I would come out without piss on my pants, or a red cheek from a slap (never ask a girl their weight was permanently checked in my mind.) 'I knew I should've gotten the turbo' I thought to myself, when Yang snapped my out of my thoughts by calling her friends' names. "Blake! Pyrrha! Nora! Weiss! This was the guy I was talking about!" Of course it's about me. "Hello" said a friendly voice, "Hi!" said a hyper voice, "I know you!" Said a voice that could only belong to an heiress, and "Hey" said a bored voice. "Hey, how's it going". I heard jaws hit the floor and a hushed "told you so". As I rose up to my full height, I noticed I dwarfed the girls (excluding Weiss, who is dwarfed by 2 feet) by a foot. "Sorry for staring at you like that, I've never seen or heard someone like you before" said the redhead with the ponytail. "Damn he's tall," said the hyper orange haired girl. "Probably compensating for something" Said Weiss, eliciting a saddened expression on my face, earning a punch to the shoulder for Weiss. "Shut up Weiss, he's shy. You don't have to be a dick about it just because he helped you out earlier" Yang said. "Oh shit, where are my manners? Zirc, this is Pyrrha Nikos, 4 time Mistral champion." Yang said, gesturing to the redhead with the ponytail. "This is Nora Valkryie, a hammer wielding, hyper active girl," she said, gesturing to the orange haired girl. "Hi again, like Yang said, my name is Nora. OO-OO-OO, you remind me of someone I know, his name is Ren. He and I came here together. But not together-together. You would look more like him if you had long black hair, and one pink stripe through it, and you didn't have the bandages, or tied the left sleeve. What is with that anyways, huh? Was it a mut-mrphhpmtpmhrpmhprmh?" "Nora, stop, you'll hurt his feelings" Said Blake, trying to stop her. "It's alright," I said. "She asked, so I will answer. The reason I wear this is because-".
AHAHA! Cliffhanger. I purposely left this out of the bio so I could do that. Next chapter, a winner for the contest (hopefully), and the story of the burn and the arm. Until then, Quiet Comrade Says Guten Nacht