There are two references in this one, but both are fairly easy and are near each other, they are both RWBY related. Hope you enjoy chapter 3.
1 Month Later
Cyan woke up to the sound of his scroll ringing. He checked his scroll, and noticed he had gotten a message from Ozpin.
"Since today is the day when the rest of the new students arrive, I would prefer if you spent you the day out of the dorm, like the rest of the students. You can leave your belongings in the dorm. When you get your team I'll just give you the same dorm."
Cyan sent a small reply of OK. He got up and looked around the room. He had put away his things in one of the dressers that had been included with the room, along with three other beds, a second dresser, and a small folding table.
Cyan took a quick shower, then he got dressed, and strapped his sword to his back. He cleaned up the rest of the room, so it wasn't overly disorganized. Once he finished, Cyan walked out the door, and started walking towards the main grounds.
After Ozpin's opening speech, to which Cyan zoned out, out of boredom. Cyan started walking around the school, looking for someone to talk to.
Cyan noticed a green-haired boy sitting in front of one of the trees, that were on Beacon's campus. Cyan noticed that he was wearing a green shirt with a picture of a tree on it, a blue vest, tan cargo shorts, and a pair of brown, pink, and white running shoes. There also seemed to be a green rope tied around his waist, along with a small pouch.
'Weird combination,' Cyan thought 'I like it.'
Cyan walked over to the boy, and noticed his eyes were closed and he had an earbud in one of his ears. Cyan sat down in front of him, crosslegged, and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy's eyes opened, he looked over to see who was waking him.
"Hi," Cyan said "I'm Cyan Matu, pleasure to meet you." Cyan held his hand out for the boy to shake.
The boy said nothing, and instead put his hand in his pocket, and brought out a small notepad and pencil. He wrote something and then turned the pad around, showing Cyan, while putting his oher hand, taking up Cyan's offer of shaking hands.
'Feirin Wald (pronouced fair-in wall-d), pleasure's all mine.' the notepad read.
"What's up with the notepad?" Cyan asked, letting go of Feirin's hand.
Feirin started writing on the pad, and then turned it around again. 'I have extremely underdeveloped vocal cords.'
"How underdeveloped?" Cyan asked again.
Feirin started writing again. 'Imagine shouting a five-page long speech, five times over without a break,' Cyan imagined the scenario 'that's what it feels like for me to say my name.'
"Yeesh, sucks to be you," Cyan said, being more blunt that a baseball bat to the head "What are you doing out here, by yourself."
'People tend to avoid me, because they think I'm one of those dark, silent types,' Feirin wrote 'I'm actually a bit of a motormouth, or motorhand in this case. Wait, that doesn't sound right.'
Cyan was laughing at the smaller boy's mistake, when his stomach started growling.
"Heh, heh," Cyan said, scratching the back of his head "I forgot to eat to this morning. I think I'm going to the cafeteria, want to join?"
Cyan waited for Feirin's response. 'Actually, I think I can help you with your hunger problem.' Feirin stood up and placed his hand on the tree behind him. His hand glowed green with aura for a second, then apples started growing from the branche's of the tree.
"Awesome, those things look really good, thanks man." Cyan said. The blue-haired boy tried to get up, but fell back down instead. He tried again, but to no avail.
"Ummm, Feirin." Cyan said. Feirin looked up at him, with a face that said 'Yes?'. "I think when I sat down, I planted my sword into the ground."
Cyan could tell from his facial expressions that feirin was laughing at him, even though the green-haired boy couldn't speak. "Will you just help me, dangit!" Cyan yelled.
Through the combined effort of Cyan and Feirin, Cyan's sword was excavated from the ground. Cyan celebrated with one of the apples, Feirin had grown. Cyan took a bite of the red fruit, and another, and another, until the only thing left was the core.
"Man, that really hit the spot!" Cyan said, tossing the apple core into a nearby garbage can "Is that your semblance? You can grow fruit?"
Feirin gave a silent chuckle, and started writing. 'Not exactly, my semblance gives me control over most plants, even dead ones, but the most I can do with those is move them a little bit.'
"Cool, that must be really useful." Cyan whistled.
'Yeah, you should see what I can do in a topiary garden.' Feirin grinned as thinking about an old memory.
"Wish, I could do that, my semblance is a bit unorthodox, to say the least," Cyan said "I can..."
Cyan was interrupted by the sound of the PA turning on. "Attention, all new students, dinner is being served in the cafeteria. Afterwards, you'll have to set up your sleeping arrangements for the night. You need to be well rested for intiation tommorow." the PA system turned off with a beep.
"Well looks like, we better get to the cafeteria. Come on, Feirin." Cyan said, waving Feirin along.
Dinner at Beacon was to die for. In fact, if Feirin hadn't been there to pat him on the back, Cyan would have died for it.
After the luxurious meal, all the new students had set up sleeping arrangements in the auditorium, except for Cyan who preferred to sleep in his sweatshirt, rather than a sleeping bag. Before they had to go to sleep, Feirin and Cyan were sitting at one of the walls of the large room. Feirin was listening to his music, and occasionally sipping froma soda he got form the vending machine. Cyan was reading a book he had found on a shelf in the room, something about a man with two souls.
Disiniterested with his book, Cyan asked Feirin what music he was listening to. Feirin offered him an earbud, Cyan took it and slipped it in his ear. Rock music was playing, and Cyan heard the guy singing say something about Otis Redding.
"Didn't take you for a rocker, Feirin." Cyan joked handing the bud back to his friend.
'No one ever does.' Feirin wrote. Cyan had found out there were a lot of things about Feirin, that his lack of speech did not suggest. Some of these things including, that he was very easily frightened, and that he was quick to get into friendly agruements with people.
Cyan's thoughts were interrupted, when he heard someone loudly complaining about something. He looked over and noticed a fairly large guy, with orange hair and purple eyes.
"I can't believe I have to sleep in a room full of animals and idiots." the man shouted.
'That must be Cardin's little brother.' Cyan realized.
"Hey Feirin." Cyan said. The green-haired boy looked up at Cyan. "Can I have that soda can, you finished it, right?" Feirin nodded and handed him the can, his face seemed to ask "Why?".
"Oh, you'll see." Cyan said, with that he winded back his arm and threw the can. The can flew in a perfect arc right on top of the head of Cardin's little brother. The large man looked frantically for the person who threw the can at him.
"Over here, jackass." Cyan waved.
The man stomped over to Cyan, seemingly getting angrier with each step. "Do you know who I am." the man yelled.
"No, and frankly I don't care," Cyan said, putting his hand on the man's shoulder "What I do care about is sleep. So, if you don't shut up, and got to sleep. I'm going to crush your shoulder into a bloody pulp." Feirin noticed Cyan's hand glowed black for a second, after that the orange-haired man had grown more frigtened of the boy, who was a couple inches shorter than him.
"Do we understand?" Cyan asked. The large man nodded feverishly, before practically running from the blue-haired boy.
'What was that?" Feirin wrote.
"Oh, you mean the thing with my hand?" Cyan asked, when he saw Feirin nod, he continued "My semblance allows me to change people's emotions, it only lasts 10-15 minutes. My aura changes colors depending on what emotion, black is fear. It also helps me read people's emotions better. Don't worry though, I would never use it on someone who didn't deserve it, or at least the negative emotions."
Cyan sat down finishing his explanation. "Anyway," Cyan said, pulling his hood over his head "I'm going to bed, see you in the morning." With that, Cyan closed his eyes, and went to sleep.