I do not own RvB nor RWBY. They Belong to Rooster Teeth

After the hectic initiation and the honestly boring ceremony, the troopers from Gulch were now given free time to go to their dorms to rest. Honestly, it was a miracle that the teams managed to plead the headmaster to just call them Blue Team and Red Team instead of having to form color names of their teams using the first letter of their names.

Since they were unevenly numbered, their group consisted of this: Blue Team will have Church, Tucker, Caboose and Doc, while the Reds get Simmons, Grif, Donut, and Lopez. Locus and Felix were considered auxiliary members of the two teams, should they need any assistance and Sarge was given a staff job, but only as an assistant. Those three were given their own rooms to stay in.

The Blues were now making their way through the corridor trying to find their own room. As they did, they encountered a team that was also heading towards them. Both teams stopped in the hallway as each member stared at one another for a few seconds, silently. Blue team was facing them head on while the other team had three looking right back at them while one had his back facing them instead.

Church decided to cut the silence by talking to them. "Oh, hey uh guys." The Blues' leader looked at his teammates for help but found none, so he groaned and begrudgingly introduced his team to the other group.

"The name's Church, Leonard Church and the leader of Blue Team. These are my teammates-" he pointed to each one as he said their names.

"Tucker"

"Sup" The aqua sim trooper greeted.

Church then pointed to another one. "That's Caboose." "Hello!" said blue merrily greeted the students. "And the last guy, that's Doc."

"It's nice to meet you guys. Although my real name is Frank DuFrense. These guys only call me Doc for short." The medic introduced himself politely.

"It's nice to finally meet you as well Blue Team!" The newcomer said. "Allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Glen Birch. You can call me Birch for short.". Birch wore a cobalt blue t-shirt with slightly faded jeans. He also had blue running sneakers on. The guy had a fair complexion with black slicked back hair and brown eyes. He was armed with a combat shotgun

"And I'm Tony. Langston Tony" the one beside him piped up. Their tall, muscled member who had a grumpy look to him remained silent while the other one was busy with his own devices. Tony is a dark-skinned individual with hair styled in a small afro. Dressed in a teal long-sleeved button shirt with pockets, dark blue jeans and black business shoes, he had a friendly aura with him as he flashed a cool smile. He had a sniper rifle slung to his back.

Tucker and Church shared a look before Tucker responding. "You guys seem different yet oddly familiar…". Church silently agreed to as well. There was a sense of Déjà vu about the group before them but he just couldn't place it. Maybe he had met them before or not.

"Oh" Birch said "maybe you've heard of us. Tony, tell them our group name, the one Ozpin gave us."

"Okay!" Tony happily complied. "We are GLUE Team."

"Nah, ain't ringing any bells." Tucker responded.

"Oh my fucking god…" Church whispered. Seriously, who names a team after a school supply? Were the huntsmen academies really that crazy into naming their teams or was this just a fucking coincidence? Or could it be that the Headmaster was smoking drugs and was high. He dreaded to imagine what his team would be called if they followed the stupid rule. It would probably be funny and might have the others laughing at them, including their comrades from Gulch.

"Glue?" Doc asked, perplexed of the team name as well.

"Yep, it is because glue reminds you of the color white!" Birch replied.

Tucker snorted before supplying. "I could think of other stuff that could remind you of white, bow chicka bow wow.". Church elbowed him for that but it didn't stop Tucker from grinning wildly.

"And we'd promise each other to stick to each other at all times like glue" supplied Tony.

Tucker would have made another joke but was shushed by Church.

"I do not get the joke." Tony said, confused as to what Tucker was implying. "It's best if you didn't" Church said back.

Birch then had an idea as he suggested to the others. "Well, how about we tell you a bit about ourselves."

"Please do" Doc agreed happily.

"Please don't" Church refused but it fell on deaf ears.

"Well okay then, my name's Birch. I'm what you call a pretty chill guy. I use a shotgun in fighting" he showed them his weapon "and I always practice with it so I could become proficient in using it and have perfect aim and accuracy."

Tucker coughed meaningfully while Church looked at him sideways while glaring with irritation.

"My hobbies also include playing video games. But I play it just so I could have fun, but not too seriously. It is because I might become vulgar and start to curse at others which would be very disrespectful. I also am happy to be granted the role of leader of this team and I would do my best to help my teammates reach their full potentials."

Church was bored at this very cheesy explanation. "Yeah…" he replied with no warmth as he yawned but Birch did not seem to mind.

"The name's Tony. I'm what you'd probably call the ladies man of the group. I believe that we should all treat women respectfully and not just our playthings. I'm looking forward to form a meaningful relationship with my current girlfriend, which I have" he showed them a picture of his romantic partner, who was actually pretty "and I also say that thinking about other women in a sexual or perverted way is totally wrong."

"You sound like a virgin." Tucker replied aridly.

"That's because I am. Virginity is cool ya'll, remain pure and clean." Tony smiled as he looked towards his other teammates. "Vamoose, it's your turn buddy."

The big guy remained silent but kept his grumpy face on. He was wearing a blue denim jacket with a white hoodie under it. He had brown cargo pants and was wearing casual boots. An LMG was carried at his side.

"Sorry about him guys, he's like the bad boy of our group." Birch apologized. "Hey, Vamoose, buddy. You think you could introduce yourself to our new friends here? Come on, don't be shy now." he asked nicely.

"If I wanted to talk to a bunch of fucking losers, I'd talk to your grandmas, hah!" *slap*

The blues, save for Caboose was confused by the snappy reply. "Did you just high five yourself?" Church questioned carefully, hoping his face would not get caved in by an aggravated punch from the agitated giant.

"Vamoose, that's mean." Tony reprimanded

"Ugh, fucking fine. The name's Ulysses K. Vamoose. Call me Vamoose if you can't pronounce my first name properly, pricks. Like what Birch said, I'm the bad boy of this posse. Being the bad boy means that I can be mean and rude to others and can yell vulgar and slang words like fuck, or shit for example. I just want to curse because I want too. Like this. Fuck! And if you got a problem with that, then I don't give a shit because what type of bad boy would? Certainly not me cuz I'm the baddest!"

Everyone remained silent after that rant but Birch chose to apologize on his friend's behalf.

"I'm really sorry about that guys, he's just not in the mood today."

Church who wasn't fazed at all decided to tell Birch that it was alright. "Nah dude. By our standards, what your friend just said is completely normal for us. There isn't a day that hasn't gone by without us uttering a single cuss at each other."

"Yeah. You would have to hang out with us more to understand." Tucker continued.

"I see," Tony muttered. "Well then, now we have our last member here who has to introduce himself.". He looked to where the last one was standing. His back was currently facing the group and it appeared that he was reading something.

"Ehem. Broc, if you please?"

"Huh?" the guy asked confused before realizing that he was at the center of attention now. "Oops, sorry." He faced them but his magazine was dropped.

It said Busty Atlesian Beauties at the title. Tucker was curious but Broc quickly scooped it up. "Sorry man, no touchies. Especially my porn. It only belongs to me" he said as he slipped the magazine in his lab coat.

"Dang it." Tucker complained.

"The name's Evan Bradley. I'm the team's so-called 'healer'" he added with his fingers "For some reason, these idiots call me Broc. I mean seriously, my name's not that hard to pronounce. It's only four syllables."

"I can relate to that." Doc added.

"It actually is" commented Birch.

"No, it's not." Evan or 'Broc' retorted. He was a lanky individual with unruly brown hair held back by a headband. He was wearing a purple t-shirt with an open lab coat over it. He had ripped jeans and sneakers to compliment his look. He also had a bandolier full of combat knives strapped to his chest along with vials of dust and what looked like throwing potions as well.

Church felt that this introduction was going longer than what was necessary so he quickly made up an excuse to wrap up this impromptu gathering. Tucker seemed to understand well as he was beginning to get bored and disinterested.

"So, it was nice meeting you guys and getting to know some of you but we are really tired and need to find our dorm room. Sooo… I guess we'll catch up next time? Not so soon I hope" he said with Tucker nodding in agreement.

"Oh sure. It was also nice meeting you people as well. Take care now." Birch said to the Blues before gesturing to his teammates. "Come on guys, let's find our room as well."

By the time they were gone and out of hearing distance, the blues were still there in the hallway, confused as to what just happened.

"They seem like really nice people." Caboose began.

"Of course, you'd say that" Tucker said as he looked to his other teammate "Do they remind you of someone or, someones?"

"I don't know dude. It's like I can remember but I just can't place them in the people we have met." Church shrugged.

"At least we've interacted with the locals." Doc added.

"Yeah, that too. Come on you guys, I'm getting tired. Let's go find that stupid dorm room."

On the floor above them, the reds were also having difficulty of finding their dorm room as well.

"You know, I can't remember whether this key card is sixty-nine, or ninety-six." Grif muttered as he held the key card both up and down. Honestly both numbers look the same if they were inverted so you honestly can't blame him for being confused.

"Dang it, doofus. What position was the number in when Goodwitch gave you that card?" Simmons irritatingly asked, annoyed at his partner's incompetence.

"I honestly forgot cuz I didn't pay any attention." Grif replied without a care. This only frustrated Simmons even further. "You could have at least heard what she said or took a glance at the card. Or you could have fucking waited for me to be the one to get it."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault that you took so long in using the bathroom. Besides, she just kept handing everyone these things quickly." Grif defended himself.

"Maybe I could figure out the position for you my friends. I know a ton of them and some of them are very intricate to perform." Donut tried to help.

"We meant the number on the card Donut!" Grif hissed. Simmons sighed, thankful that Tucker wasn't here with them to hear that.

"Era el número seis, idiotas. (It was the number six idiots)" Lopez told them as he tried to get the card but Grif stuffed it in his pocket.

"Lopez, I know you're tired but we've been standing in this hallway as long as you have been so quit complaining." Simmons tried to tell Lopez, completely mistranslating what the robot had said.

"¿Por qué siempre insistes en traducirme pendejo? (Why do you always insist on translating for me asshole?)"

"We're never gonna find our room at his rate." The maroon member of the reds grumbled. Grif scratched his belly before lazily replying. "You know, we could always sleep outside. They have benches and we got our armor. Mosquitoes won't be a problem."

Simmons completely ignored the stupid plan as he grabbed the card from Grif's pocket. He examined it for himself before completely giving up. "How about we ask those guys for help?" Donut suggested as he pointed to four dudes clad in armor. Simmons, being socially awkward was having thoughts but Grif pulled the card out of his hand and showed it to the four students.

"Hey, ya mind helping me with this?" he asked.

"Who the heck are you?" the leader wielding a mace asked. "I'm Grif. How about we ditch we small talk and just tell us what number this is?"

The guy grabbed the card and inspected it. "It's number ninety-six, right across our room. You had the Beacon logo upside down which was why it looked like sixty-nine. The name's Cardin by the way." The guy now named Cardin said as he gave Grif the card.

Grif said his thanks and accepted it. As he did, he could hear Simmons whine about how he missed that crucial part which could at least had them find and enter their room hours earlier. Ah well, better late than never they always say. If Tucker were here, he would have complained that it wasn't sixty-nine. Either way, Grif didn't care. All he wanted was to catch a date with the comfy bed that was waiting for him and call it a day.

END

Sorry for the delay. I had too much fun playing Halo MCC and Halo Infinite multiplayer. Also, GLUE Team, why the heck do they seem so familiar? I just can't figure it out. Maybe you guys can.