Remnant -The World of RWBY-

Big black eyes stared at words upon a tan page of a book. Dark purple hair was up in a bun as dark violet ears were attentive, twitching at sounds. A plain black shirt that hung off the right shoulder, and shirt black shorts were the pajamas that covered the paleish skin.

The only sound that could be heard was the turning of pages from the occupants of the library. “You all should be in bed!” A teacher scolded as they entered the place. Violet only softly closed her book and rose.

Hazel was asleep somewhere in the ball room, but not too far from his new found friend Crystal. Although his body was twisted a bit in what most would think as a uncomfortable position, he was perfect sound asleep, turning every now and then.

The rest of the night played out rather calmly, as everyone saw to their own needs and enjoyed their first night in Beacon Campus. Sevio for one would be sound asleep in his corner, peacefully facing away from everyone with his spear kept close for comfort, but hidden away so no one else would see it and think he intended to be a threat.

The following morning, Sevio wakes up fairly early, and sits up to stretch, popping his neck a little and giving a few silent grunts before getting up and heading to the bathroom to get changed back into his normal gear. Back in the ballroom shortly after, he'd make quick and quiet work of rerolling his bedding and cleaning up the corner in which he chose to sleep. He still felt less than social at the moment, though he gazed around and saw all kinds of people approaching one another and chatting and being all buddy-buddy with one another. The surroundings tugged at his heartstrings, but he chose to stay distant and keep to himself.

He'd make his way back to the bathroom after gathering up his bedroll and supplies. A good habit followed of brushing his teeth and cleaning up after himself, as he expected no one else to help him. Shortly thereafter, he'd head to breakfast. It was a welcome sight to see the cafeteria staff having large stacks of pancakes, and he'd actually smile for the first time since he'd gotten there. Getting his food and a chair, he'd start to eat alone, keeping his eyes on his food and not looking around at anyone else. He didn't expect anyone to try talking to him nor did he expect to hear the rumor of teams being chosen, which caused his stomach to churn.

He could only pray that those rumors were false, but deep down he knew they were right. He did wonder though, exactly what today would hold for him and how today's events would play out. He'd just have to see.

Soon black iris eyes would open and be blinded by the bright seeping through into the library. The orbs would open and close a few times, trying to get rid of the black dots that clouded the vision.

“I should go cleanse myself.” A feminine voice entered the world as shuffling could be heard. And the panther with the name of Violet rose off of a chair. After a few seconds the slightest ‘thump’ could be heard coming from the quiet steps of the Faunus.

After Violet was clean and dressed she made her way to the cafeteria, for she was quite hungry at the moment.Upon reaching the area she would get some food and walk over to an empty part of a table.

Reggie made it on time to meet the transporter from the family, after exchanging greetings he was given four medium sized cases with his new gear. After equipping some of the new knife belts he took the last case with him as he went to the dining hall for a light meal.

After gathering his food he found a nice place so he could finish his work. Opening the last case he saw the new arms and a modified version his T&W core for High Tower. “I’m supposed to prototype this? Well, the Grim are thicker than most people… I can tell this core is going to eat thread like a glutton.” He thought to himself as he inspected the larger core then taking a few bites from his meal. “Let’s get theses installed Tower, you and I have our work ahead of us.” He opened the case with his strings and began working on his puppet.

"Ugh, that was not a pleasant slumber," She shook her head, attempting to dispel the groggy feeling she had, however it only increased her nausea and wooziness. So, with a slight groan, Aiko stood from her small mattress and rubbed her eyes. She gathered her things and stepped out of the ballroom silently. The sun intensified the grogginess, and while she tried to keep up a brisk pace, she felt the need to slow down. Arriving in the dorms, she moved for the showers, undressing quickly and turning the water in one area to the highest heat possible.

The feelings of nausea and dizziness slowly washed down the drain as she sleepily washed herself and while no one was in the showers she indulged herself in a slight groan of enjoyment. The shower left her in a state of contentment as she exited. Drying, dressing and running a brush through her hair. Aiko now walked towards the dining hall, which was a short walk due to the distance between the dorms and the food court.

The girl entered silently, a pleasant smile on her face as she looked about. As she stepped forward, striding past the long tables, a comment came from her, "This is quite a large dining hall," Sevio caught her eye for a miniscule amount of time, but otherwise he went unnoticed amongst the large amount of space.

Aiko accepted a plate of pancakes with a small amount of syrup and proceeded to find a seat, a small word of thanks directed towards the staff. She sat a fair distance away from Sevio, as his posture gave the notion that he would rather not be talked to. Pulling a fork from one of the rolled napkins in front of each seat, Aiko began to eat quickly and quietly.

((Finally accounting most people I guess I'll post))

He woke up early in the morning from sleeping sitting up. The briefcase was used as a cushion for his back and to prevent anything from being stolen. He scanned the room before standing up from his position. Not a speck of tiredness lingered in him but he decided to clean up himself. The briefcase was carried by him to the bathroom, so only leaving behind his suitcase. Shower, cleaning, brushing teeth, the usuals. He put on his holsters with the two hand held weapons secured in. The suit armor in his briefcase shorten into a belt which he wore before leaving. The other set of armor was still in the briefcase for...other uses.

He arrived at the cafeteria, gathered some food, and sat down somewhere, a little fare way from the rest of the people. The briefcase was on the table in front of him. In the lack of entertainment, he read a book while he ate.

Wondered around for the remainder of the early day, he never really slept much to begin with, living in the wild he ahd to keep his wits about him. In the late AM he began noticing people was starting to wake upa nd he starts heading for the cafateria/dinning hall as he noticed thats whre a majority of themw as going, he looks around for a moment seeing everyone that was there he cna help but think about how many people was really at this academy. He walks up and gets himself a plate of eggs bacon and a biscut and some gravy and heads to a table where no one else was really sitting and he sits down by himself, he then pulls out a book and he begin reading it, it wasnt an advanced book or anyhting just soething he hoped would help him getting used to social life

“Last one.” The puppet twitch as Reggie unplugged the original core causing the energy threads that connected it snapped and faded. He placed the core in a compartment in the case then took a few more bites of his breakfast. “Alright, let’s get this in and slide on your arms.” Strings shot out from his fingers and attached themselves to the new core, and with a mental command the core began to spin in place while pulling the thread inside it. “Yeah, yeah, eat up you glutton” He smirked as he took some time eating while the core gather thread.

(I'm sorry for the long wait! I had to deal with a ''writer's block'', but I managed to fight it. And also, please excuse this way-too-long post, here's a potato. Anywho, have fun reading!)

The speech was surprisingly brief, without any extravagances. It wasn’t disappointing, but maybe that Amra had imagined something a bit different. As students started to get up and leave the room, something had caught her attention. The Professor was about to leave the stage, but a young man stopped his action. She couldn’t help to imagine what kind of conversation they were having. If a hand hadn’t brought her back to reality, she would have probably ended up staying there until the end of their talk.

‘’Hey, you’re coming? ’’
It was an acquaintance; someone that she had met on the plane. She smiled in embarrassment and followed the person. Before leaving the place, she looked one last time at them. The boy was walking away. He looked frustrated, she felt bad for him. She then thought about the green-haired boy that she met earlier. She scanned the area, but he had disappeared with the other students.

She spent the afternoon chatting with other new students. It was nice to discover new faces in a new environment. She kept smiling and laughing as if everything was perfect. They weren’t, but who cared; it wasn’t as if she could rush everything. For now, Amra couldn’t do anything about it. She had to convince herself that everything was alright.

The ballroom was crowded, for some reasons, she wasn’t comfortable. The professor’s speech was looping in her head. Why did she have to think about that now? She invented an excuse, a few minutes later she was in her designed room. She felt like crying. Everything was messed up. Seriously, what was she doing here? Why had she decided to come here, she could have easily asked someone else to help her… But she knew why. She covered her eyes as if the whole world was looking at her. The moon was pushing away the shadows that were trying to cover her face. If only the stars could talk, she would have so much to say.

Why? They would ask her. It was simple…

‘’Because I started everything, I must end it myself. ’’
StormWeaver was sitting in her hands. With a simple click, the blade opened. A flower was growing on the fan’s fabric. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t convince herself. Nothing was alright, and it was why she left everything behind. She undressed and changed into her night clothes before falling asleep under the moon’s reassuring whispers.

Her slumber had been short, constantly cut by the remorse that was hunting her unconscious. For a few minutes, she looked at the ceiling. Her mind was empty. The burning sun had started his ascendance into the undecided sky. Soon enough, the birds would sing their morning serenade; she got up. Today was the day: she will show her skills for the first time to the teachers. No mistakes would be allowed, if they judged her as unworthy, it was the end. She splashed some water on her face before arranging her long hair into two low pigtails. She opened her suitcase to find her fighting outfit: A sleeveless turquoise top followed by a see-through material and a high-waisted black legging that would stop a bit under her knees. This clothing was made to let her move freely due to her combat style that was based on precise and large movements.

After brushing her teeth, Amra put on her brightest smile and walked towards the cafeteria. Obviously, the room was half empty; after all, it was still early. While waiting in line, she noticed a few familiar faces. Somehow, the place was filled with a heavy air. The girl thanked the woman who had put two small waffles on her plate and headed toward the tables. Choosing a seat next to a window, she put her dish down and started eating. She tried to remember her training, her mentor’s advice as more and more students would enter the room.

Hazel woke up and groaned, rolling his neck and popping it. Sleeping on his case was something he wasn't going to do again for a while at least. He rolled over and did his morning routine, twenty one armed push-ups, twenty for each arm. After getting his daily push ups out the way, he opened his his suitcase and pulled out a sleeveless shirt, trench coat with plenty of inside pockets, and some durable looking pants. After getting dressed, he went to go brush his teeth, fixing his hair in the sink after he was done with his teeth.

After all that, he made his way to the cafeteria, getting in line and waiting for his food. He looked at the stack of waffles he got befire thanking the woman and sitting down, wasting no time in digging in.

Footsteps and idle chatter pried curious eyes open, their owner still tired after what should have been enough sleep. A small groan escaped from his throat before he dragged himself into a sitting position. His back ached from the curse of sleeping upon a mere blanket, tossed messly over a small patch of stone floor that he had claimed for himself. After a brief scan of the room, he successfully determined he was one of the last few to wake up- this, of course, was severely bad. Breakfast period would be nearly over, and the most tastiest of food items would be exhausted.

With this epiphany freshing scorched into his sleepy brain, he shot up from the floor- with a little too much vigour, he noted, as he flew into the roof of the building and bounced right off back onto the ground as if it never occured. This was too much. Carefully crawling to his shaky feet, Greene waltzed out of the ballroom without any intent to acknowledge the fact that yes, that did just happen.

Stumbling into what appeared to be the cafeteria, the flood of noise streaming through the doorway was tremendous. So much so, the effect on him was almost enough to knock him cleanly off his feet. Almost, but alas not enough, but it did add to his already shaky stance. Greene managed to wobble through the sea of undying vibrations, all the way to where food would be served. He was proud of himself, although the pain throbbing through his head served an even prouder reminder to his limits.

Locking and maintaining eyesight with his server, Greene was greatly surprised when an odd stack of square... things, were placed upon his plate. He was about to ask about them when a sudden yell of sorts erupted into his ear and reaching into the most weakest place of his body. Shaken deeply, he staggered away in a half limp to a table. Greene didn't know if he could take his food(?) away from the wretched place and he wasn't going to risk another bout of loudness probing deeper into his brain caused from a watchful teacher.

Once the core was finished he quickly replaced the arms. “Finally done, all that’s left is to check for faults.” He closed the case and began working finishing his food. “Haven’t heard clanking this whole time. I guess that’s a good sign. But as far as I know they only see their Semblances as a right and not a gift.” It annoyed him that he could not fully follow the tenets while he attends this school. “The headmaster here is putting a lot faith in this people. At least I can pray, just not allowed teach.”

After finishing his meal he looked up from his seat to see where the dishes went. “Wait. Do I leave it here? I don’t see anywhere to put it, h-hold on. A-Am I supposed to leave it here, I don’t want to be rude to the staff.” He places the parts in a compartment in the case before he picked up his plate and began searching or a place to put it.

Corban had been out all night memorization campus and the near forests. He had been trained ti be up for long spans of times without sleep. Corban didn't want to go eat in time she cafeteria. Instead he ate one if his food pills. (Food pill: a certain pill time she hat his assasinatio clan perfected a small pill times hehe hat gives you times hehe ha the energy and bue tries of a full pill but in one bite. Very handy and convenient)

Corban ate the pill and decided to take a quick nap. He went to a near bench near the main waterfall and sat on a bench directly facing the main building. He lays down and glanced at the student walking past while slowly started to close his eyes.

The light skinned, yet dark eyes and dark haired Faunus sat upon an empty part of a table in the noisy cafeteria as she attempted to eat her breakfast in peace. Though she knew that wasn’t going to happen because Faunus never seem to be able to be left alone, someone always has to torment them.

Violet was waiting for those moments to happen, it wouldn’t affect her very much, on the outside. But she knew if they started tugging at her ears it would hurt and doesn’t want to have to talk to Ozpin on her first full day at Beacon for fighting at breakfast.

Her dark violet ears twitched as they caught quiet whispers of people talking about teams. She scoffed quietly and tried to tune into a concersation about semblances from behind her.

Reggie searched for a little bit before he found a place to put his dishes. “Good, I hope I have enough time to work on my weapon.” He took a few mental notes on the faunus students. “Hmm… Low numbers and not all of them seem social. ” He made his way back to the table then got back to working on his puppet.

His wires connected to the puppet causing it to twitch before it stood up with a mental command from Reggie. “No delay or backlash, good.” With another command it walked over and picked up its case and activate the shield function. “Alright, close it up and lets go and do some mobility tests.” He commanded before walking away while the puppet closed the shield and followed.

"Would all First Year students please report to Beacon Cliffs for initiation. I repeat, all first year students please report to Beacon Cliffs for initiation."

It was Professor Goodwich on the intercom. Sevio could only sigh and head for the locker room to quickly grab some spare ammo from his reserve, enough to last a good wgile anyway. A preemptive step since he already knew his locker and had his spear with him already, albeit in its collapsed form. He was lucky enough to grab 3 spare clips, putting his total ammo count at 1 active clip of 30 rounds, and three spare of the same count. 120 bullets to survive with while in the Emerald Forest.

He'd then head out and make his way toward the cliffs, when suddenly he spots a pair of bullies stalking a Faunus girl. Sevio recognized her as the same girl he was just asbout to speak to at the introduction veramony just the day before. Normally, he'd have kept to himself and let everyone do their own thing, but bullying was one thing he just couldn't overlook. He'd draw closer to the guys that were following the girl, and as soon as the girl entered the locker room, supposedly to collect her things for the initiation event, the guys started to pick up their pace to catch up to her, likely for a surprise attack. Sevio would take his own opportunity to strike then. Using his Semblance, he grabs the guys by their legs and causes them to trip into each other, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

He hoped the Faunus girl would notice the ruckus and make herself scarce, doing the same himself as his peaceful protest effort was made from about 50 feet away, just shy of his Bungee's max range. A quick turn around a corner and he was gone, satisfied in thinking he had just saved someone from being "welcomed to Beacon" by a nasty prank, or worse... He started to move on, to make his way to the cliffs for the ceramony, but his morals tugged at him and he turns back with a sharp but quiet growl. He had to be sure the bullies were done attempting their tricks, so from a fair distance, he scopes out Violet again and watches the area around her. He wouldn't approach her, but he'd make sure no bullying went on while the first year students collected their gear for the ceramony.

Well consider what I have forgotten what I had him do. He went onto the Beacon Cliffs for initiation.

Preparation include wearing the exosuit taken from the briefcase, as well as his trusty weapons. Ammos were loaded onto various of places on the suit. Due to the suit's specs, he can carry quite a large number of them.

Hazel heard his name called as he was putting his breifcase in his locker, grabbing a fixing his boots and trench coat before he picked up Arclight, which for now was a double headed axe head and a curved shortsword. Hazel put them in their holsters in his hips as he walked out the locker room and to the hills, finally able to getting something to do other than occupy himself. He put his earbuds in and walked his way to the Cliff.

Hearing the announcement. “Hmm, this will be a test by fire I guess.” He didn’t know how hunters are evaluated, but it will most likely have something to do with combat. “Return.” He mentally commanded the puppet to return back into the case so Reggie to carry the case. “Hopefully there will be less blood in this test.” He hooked his arms into the straps on the case and followed the large group of the younger students heading towards the cliff.