Weiss has several regrets about this situation.
"Soooo like... are we related? I feel like we're related." The white haired boy sways on his feet slightly as they continue to walk through the forest.
He is on drugs.
The first person she sees is some arrogant high druggy who thinks he can coast by the entrance exam with nothing more than a frankly bullshit- rich coming from her- semblance! What even is her luck?!
"Anyways, you didn't really answer me. What's the deal with the big wolf things?" The boy continues.
He is so out of it right now that he forgot what a damned GRIMM is!
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!" The girl suddenly snaps. "I come to Beacon thinking that this would be the best for my education but now I am partnered with a thrice-damned simpleton who thought it was a good idea to get HIGH before taking a life-threatening test?! What even is this! You are the picture of IRRISPONSIBILITY!"
His hand suddenly lashes out, causing the white haired girl to squeak, and quickly dive to the side. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU BRUTE?!"
She draws the rapier pointing it at him.
"Hnnng? Sorry... you had this weird bug... about to- *Yawn* go in your ear..." The boy sways slightly, raising his hand as she can see a- a grimm!? A grimm the size of an insect was about to enter her ear?!
He squishes his fingers together causing a small wisp of smoke to collapse inwards like a miniature black hole... then promptly transform into a bullet that would fit into a high-caliber rifle.
"Haaah? Rudra. Why's this so big?" He gestures animatedly at the bullet as the t-talking sword on his back seems to speak again.
"It seemed to be stronger than that wolf creature... not physically... but maybe it had a bothersome ability."
A grimm stronger than an Alpha Beowolf nearly entered her ear- when she didn't have her aura up as she saw no threats- and did GODS KNOWS WHAT to her!
Her heart thuds in her chest as she audibly swallows.
She nearly died. Or worse.
"Mnnn." The boy in front of her simply hums.
"Who- Who even ARE you?!"
"Phainon... grandson of Sparta. My dad's a deadshit piece of beat." Weiss blinks twice at that, eyebrow twitching. She feels immense gratitude at the fact that her life was just saved... however that gratitude is being quickly overwhelmed by her steadily increasing irritation.
"Why did you EVER think it was a good idea to do drugs before fighting?! Tch- I am NOT happy with you!"
"To be fair... I don't entirely blame him for that."
The teen trips over a root and faceplants, causing the white haired girl's face to flatten.
"What do you mean by that, sword?"
"It was more he fought something that released a bunch of gas than personally chose to breathe it himself... the fact he is even alive right now is quite surprising, actually... I know if I still had lungs I might be unconscious right now and demons are notoriously resistant to poisons."
"Demons." The girls deadpans.
"Yes."
The girl lets out a long sigh, rubbing her face with both of her hands as the boy has to pick himself up. "So... partnered with a boy and his talking sword... he is just reckless, then... fighting some gas grimm? That... is better than an active drug user, I suppose."
"Ooooh! I took a video of the fester juck!" The teen pulls out a rectangular box of glass and metal that looks like a REALLY archaic scroll, promptly drops it, and has to pick it up.
He pushes a few boxes on the screen and opens up some sort of camera app. He plays a video.
The girl's eyes narrow slightly at the screen before- oh twin gods of all that is holy what the fuck is THAT?!
It looks like some sort of half man half spider robot and- is- is that BONES?! "Ah... Poppy..."
It SPOKE!?!
Phainon promptly drops the device again, causing the video to stop playing. "Oops."
He picks it up again, but this time does something else. He enters selfie mode and gestures to the girl. "He, So. I'm in a weird ass forest now, I'm high off my gourd. This is probably my cousin-"
"I am NOT your cousin." The white haired girl deadpans.
"She probably has daddy issues like I do." He continues.
"EXCUSE YOU?!"
"And I... ah... nnn... zzzz..." He seems to ACTUALLY fall asleep for a few seconds only to snap awake a moment later. "We're probably going to have to fight somewhere super dramatic... its what our fathers would want."
"You haven't even MET my father!" Weiss snaps.
"PEOPLE?!" A new voice gasps.
"OH TWIN GODS DAMN IT!" The white haired girl shouts.
"oooooh..." The new girl winces. She has chin-length red hair, pale skin, and silvery eyes. In her hands in a large red scythe that seems to have been combined with a sniper rifle. "It's... you..."
She blinks twice. "And... you... already have a partner! YES!"
She raises her hands in victory.
"What do you mean by that?!" Weiss growls. "I already have to deal with one childish out of his mind person right now! I don't need to babysit ANOTHER person!"
"A new challenger!" The drugged one weakly announces.
"Uh... what's wrong with him?" The silver-eyed girl's gaze briefly flickers to the stumbling boy.
"Gas Robot." Pipes up a voice the newcomer hadn't heard yet.
"Gas Robot?" The new girl blinks, tilting her head slightly.
"..."
"..."
"HOLY FLIPPIN CRAP DID THAT SWORD JUST FRIGGIN TALK?!?!?!"
Weiss lets out a low whine into her palms, tears prickling at her eyes. Beacon wasn't supposed to be like this!
[Split]
Pov: Silver-Eyed Weapon Enthusiast
Oh. My. GOODNESS! This guy has a talking sword! He has a semblance that can make stuff! It's like... enchanted items from a video game! That's SOOOO cool! She'd trade her super-speed in a heart beat for a semblance like that!
"Come this way." The mean white haired girl growls, grabbing the wrist of the coolest dude she has seen since getting here- sorry Jaune- and dragging him behind her.
Her gaze strays over her shoulder, staring right into Ruby's eyes. "Why are you following us?!"
"um- I was kind of hoping that you'd meet someone who didn't have a teammate? Beeesides! There's strength in numbers, right?"
"Tch- do what you want-"
"Heh, big bird." The guy who is stumbling around like her uncle sometimes does suddenly speaks.
The white haired girl blinks... the silver eyed girl blinks... they both look forwards and see a wall of feathers they had almost bumped into.
Suddenly the blue talking sword is in the boy's- Phainon, a kind of weird name, seemingly not based on any color... not that she knows of, at least- hand. He swings it down.
*BOOM*
Smoke fills the air alongside shadow... a massive crevasse had been carved in the clearing the titanic nevermore had been nesting. It floats apart in two halves, body smoking and collapsing into- "IS THAT A BOX OF BULLETS?!"
He- he can turn grimm into stuff... that is... SO COOL!
"Huh... that was actually kind of impressive." The sword comments.
"Hnng gimmy." The boy reaches out a hand and the box flies towards him. "Yeeey."
Weiss' lips are thin as she promptly turns and begins walking in a new direction a ninety-degree turn from where they were heading originally.
[Split]
"Ugh. I need a nap." The white haired boy deadpans.
"Are you finally coming down you addict?" The girl in white beside him asks.
"Hn? Who are you again?"
"Wh- I am Weiss Schnee! Heiress to the Schnee dust company!"
"Ah. A cleaning company. Neat." He mutters.
"Wh- not dust like... lint or dirt. I mean DUST! The crystals that power EVERYTHING!"
"Why not use solar power?" He asks.
"What?" The girl blinks
"What?" He replies before yawning. "Ugh. I have such a fucking headache. My mouth is so dry. Why are we in the forest?"
"We-"
"Rudra, why am I in this forest?" He glances over his shoulder.
"You tried to teleport into your room but you overshot." The blue blade replies.
"Ah." He hums.
"Wait..." Weiss slowly blinks. "Are- are you not taking the Beacon Academy entrance exam?!"
"Huh? Why the hell would I want to go to school? Shit's for nerds." The boy yawns.
He... he isn't going to Beacon...
Wait...
If...
If he's not taking the exam... that means... that means that... her partner... her partner is...
Weiss robotically looks to the red-cloaked girl skipping along in front of them and feels a part of herself die inside.
To be fair. Quite a lot of her inner bits have been dying... her sanity. Her pride. Her patience.
They finally step out into a clearing just in time to see a blonde haired girl punch a bear-like grimm into the air.
There's a quiet gasp from the silver eyed annoyance as she transforms into rose-petals and blurs forwards with a squeal.
"Oh god... it's her..." Phainon sighs causing Weiss to glance to him.
"Watch out for the blonde, white girl-" Weiss opens her mouth to say something scathing, but he simply bulldozes through her attempt to talk and lands a critical blow to her psyche. "When she's not sexually assaulting bar owners she's stabbing white haired teens like us in the heart."
"WH-" Wiess hisses. "What?!"
"Oh... and I don't mean like... I asked her out and she said no so she 'broke my heart' I'm saying she literally stabbed me in the heart... like... with a machete."
"WHAT?!"
"I think I have a scar." He continues.
He pulls his shirt out slightly. "Oh hey. I do."
He lifts his shirt and-
Weiss blinks down a single thought bouncing through her already degrading sanity like a screen saver. 'Oh my gods you could grind meat on those-'
She eventually does spy what the mildly drugged teen was trying to show her, a little white line in the center of his chest about two inches long.
Weiss, of course, says something highly intelligent to this revelation. "Bwuah?"
"Yeah. Didn't even have aura. Stung like a bitch." He yawns.
"Abs." The girl whispers.
"What?" The demon's head turns to her as he tiredly wipes an eye.
"What?" She squeaks.
She takes a moment to briefly re-examine the words that were said to her in the past minute. "Wait... sexually assaulted a bartender?"
"Well, what would you call walking up to a bar owner reaching down and grabbing him by the crotch and demanding he answer your questions three? Then when he doesn't know, you offer him a kiss, punch him in the face when he rightfully refuses you, then promptly shoot up his club because he's 'the mafia' or whatever with dozens of aura-less civilians inside. Myself included."
"..."
The first part had briefly stun locked her for a moment so she hadn't fully comprehended the second bit.
"Wait. Wait wait wait. She stabbed you- She STABBED you in the chest?! Before you had aura?! Why isn't she in prison?!"
"Iunno" the person who has almost singlehandedly given her a migraine shrugs. "Nepotism, maybe? Oh hey, she looks like she's about to piss herself in terror."
Her gaze snaps to the blonde suddenly who had let out a horrified gasp, her face is pale, purple eyes wide. Her body seems to shake uncontrollably.
"I mean, I did kind of shrug off being impaled then promptly threw her through a window." He hums. "Plus I was fighting her pretty much blow for blow before that. So it makes sense she'd be terrified of the 'monster'."
"How do you survive getting stabbed in the heart?!" The white haired girl hisses.
"Oh. I'm not entirely human." He shrugs as if that explains it. "So, like, do you know any good restaurants I can hit up later? Actually... you kind of have that 'rich girl' look to you, want to buy me dinner?"
"What is wrong with you?!" The girl deadpans.
"Probably the forceful exposure to enough opium gas to knock out an elephant? I seem to be getting better though. Does aura let me burn through toxins easier?" He shakes his head. "Bah, who cares. All I really want to do now is-"
A gauntlet slams into his cheek... but his head doesn't even turn. "-to find a place to nap..."
"Hn?" He turns his head, pushing the fist back.
Weiss draws her sword and points it at the blonde as the gauntlet wearing woman lets out a snarl. "STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM RUBY YOU FUCKING MONST-"
But that's all she gets out before the boy raises a fist and almost lazily punches her in the face.
She is sent ragdolling away, kicking up a large dust cloud as she crashes through a tree.
"Yang!" Ruby gasps. "Yang why did you attack him?! What's going on!"
"Anyways, I'm probably going to go now. I don't feel like bullying someone just... so weak."
He practically ate that punch without even blinking... did- did he really beat her without aura?!
Either way, Weiss definitely doesn't want that girl on her team. While she appears slightly strong, that doesn't change the fact that she's nothing more than a criminal thug with anger issues. Honestly? She would have taken the white haired bastard beside her back when she thought he was just addicted to drugs over her. Her personality is bound to cause dozens of issues not just for herself but for the entire team.
She can hear faint shouting slowly getting louder and louder.
She looks up just in time to spy the blonde boy who keeps annoying her smack face-first into a nearby tree.
She follows the path he flew to see numerous trees get knocked down... whatever is doing that seems to be getting closer.
She looks to the white haired teen beside her as he seems to be pondering a box cutter then back to the rumbling earth and falling trees.
"There seems to be something big coming." Weiss casually states, hoping the teen will go out and kill whatever grimm is approaching before he wanders off to gods knows where.
"Hm?" He looks up just in time to see a massive scorpion burst through the tree line, a red haired girl- the one Weiss TRULY hoped to become the partner of- is hurled back, landing on her feet and skidding to a halt.
It appears that even the invincible girl would struggle against such an ancient grimm. It's almost entirely covered in bone, moss clings to its body. Weiss has no idea how long that grimm has been alive, but it has no doubt been hundreds of years for something to grow so... titanic...
"Oh?" Phainon blinks before letting out a low hum. "Good call, White Girl."
And then he's gone. In the time it takes Weiss to blink he had already covered half of the distance between where he was standing and the massive scorpion.
Pyrrha staggers back barely blocking the swing of one of the massive grimm's claws as the white haired teen casually meanders forwards.
"Pardon me, shield girl." He steps around Pyrrha as she is knocked back from a flick of the grimm's stinger.
"H-Huh?" The Mystralian regional champion blinks owlishly. "Wait- It's too strong- we'll need more people-"
"Hn?" He turns, looking towards the redheaded girl as he swings an arm behind him, the back of his fist connects with the side of the stinger, causing it to miss him and impact the ground to his right hard enough to leave a crater.
"This small fry is too strong for you?"
One of the pincers snap down on him but he simply just raises his hands and block the sharp scissor-like edges with his forearms.
He swings his hands outwards, causing the claw to crack around its joint as it is opened farther than it was meant to.
He takes a few quick steps and slams a heel on the top of the scorpion's face plate, right between the eyes.
The beast collapses under its own weight, falling to the floor and writhing.
He reaches out, grabbing its tail, then promptly swings it over his head and slams it into the floor... then he does it again like he's beating out a particularly dirty rug.
Pyrrha is merely left gaping, eyes wide as he spins around and throws it.
The ground rumbles as the legs twitch, some have broken off, the glowing orange stinger hangs loosely from where it is connected to the tail. The white haired teen seems to let out another tired hum. "Alright. Maybe it's a little tough. Where's an industrial sized seafood cracker when you need one?"
He walks forwards rotating his arm and clenching a fist. "Looks like I'll need a little more elbow grease to get to the prize inside... or I could just-"
His hand snakes forwards and slams right into one of its glowing eyes, imbedding himself up to the elbow.
As he rips his arm out crimson clings to the limb for a moment before transforming into wisps of smoke and flying off. The grimm seems to collapse in on itself, smoke billowing everywhere.
"Self cleaning as well?! How convenient!"
He then walks forwards, picking up a military-grade box of what looks like ammunition that has seemingly spawned out of nowhere, offering the dumbfounded redhead a nod, before turning and walking five steps, taking the box-cutter which seems to glow with power...
One swing upwards, one swing horizontally... and there's a portal in the air.
He then walks through it.
"..."
An orange haired girl slinks out of a tree, hanging upside down by her legs. "So. THAT guy was fuckin weird."
"Nora. Be polite." A reserved boy sighs.
No...
Weiss thinks that she- ah- may... have a small point.
Her sanity wouldn't survive if THAT was her partner at Beacon.
She can only hope that this silver eyed kid won't be unbearable.
But, perhaps she does have some potential. Once Weiss is made team leader she'll be sure to whip the girl into shape!
After all, of the group here, who better to lead a team than herself?
Except for perhaps Pyrrha. But teams are four people each. Reasonably she will lead one, Pyrrha the other.
As all things should be.
[Split]
Weiss sits quietly in the Beacon Auditorium, Idly glancing up to a massive screen as she watches another team get created.
It's... not looking good.
Most of the people she had seen at initiation have already been partnered with others.
"-Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xaiolong shall be known as Team Rwby... led by Ruby Rose."
'WHAT?!' Weiss' eyes widen as people behind them politely clap.
"Eh?" The silver eyed girl blinks.
"Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, and Lie Ren shall be known as Team JNPR, led by Jaune Arc. Congratulations to all of you." the white-haired man takes a sip from his mug. "The location and passcodes for your new rooms and weapon lockers will be sent to your scroll shortly."
With that he turns and begins wandering off, followed closely by the blonde deputy headmistress.
Weiss grits her teeth and quickly slinks away from her 'team', quickly approaching the man as he leaves the room.
"Headmaster Ozpin." She grits her teeth, stomping up to the two.
"Ah, Miss Schnee. It is a pleasure to finally meet in person." The man briefly pauses glancing back as the blonde ruffles through her papers. "Do you need something?"
The white haired girl takes a deep breath, steadying her emotions briefly and closing her eyes. "Headmaster Ozpin. You must think I am here to complain about not being team leader. But that is not the case. Yes, I am disappointed at not being selected, however I would learn to deal with it, even if the girl who was selected over me is two years my junior. HOWEVER. What I will NOT accept is being forced to reside in the same room as a criminal."
"Miss Schnee, I am sorry you feel this way but I have good sources that Miss Beladonna holds no connection to-"
"Who- Wait- wait is she ALSO a criminal?! What is WRONG with this institution?!" The white haired girl snarls. "NO! I was talking about that brutish blonde! I watched her strike an unaffiliated civilian with no provocation and said civilian said that she had previously sexually assaulted and beat a nightclub's owner! Then proceeded to shoot the place up with dozens of aura-less civilians inside!"
"Wait. What?" The blonde headmistress sputters.
"I REFUSE to be on a team with someone like that!" Weiss snarls. "and if said girl is not removed- or if I am not removed and placed on another team, I WILL excuse myself from this school and return home at once. In fact, I am considering it anyway if my fourth teammate could even for a moment be considered a crook!"
The handle of the man's mug snaps, his drink spilling on the floor as the cup shatters. "Pardon? Unaffiliated civilian? I am... confused where this even happened?"
"A boy roughly my age had some sort of portal ability bound to a weapon and arrived while heavily inebriated after fighting some sort of chimeric half machine half grimm creature that supposedly produced anesthetic gas. I had assumed that he was also partaking in the initiation, in which case he would have been my partner instead of Ruby Rose, however that was not the case."
"Regardless of that fact, I observed as that brutish blonde beast attacked him without provocation while he wasn't' even looking at her and after he had the thought to WARN me that she had a 'Habit of stabbing white haired teenagers in the chest'."
Weiss notices a slight twitch to the white haired man's eyebrow.
"Miss Schnee. I will certainly look into these claims. We had not yet checked the recordings of the cameras in the forest, merely monitoring the location of the students through their scrolls. But, if what you say is correct, I will be swift in ensuring disciplinary action is hastily enacted."
"And my new team?" Weiss raises an eyebrow.
"I... will need perhaps a little time to do some re-adjustments. But I will see what I can do." The man slowly speaks, trying to placate the infuriated white haired girl.
"I see." Weiss simply stares.
Perhaps she needs to call her sister...
Actually that is quite a good idea if she has any plans to return to Atlas and enter Atlas Academy.
Perhaps she could train directly under her sister? There were times when she came home and tested her, of course, but those were few and far between as the woman despises her father and cannot stand to be within the same building as him for very long.
She herself also came to Vale in order to get out from under her father's thumb, and while she could have done the same as her sister and joined the Atlesian Military, she didn't much care for the military's aesthetic.
However... said military is looking far more approachable after this whole debacle.
[Split]
I sit up with a groan, I'm- hugging a box of ammunition?
What the fuck happened last night?
"Oh. You're awake." I glance upwards to see Rudra hung on a gun-rack above my bed.
I take a brief moment to sift through my memories before clutching my face in my hand and letting out a long groan. "Did I seriously bumble around for over an hour proclaiming how I'm cousins with some random white haired girl?!"
"Yes." The sword simply states.
There's a faint embarrassed blush that appears on my cheeks. "Nnnnnnnnnnnn-"
My head throbs as I flop back onto the bed. Ugh. I've got the mother of all hangovers right now. "Haaah damn. Alright. Fuck this. I'm going out to grab some ice cream."
I... distinctly remember wanting some ice cream sometime in the past twenty four hours.
The box of ammunition rattles, my eyes briefly stray to the smaller box on the bedside table and the sole pistol bullet sat beside it, plus the much larger round that looks like it'd be put in a fifty-caliber.
"And I'll... deal with that later."
I shakily get up from bed, stumbling towards the bathroom to get a drink from the sink.
Looking up into the mirror I can see that I'm pretty disheveled.
To be honest? I wasn't expecting the drug attack of some clown robot.
Yesterday was... kind of an experience.
First I find out I'm attracted to clinically insane monster girls, I figure out there's an entire world of giant ass shadow monsters that turn into bullets when I hit them hard, annnnnd...
No, that's about it.
I should check on puppet girl. Sate my burning question of 'pussy or plastic'.
I also need to find a place to sell more crap. My collection's getting a little large and my wallet a little thin.
Hell, do I even have enough money to go out for ice cream today?
"..."
Probably.
Ugh. I feel like a broke college student.