RWBY: Old Rites (In Character)

ZION WATERS

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Zion scoffed and grinned slightly as he repetitively tapped his fingers on the metal rail. "I doubt anyone would be writing home now. Too excited for Beacon Academy. Well I know I won't be writing a letter. Vale is a crapfest that is being clouded by Beacon" Zion said as he took a glance towards who he was actually talking about. He dressed completely different from him, but so did everyone else. It never bothered him that his family insisted that he stick with this style of clothing. "You seem the same though, but I won't pry..." Zion never really planned to hand his name out to anyone, but he was bored beyond he could handle. 


He pushed himself off the railing and walked to the other side of the boy hoping to see how much closer they were to Beacon. When he truly thought about it, he didn't even want to go to Beacon; he wanted to see Ozpin and the notorious portrait of his mother in the foyer. Hopefully, it would show her face and it would refresh his memory a bit. He felt Kija nudging in the back of his head, feeling excitement for a reason that remained unknown to Zion. HE turned around to face the person he was talking to with his arms stretched out. "Forgive my manners, I haven't talked to new people in a while. My name is Zion, yours?"


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'Optimist but has set feelings about Vale. Wonder why that is?' Koamaru noted the tone and word choice of his acquaintance as he listened. 'Also seems to be able to apply deduction.' He exhaled slowly, stopping his mental notations and pulling his jacket up his shoulder slightly. 'Stop. You're off duty and this is a friendly place anyway. It's rude to analyze people when you've only just met.'


It was both a good and bad habit he had developed. Taking mental notes on people and trying to guess alignments in an individual had saved him from more than a few bad situations. However, his usual crowd were usually less honest than what the average Beacon student seemed to be. They deserved a small amount of trust on his part for having come far enough to be accepted to the school.


Koamaru shifted slightly so his shoulders faced his acquaintance a bit more after he decided to move to the opposite side. The other student seemed a bit anxious to be at least within sight of Beacon. He couldn't blame him, abd he couldn't deny a proper introduction.


He extended an hand to meet with Zion's and tipped his head forward slightly. "Koamaru." He nearly added his title of 'Private Investigator' but stopped himself just as his lips started to purse for the first letter. It had been a while since he introduced himself for something other than business. It felt good to have a casual meeting. "Good to meet you."


@Brook
 
Grau Kohlrabenschwarz


Grau sat upon one of the air ship's many benches, nose practically hurried into the book he was reading, his weapons in their holsters at his side.  He had spoke not a word throughout the whole trip, as no one seemed to interested in speaking to him anyways.  Not that he minded it of course, his father had always told him that normal people, even hunters and huntresses in training were incredibly dull and worse, stupid.  'Stupid enough to trust the Faunus,' his father had always told him, and Grau would smile and pretend to agree purely to avoid conflict.  Personally can he had always had a hard time believing his relative's words about the Faunus.  One of his uncles called them worse than Grimm, but he never saw how.  Faunus were sentient too, and were more often becoming hunters and huntresses, clearing marking them as "good." However, that did not put a stop to the old grudges.  


Sighing, Grau shook his head, continuing to read in order to clear his busy mind. 
 
"Wow... Everything looks small..." Adrian gasped, looking out the window and marveling at the altitude the airship was flying in. She started thinking about how this is what birds see when they fly and figured, 'If I get to see this all the time, I guess birds would too.' Her behavior was an odd dissonance to the clothes she wore. A white shirt with its sleeve rolled up to her elbows, a black vest, grey pants and brown shoes, along with a simple brown hiker's hat on her head. She also wore elbow guards, knee pads and shin guards on top of that along with finger-less gloves on her hands. Suspended on her back via a sling is the collapsed form of her weapon, Peerless Gungir. 


"Hm... I wonder when will we reach Beacon...?" Adrian muttered to herself as she turned away from the window at the group of people nearby. She had half the mind to join in but she couldn't handle a crowd of that size. The last time she tried, she got overwhelmed by all the voice speaking at once and had a borderline panic attack. Still, as He would tell her, "You'll never know unless you try Al. I'm sorry I'm not joining you in Beacon but a guy like me has places to be, people to see, y'know? I know you'll make friends! You just-" 


"-have to try..." Adrian muttered to herself, steeling her resolve, she attempted to take one step forward but instead dragged her left foot forward. That foot collided with her right foot, effectively tripping herself and falling flat on the deck of the airship, her hat floating down to land neatly on her head. 


"........ Ouch."    
 
Cuprum detected someone coming near him. And heard her speak.


"Oh, hey. Nice to meet you, Lyrika. Name's Cuprum Buckshot. You can call me Cup if you want."


He replied with a grin on his face. Okay, someone to talk to. He thought.


"So how are you doing so far? Nervous of the new environment as much as I am?"


He asked as he observed Lyrika's face. Nice hair. He thought. Scratching his chin, he glanced at the window, and cursed the slow speed of the ship. When were they going to reach Beacon? As he was thinking, he realized that he was spinning his butterfly knife, which he unconsciously fished out of his pocket. Mindlessly spinning knife, check. Result: bored. Conclusion: shut up and talk. His thought concluded. He awkwardly grinned and put the knife back into his pocket.


@Tarquin
 
Varien, hearing a loud thump and a pained voice. Lowering the book in his hands, he looked to the floor in front of him to find someone laying there. How they wound up there, he didn't know. He let out a silent sight as he set the book down on his seat as he stood up. Might as well attempt to socialize, never know who his team mates will be. "You alright?" He asked, offering a hand to the individual. It was difficult to tell whether or not they were male or female from their spot on the ground, but the slender frame made him think female. The next thing that caught his eye was the persons weapon, which was collapsed at the time. Their outfit seemed a bit...odd to him, but then again, look at what he was wearing.


@Wandering Hollow
 
Pewter leaned against an interior wall of the airship lazily watching the slow moving propellers. He was unsure how long he had been standing there though it probably wasn't not than an hour or two, but he didn't check what time it was when he got there and didn't care enough to check how long the trip was. After a couple more minutes he finally got bored of the view he had and stepped away from the wall and ran a hand threw his hair. Glancing around the room at the various people seeing if there was anything interesting going on for him to watch, but there appeared to only be people chatting away with friends, reading, or watching the view. With a slightly defeated sigh he made his way over to one of the holographic News projectors to see what the current events are.
 
"Oh yes, very." Lyrika replied to Cup's question. "I've traveled before, even to this city, but I've never gone without my family. This is the first time I'll have to fend for myself." Her own words reminded her of just how out of her depth she was. She was not only going to be in a strange place surrounded by strange people, but she would have to do all her own chores and make her own way around the place. "See, my family is kind of....pretentious? We never went anywhere without half a dozen servants, and we had a whole wing of them at our house, so I'm really new to being independent." She was somewhat regretting the fact that she rejected her father's offer to send some people with her, but she knew it would be just silly for a huntress to have people waiting on them hand and foot. They were supposed to be heroes, not pampered princesses.


Then she noticed that Cup had produced a knife from his pocket. Lyrika was no stranger to weapons, but it did make her nervous, seeing him pull a weapon out like that. It seemed he had just taken it out so he could play around with it. Did people do that for fun normally? Lyrika had the feeling she was going to be surprised by many things people did here if this was any measure. After Cup put the knife away, Lyrika continued, "Well, don't let me prattle on forever; tell me more about yourself." 


@randomizedrp
 
"Heh? Smiles?" Ignacia crossed her legs, quizzically looking up at Agnes. "What are you scheming?" She frowned at her. Ignacia grabbed her cheeks pinching them. "Bringin' up smiles, I don't think Agnes smiles enough. Don't ya puppy?" Dragging her down to eye level. 


Agnes's brow furrowed, grabbing her cheeks back. "And I tink dat tis wittle fox smiles too mawch." She said while Ignacia squeezed her face.


The two of them were scuffling once again. Squashing and pulling each other's cheeks. While Mocha stood in increased humility. Eventually she turned invisible again, "Ahem... I'm just gonna wait for them to stop."


@Clockwork Syringe @Danchou Tsubomi @SpicyWatterson-Kun @Krim
 
Ryuuko held a hand up to cover her grin. What an intriguing group. “I’d prefer for these smiles to be more natural and less…” A snicker came out, but she was trying her best not to laugh too much. “…forced. This year is going to be interesting, is it not?” The last sentence was more directed to the now-invisible Mocha instead of the trio in general. Thinking that she was focusing too much on others in a conversation than the rest, Ryuuko decided to find a way to make it more of a balanced one. A question, perhaps? People seem to enjoy talking about themselves, and they definitely knew about themselves much more that anything else. Well, trying something was better than just standing there and simply saying nothing. “What dreams do you all have for the future? Most of us go to Beacon because of personal goals, so I was wondering if any of you have any specific reasons on why you are training here.”


 Clockwork Syringe@SpicyWatterson-Kun@Krim@Enkye
 
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The two of them paused in their tussle. Agnes speaking up first, "Weww, I tink..." Looking over, she slapped Ignacia's hands off her. "Well, I think I speak for Mocha and myself when I say we're both training for participation in the Atlesian military." Mocha uncloacked herself adding on to Agnes, "That's right, we're both a part of the same peer group in training. You can index us through our callsigns. I am Fang-01, she's Grace-04. But Ignacia is not participating as a member of our corps." Ignacia sat back down on the bench, reclining back, and resting her arms on the back rest of the seat. "Didn't wanna be a part of yer fancy shmancy army either way. I joined as an independent. I'm 'ere to fight grimm and train my body for the one purpose of...", she pointed her arm straight up, lighting the tip of her finger with flames. "Becom'ng a champ brawler!" 


"Igna, that doesn't make a lick of sense." Agnes crossed her arms.


"I agree, I don't see the connection."


"Well, I'm gonna fight grimm hand ta hand. And through that I'll be strong enuff ta decimate people in competition!"


At that declaration, both Mocha and Agnes facepalmed. 


"Bah, I don't care whaccha think. What about you, Ryuuko?"


@Clockwork Syringe @Danchou Tsubomi @SpicyWatterson-Kun @Krim
 
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".... I think so." Adrian simply replied, still face down on the deck of the airship. She slowly turned her head to face the person speaking to her. She shifted her body a little to be able to see the person's face better only to see a helmeted head. She blinked and stared at Varien for a moment, thinking about what she could possibly say to him. 


"... Why are you holding out your hand?" She simply asked, picking herself up from the ground and scooping up her hat. She carefully put it back on her head and tucked her fringe and bangs under it before dusting herself off. As she stared at Varien, she started leaning in close at her refection on his helmet. 


"Strange. Why would you use a helmet to hide you face?" Adrian muttered, reaching out to touch the helmet with wonder and curiosity. She had half a mind to peel it off Varien's head but she remembered that doing something to someone's headgear without their permission is rude and potentially life-threatening. 


@Cruor Flumine
 
Seeing that she was reaching for his helmet, Varien pushed the hand away. "I have my own reasons for that. Ones that I do not wish to share. As for offering you my hand, I was going to help you up."  Varien said as he crossed his arms. Truly, she was a curious one. Perhaps too much for her own good. Ah, can't be helped, she was her own person. Now that he could see her face, it was more obvious to him of their gender. "Regardless, may I ask your name?"


@Wandering Hollow
 
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"Nice to meet you three, although I doubt this is the last time we'll meet with an occurrence like this," Joshua wolfishly grinned. "Dreams Ryuu? Well, I for one hope to follow in my family's footsteps. Become a doctor and all that as well as becoming a huntsman." Joshua pointed to his medicine bag, "You ever need healing, come and find me, I'll give you a hand and patch you up. But as to becoming a huntsman," Joshua lifted his warhammer off his back, "I got old Rolling Thunder here to help me with that. She's a warhammer by appearance, but she can also fire dust rounds. She's a force to be reckoned against grim let me tell you."


@Danchou Tsubomi @Enkye @SpicyWatterson-Kun @Krim 
 
Cup shrugged. Meh, that sounds.... quite interesting. I mean, servants everywhere? He thought.


"Oh, well. Me? Mother's a huntress, dad's a businessman who sells dust rounds. Didn't get to have servants around, and independent doesn't really define me, but I surely spent my childhood with lots of huntsmen and huntresses around me. All those blades and guns."


Cuprum said. As he explained, he remembered of huntsmen and huntresses he saw when he was young, who visited their home with occasional gifts and mostly warm smiles.


"Now, just in case you were wondering, my dad makes custom dust rounds. By far half the rounds on his for sale list is absolutely terrifying to see it hit you. I'm not trying to advertise or something, so that's about it. And my mother. She's a huntress, heart of gold, perhaps. Nice, warm hearted. Never got to saw her fight grimms, though."


Then, he paused. Okay, enough family talk. He thought.


"And there's me. Now willing to be a huntsman. Oh, and, I believe you saw me spin that knife. Hope that doesn't mind you, I've been learning tricks with that knife for several weeks."


Cup explained about himself rather simply.


@Tarquin
 
A long sigh left Alani as she looked out of the nearby window from where she stood, looking down at the distant land beneath her and the rest of those aboard. Here she was, flying toward beacon academy, living one of her greatest dreams right this moment! A slight tingle of excitement raced up the wolfen faunus' spine as her mind wandered to exactly what the academy would be like, what classes would be like, how challenging would her classes be, and what the road to being a huntress held for her. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, the red haired girl looked over to the rest of the youths that occupied the airship, passively observing them as she shrugged her rucksack from her right shoulder and unzipped one of the pockets, the delightful smell of baked goods filling the immediate air around her as she slid down to sit down and lean against the metallic wall behind her. Slipping out a small sweet roll, Alani decided to remain somewhat passive as she munched on her snack and looked about at those that possibly could be her fellow hunters and huntresses in training. 'How many would succeed, how many would fail, would she succeed or fail?' Such questions continued to flit through the redhead's mind as she awaited the ship's arrival at beacon.
 
Pewter's nose wrinkled up as the sickly sweet smell of a sweet roll wafted into the air around him. Turning his head he identified the source of the smell, a girl with red hair munching on a sweet roll only a couple of feet away. Giving a sigh Pewter decided to just suck it up and continue watching the news, the airship would probably be landing soon anyways.
 
   “Dreams are dreams, and despite what others say, they’re obtainable. One simply has to put in the amount of work that it takes to equal your desired results. At that point, it’s highly probable that you have already achieved your goal.” When asked about what her own dreams was, she lowered her head slightly and gave a small smile. “It’s…” Ryuuko laughed and tilted her head slightly, as if she was unsure of her words, though she was skilled at hiding that for the most part. “…simply to serve my fellow people. To help others is a wonderful feeling. My family has always been one dedicated to the people, and I am no different. Perhaps it runs in the blood.”



 
 
...This girl was cool.


The first minute the Girl started talking, she sounded kind of...stiff. Neil opened his mouth, about to reply to her compliments...only for a completely new guy to walk in, causing Neil to give him a look over. Huh. He opened his mouth to greet the new guy...until a girl asked him what a 'Pink Worshiper' was, causing Neil's eyes to widen and for him to slowly turn to her, mouth agape. Shaking his head, he opened his mouth AGAIN...only to realize it was useless considering the universe hated him. So, he watched as the new guy and Ryuu started to talk...and then the girls with the tails and stuff came...and then they started talking about the reasons they came here...huh. Talk about some weird transitions...


"Dunno!" Neil replied when Ryuu was done, shrugging. "Just thought it'd looked fun, so I thought I'd sign up!" Neil said with a grin. Sure, it might've been only half true. but it was still the truth in general. 


@Danchou Tsubomi @Clockwork Syringe @Krim @Enkye
 
   “Well, I’m glad you are here at Beacon, nonetheless, Neil.” Her scroll beeped. As she checked the message, she sighed. “Pardon me.” Ryuuko glanced at the message on her screen and it was, as usual, from both of her parents. An endless string of messages filled the scroll. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep[SIZE=11pt]—[/SIZE]


   She shut off the device and shoved it back into her pocket. Ryuuko would never say it openly, but it was somewhat of a pain to always be checked on. Yes, they were reasonable in the sense that Ryuuko would be facing danger and occasionally risk her life,  yet there was a certain point where worrying was just unreasonable. How many times did she need to tell them that she was capable of taking care of herself? Sometimes she wondered if getting spam messages would be better than getting her parents' usual amount of them.  “My, I must have gotten the attention of some telemarketer, hm? ...On the subject of Beacon, the rumors of the initiation are rather curious. Would it be spoiling you all if you knew? I feel as if the school's staff wants it to be unexpected...”  In reality, Ryuuko's parents warned her ahead of time of what would happen: they'd launch her, she had to figure out how to land, fight Grimm, and...tsk, she had forgotten already. Something about finding a partner? Was that correct? Oh well, she'd learn when they were there.


 @SpicyWatterson-Kun@Krim@Enkye@Clockwork Syringe


 
 
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Hizo watched the people socialize in the distance, and sighed with relief. 'I wish I can socialize as well.' Hizo though as he sighed once more, and he looked out the window to look at the beautiful building that is, Beacon. 'Didn't think I was actually going to make it here. Surprised.' Hizo thought as he slightly grasped his sword with a slight smirk. Hizo looked back once more to look at Mocha's weapons. 'Huh. Interesting. This has some cool weapons. She also looks different from other girls, but what do I know. I haven't even had my first girlfriend yet.' Hizo thought as he chuckled a bit, and went back to looking out the window.
 
The blind girl couldn't physically stare back at Neil, but it sure seemed like she was. "Oh." She said finally, losing interest at record speeds. The one he was talking to, though, brought up something relatively noteworthy. "You've heard something?" She asked Ryuuko, apparently sizing her up for a moment, "...Actually, it's probably better we don't know. This is Beacon's first impression too. I want to see what they've got in store."


@SpicyWatterson-Kun@Danchou Tsubomi
 
Pewter lets out an exasperated sigh, 'How long is this trip going to take?' he mumbles to himself as he looks around for someone to talk to, he wasn't planning to socialize on the trip, he was going to wait until he got to the school to start making friends but if he doesn't do something soon he might go mental, and it would get him away from the sickly sweet smell. Gazing across the room he sees a boy a couple years younger than him (Hizo), who also appears to be alone, 'He might be interesting to talk to for a little while'. Walking over to where the boy is standing "Heyo" Pewter says standing a few feet away. 


@GeoMancy
 
[SIZE=11pt]“You are probably right. I think they would want us to be able to adapt to the unexpected.” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The boy in the distance glanced at them again. Was he actually interested in talking to them? Before Ryuuko could invite him into the conversation, someone else approached him. Hm. Well, that worked out for him. Ryuuko wasn’t used to talking to all these people, even though her parents taught her all these things on politeness and manners. A part of her wanted to adjust how she was talking, but she knew nothing about informal speech, so she had to continue speaking as she was now.  [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“All I can really say is that it will be rather exciting. When we do get our teams, I hope I end up with some of you. I believe we could cooperate rather well.”[/SIZE]


 @SpicyWatterson-Kun@Krim@Enkye@Clockwork Syringe


 
 
[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]As the airship continued it's course, Beacon slowly came into view. The far off sight of towers and courtyards became clearer and clearer until finally a voice crackled over the airship speakers to confirm what everyone was seeing. "Good afternoon, passengers. Well be docking at Beacon Academy shortly. Please locate the nearest off-ramp and prepare to disembark." The speakers popped one last time as the message ended and the ship began to slowly descend towards the school.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Soon, the ship rocked slightly as it connected with its docking area and came to a complete stop. The voice from earlier, presumably the captain, hummed to life over the speakers once again. "Good afternoon, Students. We've arrived at our destination, Beacon Academy. Headmaster Ozpin has invited everyone to make their way to the auditorium immediately after disembarking to listen to the opening address for the new class."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]With those final instructions from the captain, the ramps of the airship slowly opened and folded outwards. The ramps connected seamlessly with the edge of the dock leading into a large courtyard. Students wasted no time in taking their first steps at Beacon, making their way from the airship to the spacious and carefully crafted courtyard. Some students were already walking around when the airship had landed, but now the courtyard was almost entirely full. Small huddles of students dotted the area as they slowly moved towards the auditorium. New friends made on the airship and even previous acquaintances made up the different cliques, but they were all in the same now. They were Beacon students.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Eventually, students took their places in the auditorium facing the stage. Ozpin rarely made big appearances, but the opening address to new students was a tradition. This time, however, was different. The entirety of the staff was in attendance as well as the rest of the students that had already completed their first years. Everyone seemed to have dressed at their very best with school uniforms from wall to wall. The entire gathering seemed amazingly organized.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Most amazingly though was the security for the event. Usually, Beacon was relatively secure on its own. Students had their own weapons and even experience in how to fight back against an array of threats. The staff had their own weapons as well as a wealth of experience as some of the greatest Huntsmen and Huntresses in Remnant. This event though seemed to have a dedicated security detail.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Clad in armor, the forms of a world long past surrounded the center area of the auditorium where new students had been instructed to stand. Knights like these hadn't been seen outside of fairy tales for a very long time, yet there they were. Each one stood at attention, shoulder to shoulder with a similarly armored figure. Every few men in line held a rarely seen banner while the others held a spear in one hand and a should in the other. Their armored looked to have been meticulously polished and crafted to perfection. They seemed more like a well maintained display than men, but every once in awhile one could hear a stray breath escaping one of the helmets.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]The banners each man held hung a vibrant raspberry cloth that leaned more towards a red tint. It was a simple rectangular strip that hung toward the ground and would have been nothing but a nice piece of fabric on display if not for the symbol emblazoned on it in a fiery gold tint. Two crossed swords, one large and the other roughly hand the size sat at the center of the banner. The larger curved word looked as though it would burst into a shimmering flame at any moment due to the way the light played off the paint. The second sword seemed to be a copy of the first but with half the blade broken off. The second sword looked less vibrant, even somewhat damaged with small padded sections around the edge of the blade. The paint used seemed to be different as well. It gave the appearance of the blade being worn as if pulled from the remains of a battlefield.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Suddenly, after waiting and speaking in hushed tones, the auditorium went quiet as the lights dimmed. The room went mostly dark, however the small amount of light served to highlight the knights standing in their formation. They remained stoic as they had before as Ozpin slowly walked up from the back of the stage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]With his cane in one hand and trademark mug in the other, he positioned himself in front of a lone microphone at the edge of the stage. Glynda flanked his right with arms crossed and her usual look of general disdain. His head moved slowly, scanning the room from one side to the other and back again. The display of knights in the middle of the room seemed to have little effect on him. It all seemed to be just another day for him. [/SIZE]



[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]"Students, Welcome to Beacon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]You have traveled here today in search of knowledge--to hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose – direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]A short silence covered the room as for a moment as Ozpin took in a slow breath.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]"That would be my usual address, but today is a special occasion. Before you are sent on your way, I have the honor of introducing a special guest."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Ozpin turned slowly on his heel, passing his mug to Glynda before walking to the back of the stage. A set of lights turned on, casting a soft glow for a few paces in front of Ozpin. The backboard of the stage, somewhat resembling a gate, opened slightly to reveal a woman standing with two knights similar to those surrounding the first year students and seemingly guarding the front of the stage. The knights accompanying the woman seemed to be more ornately armored than the others. The helmets were in a different style and the pauldrons were enlarged greatly.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]The knights stood behind the woman they seemed to be guarding. The woman herself was dressed like the kind of Royalty that knights would protect. Her dress flowed behind her with layers like sheets of ice and snow. Her crown followed the cold theme of ice and snow as well, looking like ice blown by the wind. Her hands were pressed together lightly in front of her with her fingers pointing down towards the ground. Her posture was perfect with her head set facing perfectly forward as well as her eyes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]As Ozpin approached, she turned her head slightly. Ozpin stopped two arms lengths away from the lady and slowly extended his free hand forward toward her, palm facing upwards. Ozpin stopped his movement on a hair as both knights changed their positions quickly. The two that had originally stood at attention with only shields in hand now stood in a stance to charge with their free hands gripping swords hanging from their waists tightly. The other knights in the auditorium followed suit and tipped their spears forward slightly, much to the surprise of those in attendance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]As the air grew suddenly heavy over the auditorium, Ozpin turned his head slowly to the two ornate knights that had started the disturbance of the peace. Ozpin remained expressionless as the helmet of the knight he stared into. He seemed to be refusing to drop his hand, much to the silent annoyance of the knight. With heat quickly building between Ozpin and the mysterious entourage, a sudden wave of calm set upon the room.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]The woman that looked to have been clothed in ice and snow grab fully placed her hand on top of Ozpin's. Without a single word, the knights returned to attention as if nothing had happened. Most students now wore a look of concern and confusion as Ozpin slowly lead the lady and her two guards to the center of the stage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]"Lady Haiqin Yan of Abarat, known to her people as Queen Yan. Please show her the utmost respect as she is here to observe our school and how our young Huntsmen and Huntresses are trained. Our hope is to leave a good impression and assist Abarat in building their own school in the near future.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Lady Haiqin Yan has graciously prepared a few words for our student body so please give her your utmost attention and respect."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Ozpin moved to his right trailing the hand of Lady Haiqin Yan at his side until she was positioned in front of the microphone. As she joined her hands in front of her once again, the knights that had formed formation around the center of the auditorium turned in unison to face the queen, presumably theirs, perfectly. The centerline of each knight faced her perfectly, even down to the smallest angle.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]The Queen's lips moved with a flow like a flower in the wind as she began to speak. Her voice was soft, but clearly spoken. It sounded as if she could have addresses the auditorium without a microphone easily if she wished. She may very well have been able to do anything she wished in general.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]"From Abarat, I greet you, students of Beacon. My deepest gratitude goes to you for aligning yourselves in the class of warriors you call Huntsmen and Huntresses. Men train their entire lives for the defense of Abarat. At your age, they may have only just received their first real blade. I have yet to observe your deed personally, but your Headmaster is assured that you, his students, are warriors of high caliber even now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]I thank you for the opportunity to learn your trade and your ways. My hopes are for the best future between Abarat and Beacon."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]As the queen ended her sentence, her head bowed slightly, queuing the knights behind her to take a step forward and flank her sides. All three turned, the queen more elegantly than the two knights, and retreated at her pace into the opening at the back of the stage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]Ozpin filled the space at the microphone soon after the queen left sight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]"You are all dismissed. Make yourselves at home and be on your best behavior."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]With Ozpin's words, the knights in formation turned and began to file out before students. It seemed that being connected at the shoulder in one way or another was a standard for them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=30.223655939102173px]And so started a new year at Beacon as well as an Adventure unknown.[/SIZE]


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