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RWBY Legends - Team ANGL - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 – The First Steps 

     The past couple of weeks since George received his acceptance letter seemed to pass by a lot quicker than expected.

     George now stood at the airship docks with Juliette and his aunt and uncle. He was clad in his armor, and his spear was collapsed and holstered on his back. The few bags he was taking with him had already been delivered and were being loaded onto the transport. The same one that would take him to Beacon. Other students who were accepted into Beacon from Vale were at the docks, saying goodbye to their families and friends, or boarding the ship.

    They were standing at the gate of the dock where the transport was stationed. 
    “Well, here I go,” George said as he turned around to see the rest of his party. All three of them looked very happy and proud of him, but at the same time, his aunt and Juliette also looked sad. In fact, Sabra was the first to step forward and wrap him in a hug.

    “Good luck George,” she said to him as they hugged. When she pulled away, William stepped forward and extended his hand. George took his uncle's hand in a handshake, while their free arms tapped each other’s shoulders, as you would do with a close friend.

    And then after that, Juliette stepped forward. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like a few minutes. Without a word, the two of them met and embraced each other tightly while the Caxtons watched.

    “I’ll miss you,” she told him.

    “Hey, like I said, I swear I will stay in touch.” The two of them pulled back and made eye contact again. “In fact, I’ll be sure to message you when the ship docks at the school, and I’ll vid call you before I go to sleep tonight.”

    Juliette smiled at this.            

    “I will hold you to that.” She told him as her left fox ear twitched slightly. George smiled at this gesture and the two began to lean in for a kiss but they both sensed the eyes of the Caxtons on them. George cleared his throat into his fist. Thankfully, William caught the message.

     "C'mon Sabra. Let's give the kids some privacy and take a look at this fine machine."

    "But they just look so cute together." Mrs. Caxton replied as her husband lead her away.

    When they were finally alone they engaged in a kiss.

    Once they parted, George turned and walked towards the ship. After walking about ten feet away, he turned back around and saw the three of them still standing there. He waved to them and called to them.     

     “I love you all!”

     They responded by waving back, Juliette blowing him a kiss. George pretended to catch it as he turned back around and light jogged to the transport.

      Ascending to boarding ramp, George soon found himself in the cabin of the ship. It was rather spacious, with a few seats located along the edges of the room, a holo-television on one side tuned into the news with Stacy Sandalwood, and windows that had an amazing view of the world below.

      As George looked around, he noticed several of his fellow Signal graduates conversing with each other. Thankfully none of them had noticed him yet. As such, he began to walk towards one of the seats by the window, doing his best to avoid attracting attention. Then again, he knew his armor and having his weapon slung on his back wouldn’t help with that. He was just about to sit down at the window, when someone else among the other passengers caught his eye.

      There stood a young man. He was huskier than most of the other passengers, and was wearing clothes that practically shouted “I come from a rich family”. They consisted of a blue vest, a white dress shirt, dark grey dress pants, and dark grey boots. Around his waist was a utility belt, lined with small containers. The kind that one keeps Dust crystals in. Judging by the blue glow emanating from them, they were water Dust crystals. Sheathed on his left hip was a falcata sword with a gold hilt. He had slightly long black hair that was combed back, with a single blue streak running through it like a river. He wore a serious expression on his face, and judging by how he was scanning around, he seemed to be observing the other passengers.

      ‘That seems… odd.’ George thought to himself. What was especially odd was that he didn’t recognize him. The graduates from Signal who were accepted into Beacon were the only ones that were supposed to be on board this ship, and this guy was clearly not a student from Signal. However, before he could think about the matter any further, a voice snapped him out of his observation.

      “Hey, George! George St. John!” A male voice said excitedly. George turned his attention to see that a small group of students had taken notice of him and were making their way towards him.
     
      ‘Brilliant,’ George thought, severely annoyed. However, he put on a friendly face for the others.

      “No way! You got into Beacon too?!” The one who got his attention said.

      “Of course he made it into Beacon! You’ve seen him train. He could have made it into any school he wanted,” A female student said as she appeared to ogle him, making George feel a little uncomfortable.

      “Hey, maybe I can be on your team when we get assigned!” Another male said.

      “As if! If anyone is going to be on George’s team, it’s going to be me!” The girl snapped at him.

      “Look, everyone,” George said, getting their attention, “I am flattered, really I am, but I don’t deserve all of this praise.”

      “Are you kidding? You won the Vale Regional Tournament and graduated at top of the class! Of course you do!” The first male said, still star struck. George was about to tell them more, when he noticed something.

      The guy in the blue vest had started to walk over to them, his hands behind his back. The two of them made eye contact as the other guy approached. All the while, the other students were still either admiring George, or bickering with each other over who would be on his team.

      “He’s so humble too," another girl said as she stepped uncomfortably close to him. George was about to tell her that he was already taken, when suddenly.

    “Excuse me everyone,” the small group of students turned to see who said that. It was the guy in the blue vest. “I believe that you all are bothering Mr. St. John here. I would recommend that you leave him be at the moment.” His tone was moderately stuck up, but not condescending or pompous. Needless to say, he sounded like a very educated young man.

    “And what’s it to you?” One of the male students asked kind of harshly.

    “Well,” the blue-vested gentleman began, “In case you all didn’t notice, Mr. St. John here was trying to get settled for the trip to Beacon. And tell me, do you think he would consider being any of yours teammate if you keep bothering him?”

    Somehow, that worked. The group of starstruck students began to realize that they were probably irritating George.

    “Oh man, he’s right,” One of the girls said. The group of students all one-by-one apologized to George before walking away to other parts of the ship’s cabin, saying something about hoping they would be on his team as they did so. After the group had dispersed, it was just George and "blue vest" standing there.

    “Um, thank you for that,” George said, clearly thankful.

“My pleasure. I know how irritating being hounded by the masses can be,” he responded.

“Well, my name is-“ George began to say as he extended his hand for a handshake.

    “George St. John,” he interrupted, “top student at Signal Academy, as well as being regarded as one of the most gifted warriors in the entire kingdom of Vale.” His tone was a little off putting, because he sounded as if he knew way more about George than he let on. Regardless, George still stood there with his hand extended.

      “How do you know all of that about me?” George asked suspiciously, to which the young man chuckled.

      “Let’s just say I have my sources,” he replied, before finally accepting George’s handshake.

      “I am Nikolaos. Nikolaos Myra of Atlas,” he introduced himself. That’s when it hit George, who’s eyes widened at the introduction.

      “Wait, wait… Myra? As in Myra Industries? One of the partner corporations of the Schnee Dust Company?!” George nearly yelled.

      “The one and only,” Nikolaos responded proudly as he and George let go of each other’s hands. George, being a lightning Dust user, was taken aback that he was meeting a member of one of the families who he bought his Dust from.

      “Well, it’s an honor to meet you. But I’m confused… Why are you on this ship? Weren’t the students from Atlas supposed to be arriving on their own?” George asked.

      “Yes,” Nikolaos responded, “however, my family made a little arrangement for me to arrive at Beacon on a different ship.”

      “But why?”

      “Well, to be perfectly honest, to scout out potential partners,” Nikolaos explained, “You see, I have information on all of the top students who will be arriving at Beacon this year. Being the planner I am, I wanted to do my best to meet as many of them before initiation as I could, and I chose you for the first.”

      “So poaching essentially,” George responded.

      “Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that. I’d call it… scouting out the talent,” Nikolaos said.

      “Riiiiiight,” George said, as politely as possible.

      “Surely you can see my reasoning for-“ Nikolaos began, but was interrupted by someone walking into him, nearly knocking both of them over. However, only the newcomer fell to the ground. George stepped to the side to see who had walked into Nikolaos, while Nikolaos himself turned around, an annoyed and kind of angry look on his face.

      The person who can walked into him was another young man. He was wearing a green jumpsuit with black boots. Over his jumpsuit’s chest region was an orange chestplate that looked like it was made out of reinforced leather, with paddings on his legs made of the same material. He had shaggy black hair and a fair complexion. Holstered on his right hip was a beautifully crafted pistol, and on his left was a silver gauntlet with a single brass strip over it. Near the young man was a sketchbook, a pencil, and a pair of rectangular glasses.

      “Oh, I am SO sorry for that,” the boy said as he reached for his fallen glasses.

      “As you should be! Who do you think you are, interrupting the two of us?!” Nikolaos nearly yelled at him.

      “Hey man, don’t be so hard on him,” George told Nikolaos as he stepped forward to the boy sitting there, looking at the ground as he put on his glasses, clearly embarrassed. George offered his hand to him.

      “Here, let me help you up,” George said. The boy looked at George’s hand before accepting the offer.

      “Thank you so much,” the boy said as George pulled him up. When he was on his feet, it was revealed that he was slightly shorter than George and Nikolaos. That was also when he made eye contact with the two of them. However, his eyes widened when he saw George.

      “Wait a second… George St. John!” He said excitedly, surprising George a little bit and making Nikolaos cock and eyebrow.

      “Oh man, now I’m even more sorry that I bumped into you guys. My name is Leo, Leo Vicci. I graduated in the same class as you.” George felt like he had seen him before, and this only helped him realize where.

      “Oh that’s right. I have seen you around. We’ve just never introduced ourselves,” George said as he offered another handshake, “well, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you Leo.”

      Both of Leo’s hands met George’s as he excitedly shook George’s.

      “The pleasure is all mine. I must say, I’m actually kind of a fan of you,” Leo told him before letting go.

      “Um, well, I’m flattered to hear that,” George said, kind of awkwardly. Nikolaos watched this interaction unfold. While this was happening however, the ship finally departed from the docks.

      “Here, I even have a few sketches I made of you while watching you train,” Leo said as he reached down to pick up his sketchbook and pencil. He flipped through a few of the pages before carefully but quickly ripping out three and handing them to George. George hesitantly accepted them, looking them over. All three of them were indeed of him in dynamic poses, and were actually very well done for “sketches” as Leo put them. Despite this though, this felt a little awkward to George.

      “Wow… Uh, these are really impressive,” He told Leo. He was telling the truth, but of course was weirded out.

      “You really think so? Thank you so much! Feel free to keep them,” Leo said. The sound of Nikolaos clearing his throat brought both of their attention to him.

      “Excuse me, but George and I were in the middle of a conversation before you interrupted us,” he told Leo, clearly annoyed.

      “Oh right. I’m sorry about that again. I was busy sketching the design of the cabin here, and I guess I got caught up in it. I really didn’t mean to interrupt,” Leo told him. Nikolaos was about to tell him off again, when George spoke first.

      “No really, don’t worry about it. Accidents happen. And this was no different,” He told Leo with a smile. Nikolaos was clearly annoyed with being interrupted again, but George didn’t pay any mind to it. Leo however, seemed to brighten up at George’s assurance.

      “Well, thank you for being so forgiving of my blunder.” Leo said with a slight bow of his head.

      “And in other news,” a female voice said loudly. All three of the young men looked in its direction. Of course it was the holo-television. Someone had just turned the volume up, loud enough for everyone in the cabin to hear it.
      
      “Yet another spree of robberies and muggings of Faunas citizens by the infamous human dominance gang, the Blood Lotus, took place last night as a Dust shop and three innocent people were robbed at gunpoint. Backlash from Faunas citizens about these attacks have begun to reach their boiling point. However, Faunas rights groups, the White Fang and their recently founded splinter group, the Pure Breed, continue to urge Faunas citizens not to seek to repay the Blood Lotus and their few supporters with violence. More on this subject as it develops. This is Stacy Sandalwood with Vale News NetworkBack to you Cyril.”
       
       “That doesn’t sound good…” Leo said as the segment ended. George said nothing, but clenched his hands into fists. He had heard of the group, calling themselves “humanity’s vindicator,” the Blood Lotus. George hated their ilk almost as much as he hated the Grimm that plagued Remnant.

       “While it is tragic, it is not our concern at the moment,” Nikolaos said. “After all,” he stepped forward towards the window.

       “It’s not every day you get a view like this.” He gestured to the landscape beneath them. He was right of course. Calming himself, George sat down and tried to enjoy the rest of the ride.

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        Roughly ten minutes later, the ship finally docked at the cliff of the plateau Beacon resided on. For two of those minutes, George, Nikolaos, Leo, and just about every other student on board stood by the exit ramps, waiting for them to open.

        And now, finally, they did.

       While some students practically burst into a sprint to get off the ship, most of them took their time disembarking. George and his two “companions” were some of them. Before stepping off the transport, George sent a text message to Juliette to let her know that he had arrived.

       Upon exiting the ship however, George’s eyes widened as he saw the academy in person for the first time. The campus consisted of several ivory structures surrounding the beautiful green courtyard, with red leaved trees scattered though out. The main building stood out the most, and not just because of its height compared to the others. At the top of the tower, eight yellow orbs shined in the daylight. They were actually glowing, but this was not distinguishable during the day. Along the long stone walkway that led from the docks to the main campus was a statue of a Huntsman and a Huntress, standing triumphant over a fallen Beowulf Grimm.
        
      Most of the visible foot-traffic around the grounds were of course the now arriving new students. While nervousness and anxiety were present among the feelings of the new arrivals, excitement greatly overshadowed them both. 

      The three young men walked through the courtyard, clearly awestruck by the fact they were even there to begin with. Nikolaos however was a lot better at containing his excitement though.
            
      “I wonder if my parents were the same when they first arrived.” George thought.

      “This place is INCREDIBLE!” Leo shouted like a fanboy, “The architecture itself is a masterpiece of art!”

      “You can say that again Leo,” George said as he started to walk backwards, still trying to constantly observe the place he had been dreaming of attending.

      “Excuse me,” a feminine voice said from behind him. George turned around quickly to be met with two people. One was a pretty young woman with sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, and was wearing a simple but immaculate white coat with a gold interior and a light blue combat skin underneath, in addition to silver armor on her boots and shoulders. Holstered on her left hip was a gunblade with a gold and silver handle, and a shield collapsed into its compact form on her right. George could just barely see that on her back, she wore a metal backpack. At least, that’s what it looked like.      

       The other person was male. He was slightly taller than her and had blond hair. His outfit was kind of simpler than hers, consisting only of his cloths, a pair of greaves, and a breastplate; but it still gave off an authoritative vibe. On his back was a two headed battle axe, collapsed for travel purposes. George didn’t recognize either of them, meaning that they, like Nikolaos, were from different schools.

      “Sorry for prying, but I feel like I recognize your armor and weapon,” the girl said, gesturing to his spear, “Are you George St. John?”
         
      “Yes, yes I am,” George responded with a slight smile, slightly worried that they were going to be more ‘fans’. Fortunately for him though, all the two of them did was smile back. The girl extended her arm forward for a handshake.

      “A pleasure to meet the Vale Regional champion,” she said in a friendly, but not star struck tone. While surprised and relieved by this, George responded to his offering by meeting her hand with his.

      “My name is Angela. Angela Arch-Michaels of Mistral,” she introduced herself. Like with Nikolaos, George had a moment of realization.

      “Wait, I’ve heard of you. You won the Mistral Regional Tournament yourself, right?” He asked her. She nodded her head as they let each other’s hands go.

      “She also graduated top of her class at Sanctum as well,” Nikolaos added in as he stepped forward.

        “And you are?” the male with Angela asked.

      “Nikolaos Myra, at your service,” he said with a bow of his head.

      “Good to meet you too, Nikolaos,” Angela said. However, Nikolaos was moderately surprised that they didn’t recognize his name. He was about to ask if they had ever heard of his family, when…

      “Hey there!” Leo said as he also stepped forward, “Leo Vicci, at your service.”
         
      Nikolaos’ patience with Leo’s constant interrupting of him was starting to wear thin.

      “And to you too Leo,” Angela replied with a friendly smile. After that, she stepped to the side and gestured to her male companion.

      “This is Gabriel Whitfield, a fellow Sanctum Alumnus. He graduated second highest of our class.” The male, Gabriel, stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Angela.

      “Please though, call me Gabe,” he said with a smile as well. Now that introductions were out of the way, George spoke up again.
        
      “Hey, so, since you guys are from Mistral, I suppose that it’s safe to assume the other Mistral students have arrived?”
      
      “Yep. We were on our way to the great hall with the others when we noticed you. As a fellow champion, and classmate, we both figured we should introduce ourselves,” Angela added.

      “Well, why don’t we all go together?” George suggested, to which all of them voiced their agreement. While walking to the great hall, the six of them shared stories of their time in their primary schools, their homes, and the like. George felt rather lucky that he met this group of people. With the exception of Nikolaos, they all seemed like very decent characters. Not that Nikolaos was bad or anything. Just a little too preppy.

      As the group of them arrived at the great hall with what seemed like around eighty other students, George noticed someone standing at the entrance, leaning against it with his arms crossed. The person was male, but he looked like he didn’t belong here. He was wearing all black, with a cloak included. His hair was also shoulder-length long and black as night. And for a brief second, George saw that his eyes were blood red. Holstered on his lower back was a kasuri-gama, with a design that looked intimidating to say the least.

      As George looked at the guy, he stopped walking for some reason. The others in his group were too busy talking to each other to notice right away that George stopped. However, a few steps forward, Angela noticed. She turned around to see George standing there.

      “Hold on one second guys,” she told the others as she turned around to get George. When she finally reached George, she put her hand on his shoulder, getting his attention.

      “George, what’s wrong?” She asked him.

      “Oh, nothing is wrong. I just got distracted,” He told her, earning him a puzzled expression from her.

      “By what exactly?”

        “By that guy,” George tried to point at the male in the most inconspicuous way possible. Angela thankfully was able to follow his indication, and saw who he was talking about. For a second, her eyes widened before she grabbed George’s arm and tried to pull him.

      “Never mind that. Just come on,” she insisted. George could hear a bit of concern in her voice, and he had noticed her reaction when he pointed out the young man.
           
      “Do you know him?” George asked her.

      “Yes, and trust me when I say you shouldn’t concern yourself with him.”

      Needless to say, this only made George even more curious about this student. So, without really thinking it through, he was able to quickly break free of Angela’s grip and started walking towards him.
            
      “No,” Angela whispered-yelled to him. When George was close enough, he greeted the student.

      “Hello,” he said in a friendly voice. However, when George was arm’s length away, the young man slowly turned his head towards him, and looked George square in the eye. His stare, while not threatening or hostile, was not at all welcoming and actually sent a brief chill up George’s spine.

      “What?” The boy said. His voice was fairly normal sounding, but his tone made him sound like he had absolutely no interest being there at Beacon. After a brief silence, George broke the ice again.
     
      “Well, I just saw you standing here and thought I would introduce myself.”
      
      “Why?” Was all he said in response.

      “Well, seeing as to how now we are both students here, I figured ‘why not?’” George’s response was met with more silence. However, after a few seconds, the boy pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on.

      “Lucius,” he said.

      “Pardon me?” George asked.

      “My name is Lucius, seeing as to how you were going to ask me.”

      “Oh, well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Luci-“ Before George could finish his introduction, Lucius had started to walk into the great hall. While George was slightly annoyed with this, he didn’t make to follow him. After a few seconds of standing there, watching Lucius walk away, Angela’s voice came from behind George.

      “I tried to warn you,” she told him.
      “Who exactly was he?”
      “Lucius Furon. He was a classmate of Gabe and I. Graduated 3rd highest in our class. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to come to Beacon. In fact, I was actually kind of hoping not.”

      While George was a little curious as to why Angela thought this way, he decided now wasn’t the time to inquire about that. So instead, he just followed Angela’s lead and went with her into the great hall to find the others.

      When the two of them walked into the great hall, the first thing George noticed was all of the colorful students. Needless to say, the room was a melting pot of many different kinds of characters. He then took a moment to observe the layout of the room. The great hall was a spacious auditorium with an elevated stage. Oddly, there were no seats, so everyone stood in scattered clusters. The ceiling rose nearly three stories high, and the main door was twice the size of an average person. The atmosphere reminded George of the fairy tale books his aunt and uncle used to read to him. Up on the stage at the far side of the room was a single microphone.

      Looking around for the others, George and Angela quickly found them and ran over to them.

      “What was that all about?” Nikolaos asked when the two of them were close enough.

      “George here decided that he just had to meet a guy named Lucius,” Angela answered. Gabe seemed surprised by what she just said.

      “Wait, wait… As in Lucius Furon?” He asked, to which Angela nodded, “What is he doing here?” George was about to ask what the big deal was about Lucius when Leo spoke first.

      “That all sounds very fascinating guys, but can we try to find a place to stand closer to the stage? When Ozpin walks out, I want to try to sketch hi-“ Again, before Leo could finish his sentence, he walked into another person. Unlike when he walked into Nikolaos, Leo didn’t fall down. The person he had walked into was huge. They stood at least six feet and seven inches in height, was wearing a black tank top with a chestplate over it, had shoulder length black hair, and was very muscular. The person also had a massive two handed sword sheathed on their back. Like when he walked into Nikolaos though, Leo wasted no time in apologize.

      “Oh, I am so sorry sir!”

      “Sir?” A feminine voice said. Quickly, the person turned around, exposing two decent sized mounds of flesh on their chest. Furthermore, the person’s face was feminine.

      It was obvious: this person was a woman. And she did not look amused to being called “sir.”

      All but Nikolaos’ eyes widened at the revelation, especially Leo’s, to the point in which it seemed like they were about to pop out of his skull.

      “Uh oh,” George said softly.

      “Is that any way to talk to a lady?” The woman said to Leo, crossing her arms. Poor Leo was stammering, trying to apologize again.

      “I… I… I’m SO sorry miss, I mean ma’am, I mean… I just thought that,” Leo was terrified. However, his fears were soon put to ease, as the woman’s expression changed from serious, to a friendly smile. In fact, she let out a quick chuckle before uncrossing her arms.

      “Don’t worry, I was just kidding,” she told him. George and the others let out a sigh of relief at the news. Leo, while relieved, was still in a slight state of shock.

      “I get mistaken for a man a lot. And honestly, I am not really surprised, with guns like these,” the woman continued, tapping one of her muscular arms with her hand. George found the situation to be rather humorous, and because Leo was still at a loss for words, he decided to step forward and introduce himself.

      “Sorry about Leo here. What’s your name miss?” George asked as he extended his hand. The woman accepted George’s handshake, with a mighty grip that took George slightly by surprise.

      “Onyx. Onyx Stone. I come from Vacuo,” she said pridefully. When she let go of George’s hand, he shook it a bit before introducing himself.

      “George St. John. From Vale.” After George, each of their little group introduced themselves to Onyx. Leo, still a little apologetic for mistaking her for a man, was easily the funniest of the introductions. Though, it was equally humorous when Nikolaos introduced himself to Onyx with his full name, as if expecting her to have heard of his family. When it turned out she had not, Nikolaos was a bit taken aback.

      Before any further conversation could be stricken up though, the lights in the great hall dimmed a slight bit, causing all of the clamoring in the room to lower down to shushes and the like. After the noise had mostly disappeared from the air, the two large monitors above the main stage lit up, as did several lights on the stage itself.

      There stood two figures.

      One was male. He was the tallest of the two, with short grey hair, brown eyes, and wore a pair of small spectacles. His clothes were different shades of green, and he wore a silver cross with a small purple gem in the middle around his neck. He also wielded a strange looking cane with a black shaft and a silver handle.

      The person standing next to him was a woman who looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was a rather beautiful woman with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Her wardrobe consisted of a white blouse, a black corset along with black pants and high-heeled boots, and a cape with a purple interior. She held her hands behind her back, but one could make out the black riding crop that she held.

      After a few seconds, the man stepped forward to the microphone and spoke into it with an authoritative and wise-sounding voice.

      “Good evening, and welcome to you all. For those of you who do not know, I am Professor Ozpin, the headmaster here at Beacon.”

      Now, it was fairly obvious that it was Ozpin to everyone in the room, but it was still amazing to most to finally see the Beacon headmaster in the flesh.

      “So that’s Ozpin… He looks a lot younger than I would have thought,” George thought to himself.

      "You come here today to become future guardians of peace. You assume the gathering of knowledge is your greatest weapon; however, stronger than any semblance of power is recognizing your own purpose and direction. We shall provide you with just that," as the headmaster spoke, hushed whispers were exchanged between the students as they shared their opinions on what Ozpin was saying.

      "I have not the shadow of a doubt that any individual can achieve what I have, if he or she is willing to make the same effort, and have the same hope and faith.
For this, is the first step of many. Be strong and be wise. That is all."

      After Ozpin was done with his little speech, he turned and took a few steps back. The woman stepped forward and took his place at the microphone.

      “I am professor Glynda Goodwitch, the deputy headmistress to Professor Ozpin and combat teacher here at Beacon,” she introduced herself. Her tone was somewhat haughty sounding, but also gave off a trustable and respectable vibe.

      “Tonight, you will report to the locker rooms were you will find the lockers assigned to you at the door. There, you will store your equipment for the night. From there, you will report to the ballroom, where you shall be staying for the night. Rest well everyone, for tomorrow, your initiation begins. You are all dismissed.”

       As Goodwitch finished up her address, the lights in the room returned to their original brightness. George looked to his side to see what his party’s reactions were to ‘meeting’ the headmaster and his assistant for the first time. Of course though, out of them all, Leo was the one who stood out, as it looked like he was furiously trying to finish drawing Ozpin and Goodwitch before they left the room.

      “Well, that was certainly an experience,” George said.

      "I wish I could have recorded all of that," Leo said as he still tried to furiously sketch everything.

      Following the instructions of professor Goodwitch, George and the others all reported to the locker rooms, where a monitor displayed their names and which locker was theirs. George was assigned locker 423.

      “Just like home,” he thought to himself as he went searching for his locker. When he found it, he punched in his personal code and opened the locker. George then removed his armor and placed it inside the locker, followed by his spear.

        Later in the night, around ten o’clock, George found himself inside the ballroom along with all the other new arrivals. He had just finished brushing his teeth and taking care of his other nightly routine actions. He was now wearing his sleeping cloths, which consisted of a yellow tank-top and loose fitting pants. Ordinarily, he slept in just his underwear, but having heard that the sleeping arrangements for the night would be coed, he decided that wasn’t appropriate. Looking around the ballroom, he took note of everything going on. The floor was covered in sleeping bags, all arranged in rows and columns, and all of the new students were either trying to get some sleep, read their books or scrolls, or conversing with each other.

       George noticed a corner of the room that no one else was sitting at. Smiling to himself, he made his way to the corner, his scroll in hand.

       When he reached his destination, George sat down with his back to the wall, opened his scroll, and hit the saved number on the screen. The scroll rang for a few seconds, before the screen was replaced with Juliette’s face.

       She was sitting in her room, and looked as if she was just about to go to bed herself.

       “George! There you are,” she said excitedly. George briefly saw the tip of her tail in the screen, indicating she was wagging it.

       “Hello Juli,” George said lovingly to her.

       “So, how is it?” Juliette asked him.

       “Amazing! It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of here. The campus is breathtakingly beautiful. It’s almost hard to believe my parents once roamed the halls of this school.”

       “Does it almost feel like they're watching you right now?” She asked in a joking tone, to which George playfully rolled his eyes.

       “You need to stop reading those wizarding school novels. So anyway, how are things back in town? Anything interesting happen while I was gone?” George asked in a joking tone as well, not expecting a serious answer. However, Juli’s ears folded down and she looked away for a second.

       “Well, yes actually. But not in a good way,” she told him, “You know that one Dust store, the one owned by Twilight Sky?”

       “Yeah, I know about it. Why?”

       “It was robbed last night, by the Blood Lotus. They also badly beat Mr. Sky. Nearly crippled him. I noticed and heard about it when I passed the store to go home today.”

       George felt his blood turn to ice for a brief moment. He knew Twilight Sky, a raccoon Faunas, and was even a good friend of his. To hear that he was stolen from and brutalized by the bastards of the Blood Lotus…

       “Juli, you still know how to use that knife I made for you, right?” George asked, seriously this time.

       “Yes, I do. You taught me how to use it after all,” she replied with a slight smile, as she reached over to her side and showed him the ornate knife he was talking about. George had crafted the weapon for her when he was still at Signal as a one-year-anniversary gift for her, so that she may have a way of defending herself when the time came.

       “Good. The way things are sounding, the last thing I want is for you to be unprepared,” George said. Juli, still smiling, shook her head.

       “George, don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” George smiled slightly in response.

      “I know, I know. It’s just… Never mind. I guess I’m just being a little to over-protective.”

      “That’s one of the things I love about you,” Juliette said dreamily, to which George let out a slight chuckle, “Well, I suppose I should be going. I can only imagine what you will have to do tomorrow.”

      “Initiation is tomorrow, so you’re not wrong. Either way, sleep well Juliette. I love you.”

      “And I love you too, my handsome Grimmslayer,” she said before blowing him a kiss. George responded by blowing his own before terminating the connection. After doing so, George lowered his scroll, feeling warm inside.

      “Well, that was cute, but also a little nauseating,” a familiar voice broke George out of his little trance. Turning to where the voice was, George looked up to see Nikolaos standing there, his arms crossed and an amused look on his face. He was wearing what looked like very well made white button-up pajamas, along with a blue robe he wore over it. Sort of like the stereotypical nightwear you would expect a rich man to wear.

      Out of the corner of his eye though, George also noticed Leo sitting right next to him, looking out to the others in the ballroom, sketching something in his sketchbook. He was wearing a messy looking t-shirt with what looked like old paint stains on it, and orange silk shorts.

      “Hey guys,” George greeted them, “How long have you two been here?”

      “Around the part when that girl told you she would be fine,” Leo responded with a smirk, his gaze still glued to his sketchbook. George blushed slightly.

      “Am I to assume that was your ‘special-someone’ on the other side,” Nikolaos said. George nodded.

      “Yep. Juliette Asimi. She and I have been together for just over two years now,” he told them. Before any of them could continue, someone else called out to them.

      “Hey guys!” George and Nikolaos turned to see who called to them, even though they already knew because of her voice. Angela and Gabe were walking towards them, Angela waving at them. She was wearing a white t-shirt, stretched to almost be like a nightgown, and loose-fitting sweatpants. Gabe was wearing a tight tank-top and loose fitting sweats as well. When the two of them were close enough, George responded.

      “Hey guys. What’s up?” He asked with a smile.

      “Nothing much. Just getting ready to hit the hay. What are you guys up to?”

      “Well, George here just finished talking to his sweetheart,” Leo responded in a blunt but not mean-spirited tone, “I’m not really sure what Nikolaos is doing, and I’m here sketching the ballroom.”

      “Um, why?” Gabe asked

      “The architecture of this room is beautiful, and all of the people in here also add another element that makes this a good portrait piece. See?” Leo turned his sketchbook around to show them his sketch. While clearly not done, the sketch was still rather amazing for something that was done quickly and in a place with not the best of lighting.

      “Wow. That’s pretty impressive man,” Gabe told him, as all but Nikolaos seemed impressed with Leo’s work.

      “Speaking of sleeping arrangements, I feel like they could have done significantly better with ours for tonight,” Nikolaos said. His tone made it clear that he was not very pleased with having to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor.

      “It’s not so bad,” George responded, “My only complaint is that they didn’t separate the boys from the girls.”

      “And why’s that?” Angela asked him. George said nothing in response, and simply pointed to a small group of male students, ogling some of the attractive female students in their nightclothes.

      “Fair point,” Angela said with a chuckle, “I’ve had to deal with that a bit tonight myself.”

      “Until I make them back off,” Gabe added as he cracked his knuckles a bit. George laughed slightly at the statement. He also had to deal with a few looks from the female students eyeballing him. Thankfully, none of them had tried to make a move on him yet.

      “So I guess you two are going to try to be partners during initiation tomorrow?” George asked them.

      “If we can, of course. Unfortunately, we don’t know how partners or even teams are formed, so we will just have to go with the flow,” Angela told him, “What about you George?”

      “I’m not really sure yet. Between all of the people I’ve met today, there is no shortage of good partner or teammate material,” George told her. He meant it too. While he had not seen any of them in action yet, he could tell that each of the fellow students he met today were quite skilled, and knew that he would be blessed to have any of them as his partner or teammate.

      “Myself especially, seeing as to how I was the first to formally approach you, correct?” Nikolaos said with a smile.

      “Umm, that’s not exactly what I meant Nikolaos.”

      “Attention all new students,” Goodwitch’s voice came over an intercom in the room, “lights out in five minutes.”

      “What?! But I’m not done yet!” Leo complained as he quickened his pace to finish his drawing.

      “Well, you should pick up the pace Leo,” George said teasingly as he stood up. The group of them, excluding Leo, all turned to go to their sleeping bags for the night. However, George quickly stopped Angela.

      “Hey, Angela, can I ask you something very quickly?”

      “Of course. What’s up?” She responded.

      “Earlier, when I first met Lucius, you seemed kind of… unnerved by him. Why is that?” Angela paused for a moment before sighing and answering.

      “I don’t know, honestly,” She told him, “Something about him just rubs me the wrong way. The whole time I went to school with him back at Sanctum, he usually just kept to himself. He never really did anything wrong, but he was not very receptive to others trying to be friendly with him. Also, he was rather aggressive when in combat training, which made quite a few of the other students afraid of him.”

      “Do you know why all of that is?”

      “Well, rumor has it that he has some family issues. I don’t know if I believe them, because they are just rumors, but I wouldn’t completely dismiss it.”

      George was slightly saddened to hear this. He may not know Lucius, but he always felt a great deal of sympathy for those who had troubles back at home.

      “Okay then. Thanks for that Angela. See you tomorrow,” he told her with a friendly pat on the shoulder. Angela smiled before responding.

      “You too George. And please, you can call me Angela, but also feel free to call me Angie,” she told him with a wink before walking away to her sleeping bag.

      George finally made it to his sleeping bag and crawled inside. As he did so though, he looked to his right and saw Onyx next to what had to be hers. She was doing what looked light one-armed push-ups with her left arm folded behind her back. After a few more reps though, without breaking her pace, she swapped arms and continued to do push-ups with her left arm.

      “Well, I guess that kind of explains how she got so huge,” George thought to himself before laying his head down and looking up at the ceiling. George laid there for a few minutes before all the lights in the ballroom went out.

      As far as first days went, George considered today to be a pretty good one. However, as he drifted off to sleep, he knew that today was a cakewalk compared to what was in store for tomorrow. Tomorrow, the Emerald Forest and all the monstrosities it housed awaited them all.

Chapter 2

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This chapter does a good job of introducing who I suspect will be your main and supporting characters. I'm guessing the people George is with will be on his team, and Lucius and Onyx will probably play some significant role in the future. You've also set up the antagonistic relationship between Nikalos and Leo pretty well. It seems their personalities really rub each other the wrong way, at least for Nikalos.

I do have a few suggestions:

1. When describing people, try to mix actions with description. "Her white skirt swished around her legs as she walked toward George and extended her hand. Her fair skin complimented her delicate fingers, which he noticed were softer than velvet as he took her hand in a firm shake." Something like that. Not only does it feel less info dumpy, but it makes the description more interesting.

2. Another thing to watch out for is dialogue. A lot of your characters sound the same. By this, I mean it sounds like they are the same person as opposed to different people. Try to differentiate their dialogue by giving them unique methods of phrasing words. For example, George might say "I apologize for bumping into you." However, Leo might say, "I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you." They mean the same thing, but the tone is different because of how it reads.

3. Punctuation. There are a few areas during the dialogue where you needed a comment. Any time you end a sentence with a person's name or a title like "man" or "dude" or what have you, you need a comma. "Hey, what's up, George?" as opposed to "Hey, what's up George." The first makes it clear that you are talking to George. The second one not so much. To use another example: "Let's eat, granny." As opposed to "Let's eat granny." The first one makes it clear that you are talking to "granny." The second one makes it sound like you are going to eat your grandma.

Ultimately, this was a good chapter, and I look forward to the next one.