Discontented winter appology story

[IejirKothar]

Sorry to all who wanted to be a part of an old RP of mine.
Life derailed me from this site and I doubt that I can come back to it any time soon
In the meantim I'm going to write a short story about how our team would have worked out in the RWBY verse. all creative licesne taken into my hands to make things work,. stay tuned.

[IejirKothar]

So I dabbled with writing this up with pre existing characters but I decided to let my friends have some input

Im going to write a short bit opening the scene and involving some cannon characters in their SECOND YEAR
so as you can guess this is a AU where cinder didn't go all Connan on the city and school.

So after this, if you have a character you want me to work into the story just PM me your ideas and we can work it through please understand though if I just can't get your character is at that time.

SO let's do this thing.

[IejirKothar]

Rafe Barune strode accross the grounds of Beacon accademy with his head high. His thick wild hair barely tied back to keep it somewhat under control as his Heavy Broadsword 'Grimsever" hung in it's sheathe behind him. To Most he would have seemed another young man but a closer look wold reveal slighty yellowed eyes and pointed ears remincent of a wolf. He "lucked" out as most would call it be being almost passably human but he'd never tried to hide his true self from anyone. Pride was his strength and weakness he was the alpha and would not brooke a challenge.

As Rafe walked closer to the school where he would be training he saw a group of young men standing around another boxing them in. He couldn't see very well but could tell it was a group of bullied getting their laughs by ganging up on another. Rafe was never one to sit back when this type of behavior took place, growing up as a faunus in the wake of the white fangs new activities he'd experienced his own share of harrassment, probably that one perspective is what kept him from dawning the mask himself but that was now excuse for the level of racism leveld against him and others.
Since this was only the first day he figured he could get away with a bit of payback and crouched low. Rafe's Semblance wasn't as flashy as some of the other students he'd heard about. He didn't have speed, couldn't create matter from light, Nor could he create any kind of clone.
But what he could do was Shift, Rafe felt his body changing as he let his arms fall to the ground letting his paws land softly and silently, His muzzle curled back into a snarl barring enlongated fangs. Rafe quickly passed from being a Humanoid to an large Direwolf and he let out a loud growl as he stalked toward the group.
As one the bullies turned at the sound and Rafe saw the color drain from their faces. He knew he was an imposing sight at his size he watched as they each took a small step back in fear, their victim also shaking slightly. Rafe lunged forward snapping his jaws just infront of the nearest bullies chest and the group scattered leaving their victim cowering infront of him.
Inwardly Rafe chuckled as he resumed his normal form.
From the corner of his eye he saw a young woman watching him, a black bow resting on her head tieing back her bruenett hair. Rafe gave a quick wink and a grin but the girl seemed unimpressed or aloof as he simply turned on her heal and walked off.
Shrugging Rafe put his hand on the kids shoulder helping them up.

"So this is Beacon eh? You're gonna need to be a bit stronger if you're gonna cut is as a hunter kid." He said not unkindly helping them to their feet.
"Now lets go, I suppose the old man has to make a speech."

[IejirKothar]

Alura watched the other student quietly from the window of Ozpin's chambers. She was makeing what could be called a Polite visit since he and her uncle were so close. Sometimes being an Ironwood made her life more troublesome but it was her pedigree that allowed her to come to Beacon rather than stay in Atlas so there was some benefit.
As she watched from the window she caught sight of a student Shift in plain view of everyone around into a wolf and lunge at a pack of students makeing them scatter. "Was that neccessary?" she quetioned frostily before turning from the window as the main doors opened.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Ms.Ironwood" Ozpin said carrying a serving tray with two cups and a kettle.
As he sat and poured tea for them both Alura approached to join him at his table.

"Alura, please, you are the head master here. there's no need for formalities because of my family." She said accepting the offered cup.

I was suprised by your request to come to my academy, surely Atlas was more familiar to you and you have your family to worry about you now so far from home." Ozpin said kindly.

"I want to make my own name sir, not ride my families coattails." Alura answered, "I want to be myself and make my own way." Alura was looking into the cup now wondering if she could live up to her dreams or if she was going to be a specialist in the Atlas military regardless.

"Well it's no trouble, Im sure James would be happy to hear you say that, he's suited for soldiering, but knows it's not for everyone. You should join your peers for now, I'll be down shortly to give you all my welcoming speech, but feel free to call on me if you have any problems."

Alura smiled and thanked Ozpin for his kindness before riding the lift down to the main hall.
So many students were packed inside that it was a wonder where they were all going to stay. The boy she saw before was standing against a far wall talking with a few others, a red headed girl her age was makeing a scene and attracting attention throwing glitter in the air. Alura almost balked at the girls outfit she looked like a Magical Girl out of a comic book or tv serial, her outfit modified just enough to be useful in an actual fight.

Another was standing close to the first boy but not with the group, his punkish almost formal clothes a sharp contrast to the shifters. At his waist hung was looked like a normal Katana from Mistral but the boys tanned skin screamed he came from the desserts of Vaccuo.

Deciding to not make enemies or even befriend a potential rival Alura instead moved to a nearby seat intending to see how everyone behaved before approaching anyone.

[IejirKothar]

Sorrel was extremely happy. Not only had she escaped the suffocating atmosphere of Mistral and her family but she was the center of attention. The crowds in the assembly hall all cheered as she used ther staff to make ice crystalls and fireballs dance over their heads Trailing small flakes of dust that sparkled behind the objects they were birthed from. This performance was as much spectacle as it was function however. She was using the dust raining down on the crowd to judge everyones strength. Each particle she could rate as it rained on their heads the faster it was dispersed the less power or aura the victim held which is why She was doing this. Sorrell knew how Ozpin liked to build his teams based on teamwork and spontaeous comradery. So she was scouting out who would be the strong ones to watch for.

But that was for later right now she was having to much fun with her performance and basking in the cheers of her peers as she twirled and piroetted in between her ice and fire. Her outfit flowed with her like it was made for this dance and not for combat at all. In the back of her mind Sorrell laughed at how little the lot of them knew of her true skill and the real reason she had come to beacon.

Rafe for his part was pointedly trying to stay out of the throng of revelers who seemed to have forgotten where they were. Grimmsever sat collapsed on his belt saving more room in the packed hall. The girl dancing around was the ringleader of the current specatable but he supposed there was no harm in it since the headmaster had yet to appear though an increasingly perturbed looking Goodwitch was glaring daggers at the girl.
off to his side was another student pointedly avoided the crowd. "Not a fan of performances?" He asked him wriley wondering how he would respond.
"Nah, just not my scene I prefer more metal rather than giggles and harps." He said thowing up his index and middle fingers in a generall accepted signal for Hard rock of metal music.
Rafe could only grin at the comment. "Maybe so, but im not sure that group could handle a beacon moshpit.
"Please" the strnger quipped "Vacuo is where you go to Mosh." Rafe took the boys measure behind a challenging grin He seemed well built for his age, not a hulk or anything but he definetly did some kind of training probably in some type of combat drill. Rafe was more lean but still confident he could take him even if it would have been a close fight. His gothic clothing seemed to give him maneuverability and defence under stategicly plance layers on his chest and upper legs while his lower legs and arms sported only his tall boots and long gloves.
Rafe was about to comment on the strange attire for a ressident of the Vacuo dessert when Ozpin finally appeared on the central stage seemingly having slipped in behind the dancers show.

"Settle down everyone, I'll... Keep this brief."