Legends, stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite found of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains; Forgetting so easily that we are Remnants, byproducts born of a forgotten past. Man, born from Dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction, the creatures of Grimm, set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning Man's brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope, is enough to ignite change. And in time, Man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity lead them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named, Dust. Nature's Wrath in hand, Man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, Life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone...darkness will return.

So you may prepare your Guardians, build your monuments to a so-called Free-World, but take heed. There will be no victory in strength...But perhaps, Victory is in the simpler things, that we've long forgotten. Things that require a simpler, more honest soul.



On a particular day in a particular city, in a particular country on a particular world, an airship, marvel of Remant technology, was prepared to take off for its destination: Beacon Academy, the shining exemplar of Grimm Hunting academies. Carried on this ship were the future students of the prestigious academy, people from all over the world had trained and congregated here for this very day, in the hopes that they would pass the test and begin their journey to becoming Hunters and Huntresses of the vile scourge of the Grimm. People of all sizes, shapes, colors, and races were on board, all trained and armed. Some carried weapons forged from their own sweat, blood, and tears, some carried ancestral armaments that held more history than they themselves had seen, bearing strength behind their names as well as their arms.

Of the two ships approaching, some of you already know the story of the passengers of one; Yes, the one with the vomiting student. But that's not important right now, no, for the escapades of the passengers of the OTHER airship shall be the focus of our tale...

The purple-haired girl took out a clip in her hair and started chewing on it. On the outside, she looked a bit ready, but on the inside she was nervous as shit. Knees weak, palms are sweaty. She didn't vomit though, she doesn't do that. She either starts chewing a hair clip, her actual hair, or her shirt. Or she put her head in her shirt entirely, if she was completely stressed out.

She looked to her side. Nobody doing the same thing. No. Is she the only one stressing out? What should she say as her name? Not Yael. That's a stupid name. They'd mess with her for that. Uh....maybe her nickname would be something cool, like...Habanero! No...Stapler-san! No....Eminem. Oh no, that's taken. Wait! What does she name her weapon!? WAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHH!

Yael stuck her head in her shirt. She did not want to be as stressed as she was, but she wanted to look better! No! Think of a nickname.."DEATHSTROKE! Wait. That's taken too? FUCK. DEADPOOL. THAT'S TAKEN TOO!? WAAAAAAAAAAAAH-" she said, mumbling.

Alfa. Yeah. Alfa. Perfect. That's her new name, her new alias. Yes.

Ineko was silent throughout the entire flight, it was a new experience listening to the airships. It spoke of lands long gone, technologies lost, and interesting times. Ineko supposed that it was a new experience for the airship as well, as far as he knew, he was the only Techwhisperer around. Upon hearing that the ship had landed, he got up from sitting and whispered his farewells. The Airship said its farewell.

When Ineko stepped off the ship, he looked up at the blue sky, with its scattered white clouds and its serene color. Beacon is a bit of a large place. Let's explore it. Ineko thought to himself. Twenty four light clicks were heard, then the hum of small engines. Six small hovering drones, no larger than the size of a persons hand flew out from his back. They hovered in front of Ineko, who looked at them and began to 'speak'. Sort of. A loud rough mechanical whir came out of Ineko's throat, then it was halted by the sound of two metal objects clanking together. Almost like an alien language, a series of low bass like hums underneath a sentence of gruff beeps and sharp words was spoken. The drones then darted away in different directions. After his drones had left, Ineko looked around the landing zone, many of the students had already met up with their friends. Ineko grumbled and picked up his large military style box by its handle and slung his ruck over his shoulder.

Tap,tap,tap,tap the sound came fast and steady as Conrad tried to get his mind off of the fact that he was in the air. It wasn't that he was scared, cus he wasn't, it was just that he was more used to quickly flying in the air and just as quickly coming down. This was just so boring. Giving a sigh, Conrad pulled Cleave out of his lap and freed about three or four seats for other people. Taking a rag, Conrad cleaned Cleave what seemed like the hundredth time today. It didn't matter really, the sword freakin glowed regardless of what you did to it, but it was therapeutic in a sense. Half way through, he decided to give up and wander the airship.

As he wandered the ship Conrad was given many odd stares, either because of Cleave or his height. It didn't really matter to him. Making his way through a group of friends clustered at an entryway, Conrad walked up to the observation deck window and decided to just watch the clouds float by. It went like that for a couple minutes, just Conrad and the window. That is until the ship connected to the rest of the school. Grabbing his dufflebag, Conrad chucked it over his shoulder and carried it by the strap. Stepping out of the airship, Conrad took notice on how big Beacon was. It was pretty big. His gazing was disturbed by what sounded like a man playing with a soundboard, giving a quick look around, Conrad found the source. Some guy was making them with what seemed his voice as little machines flew about. Giving a shrug, Conrad continued his way past the guy and kept moving towards the school.

"ZzZzZ.....No. Don't go in the tower...It's a bad plafe..." She mumbled as she was sleeping, dreaming about some movie that she watched the other night before she came into the ship. "HIYA!" she yelled popping out and kicking some stranger on his leg. "Oh! Oh! Im so so so so sorry! I didn't see you there. Oh god. I was just sleeping and I woke up and kicked you." Priscilla stood up and bowed her head as her pink hair covered her face as she did. "Please forgive me!" But the guy just stared at her and walked away. Priscilla bit her bottom lips as she noticed that the ship has arrived at the academy. She sighed walking out and looking up into the sky seeing how beautiful and so blue it was! "Woah." And the academy looked pretty big too! Priscilla was so excited to see what Beacon could show her. And she was going to become the best, -BEST- Huntress ever! "YEAH!" she yelled throwing her hands up in the air, and slowly put them down to her side hips and walked away.

Blake was looking out the window through the first half of the flight, the ruins were nothing new to him, but he did appreciate the history of it all, the sacrifices humanity had made, the symbolism of the ruins, after thinking for a bit he snapped out of that train of thought and, while looking at everyone else around he decided to get to know someone on the ship, make friends or just meet someone, Beacon was a school after all and you need friends in school, it makes the journey more enjoyable. Blake looked around and saw a big man in armor cleaning his big glowing sword, Blake approached him but the man suddenly got up and moved to another place, Blake was going to follow him as he was interested in his weapon and armor but noticed a black haired girl turtle'd up in her shirt
“DEATHSTROKE! Wait. That's taken too? FUCK. DEADPOOL. THAT'S TAKEN TOO!? WAAAAAAAAAAAAH” she was mumbling, how... odd he thought, so he approached her.
“Excuse me miss but, are you alright?” Blake said with a concerned yet intrigued expression.

Tai Zhou sat as comfortably as he could near the back of the airship, keeping his gaze firmly away from the window, with closed eyes, wearing a dark orange t shirt and khaki shorts to reveal tan skin. His breathing was deep and measured, trying to drive some calm into the teen as he waited for them to arrive at Beacon already. And that was something he was looking forward too. Beacon was one of the best combat schools around, for making Hunters anyway, and it was a privilege to be here in and of itself. And of course there was another reason.

God, I hate flying, he thought to himself behind a calm exterior. Give him the ground any day. Hell, he'd have walked to Beacon if it were possible. It just wasn't natural, flying so high in the sky away form the earth and ground, and he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this thing would plummet down at any second and that would be all she wrote for him.

Fortunately, he wouldn't have to worry about that as the system announced they were there, and the ship settled to the ground. Tai stood up and stretched a bit, letting some relief slip out, before he stepped out and away from the ship, past the more...eclectic people, to enjoy the air and the sights of Beacon, his home for the next four years. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy it.

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“Excuse me miss but, are you alright?” Blake said with a concerned yet intrigued expression.

Yael- I mean, ALFA was incredibly scared at this point. She didn't want to get out, because she thought it was some really cool, popular guy already that she had made a bad impression on. "...i can't do this anymore..." She said softly, before popping out of her shirt. And then she was scared as shit. "Hi! My name is...tists....isg...tihs..mname...mfacaa- mi...nis...ALFA! THAT IS M'NAME!"

Rancid.The taste of recycled, pressurized air on the flying collection of ancient scrap to Gideon Xovos, the hundreds of smells unable to be carried away by a breeze. Methodically, Gideon ran his fingers along the patterned shemagh that lay over his robes, though the robes themselves only reached his diaphragm. Wrapping the scarf-like clothing around his mouth and nose he finally took a deep breath as if coming up for air after swimming. After pacing back and forth restlessly through uncountable repetition, he received a sudden kick to his leg as he passed a sleeping girl, the somewhat sharp pain disappeared quickly and she made some sort of profuse apology that he tuned out by the third word, she was surprisingly striking, so he stayed there for her sake. Once he confirmed she was finished he simply walked away, finishing his journey to the windows that overlooked the landscape.

Standing stock still similar to a stone statue, Xovos monitored the landscape until it was announced that the ship would be landing soon.
A silent exhale of relief.
Following a great deal of the other students out of the ship, each stride resounded with the quiet clicking of the two Mardemdievs that hung from the cloth on his back. Xovos didn't fit in all that well with his arid style of clothing, though it seemed he was simply a gem among a sea of sparkling jewels. The thought comforted Gideon ever so slightly. Lowering his cloth scarf so it rested under his chin, he took a deep breath. His facial expression, somewhat hidden by his hood, took on the look as if he had been grievously wounded
"Wet, like a soggy rag."

While the girl was mumbling Blake felt a sort of adorable "pity" for her, like that of when you see a newborn cat trying to jump out of a box, though he was concerned that he might be the source of her current uneasy, “ALPHA, THAT IS M'NAME” she blurted out, Blake smiled. “Blake is my name, Blake Silverheart, nice to meet you Alpha, I'm sorry if I startled you but you were acting rather weird, may I ask what was wrong?”
As he said those words, they landed on Beacon and the doors opened to reveal the school, everyone started to leave the ship but Blake stayed in place as he was waiting for Alpha's answer, he had a friendly expression and couldn't leave such an adorable creature out on her own luck if there was something wrong with her, He would carry her to the infirmary right away if needed be.

"Blake is my name, Blake Silverheart, nice to meet you Alpha, I'm sorry if I startled you but you were acting rather weird, may I ask what was wrong?”

Dead.
"Uh...tists.af..it's beabdb....beaca-" NOPE. FUCKING BLAKE KILLED HER. Yael had just lost a huge thing of confidence, and now was the weakest human being in the world at this point. Even though she had a gigantic sword to kill monsters with, she still was a biiiiig wimp. Unless someone said Alpha. Which, in that case, she had all the confidence that she had deep inside of her, and released it so she could put it into her action and words.

"Isa- nof, itsss-have we landed?"

"...Not that one. Not that one either..." Beliya's thoughts raced rapidly as she looked around the cabin of the airship, glancing over each person in there; Many seemed like they would be strong, but their mannerisms betrayed her confidence. The occasional picked nose that the person hoped nobody'd seen, she saw. The hiccup that was quickly covered up, she'd heard. The...flatulent aspect of the human body...unfortunately, she smelt it nearby. She literally couldn't wait to get off the airship, just about everyone here had voided her interest for partnership, and she could have sworn that some were insane. Like the girl who seemed to be doing her best impersonation of an ostrich, or the...did she just kung fu kick a guy as she woke up? As stupid as that was, Beliya couldn't help but appreciate the speed of her reaction, the fluidity of the mo- no, wait, that was a fluke. She sighed as the announcement to disembark from the ship rang out, the cacophonous movement of a few dozen people entrapped her, and she walked out near the middle of the crowd.

The Academy's main building stood proudly before everyone walking out, the massive structure ensuring that those who passed the entrance exam would surely have a bright future, ironic given the name of the place. Her attention was caught by the man wearing full armor of a green color, who seemed to have some sort of helper drones flying about. Deciding that this man was intriguing, she wondered if those things were his weapon. Walking up to him, she tapped him on the shoulder, and asked with her typically dry tone: "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but wonder...are those things your weapons?"

Trico was just, sat in a corner watching everyone. Mostly, boring men and women with pale ambitions to be a Hunter, or whatever. Which, was obvious, considering Beacon taught people to become Hunters. It would be pretty odd to come to Beacon and not want to be a Hunter, but then Trico was a bit odd. Then, some girl started shouting about Deadpool and Deadstroke and some other stuff, and more amusingly a girl suddenly lept up from her slumber and nailed a guy in the leg. Trico was, interested in Miss Leg Nailer and so walked over to her as she threw her arms up and started to walk away.

"So, is randomly kicking people in the leg how you say hi? Because, I'd prefer a more orthodox method of greeting" Trico said, slightly teasingly, but in a friendly, playful manner. The guy she had walloped was walking away with a slight limp, which was cool. The girl must have some lovely legs after all.

Chris looked out the window into the vast open sky. This was his first time flying, and in all honesty it wasn't too bad. Throughout the flight he had seen kids break down and get sick because of the speed and height at which they were flying. Those kids really amused Chris, and he was choking bad laughter the entire ride to Beacon. However it seemed that the majority of the group was completely fine with the flight, a few were relaxed to the point of actually being able to sleep a bit before their destination. After a few more minutes of looking out the window the airship arrived at Beacon. Chris smiled, his large teeth glistening, and headed towards the nearest exit.

The air outside the ship was crisp and fresh, a soft breeze blew towards the cliff's edge. The castle-like structure of Beacon loomed before Chris, and it was awe-inspiring. He had seen pictures of it, and read descriptions in pamphlets before he applied, but seeing it before him was an entirely different story. As far as Chris was concerned this was the first day of the rest of his life. He could forget about everything that happened, and focus on the future. Adjusting the gloves on his hands, he moved farther away from the ship down the path that led to the school.

"Isa- nof, itsss-have we landed?"
“This girl must really be having problems, she can't even form straight sentences, it must be the nerves” Blake thought.
“Yes, we have landed” Blake put her hand on Alphas shoulder “Ms Alpha, there is nothing to be so altered about, look” Blake looked at Beacon and the students, signaling them with an open handed wave gesture “you've made it to the most prestigious hunter school, all the greats have been here, and soon you'll be one of them, and don't forget these are all your potential team mates, they'll stick by you and help you through thick and thin, even me, even if we don't end up on the same team, were friends right, so have more faith in yourself” he lowered his hand unto Alphas back and gave her a gentle push forward “Let's go, I'll be right here beside you if you need anything” (Blake fully prepared to catch her if she fell, she looked like the clumsy type)

Ineko felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around he saw a shorter girl. She wore a winter coat and had grey hair and blue tinted grey eyes, her bangs covered one of her eyes.
"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but wonder...are those things your weapons?"

A quick train of thought went through Ineko's mind. If he could somehow boost the power output of the drone reactors and engines he could possibly add some sort of energy weapon, but the added weight would offset the delicate balance, thus having him to either add counterweights or add asymmetrical thrust. Both of which would add weight to the drone, making it heavier and adding inertia, and slowing the drone down. He thought against it. A new model designed for combat however can have its chassis designed to house the weapon, he quickly thought up of some designs and mentally tossed them aside. Traditional weapons were too heavy and cumbersome for drones of this size, he'd have to make his own type of weapon. Perhaps a series of energy filaments, that would make them have utility and defensive value while maintaining their offensive value. He made a quick note of it and threw it into the mental pile of ideas. The train was going pretty fast.

"NO. BUT THESE GUNS ARE," He replied loudly, he put down his box and flexed each arm, finishing with, "BOOM. BOOM. FIYAPOWA." His loud synthetic voice echoed, gathering the attention of a few passing people.

Beliya stared at the man for a moment...and then he started yelling. Yelling about his "guns" that were non-existant in the literal sense of things...well, she supposed she'd gotten her answer, albeit at the steep price of hearing damage. He did at least seem to be...thinking about something as they spoke. Good. He had a brain. Clearing her throat, Beliya would then say: "Thank you for your answer, Mr...." While she waited for him to reveal his name, she couldn't help but notice that his armor was exceptional. If anything, she understood what he meant simply by standing before her; His defense was his offense. That or he just had a compact weapon built into the thing...curious... "...Possibly..."

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Trico was just, sat in a corner watching everyone. Mostly, boring men and women with pale ambitions to be a Hunter, or whatever. Which, was obvious, considering Beacon taught people to become Hunters. It would be pretty odd to come to Beacon and not want to be a Hunter, but then Trico was a bit odd. Then, some girl started shouting about Deadpool and Deadstroke and some other stuff, and more amusingly a girl suddenly lept up from her slumber and nailed a guy in the leg. Trico was, interested in Miss Leg Nailer and so walked over to her as she threw her arms up and started to walk away."So, is randomly kicking people in the leg how you say hi? Because, I'd prefer a more orthodox method of greeting" Trico said, slightly teasingly, but in a friendly, playful manner. The guy she had walloped was walking away with a slight limp, which was cool. The girl must have some lovely legs after all.

As Priscilla was walking away from the others
and somewhere else, don't know where but she was walking! And then someone talked to her, a girl. "Oh?! You saw that!" Priscilla said facing the girl as she blushed from embarrisment. "No no no! Haha. Ofcourse thats not how, I say hi. Haha. Oh god..." Priscilla cuffed a hair string of her pink hair behind her ear and took a deep breath. "I just.. was dreaming of me kicking some....butt and I endes up kicking the guy. Do you think he is mad?" She asked the girl, still blushing. Priscilla should've have never slept! "Oh! I'm Priscilla. Its nice to meet you." And with that she extended her hand to shaie hands with the
girl.

Conrad didn't know where to go, he felt lost in the auditorium. As other people gathered round, all waiting for the announcement that was inevitably going to come, he felt like he didn't belong. With all these high-tech weapons and such, he felt a little unprepared. With a sigh he sat down on a bench, idly noting an explosion that echoed from somewhere in the courtyard. As he sat on the bench, Conrad set Cleave down and let it lean against the bench while he checked the straps on his armor.

As he tightened loos straps and smoothed out his pants, Conrad noticed that Cleave started to glow more than usual. Intrigued, Conrad scanned the area and tried to find a reason as to why it would start to glow but all he could find was people moving around. Perplexed, Conrad relaxed back in the bench and let the back of his head rest on the wall behind him. Figuring that if it didn't do anything to bad then it shouldn't matter.

Trico giggled softly. "you know, most people treat their dream guy a bit nicer" she said, playfully teasing the girl. A large iron staff hung from her back, a good six foot in total, and swayed when she held up her hand to grasp the offered appendage. "Trico Kunrai, It's lovely to meet you dear, but don't worry about him. He will take away from this that a beautiful girl randomly attacked him because he was so handsome he makes that kinda stuff happen. Guys love putting a spin on crap like that" she told Priscilla, shaking her hand, and trying not to crush it.

"So, Beacon. Big place of Hunterness and learning. Is the guy you where kicking in your dream someone that you want to be a Huntress to kick? Or do you just dream of kicking guys a lot?" She asked.