VCTR - Beginnings

A pair of green eyes looked upon the holographic screen. Displayed was a middle-aged man look back at her, smiling.

“Can you make sure Camellia and the others are ok?” the one with the green eyes asked through the mic.

“Sweetie, I’m trying to get ready for the school year too, you know,” the man replied, tilting his head, “Don’t worry about them, especially Camellia. You may not see it, but she’s gotten more accepting of you going to Beacon.”

Green-eyed sighed as she rests her face on her right hand, “I guess. She did called off that marriage bit last year, anyhow.”

“All I’m saying is that you may be the youngest but you’re also 17. Your sisters are more worried about you than you are of them.”

“And you’re not?”

“Of course I am,” the man furrowed his brows first but then reverted to a softer look, “But I’m also an alumnus of Beacon. I know how you’re feeling. And I know you’ll do great these coming years. … I know you’re mother is proud of you too.”

She let out a small smile upon hearing him mentioning her mother.

The holographic image of the man suddenly became accompanied by a younger, stern-looking woman at a separate screen.

“Dad, I’ll get to you later. I think we’re landing soon,” the girl spoke again, glancing back and forth between screens as the woman began her announcement towards the students.

Her father chuckled through the screen, “Alright then, better get ready for my students too. Have a good year, Charlotte! Love you!” And he’s gone.

The girl, Charlotte, remained her smile as she whispered, "Love you too," before giving full attention to the new woman onscreen.

"--You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world."

She heard commotion from other passengers and Charlotte's head turned around to see them in awe at the sight below them. She got up her bolted-down chair and soon mirrored her fellow classmates. Beacon Academy was in clear sight.

From Signal, the tops of Beacon's buildings could be seen on the clearest of days. But to actually see the place up and close and realizing how big it is was something entirely different. Of course, being the secondary-level combat school that is Beacon, they'd need all the space to accommodate aspiring Huntsmen throughout the Kingdoms and not just Vale. Charlotte could recognize a lot of familiar faces from Signal, but of course she's also interested in the ones she hadn't seen before. Either they were homeschooled or simply from the other primary academies, Charlotte would like to find out someday.

She kept looking onward at her new home for the next four years. -

Black and green boots stepped off the platform and onto the concrete, their owner moving past to make way for the other students getting off. After several steps forward, River stopped to look at the Beacon Tower in particular, the highest out of all buildings in the campus. Subconsciously, he held his grip a little tighter on his messenger bag and let out a quiet sigh before putting on a huge grin and moving on his path towards the center. -

''‘Second year, whip, optimistic and dominating. Obviously leader.”''

''‘Fourth year, large chakram, cheery yet something’s off. Teammates still aren’t quite sure of her.’''

‘Fourth year again, 3rd tonfa person, willing to get dirty in fights.’

‘First year,...’

Granted, he only promised Watts that he wouldn’t deduce everyone. Just those who seemed to be interesting enough for him. Lot of the students from his year at least came from Signal so there’s less people to look upon anyway. Still plenty of upperclassmen to look upon and see what to expect in the upcoming years.

Terra turned around to look past the docks and edge of the cliffs of where Beacon lies. The view of the city and the island of Patch where Signal is can be seen. The freshman already decided to be right at the edge and meditate on the wee hours of the morning before classes. Terra turned again and head on over to the rendezvous point for first years, continuing to deduce along the way. -

Vanhel wasn’t sure on what to make of Professor Ozpin’s little speech. The headmaster seemed distant but… Vanhel could get what the words meant. He and the other first years were only halfway into their Huntsmen training at this point and they must remember to keep vigilant even in times of peace. Vanhel’s still puzzled over the mention of “knowledge” however. Did Ozpin mean simply knowing isn’t enough? Or something else?

His train of thought was broken when everyone was ushered into the ballroom where they’ll be staying for the night and prepare for initiation tomorrow. Probably good time to send a message to home just to keep his cousin excited and his parents not worry so much.

He lied down on one of the many sleeping bags given to him by the Beacon staff (apparently no one anticipated sleeping on the floor on their first night in Beacon). He changed into his sleeping robes, a simple tank top and shorts, minutes before and thus had his entire face exposed. Aside from several odd looks from his Signal classmates, mostly due to the fact that they never seen Vanhel Abrams without his mask, nobody seemed to pay mind towards the scars. The fellow freshman shrugged before closing his eyes and tried to fall asleep amongst the bickering that can be heard from across the ballroom.