PROLOGUE "Why is it so hot today?" the voice of a woman gasped as she entered a massive lecture hall. Inside, students of various ages and experience sat impatiently in their seats, eagerly awaiting for an instructer to show her face.

The hall's impressive architecture was supported by sturdy steel coloured columns accent by streakes of an energy rich blue; between each pair, large, gate-styled windows allowed the natural morning light to breach through. A thick band of wood reinforced the columns at their base and hid several upward spotlights for night use. In the center laid visibly invulnerble stage of cement with decorative obelisks at its backdrop; surrounding the stage were numerous sets of bleachers where the students sat facing the center. In addition, two holographic screens flicked to life, displaying the words "NO SIGNAL" in authoritative white letters.

"Ugh, I'm sweating." the woman continued her rant while confidently striding towards the center of the room and where the students began to notice her presence. The most intriguing was her long titanium white hair tied up into a rough bun at the back of her head and a single side stand trailing down the left hemisphere of her face. Another noticed her eyes, a Powder Blue. However, she looked the part of a professor with her crisp white dress shirt, modest black skirt and vintage leather satchel.

"Ah, could that be the new instructure we heard about?"

"She's pretty hot! Look! Her bra's showing from sweat!"

"Doesn't look like much to me, I prefer Goodwitch over her anyday."

"What was her name? Miss... Sunshine? I don't see a smile on her face though."

The hustle and bustle of the environment worstened as the professor made her way to the podium besides the stage. However, she kept her cool as she finally reached her destination and unloaded her belongings. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out what appears to be a school issue scroll which she visibly scruggled to activate prompting several giggles from the students close-by.

"Stupid technology" she cussed before succesfully unlocking the device with a positive *ding*! The device displayed the time to her, 8:31 A.M., Suddenly, her head lowered in dissappointment, "I'm late." she cussed again. 

By this time, the noise was getting to her as her strange behaviour caused more gossip trading amoungst the students. Without thinking, she reached for her satched again, drawing out an object faster than the students could register before an awesome explosion manifested at the sealing. The ceiling was unharmed, however, and with the room in silence, all attention was directed towards the proffessor who held a moderately sized pistol in her hand pointing vertically up. She then began to speak.

"Good morning, class, I apologize for my tardiness and if I could have all of your attention please." A few seconds went by, until a rogue cough cut the silence. On queue, another detonation occured in mere milliseconds followed by the frantic screams of students crying for help.

"There will be no interruptions in my classes." the woman continued, pistol still pointed to the crowd, "Some of you will not survive the next 10 minutes and the rest, I give half an hour before you decide to drop this course." Finally she lowered her pistol, "You will address me by my last name, Sch... Summers. Miss and Professor prefixes are acceptable, anything else is unacceptable." Summers looked around at the faces around her, expecting many to dissappear in the next minute, "In this course, you will be learning the full capabilities of your weapon and most importantly, the capabilities of your will. The lesson starts now, pay attention."

Walking to a cafe in Vale, Cerise sat down at a table outside.

"Ahhh, relaxing."

She ordered coffee, cause ya know, cafe. When she got it, she sipped on it and sighed in satisfaction.

"Quite nice."

Once upon a time, sort of around now and in a place rather close, which would be Vale, there was a certain apartment with a very bored woman. This woman's name was and is Noir. And she is, and has been for some time, bored. And now would be about the time that the bored is getting to her.

"Agh! Sooo bored! Having nothing to do sucks ass."

Lying on the floor, the complete lack of activity finally spurned action. With a swift movement, Noir threw herself upright. However she ended up on her hands, because walking normally just wouldn't do right now. As she started moving out of her room and down the stairwell, a smell never before smelt in this apartment wafted up to her. It was the delicious smell of food. Food being cooked.

"Mmmmmmmm, keeping that guy around might be worth it after all."

Still on her hands, she followed the smell to what constituted as the kitchen in the apartment.

It was about that time, the time of the year to personally find assignments for oneself. Tyde stood with his lonesome as he started at the holographic board infront of him. There was a plethora of assignments and missions, and luckily for him it was still earlier within the day as not too many people signed up for anything yet.

...everyone of the team went to a different area huh? Even Mr. Showtime himself.

Tyde shrugged off the thought. While they were a Team, that didn't mean that their paths had to be the same. Still, he supposed it would have been nice to do something with them outside of Beacon. It was as then a familiar of his came out of nowhere and latched onto the red head's shoulder.

"Hey there Tyde- Whoaaa, what a huge board! What mission are you going to do? There's so many possibilities to take on together!"

Tyde looked at the imaginary creature on his shoulder and shrugged it off with a hand. Then, verified with his scroll on the scouting mission in the snowy regions of Mt. Glen as a scouting mission around the area. It seemed like a little retreat would do well. Though, he stood around to look at anything else that could catch his mind if he wanted to change out.

"Meany."

"Don't you people knock?", Brand asked rhetorically as he heard the other members of his team step into the garage.

"Well, when you've been cooped up in here so long, we had to come in and check if you were still alive.", Newman said with a smirk as he crossed his arms.

"Hilarious.  I've just been putting the finishing touches on Muninn.", Brand replied as he took off his goggles.

"Bullcrap, Brand.  That's just your latest distraction.  You've been cutting yourself off from everyone for three months now.  Outside of class and your patrols, you barely leave this house anymore!", Iona exclaimed.

"Look, we're all worried about him too, but you're not exactly inspiring confidience right now, either.", Rogan added.

"...Six months, guys.  He's been gone for six months with no word.  And everytime I try to inquire about where he is, I just get stone-walled.  Ciarán's gone, and it's my responsibility to find him.", Brand lamented as he shook his head.

It was a little after midnight when the tip came in from one of Ciarán's contacts that a weapons shop in downtown Vale was likely to be hit by a White Fang robbery within the hour.  Not wasting any time, Ciarán got onto his motorcycle and drove down to the area as fast as he could, trying to assess the potential situation before anything happened, if he was lucky.

With the school year finally at end, Ciarán and Rose pulled up into the Vale train station, and waited with a sense of excitment and dread.  Neither of them spoke, and just waited for the other two to join them.

It was getting dark, he could barely see through his hair and hood, his body was aching and his head was filled with images of dead men, women and children. Saffron was depressed, he was lost, and he was hating it.

It had been days since he was triggered, since his latest rampage, but Saff was still feeling guilty about what he had done, he still felt guilty about killing those people, even though it wasn't of his own free will, he could still see their remains, their twisted faces, and he was loosing it.

Why....why can't I forget about those people...why can't I forget about what I did....Why can't I just forget!?

Saffron's train of thought was stopped as he ran face first into a tree, almost letting out a roar of frustration that was quickly replaced by quiet sobbing as he slumped down against said tree and rested his head in his gauntleted hands, trying not to burst out in tears.

"Dammit...why can't I just have peace..."

There was a speciallized training area just out in the Emerald woods. Lining up in many multiple rows were wooden training dummies. Students and other people were free to use this place at their own discretion.

The sound of metal hitting wood echoed throughout the woodsy outdoor training area. Nickel was busy smashing her Devil Denter against a particularly tough wooden dummy. Her silvery hair swaved to and fro from her powerful strikes against the wooden figure. After another spowerful downward strike, the head splintered out and caved in. Sweat was beating down her forehead, but she knew the day had only just begun. She was aware of others around her, though the faunus hadn't paid them any close attention so far.

Glynda lead a large group of first year students through the court yard, heading to a large field that was filled with various pieces of rubble sizing from bush sized rocks to what appeared to be pieces of buildings that were left in the ground. "Due to a string of events concerning a certain group of students," Professor Goodwitch explained as she cast a glance back towards team RWBY, all of who did their best not to meet the woman's gaze, "the faculty here at Beacon has deemed it necessary for the students here to begin combat training against people outside of their current skill level." There was a sudden murmur between all of the students as they continued to walk to the rubble field.

In one of the city outskirts of a small city in Vale, a large stone arena was being lit up by the load cheers of the audience that filled the stadium completly as they watched to high class warrioir finishing of a match in the semi finals of the local champions tournament. A number of battles between those who have won a nearby tournament at least once in the past year.

"She's strong! Mulan Jade is dodging Headhunters giga axe like she's dancing on it!" The commentator yelled into the microphone as he watched one of the competitions favorite, Mulan, spin, jump, bob and weave with ease out of the way of the large battle axe being swung by heavily armoured opponent. Seeing him become enraged by all his misses, She bent backwards, low enough to dodge the next side swing before using a aura powered kick to blow the weapon out of his hands, followed by a high speed dash on Headhunter's left leg, slicing through a gap in his armor and stricking a few nerves in the process, forcing her heavy opponent to lose ballance and fall down onto the stone floor beneath his feet. Headhunter then tried to force himself up from the ground but to no avail.

"Headhunter is unable to continue the battle! Mulan moves on to the finals!" The commentator roared with excitment as the croud cheered even louder over the victory.

Mulan then began to wave at the croud the a vidtorious smile before helping her opponent up from the ground, helping him keep balance as he tried to stand on his good foot.

"Let's give a big hand to Headhunter!" She called out to the audience, trying to help the knight-like hunter recieve praise for his valiant efforts in the arena.

Drizzt wandered about one of the more desserted courtyards, trying to avoid any kind of interracion with any of these strangers that surrounded him most of the time, hoping he could just be alone for once.

THen something caught his eye, something seemingly familiar, there was a dark skinned girl argueing with a pale guy in a tree. He didn;t know why but Drizzt started off toward them, suddenly realizing where he;d seen this before, a few months back during his time in Refuge. he'd know that body any where, he did have a crush on her after all- atleast back then.

God... Things have been Hell out here for the last few weeks.  What happened that made all these low-end crooks so active all of a sudden?  Dealing with muggings is nothing new, but they just seem so much more organized recently...

Dashing across the rooftops of Vale, Ciarán looked and saw yet another group of criminals moving in on a girl, who appeared to be a reading.  A girl, wearing a familiar gray hat...

Oh no...

"So tell me again why we're headed down to this oversized hall instead of our normal combat class?", Newman asked irritated.

"IF you had bothered to pay attention last time, you would have heard Professor Black say we're doing a joined dueling class with another section today.", Rogan responded.

"Who teaches that class anyway?", Brand asked curiously.

"I think it was the female professor with the mechanical spider arms who tried to scare the crap out of us before initiation...", Iona responded nervously.

Beacon Academy, 12 years frm current time...

Aster was sitting in the cafeteria, eating her lunch. A few students were laughing at her and some teased her. A few students sat next to her

"Aww. isn't she cute, her wittle ears" one of the students said pulling on them

"Let me go" she muttered, she pushed him away and ran off, "Boys...lets have some fun with the bunney brat"

Sebastian Sonrisa Rougern stood backstage. He and a few others were currently at a sort of concert in the city's biggest park, with an entire music stage and everything. It was currently his turn, and he was ready to play his music, but he was slightly nervous. Before the concert began, he saw people in the audience, people who did not look nice at all. 

Maybe it's just me, he though, straightening his red tie. He had put on a full suit for this concert, and his red hair was combed. It felt strange.

Hearing his name called, he gulped, heading onto the stage. As people clapped, he looked behind him to see the rest of the students ready for their turn, and looking into the audience, he also saw many people, some not looking friendly, and some looking at certain faunus in the crowd with death stares. Uh oh. 

Exhaling, Sebastian gave a brief hello to everyone, welcoming them, and began to play a jazz piece he memorized, the notes in perfect tune wafting out over the park, making sure his Semblance doesn't accidentally start.

Everyone's just standing so close together. This might be trouble.

As the bell chimed and the door opened to the sparring arena, Amet rose from his medetation and walked out.  With the Kindoturi starting to take effect, he sighed lightly.  It was another day he felt good.  And another day he wanted to try sparring.  He wasn't up for fighting other students, but some friendly competition was every now and then.

Standing on his end of the arena, he patently waited for his opponent.

Wonder who it could be this time...

Argent slowly filed into the auditorium with the other students, keeping his eyes on the ground as he listened to the voices that swam around his conscious. His feet heart and head kept a steady rythm as he mooved, each step seemed random but was entirely planned so he didn't wind up stepping on anyones foot. he made his way to a back corner of the place and rested in it, trying to just wait the whole thing out.

"Hey, it's that flying freak!" Biting down on her lower lips, Crystal Nelde paced into the classroom and chose to sit down at the corner closest to the door: None of her teammates had the same class as her this morning, and the redhead was reluctanted to go to History class on her own.

A piece of crumbled paper was tossed on her head from the seat behind her, and then landed on top of her notebook. Reached out for it, Crystal was about to toss it away, until her eyes caught a glimpse of something written inside.

Don't do it! Don't do it!

Her hand was shaking when she spreaded the crumbling paper on the table's surface, only to see an ugly drawing of herself with several of horrible nicknames and arrows pointed at the drawing.

Biting down on her lips, she took a deep breath and put it away, ignoring the sound of snickering behind her as class started