Warrior 「 RWBY Reader Insert 」❌ DISCONTINUED❌

「 p r o l o g u e 」

[Name] sighs irritatedly, she needed friends immediately. She tried to fit in by staying at the place with the people huddled around, watching and listening to the news. "..The robbery was lead by nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the Vale Police Department. Back to you, Lisa." The news reporter says, the screen changing to a woman named Lisa Lavender. "Thank you, Cyril. In other news, this Saturday's Faunus Civil Right's protest turned dark when members of the White Fang disrupted the ceremony. The once peaceful organization has now disrupted—" The news abruptly shuts off.

A woman's hologram appears in its place. "Hello, and welcome to Beacon! My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among the privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace and as future Huntsman and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. 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." After that small speech, the hologram disappears.

Students let out sounds of awe as they approach the windows. [Name] follows, not wanting to be out of place. Students chat and point out the stuff they see. Someone mentions that Signal Academy could be seen from the ship. [Name] sighs and looks out there, pursing her lips. She could also hear vomit boy let out a gurgle, signaling he wanted to vomit again.

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After a while, the ship finally lands on a platform leading to Beacon's courtyard. [Name] trails behind the amazed soon-to-be students and vomit boy who lets out his vomit into the nearest trashcan, examining the school. "You don't l-look very happy to be here." [Name] turns to see the boy who nearly vomited on her; vomit boy. How'd he vomit all his stress into the trash bin so fast?

"Ahh! Don't vomit on me, please." [Name] says shyly, hiding herself under her arms. The boy sweatdrops, a frown on his face. "Will I be forever remembered as the boy who vomited on an airship?" The boy stays next to [Name] sluggishly, his head down. She puts her arms down and quickly apologizes, grabbing his hand and speed-walking to the group of students, again not wanting to feel out of place (they all scattered to look around, though.) "I'm [Name], [Name] Arfeardell." She says sheepishly, not walking anymore and standing the boy upright, her hands on his shoulders. The boy's head perks up and suddenly there's a flirty look on his face. "Well, I'm Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it!" Jaune says in a flirty tone, regaining his confidence. "I'm sure they do, Jaune, I'm sure they do."

Then suddenly they hear a small thud near them.

They both turn and see a young raven-haired girl, on the ground surrounded by a bunch of cases that were all also on the ground probably because of her. [Name] knew that young girl as one of her old teacher's favored student. Another girl approaches, looking very fancy. [Name] somewhat knew her, she was the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. She didn't remember her name, though.. "What are you doing?!" She exclaims, looking down on the younger girl. The young girl apologizes. The Schnee Dust Company heiress scolds her and tries to educate her on Dust. She was saying it all too fast, [Name] and Jaune couldn't really hear. The young girl gets up slowly, some of the Dust clearly getting in her face.

The young girl's head is down as more of the Dust get in her face. She lets out a loud sneeze which causes an explosion and go onto the Schnee heiress. There's a dark smoke, a little ice and a few sparks. The bottle flies and rolls away. The Schnee heiress who was now ashy begins scolding the poor girl once more, as she apologizes timidly. After more scolding, the younger girl gets a little irritated. A wavy-haired, bow-wearing girl appears, holding the bottle of Dust that rolled away.