August 6,1916: the British prepare for an assault on the German trenches. For aristocracy born John Fish, it's just another day in hell. That is until he's knocked unconscious and wakes up in remnant. At least he knows his lucky charm had something...
Alex: I'm guessing old Ozzy's gonna have us collect an objective and bring it back to him.
He points his side arm at his locker
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Me: And how would you know that?
He comes up and whispers to me.
Alex: One of the perks of being exempt.
I nod. He must've asked Ozpin what we would be doing. I didn't even think to do that... maybe reasons like that are why American gained independence from the British empire. He steps away and talks in a normal voice.
Alex: Just a guess.
He probably says this for any nosy eavesdroppers.
Richard: Any idea what we'd be retrieving?
He's polishing his secondary weapon as he says this.
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Alex: Hell if I know.
Suddenly I can hear Ruby yelling. I turn and see her yelling at Yang.
Ruby: What the- I don't need to "break out of my shell", that's absolutely ridiculous.
Jaune passes by with a piece of paper in his hand, griping about how he can't find his locker.
Jaune: This is ridiculous! There's no way I put my gear in locker 636 yesterday! I would've remembered having to count that high. Why does this have to happen today?!
He passes by Schnee, who is talking to a redhead girl.
Weiss: So, Pyrrha, have you given any thought to who you'd like on your team? Pyrrha: Hmm... I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may. Weiss: Well, I was thinking we could be on the same team together? Pyrrha: Well that sounds grand. Weiss: Great!
Jaune comes up and leans against the locker.
Jaune: You know what else is great? Me, Jaune Arc. Weiss: Seriously? You again? Pyrrha: Nice to meet you, Jaune. (Let the Arkos begin)
