"Get up." Haruka told Weiss, shaking her shoulder roughly. She didn't really do delicate wake-ups, especially not when the rest of the unit—team—had already been awake for approximately an hour.
"Hmm?" Weiss made a sleepy-sounding noise, and tried to roll over, but was stopped from doing so by Haruka's hand, still on her shoulder.
With her free hand, the Knight grabbed the blanket, and pulled it from the sleeping girl, dumping it on the floor beside her bed.
"Wake up." She repeated, as the heiress sputtered something as she awoke. "We have things to do."
"Wha… Hey!" Weiss's sleepiness disappeared as she noticed her sudden lack of a blanket, and sounded offended, somehow, as she sat up. Not my fault you slept through your alarm.
"We have things to do." Haruka repeated herself again, as she turned and walked away from the girl.
"It is time to unpack the things brought with, and organize the room." She said over her shoulder, returning to her bed. "Or, rather, time for you to do so. The rest of us have already finished, or nearly so." She gestured around to the rest of the room.
Blake had claimed the bookshelf on her side of the room, and was finishing put organizing the books she'd unpacked, while Yang read on her scroll, her posters already up across the walls, and the rest of her things stowed onto a few of the shelves Blake hadn't claimed. Haruka, meanwhile, hadn't brought much at all, and thus had taken only a few minutes to unpack. A few changes of clothes, and quite literally nothing else. She had no physical books to bring, everything was digital. She had nothing she cared to display, unlike Yang's stuffed animal collection, and didn't care about posters or anything else along those lines. As a result, she'd been able to pack very light.
"Hmph" Weiss finally stood up as Haruka sat down, the heiress seeming quite annoyed.
"Class starts in forty-five minutes, by the way." The Knight called over, as she pulled up one of the books she'd been reading, idly tugging at the sleeve of her uniform shirt.
"At least I can still wear my gloves with the uniform."
"Indeed. So, when are you going to tell her she's actually got an hour and forty-five minutes?"
"I'll let her figure it out on her own."
***
"And that was completely uncalled for." Weiss grumbled angrily as Team RWBY walked through the halls of Beacon, the heiress still annoyed at being mislead about the time earlier, which had resulted in her being quite frantic until she'd checked a clock and realized the discrepancy between said clock and her new leader's words.
"Hallowed tradition of pranking one's unit. I am not sorry." Came the response, delivered with a small grin.
"This isn't the military." She continued grumbling, as Yang just shook her head, smiling all the while.
"No, but it was funny, watching you scrambling around trying to get everything unpacked and put away, until you checked the time." The blonde noted with amusement, while the last member of the team seemed to decide it wasn't her conversation, staying silent, though Weiss swore she saw a grin.
"Funny to you, not even close to me." She grumbled again, continuing under her breath as the team walked into the first class of their stay at Beacon Academy, Grimm Studies with one Professor Port.
Hopefully, this won't be too much of a bore. Weiss thought, still muttering under her breath about her team, as she took a seat in the front row of the lecture hall. She set Myrtenaster point—first next to her, laning it up against the desk. And I still don't know why we need our weapons in-class. The syllabus never did explain that…
***
Looks like we weren't the first ones here. Pyrrha Nikos idly noted, as she followed her new leader, a boy by the name of Jaune Arc, into the lecture hall where class was held.
Indeed, another team had already arrived, Team NWBY—Snowberry, if she remembered correctly.
The first team had chosen the first row of seats, with in reverse order of the team's acronym-name. Yang Xiao Long sat closest to the door, her feet on the desk as she waited, with Blake Belladonna, the not-so-secret cat faunus bookworm, between her and Weiss Schnee.
Pyrrha mentally winced. That… May not end well. The Schnee family's distaste for Faunus, to put it mildly, was well-known. Though, apparently Weiss hasn't noticed, or she'd not be sitting next to her…
At any rate, next to the Heiress who'd attempted to convince the redhead to partner with her, was the leader of the team, Haruka Nakajima, reading something on her scroll. Pyrrha hadn't interacted with her in the slightest, and couldn't tell anything about her by the way she acted or from her appearance, unlike the others.
Offhandedly, she passed her Semblance over the four, as she'd started doing out of habit a few years ago. Nothing strong enough to move even a pin, just enough to detect metal.
Yang had her scroll in her vest pocket and was wearing a necklace with military-style tags on it, her gauntlets heavily layered with metal. Blake had a thin ring in her vest pocket and her scroll, her weapon on the ground next to her. Weiss was wearing her odd hair tie-tiara, her pendant, and had her scroll in her vest pocket, her sword in roughly the same position as Blake's.
At Haruka, Pyrrha nearly stopped dead as her Semblance passed over the girl. Only years of concealing her emotions from dealing with her fame allowed her to keep walking, and even then, she was sure her shock showed on her face.
What are you? Or, what happened to you? She wanted to ask the girl.
Her body was filled with metal, all four limbs seemed to be mainly composed of some alloy she didn't recognize, and the same alloy either sheathed or lay underneath her entire torso, running up her spine to the base of her skull, and even that contained some! For the Gods's sakes, even your eyes have metal in them! Your heart, lungs, everything!
Pyrrha's eyes snapped over to the girl, who had looked up from her scroll, meeting Pyrrha's sideways gaze. No expression was visible on her face, but her unblinking silver eyes bored into the redhead's own bright green.
Pyrrha continued over to the other side of the room, maintaining eye contact as her thoughts raced. Cyborg? Robot with Aura, somehow? What are you? And why did you look up right as I swept my Semblance over you? Could you feel it, somehow? And if you did, how?
As she sat down, Haruka's hand slowly snaked up to a silver cross pendant hanging over the front of her uniform, attached to a silver chain short enough the pendant hung at the level of her—also metal—collarbone. The girl turned away, and Pyrrha felt her Semblance blurring as the girl's Aura activated. Though, that's a very strange Aura. Cybernetics interference?
"Pyrrha?" A voice came from next to her, startling her away from her thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"You okay?" Jaune asked, mild concern in his voice. She hadn't even noticed she'd sat next to him. "You just kinda… Spaced out there for a minute."
"I'm fine. Just thinking, sorry." She apologized.
"Oh? What about?" The blonde inquired with a friendly grin.
Before Pyrrha could answer, though it would have been a vague lie anyway, the Professor walked in, stifling any and all discussion in the classroom.