[b]Three months ago[/b]
[color=1b003f]"I found no need to study the history of Man, for I have lived through many ages. And what is there to study, when they repeat the same mistakes time and time again? Nothing. Left on their own, they are little more than a drop of water in a river, doomed to follow the same road forever. But now, as they near ultimate destruction, it is time to invervene. Mankind needs heroes, and so I shall provide them."[/color] He mused as he stood in front of the window of the Headmaster's tower, gazing out over the school and the city beyond.


[color=0a5d10]"What are you muttering about now, General?"[/color] Inquired the Headmaster. He glanced up from where he was sitting at his desk, filing paperwork for the latest batch of hopeful students.


[color=1b003f]"The day is fast approaching, Ozpin. You know this as well as I do."[/color] The silver-clad man reminded him as he stepped away from the window. His voice boomed in the empty room, accentuated by the soft sounds of the gears grinding in the background.


[color=0a5d10]"Indeed."[/color] Ozpin agreed, inclining his head. [color=0a5d10]"They will not sleep forever. How much longer do we have?"[/color]


[color=1b003f]"A few more years, at least, and a decade at most. Long enough to prepare the newest soldiers in any case."[/color] He sighed heavily, the purple glow emanating from his eyes dimming for a moment. [color=1b003f]"Just pray they are enough."[/color]


With those ominous words he departed, retrieving an enourmous sheath and the swords contained within from beside the door. He paused in front of the elevator and glanced back at Ozpin. [color=1b003f]"I have work that must be done. I trust you have everything in hand."[/color]


He swept from the room before Ozpin could reply. The Headmaster sighed as he refocused on his paperwork. [color=0a5d10]"Yes, of course."[/color]


[b]Present Day[/b]


[color=b18fdf]"Headmaster, the new students will be arriving soon."[/color] Glynda stepped up behind the older man, focused on the scroll she held. [color=b18fdf]"It seems we have a few promising students again this year."[/color]


[color=0a5d10]"I certainly hope so."[/color] Ozpin mused. Glynda shot him a glance but he didn't notice, and she chalked it up to the Headmaster being cryptic as always [color=0a5d10]"How many years have I been doing this, Glynda?"[/color]


[color=b18fdf]"Too many, some might say."[/color] She told him, well used to the question. He sighed into his mug.


[color=0a5d10]"Sometimes I fear they may be right."[/color]


[color=b18fdf]"There's no one better for the job, sir."[/color] She assured him. [color=b18fdf]"Beacon just wouldn't be the same without you."[/color]


[color=0a5d10]"You flatter me, Glynda."[/color]


Below, on the Beacon Cliff, a tall Professor with brown hair watched the inbound shuttles as they flew over the city. Beside him, a lanky young man wearing the Beacon student uniform watched with sharp eyes. [color=0047ab]"So, are you excited to meet your new schoolmates, son?"[/color]


[color=454922]"Underclassmen, dad. It's not like they'll share classes with me."[/color] He reminded the older man. The hawk-eyed boy turned to leave. [color=454922]"I should get back to the dorm; the rest of the team will be waiting for me."[/color]


The Professor patted his son on the shoulder as he walked away. [color=0047ab]"Say hi to your cousins for me, Garen. Oh, and keep them away from the new arrivals. They can be a bit...intimidating at first glance."[/color]


The brown haired young man nodded in agreement as he threw a wave over his shoulder. [color=454922]"Good luck with the recruits."[/color]


The fatherly man turned back to watch the approaching airship and muttered to himself, [color=0047ab]"Let's hope I don't need it."[/color]


[b](Your characters are on the first airship. You have two rounds until airship welcome speech.)[/b]