A semblance is a reflection of one's soul in a way. Unique, effective, and dehumanizing.

When confronted, the semblance, Nullification, will cause the effects of one's aura to perish. They are completely helpless; void of their ability to use their aura to activate their own semblance. The user requires their own aura to fuel this power. Therefore, using it as a shield, or to heal minor wounds would lower the timer on using Nullification, so to speak.

Use this power wisely; for it will determine your success or your downfall.

Beacon Academy, the school for the gifted and talented. It was perfect. Students with varying skills and weaponry bustled throughout the place all lively. Some flashed their weapons proudly as the girl with the red cloak ranted about them. Her awe reminded him of how he was when he first heard the stories of heroes. Now though? It made him sick.

Jaune stepped out of the airship and felt a gentle breeze brush against his skin. He wanted to make his way towards the school and avoid any more noisy types. The girl appeared to bounce between people like a virus, not discriminating at all. Another idealistic one to watch out for. If she survived the first few weeks, that was. He did not care for those that had yet to see how reality truly was.

He spotted some upperclassmen that carried themselves differently. They were far more assertive and served as a much larger threat to him. He had the itch to challenge them all right then and there, but restrained himself. He knew he'd have plenty of opportunities to awaken them some other time.

Some of the older students greeted him, but he brushed past them. He could hear them mutter a few unsavory words under their breath before they directed their saccharine energy towards another newcomer. Likely to greet the new students.

Before him was an open area with a grand stage on the other side of the room. It was getting crowded. The people in there must've been from the earlier departures. Jaune stood by a wall near the back and tapped his foot, waiting for initiation to begin.

His wish was granted when Headmaster Ozpin stepped up on stage, mug in hand. As the last of the bunch hurried in, Ozpin began his little speech. Jaune began to tune out as he surveyed the place. He could recognize a few of the ones from the airship he was on. He noted the weapons they used and theorized what their semblances could be. One's fighting style usually compliments their semblance and their weapon could amplify it further.

He spotted the blonde with gauntlets. They use two types of ammunition. One is meant for range, while the other has explosive properties. She can project herself through the air for mobility. She primarily uses her fists, and her muscle mass suggest she gets up close to outlast an opponent, not hit and run. The cloak girl seemed to be more of an annoyer, given her blatant use of her semblance.

The blonde could get around easily though. In more ways than one. If the information he was given was correct, pretty much nothing could faze the blonde. Either she could take a hit or she had large aura reserves. Regardless, she'd go down faster than the others. And if that info broker was as readable as he initially believed, he'll cash in on his power rather soon.

He knew the girl just beside him by name though. Pyrrha Nikos... a champion, or something like that. All he had to know was that she was strong. Unlike the blonde who'd take hits, or the shrimp that could avoid them, Pyrrha was just untouchable. He theorized she could either manipulate gravity or magnetism. He saw her in commercials, in the papers and articles. He even watched her fights on the net and was impressed by her skill.

Despite that skill, she was like the others. She had priority on his list.

Jaune was a man that knew when to fold them. He even knew how to talk someone into dangerous scenarios. So he could tell whenever someone was eyeing him. Pyrrha was occasionally stealing a few glances, but not out of infatuation. Her curiosity was more guarded. Did she recognize him? He couldn't recall ever meeting her before now.

"Something troubling you?" he whispered. He made sure to speak loud enough so that she could hear him over Ozpin's speech. Pyrrha blinked and turned her head towards him. She took a slight step back, although it may have been instinct. She crossed her fingers and held them in front of her politely.

"Oh, sorry... It's nothing." Pyrrha looked back towards the stage. Jaune rose his eyebrow, wondering what was on her mind. It was clear there was something she wanted to say, but something held her back. It'd be amusing if the Pyrrha Nikos was shy, considering how nice she must have it.

"So what's your name?" she asked. Jaune blinked and met Pyrrha's eyes, with her full attention. She adjusted herself to completely face him and stepped a bit closer, probably to keep herself from speaking too loudly.

She didn't bother to state her own name. "Jaune. Jaune Arc." He took her hand and forced a smile. She appeared to have a firm grip, which earned a sliver of his respect. "Feel like opening up to me after all?"

Her face flushed. "I-I just..." She paused and took a deep breath. "My apologies. I'm just not used to speaking to others. You know... focusing on training and studies and all."

"Hm. You of all people not used to speaking to others?" She flinched. "I'd expect someone of your level of charm to be quite popular."

"I-I'm sorry?" she stammered.

"I'm saying you're beautiful, and I find it hard to believe people wouldn't go out of their way to talk to you."

"Oh, why thank you..." She appeared to ponder a bit as she faced the stage, not paying the slightest attention to the speech either. "I suppose others don't speak with me because I'm... a bit hard to approach."

"Because of your shyness?" he guessed. She whipped her head towards him. A reaction like that suggested he was close to hitting the mark. "You were reluctant to speak with me before, but I commend you for taking that step towards growing out of your shell."

To think Pyrrha Nikos was shy. Remnant really had its mysteries that had yet to be discovered.

"Y-Yes, that's it..." She stifled a light laugh. She started to clap her hands along with the applause the other students were giving. Ozpin was making his way offstage as Miss Goodwitch instructed them. "Would you care to keep chatting for a bit?"

Jaune contemplated as Pyrrha gave him a nice smile. This one didn't feel forced. Maybe he could bond with her, break down those walls of hers so he can figure out her semblance. Asking for one's semblance was like asking if they were a virgin. It was a more personal aspect of themselves, which made his goal more difficult unless people displayed it due to their nature.

Usually people that were arrogant were flashy and it showed during spars. Or you could get excited and activate your heightened speed as you asked others what weapons they used.

Either way, this proposition couldn't hurt him.

"I'd like that, Pyrrha."

He knew. This blonde, Jaune, knew her name. Pyrrha couldn't believe her ears. She was the Invincible Girl. Everyone either loathed her for her fortune or admired her to the point she was like a goddess to them.

A goddess and not a person...

The flight to Vale was a bit difficult with all of the travelers and children that boldly declared her name. And then those that didn't notice her would swarm her within seconds. And the flight to Beacon from Vale earned her some stares and whispers which left her uncomfortable. She knew she was the topic of their conversations, so she didn't look back as she hurried out towards the auditorium, making her way past people that tried to make conversation with her.

She'd managed to blend in with the crowd afterwards. She sighed to herself and began to feel gloomy. She came to Beacon for a fresh start; a chance to make friends, form an amazing team and make memories. Maybe even get a boyfriend that treated her as an equal and strived to rival her in combat.

T-The physical kind. The non-sexual kind!

Yet her heart couldn't help but flutter when this guy caught her looking at him. He didn't blurt out her name in awe and fascination like the others. He stood there quietly, slightly interested in the speech and more focused on her looking like a fool. And he was so blunt, just admitting he thought she was beautiful. It was the first compliment that seemed to hold any weight, despite how it was delivered.

He appeared to misunderstand what she meant by her loneliness, but then again, she didn't outright tell him how others believed they were inferior to even speak with her. She didn't want people to feel that way. She just wanted to make a few friends.

So was this it? Was this the start she'd been longing for? She hadn't properly introduced herself to him and yet he knew her name. And it wasn't a common one. He must've known about her fame and still addressed her as a person.

This was a golden opportunity! He wasn't ignorant to her fame and treated her like a normal person. All she had to do was guarantee he'd end up on the same team as her. She wasn't being too forward, was she? It wasn't as though she was outright demanding him to be with her. It's just something she'd work for if she could.

Jaune seemed to be laid back. He carried himself in a relaxed way, yet he appeared to be assertive. He only had a sword and its sheathe equipped with no visible firearms. He wore a black long sleeve shirt that was adorned with a chest armor and shoulder guards. A classic fighter then. There was a special kind of art in simplicity. She mustn't underestimate him.

Time appeared to have flied as night approached. She parted ways with Jaune to change and prepare for the evening. She wasn't sure what to make of how the place was filled with others, both male and female, but relaxed when she noticed some teachers chaperoning.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Weiss Schnee, heir to the Schnee Dust Company, having a heated argument with some other girls. Unlike her, Weiss could speak to anyone no problem. Yet she had this different type of scorn aimed towards her that didn't appear to bother her. She wondered if the two could get along. If only she could muster up the courage to approach her. She condemned herself for that. She could kill Grimm with ease but couldn't start a simple conversation. Even the one with Jaune was sparked because he chose to call her out on glancing at him.

How embarrassing the moment was. Was this how her fans felt whenever she gave them a light wave?

She noticed Jaune soon after staring at Weiss and the other girls. He gave that look of disdain she noticed some others had for Weiss. Did Jaune not like Weiss then? Or was he annoyed by the ruckus they were causing? She made her way towards him and smiled when he turned his attention to her.

"Noisy bunch, hm?" she pointed out.

"Yes, indeed..." He looked back at them with his tired eyes. He didn't appear to be too thrilled when they broke up their fight and dispersed. He tracked Weiss as she made her way to her little area. The others around her had an obvious distance around her.

Maybe she was lonely like she was?

"You wish to speak with her?" he asked. "I believe someone like you could brighten her evening."

"Me? I'm not too sure about that..."

Jaune scratched his head and looked at Weiss. "Well, I doubt I'm the right guy to approach her. As a simple peasant and all. I'm nearly certain she'd give you some time out of her oh so busy schedule."

It was quite obvious he didn't hold Weiss in very high regard. It made her wonder why that was. Sadly, there were a few reasons she could come up with as to why he wasn't exactly fond of her. Yet that confirms he's aware she's famous if she thinks she can approach someone as prestigious as Weiss Schnee. Maybe she could?

"No, I don't think she's exactly in the mood for much more conversation."

Jaune eyes scanned her. He appeared to look a bit disappointed for some reason.

"Well, alright. I'll see you in the morning Pure."

Was...

Did she just earn herself a nickname!?