Cht 15: A wild schnee appears. Fuck that 'name' in particular

Basalin was shook awake by Silvers, the girl rocking his shoulder and torso. The man woke with a large yawn, fangs folding out of their sheaths in the process. He looked over, his lover, girlfriend, and otherwise partner in crime and action smiled at him as he woke. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She pouted and he shook his head, looking the other way.

A kiss on the cheek was fine in public, and especially a bullhead headed for Beacon Academy, but the full Vale Kiss that she wanted wasn't something he'd do in public.

Getting up from his seat, Bas stretch himself out, picking his four saber sheaths off the crooks between seats and putting them back on his holster mount. Hanging from his front belt were two cubes of metal and a hilt, his Khopeshs.

Silvers also got up and gestured for him to follow her, bringing him to the glass window of the bullhead. It was a short flight of thirty minutes, but Basalin wanted to get some sleep as they'd arrived in Vale the day of their flight. With only three hours of time till their flight took off to Beacon, they'd panicked and bolted to the bullhead. They stayed there, for about one and a half hours before take off.

Their lateness was a mixture of bullhead delays, breakdowns, Grimm Migration, and other mishaps.

Stretching his back, Basalin walked over to the loading bay, grabbing his and Silvers' ultra big duffel bags and started heading for the exit. He glanced at the hologram of a far younger Glynda Goodwitch, the woman had just recently become Deputy Headmistress to Ozpin. About four-ish years ago if he remembered correctly.

The ramp lowered and Bas spoke to Silvers.

"Save me a seat for the speech, I'll go and stash our gear." He said, the other girl nodded.

Basalin explored the school briefly, tossing his bags and other stuff into designated containers. He got out some sleeping clothes, for Silvers, and a pair of sweat pants for him. Along with a pair of sleeping bags.

He was a bit worried about her getting sweaty in the thing, he didn't worry that much because snek facts.

He tucked the stuff away for easy grabs when he came back from the speech and hurried to join Silvers.

Entering the auditorium, he spotted his silver rose. Quickly walking over, he sat next to her in the row and propped an arm for her to rest on.

The Wizard came on stage and gave the same exact speech. Basalin blinked in amazement for a moment, before deciding that Immortals were creatures of habits.

At least it was short. Glynda came on and gave further directions.

They moved to the ballroom, Bas picking out a spot for him to crash on the guys side, only for Silvers to follow him over and onto it. She smiled as she laid her down next to him. Other hunters were giving her an odd look for her actions. He sighed at Silvers' antics, sat down on his bag and leaned against the wall he'd claimed.

"An odd tradition for what are in practice child soldiers." Basalin commented as Silvers joined him.

She chuckled, knowing more than well about Basalin's opinions about the Hunter system and how they effectively trained and conditioned children for war and expected them to be happy about it. Politics and PR no doubt. She honestly thought Basalin should have been a politician for all he talks about them, but the young man just gave her a disgusted look when she brokered the idea.

She leaned into his chest as he rambled about whatever sociopolitical problem was bugging him today, listening half-heartedly to his seductive voice and his calming heartbeat. Sleep beat at her minds door, eyes closing as she listened to her lover hum and rock her to sleep.

"You realize this is the boys side of the room, right?" That voice. Dear Oum help her. It was less the voice and more the words and tone it was said in. Oh so filled with authority and power.

"She's not hurting anybody, Schnee." Her boyfriend said in amusement. His voice said the word Schnee in manner that made her chuckle. It was like He hissed, tongue rattling. That was his mocking laugh. "If your so... concerned about not having a boyfriend, you can try your luck over there." He pointed at the men flexing and posing.

She heard a stomp and could imagine the girl gritting her teeth. "Its against the rules."

She felt flutters go through her stomach as he chuckled. "Rules? You think the staff would care if two people sleep next to each other, in a room filled with several other peoples and faunas, even if they were of opposing gender? Before sighting the rules, think of why their there in the first place. Its to make more skittish members of our school feel safe, not any real separation of genders." He hissed at her, making her flinch back. "Get out of here Schnee, your presence isn't welcome."

The women scoffed and turned on her heel. "Entitled brat." Bas grumbled making her chuckle. "Like grandfather like son." She said as she kissed him on the neck. His chest rumbled pleasantly. "I detest that." He muttered. "Lets get to sleep, Initiation is up on the morrow."

She humed a yes and let sleep take her.