Novel & Cerita Rwby Beacon Uniform

Damon said with a smirk as he held onto a deep red combat uniform. Wyatt picked up the black uniform with a shrug. In Chad’s hands was a uniform in navy blue, a small smile spreading across his lips. “Sweet, this is my favorite color. The ladies are going to love this one, for sure.” My gaze then snapped to the table where the uniforms lay, my eyes widening as I took in the two remaining colors—army green and a bright, unmistakable yellow. It wasn’t a muted shade at all; it was eye-catching and definitely very, very yellow.

Rowan's eyes flickered to what Sky was wearing, she hadn't actually had a proper look yet. It was pretty average, black trousers and a white tank top under her dark blue cloak. Dark blue wasn't a colour either of the two nearby nations wore. Rika was dark purple and Lamarie was a lighter blue. Rowan herself wore a dark green, it blended with her background better and let her hide easier. She couldn't lie and say Sky didn't suit the blue colour, it was just intriguing. "So where exactly are you from?" Rowan asked, a small smile tugging on her lips but it vanished into a frown once Sky had responded

Room service entered, pushing a golf cart covered in sheer fabric and perched atop the tray— Was a glimmering black box. Raymond opened it with a grin. Inside: a black leather crop top, high-waisted leather pants, stiletto heels, and a crimson choker with a single diamond at its center. I stared. “What the hell is this?” He walked over and held up the outfit. “Your uniform for tonight.” I burst out laughing—until I saw his face. He wasn’t joking. “I can’t wear that!” He stepped closer. “Naomi… trust me.” I tried it on.

Even her name meant a small songbird which fits with the sunny weather so well. Robin took a look at the clothes that Wren had brought with her. She was surprised to see a simple yellow sundress with large printed flowers on it. It looks too bright and feminine for Raven’s taste. In fact they had never seen Raven wore clothes as bright as this and with feminine patterns like its flowers. Raven always wore plain shirts and pants all with the basic dull colors. Still, with her porcelain skin and pitch black eyes and a hair as dark as ebony, her plain clothes still suited her so well.

“Sure. Just make sure you’re in your seats by noon.” We found a long bench near a stretching mat. Skyler and Toby were stretching nearby, trainers from the Lodge helping them warm up. They wouldn’t be competing for Beta for hours. We watched as Aperture pack members stretched, and got ready. They changed into their challenging uniforms behind a curtain towards the back, emerging with a newfound sense of confidence and tempered excitement. Each pack had a distinctive color. The Apertures wore a deep, forest green. I glanced sideways. Ethan was looking longingly at the uniform. My heart contracted just a little. But music began to filter through the massive arena speakers, amping up the crowd

Char and I took our seats beside Grayson, waiting for the proceedings -or whatever the fuck this is- to start. A small, slim brown haired man who looked like he was one wind from being blown away, walked farther into the room. He turned and pinned Char with his dark eyes. I took the opportunity to study his uniform. It was almost the same as I'd seen Blade wearing in the plane, albeit without the weapons or the symbols on it. The color schemes were the same though and it had the same shimmering air to it.

—elegant and relaxed in a way that said they’d never been asked to carry anything heavier than a glass. I stood at the edge of the entrance, invitation in hand, fighting the urge to smooth my dress for the tenth time. It was not Frostveil finery. It wasn’t my old bar uniform, either. We’d picked it the way you picked weapons: simple black, long-sleeved, high enough at the neck to keep hungry eyes off my scars, loose enough through the middle to hide my small but real bump. My wrist was covered. The bracelet sat hidden, hot, a familiar circle of wrong.

The school’s heating system was blasting, but it did little to thaw the icy tension in the corridors. To my left, near the cafeteria entrance, a group of junior girls were wearing matching black knit beanies—a clear, deliberate homage to my signature look, fully co-opted as the official uniform for Team Evans. To my right, a cluster of sophomore guys were loudly debating the merits of Atlas’s passing yards versus Evans’s goal-to-assist ratio, several of them wrapped in thick gold scarves.

I noticed an usual change in the pack today. The atmosphere was tense, and people gathered in small groups exchanging words in low whispers. For the first time, I could walk around the whole space without any attention on me. That was new, not that I complained. I took a corner, only to run into Beatrix. Gone was the girl with red swollen eyes and dishevelled hair; she seemed to have redyed her blue hair, there was a glow to it. Once again, she was back to the girl I knew, the one who always had that calculative smirk on her lips. She was in a black uniform, with the pack logo at the side, and that could only mean one thing.

“Wooh! Leave it to me.” He was already scrolling and skimming applicants when Raven chose a maroon coat and white undershirt as his attire for today’s business meeting. He was on his third spray of perfume when Jayce ran towards him, facing his laptop screen too close to his face to see a picture of an all too familiar woman. He couldn’t believe his eyes.