Rwby's Resident Snowstorm

Scroll and Sleepover

A/N: Welcome again for the best story I have ever written! The other one got like 13, because I was kind of lazy and selfish to upload it in short parts and multiple chapters. Hopefully this story achieves what I want to avoid. Enjoy! Comment if you want. Thank you Quezan, you've been a great help in my self confidence and thanks TheDeadMeta1. Both of you actually do something. Yay. Anyway, intros by....
"Guess who? It's the random ass piece of shit Mile Sanjay! Eh hey! Rwby belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth! Maybe someone else but eh. We OCs, though I'm a Self Insert... own ourselves! Read! Comment! Enjoy!"
Thanks Mile. On with the story!

"Man, that was good," I say to Phoenix. He nods in response.
"Welp, time to bring the meat up." Phoenix and I run inside and pull out the meat, I don't know how many we need, so I took the entire supply.
"Phoenix, help me gather it all up in one spot and I'll elevate them up." Phoenix does what I say and we've finally gathered it all up. The sun is setting...
"Time to make a grand entrance with the meat!" Phoenix gives me a grin. Heh. I make an ice platform with wheels and put the meat on it. Phoenix helped with the second part of course. I break the Ice Pillar and we ride the platform. I create ice tracks for the platform to get on top of. Probably should've built the tracks and then the platform, but okay.
"Okay Phoenix, push the platform forward and then we get on top. Capiche?"
"Capiche." Finally. So we do it. Phoenix and I get a running start, push it and get on top of it. The platform rides smoothly.
"DELIVERY SERVICE! A DINNER FIT FOR A WHOLE ACADEMY COMING UP!" I scream as we finally stop, using ice of course. We stopped in front of the entrance. I'm not sure where the students would be eating, so we wait.
"So, you've delivered the meat to the entrance." Daftpin shows up and laughs at the absurdity of the situation. Two teenagers on a platform made out of ice, that also holds a ton of meat.
"Glynda will deliver the meat to the chefs. You can prepare for tomorrow now." Daftpin leaves for some other place.
"I believe we haven't had the chance to introduce ourselves yet. My name is Glynda Goodwitch. No, it is not Badcock. Too many people make those jokes these days." She shakes Phoenix's hand then mine. Having done that, she immediately levitates the meat and leaves for the kitchen, wherever that is. I'm sure there's a kitchen.
"Van! Phoenix!" Blanc?
"Hey Blanc. Whatcha doing here?" I lean on the platform still on the ground. Surprisingly no one else has seen it. Probably because they were too busy preparing, meanwhile Phoenix and I were eating meat at the outskirts of the Emerald Forest.
"Just watching you bringing meat. Also, could you give me some?"
"Well, Ms Goodwitch already took all the meat so..." Blanc looks downcast. He probably wanted to eat some good meat. I have to say that the meat is good. It's great.
"She probably headed to the kitchen."
"Thanks Van, I promise to repay you for this." Blanc goes off to the kitchen, if there even is a kitchen.
"I need to prepare for tomorrow now." Phoenix jumps off the platform and heads inside. I look at the setting sun.
"The sun...it reminds me of something...something I could do once I entered Beacon..." THAT'S IT. DAD'S SCROLL THAT IS MY SCROLL NOW. I CAN LOOK THROUGH HIS MESSAGES TO ME AND HIS FRIENDS. I'll read it at night. I should wash up, brush my teeth and prepare for bed. Now, where did I put those...pajamas...I..I didn't bring the clothes Weiss helped me to get... We all left. I completely forgot that I bought clothes. I was planning to wear my first pajamas in the sleepover, but I guess I can't. All the money down the drain. I should walk to the ballroom and mourn my failure...
"So...this is the ballroom." It's pretty open, but I don't think that there's enough room. I need to get to my locker and...
"Vanilla?"
"Who? Oh, Weiss." I knew I recognized that voice. She looks at my face and instantly realizes my problem.
"You dolt... you forgot to bring your clothes I helped you try on... Luckily I brought them for you. Here's your clothes..." Weiss hands over two luggages. She points to the left one.
"That one holds your casual clothes and the other holds clothes for special occasions."
"Why would I need as much clothes for special occasions as much as casual clothes?"
"You never know Vanilla. Maybe someone will mistake you for a Schnee and kidnap you. Maybe the only way out is to interact with the outside world in formal clothes. Who knows?" That's oddly specific.
"Sure Weiss. I'll go prepare now."
"Wait, did your Dust Shipment come yet?" No...
"No. Your big sister hasn't sent it yet. By the way... what is your big sister's name anyway?"
"Winter, Winter Schnee. If you will excuse me Van, I need to go prepare."
"I excuse you." I leave for my corner. I open my luggage that contains the casual clothes and find the perfect pajama. The exquisite colouring that just so naturally fits my hair. It's beautiful. Time to take a shower. I walk to the shower room and encounter Nila on the way there.
"Hey Van, going to the showers?"
"Yeah."
"Be careful of the guys in there, some of them are a bit...suggestive..."
"I understand what you mean Nila. Don't worry I'll stay away from them." Nila gives me a thumbs up and keeps walking to the ballroom. I look outside the window and it's night time.
  Finally the showers. There's a bit of people here, but not too much. I would prefer if there were none, but that's nigh impossible.
"Is he showering with his weapon?"
"Ugh, must be another weapon fanatic." I'll have you know, that if Fimbulvetr wasn't here the entire shower room would have frozen by now. I walk to a stall and start showering.
"Don't drop the soap!"
"That's very wrong. Please stop."
"FUCK I SLIPPED!"
"Where's my clothes?"
I can hear so many voices. Sooo....many.... better go fast to get out faster.
~Timeskip brought to you by Van in his exquisite coloured pajama~
The ballroom seems like a nice place now. Many students indulging themselves in some chatter and some even reading books. I even see a student reading Bleach. It's a good novel, about the adventures of one teenage boy who has two souls fighting over his body. His normal self and his dark side. Never had the time to read it, but it interested me.
I look up and above the stairs Nila and Mile are fighting. Just like the sparring Mile and I did. They're shouting insults at each other too.
"Your mom gay."
"Your dad lesbian."
"Your sister a mister."
"Your brother a mother."
After those insults they both keep quiet and continue. Mile wields his umbrella, while Nila uses a lance. I'll leave them to it. I should find something to do, while waiting for the meat. They're probably going to give us meat strips instead of a full meal. I sit down in...an adequately spaced corner of the room. I cover myself with my blanket and pull out the scroll. It's time to read those messages. Dad probably meant that after I get admitted into Beacon, I'll read it, but I am currently in Beacon, so I'll just do it anyway. I open the scroll and find where he put those messages. Okay, now I need to type a password. If I remember correctly, it's... W1N73R MA1D3N. And opened. A video pops up and I watch it...
"Hello again Snowflake... I see you're watching the video I left for you. If you are, then I'm currently in a position I can't do anything or... dead." There he is... Dad. In his heroic glory. He had natural white hair and a formal suit.
"If I am dead, I am so very sorry for dying on you Snowflake. At least your mother should still be alive, if she isn't... then, you would be left alone until you reach Beacon. If you were...please bear in mind that the messages here aren't videos to reminisce to. Snowflake. These videos are very important messages to very important people. You're allowed to watch them if you want, but be sure to give them the video. I have several other videos here that will instruct you on how better to become a Hunter. Snowflake, I want you to know, that if we are dead, don't sacrifice everything to kill our killer. Live a good life. Live a life with your friends in Beacon. Live for us."
  A-and I've started crying... Tears just flow out of my eyes in a steady flow... D-dad... I-I don't have the time to c-cry... I better watch those videos. The whole video was only dad looking at the camera and talking...those final seconds were only of him smiling... the video ended. And a whole new section open up. I guess I can open it whenever I want now. Better leave the password the same. There are multiple videos, and multiple sections. I should watch the ones that will help me first. I tap on the section called Training. There are multiple videos to pick from. I pick the very first one: Semblance. Dad shows up again.
"Hey, Snowflake. If it isn't Snowflake then you probably got this video from him. Please take care of my little boy. Anyway, you probably tapped on this video to learn about Semblance. There really isn't anything else to know about Semblance except for the basics, but remember this. Your Semblance is like a muscle, the more you use it, the more you improve it. If you never explore the limits of your Semblance then you can never reach your full potential. If you are Snowflake then the next video is about the Schnee family's Glyphs." Glyphs... I have no use for that video. But I'll watch it anyway. I go to the next video.
"Hello Snowflake. Or whoever is watching this... if it isn't my son, then you are either a Schnee or someone else. I'm sure you are a person to be trusted if my son gave you this video. Anyway, this video is a video on how to better use glyphs, the Schnee family's hereditary Semblance. So, this video is only really useful for the Schnees or others with a similar Semblance. Anyway, Snowflake, if you so happen to not inherit Glyphs from me, then please pass this video on to a Schnee. At least my knowledge I've learned while away will have worth. Anyway..." I keep watching the video. Dad not only just explains the Semblance, he demonstrates the several effects of it too.
"Everybody has a unique Semblance. Even if Glyphs are hereditary, there is always something special in a Schnee's individual Semblance. Your Glyphs could perform better at summoning, it could perform better at using the Glyphs, it could have another hidden effect. It is up to you to find out what that difference is."
Dad continues. I never knew Schnees were able to summon an animated ice version of a previous enemy. He continues, even demonstrating the summoning too. Dad summons a Deathstalker, an Ursa, a Nevermore and a Beowolf.
"My individual difference is being able to keep up the summons for a very long period of time, I can even summon human opponents I have faced and they can replicate the original's Semblance for a while. Remember, you could have a similar effect to mine, but there is always a difference."
Yup, I'm definitely sending this to Weiss. She felt off when talking to me earlier. As if she was angered by something. But how do I go about it without incriminating myself? I don't feel like being known as a Schnee. I just want to live as a normal person.
"Remember, Semblance isn't everything. You need to train your battle skills too, especially if you use a weapon. Trust me, it'll come in helpful if you want to be a Real Hunter."
"Remember to say the ending part Fara!"
"Yes Bela... the next video is my wife's introduction to her...Semblance." The video ends there. Why did dad pause before saying Semblance? I should send the video to Weiss. But how?  I don't have Weiss' contact... maybe Dad has her contact for some reason...no, he doesn't. I should just ask Weiss straight up. Or.... is that Weiss' sister in the contacts?
  It says...Winter-Niece. It could be. I have a lot of numbers on the scroll, all of them have a name-relation to dad. I should change the -relation to fit me instead. So I change Winter-Niece to Winter-Cousin. Well, might as well do it now.
"Hi, hello is this Winter Schnee?"
"Vanilla? Why are you calling from uncle's scroll?"
"Well...dad gave it to me..."
"Oh, I thought uncle came back and decided to call me..." It seems dad was pretty close to Winter.
"Sorry. But...dad has been dead for 7 years."
".....I...see."
"Winter?"
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"It's fine, but Winter I called you because I wanted you to send something to Weiss."
"You don't have Weiss' contact yet?"
"Yeah and I...kind of don't want to ask her..."
"I see... so what is it?"
"A video my dad left for me. It's about Glyphs. I think it could help Weiss."
"Okay then... Would you mind if I watched it too?" Why would I?
"No, not at all. Just send it to whoever you think needs it."
"Thank you Vanilla." I should send over the other videos too. I'll ask for all the Schnee Section to be sent. The others, I'll find someone else to send them or I'll send them myself.
"Wait, I forgot something. My dad left messages to other people too, so if you could send them over."
"I will."
"Okay, I'm sending over all the videos in the Schnee section..."
"I've received it. I'll send them over to the people uncle wanted it to be sent too."
"Thank you."
"No...thank you Vanilla. We all thought uncle was dead for 14 years. Even though he is, at least we know now." With that Winter turns hangs up the call. I never knee dad was that distant from his family, well our family.
"MEAT!" I hear someone shout. Just as I finished the call. Would've been awkward if I had to get some of the meat, while calling Winter. I open the blanket, only to see a familiar face above me.
"So, you've sent them."
"Yeah Daftpin. I sent over the Schnee Section." Daftpin smiles and gives me a clear packet of the meat.
"It's meat strips. As you can guess, we're going to use the rest of the meat for cafeteria food. Thanks for the donation."
"You're welcome." I say as I receive another packet.
"Everybody gets 2." He says as he leaves to give everybody their packets. Looks like Daftpin's giving everybody their piece of the meat.
"IT'S TIME TO BEAT MY MEAT!" BLANC? THE FUCK!
"Er, uh, sorry guys. I was just excited to eat my meat..." All the other people give him either a look of disgust or a relieved look. Hēisè smacks Blanc on the head.
"SO FUCKING GOOD! WHO THE HELL COOKED THIS!!!" I hear someone say. Everybody starts getting excited and eats the meat strips. Some eat only one packet and others eat both immediately. The ones who can bear the hunger don't eat it.
"Mmm, sho good..."
"It's good ain't it?" I ask Mile. He's currently on the stairs. I sleep in the corner on the second floor of the ballroom, Mile's spot is pretty near mine.
"Yeah!" AM answers for Mile. I only eat one packet, but it seems like Mile and AM are going to eat all of theirs.
"Better than before..." I guess it is. After all we only cooked the last one over a fire. We literally just spun it until it was ready. These meat strips were actually cooked. We all eat in silence. Blanc and his team, well, him, Hēisè, Nila and Acha are near us. It's like we're two teams. I want the teams to be like this.
"..... Aren't you guys cold from being near me? I'm like a human freezer." That's the only thing bugging my mind right now.
"No!"
"...No."
"Hell no!"
"H-how?"
"Well... Van. My Semblance is Usage. The ability to use anything to do almost anything. The more impractical it is to use it for that purpose, the better it works. So...I used myself as a heater for this whole room." How?
"H-how?"
"It just works okay?" I'll just leave it at that then. Ms Goodwitch walks up the stairs and towards us.
"Vanilla, I'm going to need you to put your weapon into your locker." Oh yeah, everyone did that.
"Sorry, Ms Goodwitch, buuuuut.... My Semblance would literally freeze the whole room if I didn't have my weapon. It limits my powers." Ms Goodwitch looks unconvinced at my explanation.
"I don't believe you. Put away the weapon." I guess I have to... And the corner is freezing. I try to restrict it to only that corner but I can only do it for a while. The ice nearly reaches Ms Goodwitch's legs.
"Yeah, it's getting cold now." Mile says, trying to persuade Ms Goodwitch. She nods in belief. I grab Fimbulvetr and keep it with me. Ms Goodwitch leaves and the ballroom calms down. Eventually people start to sleep, until only a single light source is left. I can only hear some silent talking until the last light is suddenly blown out.
"OI WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?" I hear. I don't care. I need to watch the next video. The one about mom's Semblance. I cover myself with the blanket, all of myself. And start watching the video.
"Hey, Snowflake! Nice for you to finally watch my first video! I'm a bit embarrassed about this since it's my first video and you might be watching in public..."
"..." What. Mom was a...quirky person. Anyway, mom had casual clothes and a white cloak. The white cloak is pretty similar in design to Ruby's actually.
"Well, anyways on to... huh? What if it's another person? Okay then... If you are not my little Snowflake then shame on you for watching this secret video of his mom! Unless he gave it to you but I don't see why unless...you are the successor to my power. If so, my son definitely gave this video to you to help you. Anyway... here is an example of my power." She just...made a giant ice palace and multiple grimm. The ice palace and grimm are so detailed... as if she just froze some grimm and a palace. The grimm moved!
"Yes, I can make animated ice. I can animate my ice however I want with disregard to physics. Just like the Schnee's summoning. However my sculptures are so life-like, it's as if I just froze them... and also..." The ice palace moved!
"Yep. I can animate inanimate objects. If you in fact inherit my power, the only problem you'll have is to control your power. And if you're Snowflake, you probably inherited your father's Semblance: Glyphs. If not...and you somehow inherited something from me, I can only hope your Semblance is related to this power. When I was young, I had no idea on how to control this power. In fact, my only hope back them was my beloved blade: Fimbulvetr. Now, I have no need for it for I learned how to control. You might have the same problems, or even worse, because if you were my son watching this, I would have given Fimbulvetr to you. Anyway, the easiest method is to have something on you that restricts your power or better yet absorbs it. Maybe it constantly absorbs the energy from your Semblance and can release it at will. That's what Fimbulvetr does. The second method is seclusion. Spend tons of time alone, honing your control. There are other methods, but these are the simplest ones... I recommend the first option, being alone can take a toll on your mental health." True that.
"Anyway, I'll skip over the basics of this ability as you should know already and go straight into the advanced stuff. Animating the ice." The part I've been waiting for.
"You need to practice. Practice and practice and practice until the ice you create are beautiful enough to be life-like. Once you have done that, move it. Just think of it and it will move. There's really nothing to it, except for the practicing to create life-like ice sculptures. That's kind of it." T-That's it? Just...move it? That's so fucking easy... But I guess my ice hasn't reached that level... I'll train more after the initiation. Tomorrow huh? I uncover my head from the blanket and begin to sleep. The initiation... I'll definitely pass it. Animating ice... I'll definitely achieve it. And last of all... Vengeance... Meh, I'll leave that for tomorrow... Right, I need to take off my contact lenses...
Third Person Pov
Ozpin walks into the ballroom, where every student is sleeping.
"Vanilla...your Semblance is truly terrifying. And you don't even know what it is..." For some reason Ozpin made no sound. No one could hear him.
"Vanilla..." Ozpin looked at his contact lenses stored in a case.
"I want to see exactly what you can do without these contact lenses restricting you..."
Ozpin disappeared into the shadows, taking Vanilla's contact lenses with him. And Vanilla's Aura began recovering at it's abysmal pace again...

A/N: What could Ozpin be plotting? What is the true power of Van's Semblance? Find out next time on Resident Snowstorm! Actually you won't. Well, not next chapter at least...

Girl for Vanilla? Girl for Vanilla Machine Broke. Understandable, have a nice day.

Song song song song song song song. Wi fi at home doesn't work... might be late on uploads... maybe it'll work out..... Next story good bye. Thanks for reading and or commenting! And the votes. Thanks once again, it's truly great that this story can reach 325 reads. Thank you all. Next chap is an OC introduction. Van's Mom Bela and his Dad Fararen.