Neopolitan

It was a calm enough day at Beacon Academy, various students enjoying the usual hustle and bustle of the school’s strict huntress training programmes. Truthfully, the academy was in more trouble than both staff and students alike realised. As if there wasn’t already a criminal organisation running rampant through Vale with a devious scheme in mind, it seemed the problems didn’t stop there, as Beacon itself had been infiltrated by criminals.

One such individual was Neopolitan, the tiny, mute heterochromatic henchwoman of Roman Torchwick, although the many members of the academy hadn’t even the slightest idea they had been infiltrated by such a dangerous criminal. Her illusionary semblance left her disguised after all, seeming to be a rather innocent-looking girl, about the same Neo as height was normally (something she seemed to be stuck with, as much as she hated it), only having black hair done up in pigtails, a black and white frilly dress, and her usual heterochromatic eyes bright green. Nobody would know it was her, or at least, that’s what Neo thought.

The mute crook skipped through the hallways of the academy with her usual almost cartoon-like grace, not having a care in the world as she looked around, enjoying watching the unusual drama of the school unfold around her, it almost made Neo wish she had a similar life, although she quickly shook her head, repulsed by that thought. Unfortunately for Neopolitan, she didn’t quite realise she would be getting that life whether she wanted it or not… Albeit with some rather unusual changes in addition.

Blinking in confusion, the heterochromatic criminal looked down as she felt something in her hand, something that almost definitely hadn’t been there moments ago. How strange, had a student slipped it into her hand without her realising? That was almost impressive, being as skilled a she was, it wasn’t exactly easy to take Neopolitan by surprise, little did she know, a student certainly wasn’t responsible for the paper slip in her hands, although the girl was oblivious to that fact as she read it in her head, she couldn’t exactly read it out loud, but she did mouth the words she read in her confused state, which as it turned out was more than enough. The note read:

Name: Neopolitan

Demotion: Newly enrolled as Beacon’s Biggest Bratty Bitch, demoted to the very bottom of the social ladder, a submissive dork to be exploited and bullied by all, no matter how much she resists or despises it, a criminal life left behind to be Beacon’s weakest trainee huntress.

Reason: Tiny size, bratty attitude, cruel behaviour

The shock on Neo’s face was already surprising to see, and just the littlest bit satisfying on the face of someone usually so smug, cocky and confident almost perpetually. Still, while she was initially too busy trying to figure out what the note meant, and how whoever had passed it to her had known her true identity, that was nothing compared to Neopolitan’s expression as she felt her grip on her semblance beginning to slip, almost as if it was devolving, her control of masterful skill of it degrading to that of a beginner… Things only grew worse as the mute criminal felt her disguise slowly but surely slipping away…

She was in a crowded hallway! She couldn’t be seen, not when she was one of Vale’s most wanted criminals! Before she even had a chance to run though, her disguise flashed away in a rather eye-catching swarm of pink glass shards, and Neo found the eyes of someone familiar on her… But who?