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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. I am writing this purely to see reader reaction and for fun. I make no financial profit doing this.

Warning: There are some rants in my AN at the bottom, and as a result the AN is fairly long.

Chapter 11 – Troubled Horizons

"How much longer do I have to stand here Weiss?" Jaune was stood on one of the many lawns Beacon maintained, clad in his aura armor while Weiss painstakingly copied every rune and sigil she could find. "I'm getting bored here." And a more than a little bit nervous with how close Weiss was getting to him, particularly with where she happened to be positioned now. The objects of her curiosity weren't easy to see, a transparent white color on his armor. Most wouldn't notice them, but Weiss had always had an eye for things she could use to improve her own Glyphs, so she had to get fairly close to examine them properly.

"Until I'm done Jaune." Weiss carefully sketched what roughly looked like a winged cross inside of a diamond, over Jaune's navel. For this type of thing even a small mistake could prove catastrophic. "I want to know what these markings mean and if I can incorporate them into my glyphs. Now keep quiet and let me focus. This is very delicate work." From what she'd seen of Jaune's semblance, it was incredibly formidable, and Weiss wanted to add some of that strength to her own.

"But we've been here for nearly an hour already!"

"Ugh, fine! Just let me finish sketching this one and we can stop for the day."

"Yes!" Jaune pumped a fist in the air, prompting Weiss to smack him.

"Stay still!" She could practically see the pout under his helmet as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. Rolling her eyes, she continued her sketch. A few moments later, she finished, holding it up next to the sigil for comparison. "Okay, I'm done; you can go do whatever it is you do."

"Yes!" The armor dispersed in a white cloud, revealing Jaune slumped over panting, sweat rapidly forming on his face. "Man that is exhausting." He gasped out. "You don't really know just how much it takes out of you until you stop." He said, referring to the strain his semblance put on his reserves. He hadn't even been doing anything strenuous and he was feeling faint. While it was active he felt great, but once it was gone the drain hit him all at once.

After checking on Jaune to make sure he wasn't about to pass out, Weiss collected her things and started back towards the Academy.

"Where ya goin?" Jaune trotted after her.

"The library. I wanna research these things." She said as Jaune caught up to her.

"Aw c'mon, don't you wanna do something fun? I know Nora and Yang have set up some videogames in the lounge."

Weiss didn't bother looking up from her pad. "This is fun for me. Go ahead without me, and take Adel with you." The canine jerked awake from where he'd been dozing in the sun.

Jaune sighed in surrender. "Alright alright. See ya later then. Say hi to Blake for me if you see her." When Weiss focused in on a project like this it was best to just let her do her thing.

Weiss nodded distractedly, not really hearing the blonde. "Uh huh, sure."

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Weiss sat at a table in the library, a stack of books written by Glyph users who came before her on her left. The current book she sifted through had been written by the first, and possibly the most powerful known Glyph user in the world, Myrddin Emrys. A genius among geniuses, many of the array's he created were still in use today, providing the foundation of modern techniques.

It was highly unlikely that Weiss would find the exact sigils or runes she'd sketched. One of the reasons Glyphs were so powerful and versatile a semblance was that the sigils and runes that comprised the arrays could be combined and altered to change their capabilities immensely. There were very few runes or sigils that were left as standalone works, so odds were that those that appeared with Jaune's semblance were composed of multiple pieces. Weiss would have to hunt down each individual part and determine how they melded together if she wanted to be able to replicate it.

"The Cross," Weiss read. "Associated with the Light, Healing, and Sanctuary. This sigil is often used for charms of good fortune and is an integral piece for many defensive style Glyphs. Aura cost – Low." Well, that one was straightforward enough. Weiss wrote down the information on a notebook beside her and continued on to the next layer of the rune, the wings.

Flipping through the pages, Weiss found the correct section and began running her finger down the list. This one would be much trickier. Unlike a symbol like a cross, where there is relatively little deviation between individual models, there are hundreds of variations of wing types, combining a variety of polygonal blocks as the 'feathers', and specific lengths and thickness of the lines. Judging from the broad and powerful looking 'wingspan' she'd sketched, it had to have been based on some sort of bird of prey, so that narrowed it down a little bit.

Slowly sliding her sketch down alongside the pictures, Weiss eventually came to one that fit close enough to look into. "Eagle Wings. Like every wing motif, it embodies freedom of movement and swiftness. This sigil is steeped in the aspects of Creation, Healing, Spirit, and Divinity. The effectiveness of this sigil is dependent on the purity and steadfastness of the user, requiring a foundation in righteousness to fully utilize its potential. Aura cost – Moderate." Weiss studiously copied the information into her notes as possibilities for her Glyphs flitted through her mind. She wouldn't be able to create an armor like Jaune's, but perhaps a small array that could stabilize injuries might be possible.

That just left the final piece of this rune, the Diamond. This was undoubtedly the most advanced piece of the puzzle, as things like gems tended to carry a great deal of potential applications and meanings with them.

"The Diamond. The Stone of Invincibility. The King of Gems. This sigil is deceptively simple, yet one of the most potent markings known to man if made correctly. It is capable of granting superior strength, fortitude and courage to its wielder, leading many a great man to victory. If utilized properly, and with the right person, it is capable of turning the tides in even the direst of situations. A talented leader can rally their comrades with renewed vigor and determination, and bring them from the brink of destruction to victory.

The Diamond is capable of amplifying and projecting a person's energies and convictions, bolstering even the weakest of fortitudes. To fully use this sigil, one must hold a great strength of character, ethics and faithfulness to both themselves and those around them. The Diamond does not take kindly to deceit, whether it be of oneself or ones associates, reflecting this displeasure in reduced potency. The Diamond belongs to the domains of Trust and Truth. Aura cost – Very High."
There was a very large section dedicated to the Diamond, listing its uses, and the care needed in constructing it.

Weiss leaned back in her chair, overcome with the surge of pride she felt for her best friend, grinning down at the book. Jaune's semblance was his soul made crystallized. Those runes and sigils were what defined Jaune as a person, the very core of his being. Everything she'd read here fit Jaune so perfectly. He was so selfless, so caring, and he didn't have a single shred of deceit in his entire body. He would do everything he could to be the hero, no matter the cost to himself.

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"Nora watch out!" Quickly shoving the girl out of the way, Jaune hurled his body atop a grenade, moments before it exploded, destroying his innards, but shielding his friend and ally from the blast.

"Jaune! No! Why did you do something so stupid!? What am I supposed to tell the others!?"

"It's for the greater good Nora! You must…go on…with..out..me." Jaune managed to wheeze out before he died.

"Jaune? Jaune!? Speak to me buddy!" Nora crouched over the body, futilely trying to revive her teammate.

"And then there was one." Came the malicious voice of their enemy. "What'll you do without your little partner? You can't take the both of us on!"

"You killed him…" Nora said quietly. "You monsters! I shall avenge my comrade's death! Just you watch Jaune, I'll send your killers up to keep you company soon!"

Popping up from cover, Nora fired her grenade launcher everywhere her enemies could potentially be hiding, sending buildings collapsing, and blowing up barrels, crates and sacks of sand as her enemies cried out in dismay, their organs flying through the air.

"Blue Team Wins!" The games narrator announced loudly over Yang's protests.

"What the hell was that!? How many grenades did you even have!?" Yang tossed the controller on the table in front of her, turning to glare at the redhead beside her.

"Not enough, that's how many! Look, there's still a food cart standing!" Nora answered, pointing at the lone surviving structure.

"I'm sorry Yang, I'm not very good at video games." Pyrrha said sorrowfully from the blondes other side.

"No, it's not your fault. It's Nora's and her addiction to explosives! No wonder I couldn't find any extra grenades to pick up! You had them all!"

"Nyaaa-aah!" Nora stuck her tongue out. "You're just jealous of my mad grenade stocking skills! She who controls the grenades, controls the world!" Nora hopped up, throwing both arms overhead dramatically.

"Yea yea." Yang grumbled out. "If Ruby didn't need all that tutoring we would've kicked your ass." Having missed out on two years of education, Ruby was one of Ren's most frequent clients. Lucky her she wasn't the one paying him.

Pyrrha wilted slightly, an imaginary raincloud forming overhead. The movement caught Yang's eye, making her turn to look, and gasp in dismay as she flailed about, trying to console the Spartan.

"Ah, not that I think you're bad or anything, Ruby and I just know how to play together! You should see her with a sniper rifle, she never misses! Her kill to death ratio is off the charts!" Pyrrha slumped further into depression, fiddling with the controller in her hands. She'd had the lowest score out of the four, having nearly no kills and those that she did get were flukes, usually with grenades that ended up catching her in the explosion too. She could shoot the mask off a Grimm from a hundred meters away, but here she couldn't even hit the broadside of a barn. Stupid joysticks…

"Well if you had Ruby, I'd have had Ren and we still would've won! And I wouldn't have had to deal with Jaune getting in my way!"

"Hey!"

"Half the time I was killing you because you kept running into my line of fire!"

Jaune slumped in his own chair with a pout. Putting himself in the way of Yang and Pyrrha shooting Nora also put him in the way of Nora shooting them. It worked better in games without friendly fire.

"But you did make an okay meat shield I guess."

"Let's try something else!" Yang rummaged through the box of games they had. "Ooh! How about this one!" She held out a copy of Ultra Crush Sisters: Close Quarters Combat.

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"Doing a little light reading?" An amused voice came from behind Weiss.

Weiss jumped in her seat, twisting around to find Blake looming over her shoulder, staring down at her notes curiously. "Gah! What the- how-where did you come from!?"

"I work here remember?" Blake moved around the table and took a seat across from her. "I just got off duty and thought I'd come see what you were up to for the last few hours." The heiress had marched in, completely absorbed in whatever notes she'd been holding, pulled a few books from the shelves, and sat down to study them, oblivious to the outside world.

"Someone needs to put a bell on you." Weiss muttered, as she finished up a few notes, missing the momentary narrowing of Blake's eyes and the anger that flashed in them. By the time Weiss looked back up, Blake had schooled her face back into one of vague curiosity. "Right…Jaune says 'Hi' by the way."

"So what's all this for? Extra lessons from Goodwitch?"

"You know how Jaune has his semblance now?"

"…No, I hadn't noticed the glowing white knight that appeared in the middle of our battle, temporarily stopping it with a giant rejuvenating white dome of aura." Blake said in a deadpan.

Weiss frowned back at her. "Don't go all snarky on me. You asked remember?" The black haired girl bobbed her head, conceding the point and motioning for Weiss to continue. "Anyways, I noticed some markings that appeared on his equipment," Weiss tapped her pencil on her sketches. "And I wanted to look into them to see what they were and if I could use them myself."

"Anything interesting?" Blake's eyes skimmed the notes in front of Weiss, the upside down words, written in an elegant cursive, doing little to slow her down, though some of the jargon went straight over her head.

"Nothing surprising if you think about it for a second. The ones I've been able to look into so far all align to the same general ideals; Protection, safety, healing, etcetera. All very positive things that suit Jaune's personality quite nicely. With the right research, development and planning, I should be able to adapt some of it for my own use." Though who knows how long that would take. Creating a new glyph was no easy task, and there was only so much help she could get from books and Professors. Every Glyph semblance was different in some way; hers for example revolved around a snowflake motif, whereas Professor Goodwitch's had circles. They weren't things that could be copy pasted so to speak.

"They must synergize rather well then." Blake mentally pictured Jaune's semblance. Ever since it'd awakened, he'd become a significantly more dangerous Hunter, and that strength would only continue to grow as he became more familiar with his ability. Semblances weren't always as straightforward as their face value would suggest.

"They really do." Weiss confirmed enthusiastically. "If my research is right, and it always is, the Cross here is the base for it," Weiss tapped the aforementioned picture with the end or her pencil. "Bringing in Light, the glow emanating from his equipment, Healing, self explanatory with what we've seen, and Sanctuary, the beginnings of the armor itself and probably the dome you mentioned earlier. The next part, these Wings," Another pencil tap on the wings. "Contribute mobility and freedom of movement, along with reinforcing the Healing aspect and bringing Creation, another factor to the armor, and possibly another two that I'm not certain of yet, Spirit and Divinity, though they might tie into the last piece, the Diamond." A third tap of the pencil on the Diamond. "This is the kicker, serving more as a booster element than any real function by itself. It's capable of magnifying the symbols or user it's applied to with varying degrees of success. Interestingly enough, that little detail is dependent on the characteristics of the user. The more in tune they are with its values the more potent its effects will be."

Blake blinked, finding that she'd leaned in during Weiss's explanation, and was closely examining the pictures as she talked. "And, what values are those?"

Smiling wryly, Weiss answered. "Truth, Trust and Faithfulness primarily."

Blake leaned back in her chair, looking to her side a little awkwardly. Weiss didn't notice it, caught up in her explanations. "Suits him perfectly right?"

Blake nodded. "Yes, the whole chivalry concept seems to be his thing doesn't it?" The boy couldn't, or wouldn't, tell a lie to save his life.

"That's my Jaune alright." Weiss nodded, beginning to pack up her things. Dinner would be starting soon, and she wanted to get her things back into her dorm room before the rush.

Blake smirked. "Your Jaune?" Weiss froze, mentally cursing up a storm. "Oh my, I hadn't realized things were so serious between you two. Just wait till Yang hears about this."

Weiss gasped. "Y-you wouldn't dare!" Blake's smirk grew. "B-besides, there's nothing between Jaune and I! It was just a simple slip of the tongue!"

"Oh really?"

"Really!"

"Great! Pyrrha will be absolutely delighted to hear that." Blake paused to enjoy the blank look on Weiss's face. "She's been eyeing Jaune up for a while now, but she hasn't done anything yet; maybe because she wasn't sure of the nature of your relationship. But since that's not the case, I can give her the go ahead right?"

A white hot flare of possessiveness erupted in Weiss's chest. No one was going to touch Jaune but her! "I will end you if you breathe a word of it!" Weiss shouted, standing from her chair so fast it slid backwards and slamming both hands on the table to glare at the startled brunette. A deafening silence filled the area, as Weiss realized what she'd just done. Slowly craning her head around, she saw everyone staring over at them in shock and confusion, as embarrassment turned her face red. A few moments later, in as dignified a manner as she could manage, Weiss collected her notes, returned the books to their proper places and exited the library, a very amused Blake following after her.

"I see now. He's not yours per say, but you want him to be yours."

Weiss jabbed a finger in front of Blake's nose. "Not. One. Word."

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The two girls reached the dormitory, welcomed by the mad cackling of a crazed Nora.

"Muahahahahahaha! None can defeat me!" The sound of several explosions ripped through the air. "I'm queen of the castle! I'm queen of the castle!" Nora sang out with mad glee.

The girls paused, debating the merits of entering the den of insanity.

"…On second thought, let's not go back to the Dorm. 'Tis a silly place."

Weiss stared at Blake. "I find it a little unsettling just how well that quote fits here." More yelling and explosion sounds.

Pushing the door open, they easily spotted their teammates crowded around the lounge's big screen television.

"No wai-!" Jaune cried out just before another explosion followed by Nora's laughter and the television announcing 'Player two defeated!'. "Aw man."

"You're mine Nora!" Yang shouted, mashing buttons on her controller. "Eagle…PAWNCH!"

"Missed me! Eat my beats Major Eagle!" More explosions followed by 'Player three defeated!'.

"Fuck you Queen Plum!" Yang tossed her controller away sulkily.

"I'm comin' for you now Pyrrha!"

On the tv there were two characters left. One was a blonde in a poofy pink dress and a crown, and the other an orange and yellow armored figure with what looked like a gun for an arm cowering in a corner.

"No! Stay away!" Pyrrha frantically backpedaled her character while unleashing a massive blue ball of energy from her cannon.

Nora's character pulled out what looked like a fidgeting baby wearing a red hat with white spots on it and held it out in front of her just before the blast reached her. Upon touching the baby like figure, the ball vanished in a small flash of light as Pyrrha gasped in horror, futilely trying to recharge her gun. Before the charge finished, the pink dressed character shot across the remaining distance with a mighty hip check, sending the warrior hurtling off the side of the map with another colorful explosion. 'Player four defeated! Player one wins!'

"Haha! I'm the best! Nora's the one who kills around here, and she's killed you!" Nora posed in front of the television as her videogame counterpart did the same. Her opponents remained in their seats with a combination of sulking and competitive anger.

"Well, at least you're modest." Weiss said, sarcasm dripping from her words. Adel wasted no time in trotting up to her and begging her attention, earning a good scratching behind the ears.

"Yea! I'm the most modest person ever! Of all time! Period!"

Weiss's hands rose in baffled disbelief, her face a mask of incredulity. "You, you can't say that!" It was the exact opposite of modesty damnit!

Nora zipped to her side, draping an arm over Weiss's shoulders. "Don't be silly Weissy, I literally just said it, so of course I can say it."

Weiss struggled to come up with an argument that would work on Nora before giving up with a sag and sigh of resignation.

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The normally quiet skies over the docks of Vale weren't quite so quiet this evening, as several Bullhead VTOL's landed behind the warehouses. The doors opened to reveal White Fang troopers and the ever immaculately clothed Roman Torchwick.

"Alright you lot, get to work securing the Dust containers, and make it snappy! We're not exactly the most inconspicuous bunch of thieves at the moment!" Roman called out, leisurely strolling from his transport as the White Fang members quickly began securing the shipping containers. The dock's security cameras had been disabled, bribes and threats had been delivered, and the guards had been dealt with, but there was always the possibility of something going wrong.

It didn't take long before there was a steady cycle of Bullheads coming in, hooking a shipping crate, and leaving. At this pace, they'd have the place cleaned out in a matter of a few hours.

Just as another Bullhead was lifting off with more stolen goods, the top of the container vanished as a beam of blue energy blasted through it and the Bullhead above it, destroying the VTOL. As this happened, another two VTOL's suffered the same fate just before they'd managed to leave the premises of the dock. The wreckage fell to the floor in a ball of fire, sending the White Fang members scrambling for cover and praying the heat wouldn't set off a devastating chain reaction of explosions from the Dust containers.

"What in the…" Torchwick narrowed his eyes on the inferno nearest him. Eyes widening in realization, Torchwick shouted to his minions. "Take cover! Prepare for battle!" No sooner had the words left his lips that a massive red and black figure forced its way out of the wreckage on four legs with two double barreled cannon like arms with another two triple barreled cannons on its shoulders. Judging from the shocked and fearful cries around him, more of the tanks emerged from the other two crash sites.

Torchwick cursed his luck. The Schnee's must think themselves so clever, hiding Spider Tanks among their shipping containers.

Then several more containers burst open along with one of the warehouses gates opening revealing rows upon rows of black and red Battle Androids that began marching out. The White Fang members quickly congregated around Torchwick, nervously muttering between them with shaky holds on their weapons.

"Intruders." One of the Spider Tanks announced in a deep warbling voice. "Drop your weapons and surrender, or you will be terminated."

Torchwick scowled angrily as the droids surrounded them. This was not how things were supposed to go. Their intel said nothing about a security presence like this. A few worthless dock and warehouse guards, not an army of battle bots!

"You will not be warned again." The Spider Tank's cannons began glowing an ominous blue as the Androids readied their own weapons, a combination of blades and Gatling guns unfolding from their arms. "Drop your weapons and surrender."

"You wouldn't deprive an old chum his walking cane would you?" Torchwick twirled his cane in his right hand as he stepped forward. The cannons glow grew brighter, trained on the crime lord. "Oh dear, it appears that you would." In a flash, Roman's cane was pointed at the Spider Tank and he'd unleashed four glowing balls of energy, one for each cannon. Just as the tank was about to fire its own weapons the projectiles slid directly into the barrels before exploding, causing a chain reaction that destroyed the four cannons and severely damaged the tanks torso. Before the smoke had even cleared Roman was scampering up the critically damaged war machine, coming to a stop at the gaping, sparking hole that was once its left shoulder. Another pair of shots from his cane into the innards of the tank, and it was exploding in a fiery display as Roman hopped down to stand with his back to the pyrotechnics, left hand holding his hat to his head and his right hand calmly holding his cane. "How uncivilized."

A split second of silence quickly gave way to the sounds of metallic feet stomping the pavement, gunfire, and war cries as the two forces engaged each other.

Roman ducked under a scissor strike from an android and hooked its left leg with his canes handle, spinning in a full circle, a quick twist from his wrist resulted in the leg breaking off at the knee and sending it flying back into a pair of its brothers. Placing a hand on the shoulder of another android, Roman flipped over it so they were back to back, hooking his cane around its neck he yanked it against his back, pivoting as he launched more flares of energy from his Melodic Cudgel, devastating small swathes of androids as he used his captive as a shield against the enemies behind him. He could feel the vibrations of the bullets slamming into his impromptu shield and jumped away just before it exploded.

As he landed he spun around, smacking his cane into the head of the droid as it sped by him like a bat and sending it careening into the head of an Android about to gut one of the White Fang troopers, decapitating it as well. Roman winced as the Spider Tanks artillery reduced his minions into smoldering piles of gory ash, one of the tanks stepping on and crushing one that got too close into a pulpy mess, not even slowing down its rate of fire.

Roman stoically considered the situation. They were outnumbered and surrounded by standard combat androids supported by a pair of Spider Tanks. The Bullheads that were already en route were armed with mini guns that would tear through the androids fairly easily, but they had no armaments capable of downing a Spider Tank. If Roman wanted to get out of this alive, he would have to make sure the tanks were dealt with before the VTOL's arrived.

"Listen up you animals!" Roman charged a squad of five androids with Gatling arms, weaving around the bullets until he was right on top of them. Starting with an uppercut from his cane, he decapitated the middle droid, lashed out a kick to his right that toppled the two on that side, spun while ducking to slam an elbow into a droid on his left, leaving a dent in its stomach, quickly followed by hooking the waist of the next droid to its right and tugged toppling them as well. Before they could rise he casually stomped on their heads, reducing them to scrap. "Prioritize the tanks if you want to live! Evac is on its way but it can't extract us with those cannons around!"

The troopers weren't doing well, dying left, right and center to blade, bullet and shrapnel. But that wasn't to say they weren't destroying any of the droids, they were. It just wasn't enough. Their numbers were small, and they weren't particularly good warriors. The only reason the White Fang had survived this long was their sneak attacks and anonymity. In a straight up fight they couldn't hope to overcome such powerhouses like the Schnee Dust Company. They just didn't have the resources. It was one of the reasons the White Fang was so willing to work with Torchwick actually. Or maybe he should say for him. Yes, that definitely sounded better to him; it was why the mutts were working for him.

Try as they might, the White Fang just couldn't take down the tanks, their reinforced armor easily soaking up the small arms fire and impotent sword strikes. As one of the tanks waded through the carnage, Roman saw an opportunity, opening fire on a shipping container held overhead by a crane. The container fell from its place directly on top of the Spider Tank and erupting into an inferno that consumed several White Fang members and the droids they had been fighting, as well as destroying the tank.

The whirring of a pair of Bullheads filled the air as they opened fire on the enemy forces, scything through the androids around the perimeter and severely reducing the enemy fighting power. Roman cursed under his breath as the final remaining tank slammed its arms in front of its chest, combining them as well as the cannons on its shoulders into one massive super cannon that quickly began charging its shot, bullets pinging uselessly off its armored hide.

Desperately, he emptied the last of his shots at the tank, the flares colliding with it in brilliant explosions. The force of the shots tilted its aim slightly just as the buildup of energy unleashed in a thick blue-white beam that destroyed the right wing of one VTOL and just barely clipped the other, blackening the metal. The out of control VTOL crashed straight into the Spider Tank, crushing it under its weight and skidding into the harbor.

The remaining Bullhead lowered to hover five feet above ground as the surviving White Fang troopers scrambled to get to safety, some being gunned down in their escape. Hopping onboard Roman turned for one last look at the remaining androids as they fired on the ship. Reloading the Melodic Cudgel, Roman pointed it at one of the remaining shipping containers. He wasn't foolish enough to destroy the entire stock still down there, that would end up killing them all, but this container was isolated enough that it would provide a fine cover for their retreat. Roman unloaded on the container, all shots striking roughly the same place on the same crate until the fourth shot finally piercing the reinforced metal, causing it to erupt in a multicolored display of energy, leaving the nearby warehouses on fire, a crater in the docks and destroying a good portion of the remaining androids.

As the Bullhead boosted away at top speed Roman could only glower at their failure. They'd only managed to get a few crates worth of Dust and suffered the loss of four good Bullheads. Those things were damn expensive, especially for illicit organizations like his! Cinder would not be pleased.

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End Chapter!

Well, the new episode was pretty awesome! Loved seeing some new characters, and seeing more of Sun's personality, and of course the food fight that gives epic new meaning to the phrase!

I really really really really hope that we'll see a more detailed map and get introduced to some more Professors soon. I want more to work with confound it!

WARNING – Rant full of curses and darkness incoming! If you haven't seen the first episode of Volume 2 for whatever reason, skip it, for there will be spoilers! (Sort of)

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I have lost a fuck ton of respect for Beacon as an institution and Ozpin as a person. They apparently have no system for disciplining their students whatsoever, seeing as how nearly destroying the mess hall was met with absolutely no repercussions at all! I mean, let's make a list here! Cardin shoves Jaune into a rocket locker and launches it right in front of Goodwitch, and he doesn't get punished. Cardin and his entire team regularly torture Jaune and Velvet, and probably a bunch of other students and the staff either completely fails, or just doesn't care, to punish them. Imagine if Velvet had ended up on a team with Cardin and two others from CRDL! I wouldn't be surprised if the fuckers decided to rape and or murder the poor girl, because clearly Beacon is incapable of controlling them! And it's not like the ludicrous system they use for making teams can reliably make compatible groups, therefore protecting their students from peers who they wouldn't mesh well with. And now we have this food fight between two freshman teams disrupting lunch for everyone else and wasting who knows how much food. I cannot tell you how much this all pisses me off! Sure Ozpin, just 'let it go'. That sounds like a wonderful idea! Way to cultivate good and decent behavior! That's definitely how you keep people from becoming delinquents or criminals! I can totally see why they made you Headmaster, and I have no god damn fucking idea why you seem to think you've made more mistakes than any man, woman or child in the world! In case you couldn't notice, I was being sarcastic you grey haired fucktard! Just…just god fucking damnit! There's only so much disbelief I can suspend guys!

And now that I'm actually thinking about things, three quarters of the staff at Beacon that we've seen so far have displayed pretty horrid behavior for Professors. Goodwitch with her disdain for Jaune 'We wouldn't want you to be gobbled up by a Beowolf, now would we?' along with her failure to discipline Cardin for the rocket locker. Port for his pseudo sexual harassment of Yang, who is also a minor! (At least by American standards. And he should not be flirting with his students!) along with lectures that seem to be there purely to stroke his own ego and now Ozpin for stopping his staff from punishing students who quite honestly deserve to be punished! The three are not doing a good job at all of creating a nurturing learning environment! My mind has been boggled by the complete and utter incompetence of it all! Oobleck is now the only one so far who I can have any respect for canon-wise. I'll just have to make sure my versions of them are more respectable than what I've seen in the show. Hopefully they will have some sort of punishment for RWBY and JNPR in the next episode so I can start respecting them again.

END – Sorry for all the rants, just needed to vent. I'm sure I'll have cooled off by the time I start writing the next chapter.

Anywho, please leave a review and let me know your thoughts! All feedback, constructive criticism and questions welcome and appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. I am writing this purely to see reader reaction and for fun. I make no financial profit doing this.

Chapter 10 – Unveiling Vale

Headmaster Ozpin's office was very large and well lit, situated within the clock tower standing vigilantly over the campus, just under the beacon the Academy was named for. Ozpin's desk was a light jade color, curving elegantly around a silver-grey padded chair, with cogs and gears slowly spinning beneath the transparent surface. Overhead the massive gears that kept the clock tower functioning spun slowly, emitting a nearly unnoticeable, smooth grinding background noise as each piece flawlessly performed its function. Ozpin found the white noise soothing, useful for managing his duties and dealing with disruptive students, which was once again proving its worth right now.

On one side of the desk stood a defiant Cardin Winchester and a vengeful Weiss Schnee and Jaune Arc. On the other, Professor Ozpin sat, flanked on either side by Professors Goodwitch and Port in their capacity as student advisors to those present.

"I want this piece of filth expelled immediately." Weiss bit out, barely keeping herself from making outright demands and possibly threats.

Weiss had pushed for the earliest possible moment in deciding Cardin's punishment for his assault in the forest, but they'd had to wait for Ozpin to return from wherever he'd been the last few days.

"He attacked me and nearly got us all killed in the process."

"Would you relax already Schnee!? Jeez, everyone survived didn't they? It's not like I made all those Grimm attack!" Weiss glared at him and his blatant disrespect for their Professor's and the Academy. Getting away with all of his bullying had clearly gone straight to his head.

"Yeah, no thanks to you Cardin!" Jaune put himself between the taller boy and Weiss, glaring up at him. "You nearly killed me personally!"

"So you had an allergic reaction, how was I supposed to know?" Cardin pushed him back.

"Right, because otherwise it's perfectly acceptable to throw jars of sap at people, right!?" Jaune sarcastically retorted.

"Enough!" Goodwitch said firmly, with a sharp glare. Ozpin sat unimpressed, while Port glowered disapprovingly. "You will stand silently unless asked a question, understood?" She received a trio of stiff nods as they all instinctively straitened.

The Professors were silent for several long moments, making the students struggle not to fidget uncomfortably under the weight of their gazes before Ozpin spoke, glancing down at the report in his hands. "Every member of both Teams Luna and Burn claim that Cardin Winchester attacked Weiss Schnee by way of throwing a jar of sap at her during the field trip to Forever Fall. Testimony's gathered in separate settings all agree." A quick look silenced Cardin as he was opening his mouth. "Tests on the jar shards retrieved confirm that it was Jaune Arc's blood coating them, lending credence to the claims of his injuries, despite the lack of wounds and he has since proven his Semblance's healing and protective capabilities, explaining the lack of wounds. Additional tests confirm his allergic reaction to the sap your groups were tasked with collecting." Ozpin flipped to the next page of his report. "You said you were motivated by Miss Schnee attacking you and your team on school grounds." Another look kept Jaune and Weiss's silence. "Our own investigation into that matter has determined the veracity of that claim, and she will be punished accordingly. However," Cardin's smirk was wiped away before it could even spread across his lips. "We have also come to the conclusion that you did indeed attack Miss Schnee in the forests of Forever Fall. Attacking an ally in the field is far more serious than any such altercation on school grounds, and you will be punished accordingly."

Cardin swallowed heavily, feeling his blood run cold.

"You're punishment is as follows; you are barred from leaving school grounds for any reason without the expressed permission of either myself, Professor Goodwitch or Professor Port; this includes holidays. You are barred from any and all visits into the city of Vale for a period of at least one academic year. You are forbidden to attend the Vytal Festival, including participation in the upcoming tournament. You will serve with the janitorial staff, unpaid for the duration of at least one year depending on your behavior. Six nights a week you will serve detention with various faculty members as necessary for the duration of at least six months depending on your behavior. And you are stripped of your position as leader of Team Cardinal; leadership will pass to Russell Thrush."

Cardin's face became paler and more slack jawed with each punishment. "What!? That's not fair! I-!"

"Not fair!?" Port thundered at Cardin, storming around Ozpin's desk to loom over the orange haired boy. "Tell me Cardin, is it fair when you pick on your peers!? Is it fair when you steal the hard earned work of others because you are too stupid or lazy to do the work yourself!? Is it fair when you and your wretched team bully our students!? It is more than a punk like you deserves! You should be on your hands and knees, groveling at Professor Ozpin's feet for not tossing you from the cliffs!" Peter roared in Cardin's now very pale face, spit flying. "You bring shame to this great institution!" Looming over the terrified teenager for a few moments, Peter at last returned to his position at Ozpin's side.

Ozpin took a sip from his coffee mug. "If you feel this is too much Mr. Winchester, your only other option is expulsion." Washing out from Beacon Academy was one thing, it had a reputation of producing the world's best Hunters, and it wasn't uncommon for students to just not have what it took to make it through. Just being accepted was often seen as a significant accomplishment. However, expulsion was the same thing as a dishonorable discharge from the army, carrying a heavy stigma that would never leave the bearer, ensuring he would never be accepted to another combat Academy again and have great difficulty finding work in any related field. Ozpin took his silence for acceptance of his punishment. "Attacking an ally, especially in the field is completely unacceptable. You jeopardized the lives of everyone there. You are on extremely thin ice Mr. Winchester. If you break any of these stipulations, if you are late to a detention, if you sneak off campus, if you continue with your unacceptable behavior, if we catch you cheating, or abusing your peers again," Ozpin leaned forward slightly, eyes hard as diamond and stabbing straight through Cardin. "One way or another, you will regret it." Ozpin leaned back after another long moment. "Return to your dormitory and await your punishment schedule. You begin tonight."

Cardin looked around helplessly, before swallowing heavily and quickly retreated from the room with a pale, pinched face.

"Now," Ozpin turned his attention to the remaining teens. "We come to the matter of utilizing your semblance against Mr. Winchester outside of a sanctioned sparring match."

Jaune quickly interjected, once again stepping protectively in front of his partner. "That whole incident was my fault Professor. I bumped into Cardin when I wasn't paying attention and Weiss only acted to help me."

"Jaune! Stop it! I can take responsibility for myself!" Weiss struggled to push the blonde aside, cursing her diminutive stature and debating the merits of using a glyph to just slide him out of her way.

Jaune stubbornly ignored her. "If you're going to punish anyone for this it should be me!"

The two were silenced by another stern look from Goodwitch and a pointed throat clearing from Ozpin, though Port seemed faintly amused by their antics, or at least the displeased glower had diminished at any rate.

"As I was saying," Ozpin continued. "We have concluded that you did indeed utilize your semblance against Mr. Winchester." Jaune scowled impotently and Weiss steeled herself for her punishment. "Your punishment can be no less than a congratulations for standing up for your friends and allies." He said nonchalantly. "So, good job Miss Schnee. I hope you will continue to flourish under our tutelage." Weiss and Jaune looked back at him in bafflement. "Well, now that that's taken care of, the both of you can go and enjoy the rest of your day, and I hope things have been resolved satisfactorily for you."

"…What?" Weiss asked blankly.

"Mr. Winchester's behavior has not escaped our notice young Schnee." Port told her. "We are aware of his bullying and poor attitude, and we took that into account while we investigated. Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long for someone to finally put the boy in his place."

"You knew?" Jaune asked incredulously.

"Of course! There is nothing that goes on in this Academy that we are not aware of." Port exclaimed proudly.

"We have various means of surveillance everywhere with the exception of dormitory rooms and restroom facilities." Goodwitch calmly explained, adjusting her glasses.

"Then why did you let him get away with it!?" If Weiss ever caught anyone under her jurisdiction behaving so poorly she'd come down on them as hard and fast as she could!

"If it continued, or continues as the case may turn out to be, for much longer, we would have stepped in. But we like to give our students the opportunity to figure things out for themselves. Knowledge, change, and conviction will stick all the more strongly if it is discovered by your own devices as opposed to just being told by someone." Ozpin took a sip of his coffee. "This is an elite combat Academy; its students should be capable of handling something like a simple bully without aid. If such a thing is too difficult for someone, then it is likely that they are not ready to be here. Now, unless you have other questions, we have other work we must get to."

Jaune jerked out of his stiff backed posture. "Oh, uh, no I'm good. Weiss?"

"Well, since you asked," Weiss said thoughtfully. "Do we know just what happened in Forever Fall with all of the Grimm? I know they weren't behaving normally."

"I assure you, we are putting all of our efforts into the issue. If we come across something we feel you should know, you will be informed." Ozpin told them stoically.

Weiss nodded in slight disappointment, recognizing the tone. Ozpin clearly would say no more on the topic.

The two left the office in good spirits. Cardin had been punished, though not as harshly as Weiss may have liked, and she had gotten off scot free. Besides, none of this even included her father's wrath. Contacting him had been the very first thing she'd done after they'd returned from Forever Fall and been cleared in the infirmary. Their lawyers were probably already digging through the Winchester closet of dirty secrets.

As soon as the door closed, Ozpin leaned back in his chair. "I'm glad we managed to avoid involving the Schnee lawyers. This could have been a lot more trouble than it was." Apparently he was underestimating a certain white haired girl's capacity for vengeance.

"I wouldn't be quite so certain about that if I were you Professor. I imagine that Miss Schnee will remember this for a very long time. But I think we have Professor Port to thank for her letting the issue go for now." Goodwitch turned to look out the window. "I think she quite enjoyed your tearing into Mr. Winchester. That had been building for awhile hadn't it?"

"Restraining oneself can be the most difficult thing to do in the entire world. It's never easy watching your students suffer, especially when you know there is something you can do about it."

"Yes, but the lessons learned with this method are worth it. It's just another test of their character and fortitude." Ozpin took another sip of his coffee.

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Cardin stomped along the path back to the dormitories, a furious scowl spread across his face and clenching his fists, uncaring of the people he bumped into and their exclamations of protest. So what if he'd thrown a stupid jar!? So what if he picked on the weaklings around him!? What difference did it make!? The strong ruled the weak, that's how things worked! And he was stronger than his peers!

"Cardin!" Cardin came to an abrupt stop, his head snapping around at the familiar voice.

"Dad?" At the edge of the path stood a tall man in his late forties, with balding grey hair, a face craggily with stress wrinkles and a bulky physique with a slight pot belly under a brown three piece suit with the Winchester falcon pinned to his lapel. Oliver Winchester stood shorter than his son, only reaching his shoulders, but this didn't stop him from intimidating Cardin, his face currently graced with a scowl even more severe than his son's.

Cardin's father marched passed him, muttering a stern 'Follow!'. Cardin swallowed back the lump in his throat and obediently trailed after the man as he led them out into the open fields surrounding the Academy.

"Where ar-"

"Be silent boy!" Cardin felt the sweat beading at his brow, and the hammering of his heart in his chest. He had never seen his father as enraged as he was now.

The tense air remained unbroken until they reached a small clearing well isolated from watching eyes and listening ears.

"Do you understand the magnitude of your blunders here?!" Oliver bellowed furiously, glaring at Cardin. "Ever since you got here I have been getting reports of your behavior and progress. All have been disgraceful!" He began pacing back and forth, eyes never leaving his son, like a hunter considering its prey.

"Fine, I messed up! Professor Ozpin already told me what my punishment was for throwing that stupid jar at Schnee." Cardin scowled unrepentantly. "They took my team leadership from me you know, on top of a bunch of other bullshit!"

"Of course they took your leadership away! When you make decisions as fucking idiotic as attacking the Schnee heiress in broad daylight, you don't deserve any position of authority! Anything you're in charge of would be doomed! What could you have possibly been thinking!? The Schnee's are one of the most powerful family's in the entire country!" The man's face was red with fury. "And now I have their lawyers breathing down my neck, baying for blood! It's only just lucky that your idiot self didn't actually manage to hit the girl, or Albert Schnee would be demanding our heads!"

"W-what?" Cardin stuttered out, heart dropping into his stomach as he finally began to realize the consequences of what he'd done. "B-but, she attacked me first! A-a-and Ozpin already punished me! They can't do anything anymore can they!?"

"Of course they can still do more! The Schnee's are more than capable of making life for our whole family absolutely miserable! It wouldn't be more than a drop in the bucket to them! There is a shit storm on the horizon and we have no shelter!" Oliver dabbed wiped a tan handkerchief across his brow, struggling to find some form of composure. "And this isn't even the first blunder you've made." He said disgustedly. "From the first day of classes I've been getting reports of you cheating your way through classes and bullying your peers. Completely unacceptable!"

"But you always taught me that the weak serve the strong! Well I'm stronger than all of them, I know it! And I've been careful, it's not like I've ever been caught cheating."

"I can't believe how big a fool I have raised!" Oliver spat out. "Beacon has eyes everywhere in the academy. Every time you stole the answers from another student or forced them to do your work for you, you have been seen and penalized for it! You are on the verge of being the very first Beacon student to be simultaneously expelled and washed out from the academy! And even if by some miracle you did manage to graduate with such behavior, you are making enemies left, right and center! Upon graduation you will be required to serve as a Hunter for a period of five years minimum, and you are doing your absolute best to make sure you are the most hated person in the academy! Even if some of them are filthy Faunus beasts, they are who you will serve alongside, and you expect them to come to your aid when you inevitably find yourself fighting for your life!? No! They will see you and remember the idiot boy who caused them so much trouble and leave you to die without a second thought, and not lose a wink of sleep over it!"

Oliver ended his tirade with a few ragged pants. "Here's what you're going to do. You are going to start doing your own work and you are going to stop making enemies of your peers, and you are going to do whatever you have to to convince the Schnee heiress to forgive you, as that is the only way to appease the Schnee's and still be able to even feed ourselves, and you'd better do it soon! If you cannot, then don't bother coming home." Cardin's father walked away, not even looking at his stricken son.

"But dad wait, no dad!" Cardin's pleas fell on deaf ears. Cardin felt his world fall out from under him. Did his father seriously just threaten to disown him?

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"Weissy! How'd it go!?" Nora jumped up in front of the white haired girl, fists clenched under her chin, a wide grin on her lips and a malicious gleam in her eyes. "Did they break his legs!?"

"One," Weiss held up a finger, making Nora go cross eyed looking at it. "Don't call me Weissy." Nora smirked. Yea, like she was gonna stop just like that. "And two," another finger went up. "Cardin has been stripped of his leadership, has detention six nights a week for the next six months and can't leave campus for at least the rest of the year. He didn't get expelled like I wanted, but I suppose it's something."

"No corporal punishment? Awww." Nora kicked the ground in disappointment, pouting. "I would've broken his legs…" She muttered petulantly.

"Well, Professor Port did tear into him pretty badly." Jaune said consolingly. "I think Cardin might've shit his pants when he told him he was lucky he wasn't thrown off the cliffs."

Nora gasped. "We can do that!?"

"Of course not! He was just making a point." Thank God the new members of the Disciplinary Committee were paired up with veteran members. Weiss didn't want to contemplate a Nora gone mad with power and the authority her position carried; hopefully she wouldn't corrupt her partner. She walked around her to Adelric who stood near her desk with his leash in his mouth, tail wagging in anticipation. "But, speaking of leaving campus, I see someone's excited to go into Vale." Adelric's tail swept over the floor even faster, smacking loudly into her chair.

"Yea!" Nora hopped around excitedly. "This'll be my first time in a foreign city; I wonder what it'll be like!"

"Well, I was talking about Adel, but I'm glad you're excited too." Weiss took the leash and clipped it to Adel's vest. "So let's get going, don't wanna miss the flight or we'll have to wait another week to get into the city." Adel took that as his cue to forcefully haul Weiss out of the room and towards where he knew the docks were. The rest of her team quickly followed behind, Ren double checking to make sure the door had properly locked.

Adelric's eager dragging quickly brought them to the student lounge, where Yang and Ruby were currently engaged in another sibling tradition, ignoring the nearby television currently displaying the news.

"Yang, quit it!" Ruby whined out between her own fists smacking into her face.

"You're the one that needs to quit it Ruby! Quit hitting yourself, quit hitting yourself, quit hitting yourself!" Yang had a massive grin and a firm hold on Ruby's wrists, repeatedly forcing the smaller girl to hit herself in the face. Though Yang would unerringly break anyone who bullied her little sister, she quite liked indulging in it herself from time to time.

Ruby pouted, mentally screaming about the injustice of it all. She was the team leader! Yang wasn't supposed to be able to get away with this sort of thing anymore.

"I see you two are enjoying your Friday afternoon." Jaune said in amusement.

Ruby's hand smacked into her again. "Yup!" Yang grinned at them. "So what's the damage Weissy?" They all knew today was when they finally got around to distributing punishments for the whole Forever Fall incident, and that Cardin had laid the blame at her feet.

Weiss sighed in resignation. What was with people calling her 'Weissy'? "Well, it turns out Professor Goodwitch isn't the only sadist in the Academy. It's apparently something of a policy for Beacon, making us think for ourselves, including handling bullies, so I didn't get punished." Like the fact that they had to learn from Yang that the infirmary had a stock of potions on hand dedicated entirely to the first years to ease the aura exhaustion brought on by Goodwitch's training instead of the professor informing them; students had to be intelligent enough to actually visit the infirmary to get it. And it was only sheer dumb luck that the blonde even found out, thanks to her job interview the other day. The exercise still left them sore, but it was far more tolerable with the medicine taking the edge off. Most students just suffered through it for a few weeks until someone let them in on the secret.

Yang let out a bark of laughter when Weiss told them how Cardin was punished. "Hah! Serves the bastard right!"

"Wow, he's not a team leader anymore? Sucks for him." Ruby said. "Hopefully Russell does a better job."

"Would you say the role is being thrushed on him?" Yang slipped on her ever handy aviators while everyone but Nora groaned.

"Nope! All aboard the Nope Train, it is now departing!" Jaune announced as he left the room, futilely covering his ears in an attempt to ignore Yang's laughter following them.

"Aw, c'mon I'm just having a lark!"

"The Nope Train has no brakes Yang!"

"Xiao long guys, take care!"

"God damnit Yang!"

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Downtown Vale was full of life, its occupants scurrying about, readying the city for the quickly approaching festival. Flyers were tacked to walls and posts, banners flapped merrily over stores and roads, and there was an air of energy in the city, despite the festival still being several weeks away.

"The Vytal Festival! Ooh this is absolutely wonderful!" Weiss beheld the preparations gleefully as Adelric darted around her as much as his leash would allow, sniffing at their new surroundings.

"You seem oddly cheerful." Ren observed, momentarily taking his eyes off Nora.

"How can I not be? A festival dedicated to the cultures of the world! There'll be dances, parades, a tournament! The amount of planning and organization that goes into this is simply breathtaking!" Coming from a family heavily involved in the business world, Weiss was familiar with just how important and difficult it was to successfully put together an event so large, and so had a unique appreciation for such details.

"I thought you wanted to stock up the mini-fridge you just bought, why are we at the docks?" Jaune stretched his arms overhead, getting a satisfying crack from his back and shoulders.

"Well, I heard that students from Vacuo will be arriving today. And, as fellow Hunters in training I feel it is our solemn duty to welcome them to Vale." Weiss declared, holding a hand dutifully over her heart.

"You wanna scope out the competition." Jaune translated for her.

"Well, yea. Knowledge and preparation is more than half the battle." Weiss switched the leash between her hands, keeping Adel from tangling her legs up in his exploring. "Why shouldn't we scope out the competition?"

Jaune just held his hands up in surrender. "Nothing wrong with that, just maybe tell us what you're up to before dragging us around."

Nora had her hands curled around her eyes, miming binoculars as she took in the sights with an enthusiastic grin. Panning to the left, her gaze found the shattered remains of a dust shops front window and door, and gasped in dismay. "Whoa!" Nora twisted her right wrist as if adjusting the focus on a lens. "I spy with my little eye, something that starts with 'suspicious'!"

"What?" Jaune turned to where Nora was looking. "Oh jeez." The whole store had been cordoned off with yellow police tape and there was a team of cops examining the site.

"Excuse me," Weiss called to them as they approached. "What happened here?"

One of the cops, a man with dark hair and a beard and mustache answered her, glancing up from his clipboard. "Robbery. Second dust shop to be hit this week. I swear the city's going to the jungles." The cop turned back to the shop, stopping in front of the shattered window.

"That's terrible! Stealing is wrong!" Nora crossed her arms grumpily as Ren patted her lightly on the back.

"They left all the money again." A shaggy haired cop called out from the register.

"I just don't get it. Who needs that much dust?"

"I'unno, an army?"

The bearded cop twirled his hand speculatively. "Maybe the uh, the White Fang?"

Weiss immediately tensed, hand going to Myrtenaster's hilt. "The White Fang." She grit out. "What an awful group of degenerates."

Adel nosed his head under Weiss's palm while Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down Weiss, there aren't any White Fang here."

Weiss relaxed her posture, hand leaving her weapon as she pet Adel gratefully. "Yea, let's go somewhere else. I don't wanna see this anymore." She let Jaune pull her away from the scene as a concerned Nora hopped up on her other side.

"Umm, are you alright Weissy? You seem to be taking it a little strongly."

Weiss scowled, rounding on the redhead, but was interrupted by Ren. "The White Fang and the Schnee Dust Company have been at war for the last five years Nora. Actual lives have been claimed in the fighting." Ren turned to Weiss. "Nora doesn't pay much attention to the news or anything. Don't hold it against her."

The rage drained out of Weiss as she sighed. "For the last five years the White Fang have been attacking my Grandfather's company. Raiding our dust shipments, sabotaging our quarries and refineries, and murdering our staff and board members. They're the ones who gave me this scar you know, when they kidnapped me when I was twelve." Weiss drew a finger over her scar and huffed in numb disbelief. "They've stolen enough dust over the last five years to level a city the size of Vale nearly four times over. And you wanna know the scariest part? Almost none of it has surfaced since then, and that terrifies me."

Ren's eye's narrowed in concern. "I…Didn't realize the situation was so volatile."

"They don't tell the public because they don't want them freaking out. I only know because I overhear things from my father."

Nora and Jaune looked at each other, silently agreeing that they needed to do something about the tense atmosphere.

"Uhh, Oh! We still have to go spy on the competition! Ren, maybe we'll see someone we recognize!" Nora mentally patted herself on the back at her brilliant segway, Jaune giving her a thumbs up from behind Ren and Weiss.

"That's right, lets go!" Jaune and Nora pushed the two back towards the docks, arriving just in time to hear one of the dockworkers yelling.

"Hey, stop that Faunus!"

Jaune's palm smacked audibly over his face while Nora was more vocal in her annoyance. "Oh C'mon! Really!?"

They watched a blonde monkey Faunus toss a banana peel on one of the security personnel and make his escape, laughing victoriously as he easily outpaced the humans.

Weiss knelt down next to Adelric and unhooked his leash.

"Adel," Weiss looked him in the eyes seriously. "Chase."

Releasing her hold on his vest, Adel dashed off in a barking blur after the Faunus, Weiss following after him as fast as she could.

The barking drawing his attention, the monkey Faunus looked behind him, seeing the snarling German Shepherd rapidly closing in on him. "Holy fuck!" The Faunus increased his pace, just managing to keep ahead of the hound as he parkoured over and around obstacles, Adelric doggedly following. "What the fuck is up with you!?" Jumping up, he latched onto a streetlamp and managed to vault onto an adjacent rooftop as Adelric's jaws just barely missed latching onto his tail. "Screw you dog! Screw you!" The Faunus quickly left before the racket of the dogs barking could draw any more attention to them.

Hearing a crash and the sound of his master yelping drew Adel's attention away from his current target over to where Weiss had just crashed into an orange haired girl.

"No! He got away!" Weiss exclaimed from atop the other girl.

"Uh, Weiss." The heiress looked back at Jaune, who motioned under her.

Glancing down, Weiss found a redhead smiling up at her. "Wah!" And quickly jumped back up, flushing in embarrassment.

"Salutations!" The girl said cheerfully, waving up at them.

"Hello!" Nora beamed back at her.

"Are you…alright?" Weiss asked her.

"I'm wonderful, thank you for asking!"

"Here, let me help you up." Jaune offered her his hand.

The girl cocked her head, considering the appendage before nodding. "Alright!" She said, grasping his hand.

With a surprised grunt of exertion, Jaune pulled the girl up. "Whoa, how much do you wei-" Weiss clearing her throat interrupted him as she glared, making him go wide eyed. "I mean…I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc."

"Thank you for helping me up. My name is Penny! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"I'm Weiss. Sorry for running into you." Weiss said awkwardly, as she put Adel back on his leash. She shouldn't have even let him go in the first place. Until he was fully licensed she could have gotten in a lot of trouble sicking him on someone like that. But, she hadn't been thinking clearly.

"Ren."

"Nora!"

Adelric grunted, nudging Weiss. "Oh yea, this is Adelric."

Penny tilted her head curiously at the canine. "That's some impressive armor you've got there." Her eye's passed over the team, noting the weaponry they all carried. "You must be Hunters and Huntresses! Are you going to participate in the tournament too?"

"Definitely! I'm so excited for it!" Nora giddily danced in place, holding her knuckles under her chin. "I'm gonna be all like 'Pow Pow Boom!' And they're all gonna be like 'Nooo! Have mercy on us! We are but simple minded weaklings who foolishly sought to defeat you!' And I'll be like 'No!' except not really, I'll be more like 'That's right fools! Bow before me!'" Nora mimed her attacks and the cowering opponents enthusiastically, finishing with her hands on her hips and staring heroically up into the sky.

Everyone blinked at her before Weiss turned her attention back to Penny. "You're fighting in the tournament?"

Penny saluted. "I'm combat ready! That's why I'm in Vale!"

"You're not from Vale either? Same with me and Ren!"

"Ren and I." Weiss corrected her.

Nora ignored her. "Weissy and Jauney were showing us around some, why don't you come with us?"

"Can I really?" Penny asked eagerly.

Nora darted to her side, wrapping her in a one armed, side hug. "Of course! Us gingers have to stick together!...Except for a guy named Cardin Winchester, he's mean and we don't like him. That's alright, right Wiessy?"

Jaune and Ren just shrugged at Weiss who decided it would be more trouble than it's worth to argue and mimicked the gesture. "Sure, why not?"

"Yes! This is so great! We're making so many new friends since we came here!"

"Friend?" Penny leaned in close to Nora. "Am I really your friend?" She asked in quiet earnestness.

"Yea totally!"

Penny threw her arms up in celebration. "Sen-sational! We can paint our nails and try on clothes, and talk about cute boys!"

Nora snatched Weiss by the arm, who squawked in startlement, and dragged her into the celebrating as Jaune and Ren looked on, a shiver of trepidation tingling along their spines. Well, at least it all seemed to be taking Weiss's mind off of the whole White Fang thing.

Like Nora said, Weiss and Jaune spent the rest of the afternoon showing them a few places around the city, pointing out favored shops, restaurants and other points of interest.

Ren came to a stop, staring up at a neon sign proudly displaying 'Vytal Vacation' "Is that an arcade?"

"Uh oh." Surprisingly, Nora was the one looking a little nervously at Ren.

"Yea, the biggest arcade in the city if I recall." Weiss looked up at the brightly lit building.

"So then it has DDR?"

"Yea it does! Guess who has the high score? This guy!" Jaune pointed to himself smugly.

"Oh dear." Weiss put her left thumb and index finger on her forehead.

"Well," Ren smirked, crossing his arms. "You're about to lose that title."

"We'll see about that flower boy!"

Weiss and Nora groaned in resignation as the two boys marched inside, before simultaneously looking at each other. "You too?" Weiss asked.

Nora nodded. "We'll never get them out of there. I think Ren is addicted to that game."

"Well, since they're not going anywhere anytime soon…Shopping?" Weiss suggested.

"Let's do it!" Nora hooked her arms in Weiss and Penny's as they walked down the sidewalk.

"Where are we going?" Penny tilted her head curiously.

"Penny, I am going to show you the best stores in the city, my treat." Weiss proudly told her. "I still feel bad for knocking you over earlier, so let me make it up to you."

"You don't have to, you already apologized. Besides, I'm having fun!"

"I insist Penny. And I'm having fun too. It's…nice having friends who are girls to hang out with for a change."

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End Chapter!

Yea, that's right everyone! I made Nora and Penny friends! The world should start trembling in fear right about now. Who knows if Ren will be able to contain both redheads.

Well, RTX was cool, though I didn't get to go for various reasons so I had to settle for the online streams, the chat of which was of course filled with immature douchebags. There was some disappointment for me, I had been looking forward to the RWBY soundtrack panel and the volume one screening, but I'm not mad at them for not streaming those events, and I largely enjoyed the streams I did get to see. They've gotta keep some things special for those who actually paid to attend after all.

On the upside, all that disappointment motivated me to finally crank out this chapter for you all. Shout out to everyone who didn't get to go to the convention for whatever reason! Hope this chapter helped dull the pain a little!

Also, for the love of God, those of you that did go to the convention and got to see the first episode of volume two, don't go spoiling it for me and everyone else in the reviews or a PM or something. If you do, I will hate you forever! Seriously.

Anyone else curious as to why Blake would even ask Weiss what her 'problem' was when she commented about how awful the White Fang was? You'd think Blake of all people would know exactly what her problem was already. Ah well, guess they just needed an excuse to spark the argument. Personally I feel like Weiss catches a lot more flak than she deserves for her perceived racism. The only at all racist comment she uttered was '...Why I don't particularly trust the Faunus?' All the rest she was pretty clear that it was 'the Faunus of the White Fang' that she was talking about. And frankly, she'd be a complete moron not to be wary of the people who have been trying to kill her and or her family for the last five years. It's not like there's any way to tell which Faunus are a part of the White Fang or not, so any Faunus that gets near her is a possible member that would like nothing more than to harm her.

Also, have a small Omake, in which the teams are their canon selves, meaning RWBY and JNPR.


Beauty Sleep

Jaune knocked on Team RWBY's door, looking down at a textbook. He had a question about dust, and who better to ask than Weiss? It was a little late, but Jaune could see the light coming out from under the door, so they had to be awake.

The door opened, revealing Weiss in her sleeping gown. "Hey Jaune, what're you doing here?"

"Hey Weiss, I just had a question about one of our dust assignments." Jaune looked up from his book, and got his first look into the all female team's room. "Whoa…is that safe?" He asked, looking at the precarious bunk beds. One was held up by various book stacks, and the other by a web of rope that had been somehow nailed to the ceiling.

Weiss glanced briefly at the beds. "…Not in the slightest."

"…How do you sleep like that?"

Weiss laughed haughtily. "Oh, that's quite simple Jaune." Weiss hunched over with a haunted, exhausted look on her face. "I don't."

Now that he was paying attention, and Weiss didn't have any makeup on, Jaune could see the dark circles building around her eyes.

"So, what was your question?"

Jaune snapped the book closed and tucked it under his arm. "Never mind that, you haven't been sleeping? That's terrible!"

Weiss shrugged helplessly. "Well, there's not a whole to do about it. We took a vote, and decided we'd have bunk beds."

Jaune frowned silently for a moment, watching Weiss sway in her exhaustion. Coming to a decision, Jaune stood determinedly. "Alright then, you can sleep in my bed. It's unhealthy losing this much sleep." Grabbing the weakly protesting girl, Jaune dragged her across the hall to his room, and plopped her on his bed.

"Jaune no. I'm a big girl, I can sleep in my own bed."

Jaune raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Except for the fact that you haven't been sleeping at all."

"Well, I don't want to kick you out of your own bed Jaune, and I don't think the rest of the team would like a boy sleeping in their room. We kinda like the privacy granted to a single gendered dorm room.

"That's fine Weiss, I can handle sleeping on the floor. It'll be like some of our sleepovers when we were little."

Weiss frowned, discontent with just kicking her best friend out of his own bed and condemning him to the floor. Then her sleep deprived mind came up with the most brilliant solution!

"We could…share the bed." Weiss offered with a blush. If she were in her right mind, she'd never have the guts to make such a suggestion.

"Share!?" Jaune went beat red. "Like, sleep together?"

"Yes." Weiss nodded resolutely, gaining more courage as she became more comfortable with the idea. "So climb in." She scooted over, making room for the boy. "I trust you not to do anything unwanted."

"Well," Jaune gulped. "Alright, if you're sure." He climbed in next to her.

"Good night Jaune." Weiss was asleep moments after getting comfortable, curling up against Jaune as he tensed nervously.

A few minutes later, Jaune was able to relax, staring down at the beautiful young woman pressed up against him, feeling his heart skip a beat at the utterly relaxed and adorable face. "…Good night Weiss." He draped an arm over her and quickly fell asleep himself.

D'awww, the fluff. So anyways, like always, please review and let me know what you thought. All questions, feedback and constructive criticism welcome and appreciated!

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