1 year, 4 Months, and 15 days after the events of "Different Simple Soul"...


"I must say, I love what you've done with the new place."

The younger man with bleached hair leaned back against the bar counter, turning his head and grinning at the slightly older man with short black hair, a black vest and a red tie. He had a mustache and had grown out a more luscious beard, a drink firmly in hand, and always looked angry or nervous about something. He was leaning forward, swirling the ice in his drink as he spaced out in thought; not even caring about all the dancing, drinking, music, and generally fun happening around him.

"Hey, Shorty! Whatcha thinking about? This is a time to celebrate! You haven't even watched one of the performers yet. Lighten up already!"

The man stopped swirling his drink. He looked over to his new younger associate and just sighed. A scowl formed on his face as turned back to his drink.

"I told you to stop calling me that. Where did you come up with such a ridiculous name anyway?"

The young man shrugged playfully, then watched what was left of the current DJ's performance. He didn't quite get the whole DJ act of having an oversized bear head, but whatever. The music had a nice beat, and was finely Valian; A nice change of pace for the pent up Mistrilians.

"So why are you in such a foul mood?" The young man asked after a minute or so. "Everything worked out. We got you outta Vale, you're starting over in a whole new kingdom, and for all intensive purposes his Greatness agreed to keep looking the other way. You should be up on that stage dancing without a care in the world. Is Hei Xiong always this much of a grump?"

Junior shrugged, then gulped down his drink in one swig.

"Maybe he is. Though you'll need the bouncers' opinions on that." He said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

The young Mistral captain looked towards the entrance, up a set of stylized glass stairs to a large set of semi transparent sliding doors. Two girls, twins, stood on either side. Occasionally one of them, the friendlier one, greeted guests. The other one, the colder one, just stood firm and people watched. They were both wearing glittering and extravagant dresses. The friendly twin wore a bright golden dress, with retracted crimson claws. The cold twin wore a dark, black dress; and seemed taller than her sister because of those heels. To the captain, they both looked as fine as gemstones.

"That reminds me… How old are your nieces now?" He grinned sheepishly, still gawking in their direction..

"Don't even think about it, bub." Junior scolded, motioning the bartender to pour another drink. "Besides, they're more trouble than they're worth. Seen it a dozen times, by guys and gals much smarter and better looking than you."

The man started chuckling, turning back to his new associate and clasping him by the shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Ouch. That so?"

As the music finally died down, it was followed by loud cheers and claps by the audience before being replaced again by the announcer. The bear DJ meanwhile was taking his equipment and moving off stage for the next tryout act.

"Ladies and gentlemen," The announcer started in, excitedly. "Allow me to introduce our next contestants, Beauty and the Beauty!"

Hei Xiong continued to stare down at his newly poured drink, not concerned with wannabe musicians and more so with recent events. There was just so much planning to do. All of the family influence, most of their resources, so of his closest friends and hench-idiots; all of it gone. Junior would just have to follow in his father's footsteps and make the best outta their situation. And all things considered, not everything was lost. Quite a bit of lien made it out, and of course what was left of the family (And his brother-in-law…).

Maybe things will finally start to look up. Not like much else can happen now that I'm finally out. He thought to himself.

"And now, for their first ever public performance, give it up for Blondie and Bella of Beauty and the Beauty!" The announcer finally broke through to Junior, followed by the cheer of the half drunken crowd.

"Wow." The young captain next to him gawked. "Now those are some fine ladies."

He nudged Xiong, trying to draw him from his stupper. But Junior ignored him and continued to think while the music started up and one of the performers started singing. The beat sounded familiar.

"Ooo~

"Red like roses, fills my dreams, and brings me to the place you rest."

The DJ of the duo started in, distorting and repeating the last word of the verse. Something about this was nagging at Junior's brain. Something familiar. Had he already drank that much?

"Blondie…" He mumbled under his breath.


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Meanwhile, as the performers were taking the stage, two figures stood waiting for the automatic sliding doors opened up for them. They walked side by side in sync, walking past Melanie and Miltiades without showing their faces. They were both cloaked. One wore a long red hood, and the other wore a white hood that was red on the inside. As they walked pasted, similar colored rose petals seemed to follow their steps. The two stopped at the top of the stairs, looking around for a moment before one of them- the red one- tapped the white cloaked figure on the shoulder and nodded in a direction.

Uncle Junior's direction.

"Mel…" Miltiades whispered nervously as she went over to her sister.

"Yeah. Come on. Act cool."

The twins put on a neutral face, and followed the two strangers. Militia had armed her claws as she walked, while Melanie just continued to walk with her arms folded. Had they really followed them here?

"White is cold and always yearning,

"Burdened by, a royal test~"

The figures started gliding through the raving crowd to the bar. Occasionally they would be separated, but would soon meet back up. They were getting closer and closer to the bar; and there was no denying who their target was now. They were heading for the boss.


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"Blondie… Blondie…"

"Hey!" The captain attempted to shout over the now rising music. "What are you saying?"

"Black the beast, descends from shadow.

"Yellow beauty, burns~,"

As the lines started to echo out, Junior's manhood suddenly became… sore. He turned from his seat and gazed up to the stage, and when he did his eyes widen to dinner plates.

Up on the stage, the DJ was to the right with some provided equipment, wore funky goggles, and had lights attached to her Faunus ears. The lead on the other hand, with a headset mic, was draped in bright, mismatched, neon colored clothes; and wore bright golden bracelets. And her hair was incredibly short- just touching her shoulders. But there was no denying it. It was her. It was her!

Blondie. The brawler girl with those bright red eyes!

"Gold~"

"Captian!" Junior said in near panic. "I need you to call-"

The mob boss stopped dead he looked to the captain. His mouth was wide open in a silent scream, and his eye were wide in shock and failing in color. A disgusting sound came through even the music, and the captain fell face first to the ground. Dead. His back was flooding with blood.

The person behind the captain was a smaller woman. She had the captain's short sword in one hand, bloodied, and in the other propped against her shoulder was a pink parasol. She looked to have blue dyed hair, and average Mistral fashion clothes. But as soon as she made eye contact with Junior, a devilish grin formed. In a blink, he left eye was suddenly a bright pink. The mob boss felt like a statue in shock and fear.

"Oh god. Please, I-" He started in.

It happened so quick. The girl's evil smirk somehow grew wider, and even through the music Xiong could hear a bone chilling tisk tisk sound from this… thing's direction. And then the girl jabbed forward with the Captain's blade.

"Not today!" A cry came in, echoing through the sound system. It was Blondie. She had jumped from the stage, and charged in for the save. Before Junior could be hit, she came in and crashed into this monster assassin into the bar, causing glass and bottles to fly out everywhere.

And just like that, all hell broke loose.

The music stopped, and a panic started as quite a few of the parties seemed to warp, and then shatter like glass into soldiers. White Fang soldiers. In that faction of a second before the partiers began to stampede to the exit; the white cloaked figure among the crowd drew a hidden, custom looking MADR and lowered her hood. Snow white hair flowed outward, showing a young blue eyed teen with a wicked scar.

"RWBY, Mobilize!"

Once the words left, the young woman glided forward to group of White Fang drawing guns and knives. She began slashing with intent, gliding and turning across the dance floor like she could skate on it. The other crimson cloaked figure on the other hand kept her hood up, drawing out a large blue and white rifle from her back. With the push of a button, it extended out into an oversized scythe, and the blade portion began to pulse with energy- Atlas tech no doubt. She followed the white woman's lead, charging in the opposite direction at White Fang with untrackable speed. Energy shots rang out as she used to momentum of her weapon in her fighting.

"What in the world is going on?" Junior said, though wasn't heard over the chaos and screams of the partiers.

He jumped back some as the bar exploded again. More glass and bottles (Was that also the bartender being thrown out?!) shattered out, with the bar completely destroyed. Both Blondie and the assassin were staring each other down. Blondie had those familiar shot gauntlets at the ready, and she was bouncing on her feet back and forth. The assassin on the other hand- now with half pink and half brown hair- looked highly unamused; having dropped the captain's sword and still holding onto the parasol.

"Ready for round two?" Blondie said. She had a frightening mix of both harden fury, and of complete excitement. The other girl only raised a brow and tisked.

"Hey!" A voice came on Junior's right.

It was the Faunus performer, Bella. The one with Blondie. She had ditched her strobe light ears, letting her normal ones hang free. She had both a large cleaver in one hand and a pistol in the other.

How did she sneak those in? And where did she come from? The mob boss thought.

"What the hell, who the hell-" He started in, before being slapped by the side of the cat lady's cleaver. "Son of a Creep! Why you little-"

The girl cut him off Xiong with a glare almost scarier than that crazy colored killer.

"Shut up, and stay close if you want to stay alive." She suddenly pivoted, firing her pistol into two oncoming White Fang before turning back to Junior. "Got it?"

"BLAKE!"

Both Junior and this "Blake" looked out onto the dance floor. The girl in white, girl in red, and even both Melanie and Militia were surrounded by more than two dozen White Fang soldiers. And some of them… looked wrong. Some of the soldiers were snarling, growling, baring teeth and had claws out. Those same fews' masks were also, glowing. Junior could see white protrusions coming out one some parts of their body. Just what the hell was going on?

The girl in white looked to both of them, ordering out the rest. "WE ARE LEAVING, RIGHT NOW!"

Blondie then came into view; having been sent flying out, but regaining her footing in front of both Blake and Xiong; Though something must've hurt, because her left leg nearly gave way as she resumed her fighting stance. The assassin meanwhile was walking toward the three, small step by small step. Her parasol was out now by her side, and a small smile was beginning to take shape on her lips.

"She's still too fast! I can't hit her!" She groaned in frustration.

"Yang!" Blake yelled out, getting the blonde's attention.

"What?" She screamed back.

"Save it for another time! We've got to go. Reinforcements; Plus Turners!"

Blake pointed her cleaver towards the strange looking soldiers, and Blondie briefly looked over to them before turning her attention back on the ice-cream haired killer.

"Well that's no good." She looked to Blake with a grin. "I think it's time to call in some more firepower, wouldn't you say?"

Blake rolled her eyes and shook her head. She turned her pistol into a katana, then combined that into the cleaver sheath, before taking a stance towards the short psycho woman.

"You're always looking for an excuse. Fine. I'll hold her off. Just get him to safety." She motioned her head to Junior's direction, then sprinted forward to her enemy.

As Blondie came up and started dragging the crime lord by the tie, following the wall past the dance floor, Junior was suddenly more afraid now than at any point during the night.

They stopped, passing the dance floor and next to the performance stage. Yang looked to Junior. A malicious grin plastered all over her mug.

"Long time no see." She said.

Xiong suddenly had a very bad feeling, and couldn't help it when he softly squealed, "Please don't hurt me… sir."

Blondie start laughing for a moment, before that evil smirk returned.

"Aw. You remembered. I'd nearly forgot 'bout that. That's sweet…"

In one quick motion, she grabbed for Junior's groin. His eyes popped into large white circles, and her eyes flashed to red- her short hair starting to glow and pop with sparks.

"Why… Why is it always the dick?" He said, three octaves higher than normal.

Blondie didn't humor him. Instead:

"Enjoy your flight!" She said cheerfully.

"What are you talking, FUUUUUU-"

Junior screamed as he was sent flying upwards to the stage catwalks, was cut off as he slammed into the ceiling, and then landed and stopped on one of the catwalks. Groin first.

"Why… Just, why?" He groaned. His eyes becoming swirls, and stars starting to fly around him.


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Below, Yang climbed back on stage. She looked over the (now ruined) club war going on. Blake was surprisingly holding her own against Neo; but Ruby and Weiss were trapped. The White Fang goons and the Turners were toying with them. But that wouldn't last long.

"Okay then. Time to have some real fun."

Yang opened up her scroll, tapping away through menus before finding, Launch 'Sting Like a Bee'?

"And let there bee light!" She whispered excitedly to herself.

She clicked yes, getting a 'Stand By', loading bar, and the face of a cartoon Ruby smiling and winking. She closed out of her scroll, then jumped off into the circle of death.

"Sup." Yang said, landing. She did finally notice the twins were there, though didn't bother to acknowledge them. "Got Bumblebee on the way. You guys gonna go all out too?"

"This was not part of the plan. In and out, that's it. We're not here to fight, Yang!"

Blake jumped into the circle, panting and landing on one knee. By the beeping coming from all the girl's pockets, her aura was low. Neo also took her place among the White Fang; shouldering her parasol and standing smugly.

"Well," Panted Blake. "Looks like we don't have much of a choice."

Ruby finally lowered her hood, then drew a energy catrage for her scythe. She reloaded, then got back into position.

"Guys, form a tighter circle. Get ready!"

"This is not gonna be fun to explain back home." Weiss sighed, before following her partner's orders. "Get ready team!"


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Both the twins followed the strangers' lead. Though as they were forming, Melanie leaned over and whispered over to her sister.

"Are they Huntresses or something? What's going on?"

She didn't answer.

"Mil? You still with me?"

Militia looked from from Yang, to Ruby, to Blake. There was no mistaking it. It was all of them.

"Melanie… It's them. The bar girl, the kid, and that Faunus." She said without even trying to whisper.

Melanie did a double take, and to her surprise, it was them. After a whole year… it was all of them. They were back, all of them together. So they really were all on the same team.

"Hey, if you're done gawking, we've got other problems. Let's settle this later." Blake said. She had caught her breathe, and was standing ready now.

Militia shooker her head, then focused on the crowd surrounding them.

"Fair enough."


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A White Fang soldier stepped out of line, coming forward. He was averaged sized, but his voice was deep and booming. His masked glowed brightly like an Ursa's; and his antlers were not healthy looking. They looked like they were decaying, and had multiple white points poking out of them. Along with the top of his head, through his hair.

"Surrender now scum of Remnant! Surrender, and your death's will be quick!"

He focused on Blake for a moment, and his voice seemed to drop into a growl.

"Except for you traitor! We will rip you apart, piece by piece! You will feel everything as we chew into your flesh, and bathe in your filthy human loving blood!"

The RWBYs were unfazed by the threats, but the twins were visibly shaken. What was with these Faunus?

The sound of an engine began to bounce off the walls; some of the more normal White Fang looking around, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. That's when Bumblebee came crashing through the front doors. It came rushing to Yang, homing in on her scroll. Some of the soldiers jumped out of the motor bike's way; but others, nearly Neopolitan, weren't so lucky; being run over or comically smacked away.

"All right! Come to mama!" Yang cheered, breaking formation to meet the bike halfway. She stopped, spread her arms and legs, and just stood there psyched.

As Bumblebee was about to ram into Yang, the bike wheeled and one-eightied. Backing in, the bike parts began shifting as they collided into the brawler. They shifted around her, with a large part of the front turning into the main body armor; with several other pieces forming around the knees, shins, and arms; and the tail forming down like her normal half skirt. Parts forming around, making the skeleton of the armor from shoulders to feet. Most of the engine went within the chest, connection around the back, and then going to her arms. The suit from around Ember Celica, seemingly connecting fuel pipes into them. The wheels formed back, forming atop her shoulder blades like motorhead themed wings.

Yang turned in Neo's direction. Many of the White Fang around her edged away. Neopolitan herself looked a tad confused, and more than anything unimpressed by the whole display.

"Hm." Ruby said among the group, though really in her own conversation, "I should really upgrade the merge time. Maybe with a little extra Dust I could…"

Weiss changed Dust chambers, then stopped for a moment when she noticed Blake starting to pull out a mask of her own.

"Blake, you don't have to use that. Yang can take care of the illusionist and most of the Turning. Let's just take care of the rest as quick as we can. We don't have time, and we shouldn't be escalating this to the point we'll bring down the whole building."

Blake stopped, looked at her mask for a long second, then put it away. She stood with her friends, ready to end this.

"HEY!" Yang shouted in Neo's direction. Her hair popped into a bright gold, and her eyes turned red; The wheels on Yang's back began to spin rapidly, making sparks. She charged forward, only half as fast but making imprints as she charged her nemesis.

Neo smiled condescendingly- amused. She waited for this little girl to come at her so she could put her in her place again.

When Yang was little more then inches away, she pulled back her right fist for a punch. Screaming as she did. She slowed down, sliding forward in her suit until she stopped just short of Neo. The short girl suddenly became confused, than a uncharacteristic look of terror filled her face when she heard Yang say:

"Dodge this. NOVA SHOT!"

That half of the dance floor erupted into a giant fireball, blasting apart and melting everything on that half of the club.