Well it is 3 AM, I just awoke from drinking way too much and remembering far too little. Vaguely remember building a fence and falling into the river. Who does drunk hiking? Well me I guess. I don't remember getting dropped off at home, but my unplanned dunking is probably why I am wearing clothes that don't belong to me. Ah, someone somewhere will fill in the gaps. Probably doing so on social media. No, I will not be disclosing relevant links if they occur. It's going to be weird enough at the shop tomorrow as it is. Well there is only one thing to say, "To Alcohol! The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems!" I will contend that once upon a time, Homer Simpson was a surprisingly wise man. Definitely, now is the time to start writing.

RWBY isn't mine. Bleiss isn't mine. Landon isn't mine. I own nothing as I have "borrowed" every character from more worthy sources. Low bar suitably placed, so where were we….

"Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?" When Weiss had started speaking, she really didn't know what she was going to say. "Twelve hours!" Against her own will it seemed her voice had taken on that brittle tone. The one that she hated. It had none of the warmth she felt. The warmth she felt at the relief everyone was okay. Despite all the flaming wreckage, Blake, Ruby, and even the rapscallion appeared largely unhurt. "That means I have had twelve hours to think about this." Just tell them how worried you were. "And in that twelve hours I've decided," Weiss closed her eyes, fighting against her worst tendencies. She did not want to lose, especially not to herself.

When she opened them to look back at Blake, she noticed Blake wasn't really looking at her. She was more looking over her shoulder. Irritation spiked, "I'm trying to start over! You could at least look me in the eye you dunce!" Weiss's upbringing, her fears, her prejudices, all those things that deeply shamed her and she was unable to admit to, warred inside the young huntress. They fueled her anger filled disdain. The one coping mechanism currently allowed to a Schnee heiress. "I mean it wasn't like I ran off without a word! Left my teammates to pick up the pieces! Blew up the docks like a common criminal!" Blake flinched back with every sentence, the words hammering harder than fists. Weiss was reminded of something awful. A memory of Willow being screamed at by father, her siblings in tears, came to the fore of Weiss's mind. Even Winter had cracked that day. The heiress's jaw clicked shut. No one knew, Weiss's control of her face was nearly absolute at this point of her life, but it took everything to not let tears of shame fall.

Blake looked at her, hurt in her eyes, and Weiss felt like the lowest person on her team. Not because she was barely five foot tall in heels, but because she had pushed Blake down. Drove Blake into the dirt, just to stand that bit taller. Like father. Weiss didn't even know why she was doing it. "Weiss I'm…" Blue eyes flashed in anger, in pure self-loathing.

"No!" Blake recoiled at the rebuke, but before she could step back Weiss grabbed both her wrists and stared straight into Blake's eyes. "Blake I'm… sorry. I am. I just…" Weiss took a steadying breath, "Just please, PLEASE, next time something like this happens, come to us! We're your teammates." Weiss had almost said friends. She had wanted to say friends. But she didn't say friends. Weiss felt her mask slip the tiniest bit as she came so close to begging. With an inner snarl, she forced it back in place. Whether that inner snarl was because it had slipped or because she forced it back in place, Weiss wasn't sure yet. She was sure, Blake had been becoming a friend, a real friend, and Weiss knew she didn't have many of those.

Relief flooded her when Blake smiled, if a bit unassuredly, and nodded. The heiress didn't know what she was going to say next, undoubtedly something profound and befitting a Schnee. She didn't know, because she never got the chance as Yang completely derailed her. "Uh Weiss. There seems to be an angry Goth girl coming this way. She uh, is kinda wearing your face."

Weiss froze. Blake and her team momentarily ceased to exist. So did the docks. So did the total entirety of Remnant that wasn't directly under her own two feet. Pure dread filled her soul. "Oh, please no."

Ruby, proving how well she understood her partner, immediately perked up into over-drive mode. "Oh-my-god! Oh-my-god! Oh-my-god! She looks just like you! That is so cool!" No Ruby, it isn't.

For an undoubtedly inane reason, the rapscallion decided to add, "Hmm, kinda chilly tonight." What could that possibly have to do with anything!

"Please, gods just give me this." After all, if she closed her eyes and wished hard enough, there was a chance this was all just a giant misunderstanding. No need to jump to conclusions right?

What, no who, Blake had been staring at before was now heading this way. Weiss could hear the clomping of heavy boots on concrete. "Uh Weiss, is that your sister?" No, it's just some weird coincidence. Her sister, THAT sister, was in Atlas, more than a thousand miles from here. There she was doubtlessly straining the logical constraints of contraception in hopes of causing father to die of apoplectic shock. That sister had no conceivable reason to be here in Vale… except maybe the Vytal festival.

"Drat."

Bleiss started moving the moment the cat faunus spotted her. Making sure to keep that excellent night vision tracking her and not Landon as he slipped away amongst darker shadows. Cat had some sort of bow on her head, presumably to hide the ears, but Landon had spotted her without it earlier. Bleiss felt some sympathy, it was probably painful to keep them bound like that. It still kind of worked, at least from this distance she was even more human looking than Landon.

Didn't make it acceptable. Didn't make it right. Gods she hated Princess, making someone so miserable they had to hide a fundamental part of self from the arrogant bitch. Out of fear of being found out? So a Schnee could keep up appearances? In the end it didn't really matter. All that mattered was just how fucking petty Princess was. Every time Bleiss thought she knew the answer to that, well Princess just went and one-upped her previous low.

Bleiss was admittedly having a bad day. Ciel Soleil had utterly failed, and Penny had wandered off. That had led to twelve hours, fucking twelve hours, pounding the streets of Vale looking for her. How is Penny found? Well Penny decided to blow-up the port district's main dock, gods know how much Lien the damages were. Worse, Penny managed to get Roman caught up in the crossfire, piss-off the White Fang, and kill-off a fuck awful politician in the process. Granted the last wasn't the end of the world, but they were all in their way important business contacts to Bleiss.

At least Bleiss had met Jaune and the Scrubs. There was in fact a silver lining. Bleiss was woman enough, even if this slight tug of possessiveness surprised her, to admit she kind of wanted Jaune all to herself. It would have been nice if Jaune was completely unattached. No! You don't always get what you want. You don't touch what isn't yours. Your Willow's daughter, not that old cunt's. She glared at a loathed at white crown, you're not Princess. Bleiss grit her teeth to keep looking at the silver lining and not fall into her red haze.

Speaking of red. Big Red was at least easy enough on the eyes. She was also obviously skilled, if really irritatingly familiar. What had Jaune called her? Something with a 'P?' Did she do porn at some point? Is that why she looked familiar? It would explain the "world famous" comment at least.

Her mind wandered back to Jaune and she took a second to indulge. Just one blissful second to calm her mind before she had to speak to Princess. He was self-admittedly unskilled, but was that just in comparison to his dominatrix? She seemed to have praised his stamina, and he was proud of his ability to withstand punishment. I wonder if Jaune is into pegging. What am I talking about? He's a masochist and that's basically masochism 101. What kind of lube should I bring? I wonder how big a strap-on he can take….

"Uh Weiss. There seems to be an angry Goth girl coming this way. She uh, is kinda wearing your face." Bleiss's good mood popped. She had almost completely let go of her anger, but it came back in a red flood. Blondie Big Boobs is going to fucking die tonight!

Some other idiot, granted with better fashion sense, spun wildly in haphazard circles, "Oh-my-god! Oh-my-god! Oh-my-god! She looks just like you! That is so cool!" Okay, the Red Dust-Addict can fucking join her in the hole.

The monkey boy mentioned, "Hmm, kinda chilly tonight." She glared balefully at the faunus, then noticed the open shirt and impressive physique. Right back at you sexy. He could live.

Weiss muttered something, Bleiss couldn't quite make it out. It was probably something elitist if not racist.

"Uh, Weiss. Is that your sister?" Two 'Uhs', a spastic dust addict, and raw sex appeal in a species the bitch couldn't stand. Princess, I do so hope this is your team, because you deserve them. They probably don't deserve you, but you so fucking deserve them. Bleiss then weighed the Cat's life in her hands, looked at the bow, and felt some sympathy. Coward or not, stupid or not, if Cat stays put, then there is no reason to put three people in the ground tonight.

"Drat." Fucking drat indeed!

Bleiss leveled her favorite 'Top Bitch' face at the Tower of Tomorrow's Back Problems. "Apologize. And now."

Hooters blinked owlishly at her. Unlike Jaune's Scrubs, Bleiss could see a fire rising in her lilac eyes. A tingling sense of hope pooled throughout her being. Maybe she wouldn't have to test the limits of the dust batteries in her night dresser tonight. She hadn't let Fuckstick have its way in far too long.

"Yeah? Who's gunna make me?"

Bleiss smile grew a bit wider. She then leveled the same glare at Red, "That your stance too Little Red?"

The dust addict eyes widened. They were really startling, an amazing and disarming silver color. They were something that was actually beautiful. "I'm sorry?" Red offered. Bleiss shook off the gaze. Little Red was obviously not sure why she was apologizing, but she was equally and obviously much younger. Let it go, she's probably from Signal. Okay, Swaying Udders gets her own grave. Bleiss did smirk when she realized Little Red couldn't be part of Princess's team. Bitch had ended up on a team with two faunus! Oh she had to love that. The realization also elevated the Amazing Abs in her eyes. Fucker stuck to his guns and refused to hide who he was. Good on him.

Bleiss nodded her head in acceptance of Little Red's apology. The act helped Bleiss dismiss Princess, three quarters of her team, and her little pet from consideration. Only Blonde Balloons was important now. Bleiss's smile became all hard edges and uncomfortable angles. The suddenly too quiet street echoed the sounds of popping knuckles nicely. Bleiss flicked Fuckstick's release in its holster, as Terminal-Tits popped her neck in casual response.

"Just to be clear, you are in fact declining my polite invitation to beg for forgiveness?" Little Red moved, she was holding something very compact in her hands, probably a practice weapon from her academy. Good instincts kid, but stay out of this.

Lilac eyes flashed red. Smug anger was in that gaze. Future Sags straightened to her full height. "Yeah, I am so declining."

"Oh Soleil is going to be happy, she actually isn't the dumbest fuck on Remnant." Bleiss paused meaningfully, "Well for about thirty more seconds." Both young and very violent women smiled beatifically.

"STOP! Blume, just stop it!" Princess yelled. Bleiss thought she had been filled with sufficient anger. She was wrong.

Ruby had somewhat gotten used to Weiss. Weiss was her future best friend, even if she didn't quite accept it, but that didn't make Ruby blind to her faults. Weiss was short tempered, judgmental, egotistical, demanding, exacting (and boy had Weiss informed her of the difference that one time), and… why was she Ruby's future bestie again? Oh yeah, because Weiss was all of those things to Ruby, and so much worse to herself. Weiss lived in pain, and Ruby was a hero. 'Nuff said!

When Weiss's angry sister showed up, Ruby wasn't exactly sure what to do. Ruby admitted to herself she hadn't been paying as much attention as she should, and had evidently helped set her off. Ruby hated failing her friends, even in small ways. After all, she was RWBY's Team Leader. She had just been so excited! Kicking Torchwick's butt had been so amazing. Then Weiss and Blake had made up, and Team RWBY was back together! Well, Ruby was almost certain they were back together, Weiss had kind of belly-flopped on the apology. What was she thinking about? Oh yeah, then this Blume, this "Dark Weiss" had showed up. And Ruby had been too slow to realize that wasn't a good thing.

Everything from the new arrival's stride to her stance was so angry. Weiss was also very angry, if Ruby was honest. Weiss was almost never relaxed. The difference was, where Weiss carried herself full of angry indignation, this 'Dark Weiss' was full of angry… umm anger. Almost to the point of just raw hate. Was that why her eyes were Red, was she like Yang when Yang was at her worst? Crescent Rose was in hand the moment Weiss's sister loosened her dust revolver in its holster. Ruby scrutinized it with a glance. Atlas made. Over and under barrel, eight chamber, efficiently powerful but poor accuracy. Reinforced for melee, it was a simple and brutal thing. Weiss's sister didn't release the clasp on her small veritable dust whip though, just the revolver. Did she fight with an either/or style? This "Blume" glanced at her as Ruby readied herself, her beloved baby still folded, but the angry huntress dismissed her as unimportant within that glance. Being dismissed as just a child at this point was old hat. Weiss had done it, Blake had done it, even Yang had done it, but Ruby knew who she was and where she was going to be. Ruby felt her own anger rise; anger buried deep because it was scary.

"Ah, Blume. Go to your room and play. You're mother and I are going to have a discussion."

Bleiss was apoplectic. Weiss took a step back in fear. "Okay Princess, maybe I should just fucking start with you."

Weiss backed up even further, terror mounting. Her sister's clothes started shimmering as she pulled upon her semblance. Weiss pulled up a large spinning white glyph, reinforced it with earth dust, and tried to put distance between her and her twin. All it caused was a derisive snort. It was shattered by a shimmering black fist. A shimmering fist that gripped her collar just below the throat, and hoisted her straight into the air.

"Put her down." Bleiss, for the first time in a very long time, shivered at someone else's tone. The red tinge receded a bit as she stared at a rather substantial gun. Actually it was one huge fucking gun, with a mother fucking scythe of all things attached to it, and it was leveled at her head. It was also beyond the reach of her semblance. How the fuck had Little Red gotten behind her? The wrong hand was clasped around the hated one's throat, she couldn't pull Fuckstick this way, which left her with two options, neither of them pleasant.

The bolt slide of a high impact sniper rifle, one undoubtedly loaded with gravity rounds, sounded in the night. Bleiss decided to drop her sister. "Happy Little Red?"

"My name is Ruby Rose." She might have looked as threatening as a puppy, granted a puppy with a huge fucking gun, but her tone was raw and somehow ancient. Bleiss shivered, and this shiver had nothing to do with anticipation.

Princess kicked back away, ass sliding on the torched concrete. Bleiss was more than a bit surprised when Cat helped pick her up. Also Abs stepped between her and them, a hard look in his eyes, and a collapsible staff in his hands. Most importantly though, the rifle did not waver.

"You can leave." Little Red said, and for a brief moment, it seemed her eyes flashed, and that flash robbed Bleiss of the will to continue.

No Conceivable Need For a Floatation Device stepped beside Little Red. "I think you best listen to my little sister, before Weiss becomes an only child."

Bleiss glared at Mounds Mountainous, before she took one more look at the group. Penny was gone. This was over. "This is stupid," she said, more to the world at large, than to Team Princess. Then without a backward glance she walked off into the night.

"Yang?"

"Yea Rubes?"

"You're an awesome sister."

Ruby braced for the crushing embrace but it didn't come. "You too Rubes."

Weiss's voice spoke up, "Ruby?"

"Yeah Weiss?"

"Thank you."

Ruby smiled, and stared at her future bestie. "You're welcome!"

"Yang?" Weiss continued.

"Yeah Weiss?"

"I have two sisters and a brother so you know!" Yang turned, kind of irritated to be honest, only to be hit chest high by Weiss as the little heiress hugged her for all her worth. "Just in case you're worried about me ever becoming an only child."

Yang smiled and returned the hug, "I'll remember. Of course I hope they're not all like that."

Weiss smiled, "Most certainly not, they are much more like myself." Yang and Ruby shared a long look. Weiss looked back at them. "What?"

Ruby smiled at her partner, especially when Blake also put her arms around the shaken girl. Then Ruby made sure she got into that hugging action! Team RWBY was definitely back together.

Sun then decided to add, "Um where did your friend go?"

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Bleiss slammed the car door quite a bit harder than strictly necessary. She fixed Penny with a baleful glare. "Well? Anything to say?" Bleiss was almost screaming, she was that far gone. Landon looked into the rearview mirror with a bit of surprise.

Penny had her head down, refusing to look at Bleiss. "I just wanted to see the city."

"Any particular reason you couldn't fucking wait for Ciel to do that?"

Penny answer was so soft Bleiss couldn't make it out.

"Louder. And I fucking know you understand there was no way for me to make that out. Don't fucking play that game with me, I know you've got some sub-routine denoting the minimum decibels for human hearing or some shit like that!"

When Penny looked at her, it was with such misery Bleiss felt her anger slip away, "Miss Soleil does not care for me. She can barely tolerate my presence."

Bleiss wasn't a big fan of platitudes. What was the point of uttering a lie when no one present was going to believe said lie. Thus it was with some surprise she uttered, with honest kindness and no believable sincerity, "You don't know that Penny."

Penny's look of misery became somehow more absolute. "I do know that! All evidence gathered supports this hypothesis. Today, Miss Soleil did not need to use the restroom facilities. I…" misery became humiliation, "I listened for 93 seconds at her door. What other conclusion could I gather than she just wanted to be away from me."

"Don't you just feel like a cunt?" Landon offered Bleiss from the front seat.

Bleiss grabbed the bridge of her nose. Trying to imagine listening at a bathroom stall door just to confirm your companion was hiding from you. After a moment, "Fuck you Landon," seemed like the only suitable reply.

"Not into vaginas, sorry," Bleiss could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Not my fault you're self-limiting." Bleiss was trying to keep from smiling.

Penny's face went from miserable to somewhat intrigued. "Are you negotiating for coitus?" Landon snorted, and Bleiss lost enough control to smile in spite of herself. She waved off Penny's non-sequitur of a question.

"Alright Penny, getting the fuck away from Ciel. I get that. I fucking do. Why the fuck did you attack the docks?"

"The known felon Roman Torchwick injured my friend," Penny explained simply.

After a few moments, when it became obvious that Penny wasn't going to continue, Bleiss sighed, "Are you going to explain further?"

"Oh, pardon me. I thought I was impeding your negotiations," This time Bleiss snorted, and Landon outright chuckled.

Just to put the matter to bed, "Penny, Landon and I have decided to not engage in coitus for the foreseeable future okay?"

Penny looked sad, "That is most unfortunate. Was I the cause of negotiations breaking down, if so I am terribly sorry…"

"Penny," Landon interrupted, "it's okay. We concluded the negotiations before we even met you," Landon offered helpfully.

Penny opened her mouth, only for Bleiss to gently put a hand over it. "Penny, no more about negotiating coitus. Okay? We need to talk about the docks."

Penny still looked concerned, but she nodded. Bleiss removed her hand. "What description was missing in my previous statement?"

"Penny, just start from the fucking beginning."

Penny nodded, but before she spoke Landon interrupted. "From the moment you ditched Ciel, not the moment time and space began."

Penny, "Oh I see, that was almost an awkward misunderstanding." Bleiss smiled at her teammate, which was rare. Penny would often grate on her. Here and now though… well here and now the little android was fairly endearing. She settled back as the car drove on towards the Atlas Embassy. At least they had found her before the military had. Not that she had any real hopes of Penny's display going unnoticed, but at least her and Landon would get all the relevant information first. They could then figure out what to do next. Bleiss quickly refocused her attention back on Penny.

"Then I bumped back into Ruby, her sister Yang, and your sister Weiss. This time they were looking for their fourth teammate Blake. Weiss's hair looked fabulous at the time if that is at all pertinent." Bleiss's eye twitched, but didn't want to talk about Princess if she didn't have to, "Also Blake isn't a man, in case like me, you found the matter confusing."

Bleiss blinked. Her mind had been tracking that Little Red was in fact a student at Beacon. She had also been tracking that this wasn't the first time Penny had bumped into Princess and her team. Ciel had fucked up at least TWICE! However that last comment, that last little tidbit, sent everything else out the window. Bleiss thought of the open shirted Amazing Abdominals. "Is Blake a faunus?"

Penny hesitated, "No." She hiccupped.

Normally Bleiss hated being lied to, but Penny's attempts at it were so futile, being angry was absurd. "Penny he, I mean she, has four feet of tail!"

Penny's eyes grew wide, "She does? I mean that seems highly unlikely given her status as completely human." Hiccup. Bleiss leveled a look at her. Penny stood pat. Both knew who would crumble first.

Bleiss gave up after two minutes of complete silence. "Fine, Blake's a human. You have completely convinced me."

"Sensational!"

Landon outright guffawed at that one.

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Jaune knew he was dead. Pyrrha had barely spoken to him since Bleiss had run off. Jaune had wanted to follow, but Pyrrha had grabbed him with her mind somehow. Or at least grabbing his armor and magically holding him in place. She had just told him he wasn't ready as she called the Vale police and then Beacon Academy itself. Then she had dragged him into an alley, again somehow doing it by the armor and without touching him, and flat-out asked him, "Is that Crocea Mors?"

Jaune nodded glumly. Nora was at a loss, but even Ren seemed to be seething. Pyrrha had stormed off without another word. No one talked to him, he was so miserable he didn't even feel the motion sickness on the flight back.

Back in their dorm room Pyrrha walked into the bathroom, still completely silent. The atmosphere wasn't any less oppressive with her out of the room. Ren stared holes through him, and Nora refused to look his way.

"Jaune, we have forgiven you for a lot." Ren spoke, and Jaune at least knew to not break eye contact with his teammate. "Also given some obvious deficiencies, we suspect we are most likely not done forgiving you." Ren didn't sigh, it might have been better if he had, "If you lie now, I will ask Ozpin for a transfer to another academy. I will ask Nora and Pyrrha to join me, although I suspect only Nora would agree. You were not given that to wield were you."

Jaune swallowed once. "No."

Ren narrowed his eyes, "You know it's history? Correct?"

Jaune hesitated as Ren watched him. "Not as well as I should. My grandfather and my dad aren't on the best speaking terms. I know it's famous, it was used by Alabastos Arc throughout the war. I think he was some kind of General. I also know he died fighting off Grimm after an important battle. Dad's never been one for what he deems 'Ancient History.'"

Ren looked at him, not bothering to hide the disappointment in his eyes, then he nodded. "Thank you for being honest at least. Nora, I am going to use the shower next. Jaune, it would be wise to talk to Pyrrha about Crocea Mors soon."

Jaune nodded. Unfortunately, Pyrrha wasn't particularly talkative when she emerged. She politely said goodnight to Nora, even to him, although she didn't look him in the eyes doing so. Then she settled down in her bed, back decidedly turned towards Jaune.

Jaune sat in a chair, surrounded by friends yet completely alone. He looked at Nora feeling absolutely miserable. Nora just blinked at him slowly before saying, "Hey don't look at me. I've never heard of it before." Pyrrha pretended she didn't hear the brief conversation.

Jaune looked down at his hands. Somehow, just when his dream started to feel possible, he had again fucked something up. Ren stared at the wall of the shower and contemplated the young man who led his team. Pyrrha tried hard to believe in destiny. Nora silently crossed this day out of her "Best" column.

Author's Note:

So, okay I admit this is a chapter on the short side without any of the plot really moving. I just kind of needed to finish my exposition dump. The rest is going to be next-day-in-the-timeline-type-stuff so this feels like a logical stopping point.

Also Bleiss has a word that honestly seems to kind of annoy her. This will undoubtedly be explained completely at a later date, but I red herringed it (that's a word right?) a bit. She also has very violent tendencies, a giant ego, and all sorts of other issues. Ah, just embrace the madness. Extra Special Thanks to Burkion and LaughingLefou who fixed my problems with Bleiss's combat style in like 30 seconds. I shit you not, that was how long it took them. Okay maybe it was like 45 seconds, Ciel Soleil would know. Ordinary Special Thanks to Mallobaude who taught me how to spell Pyrrha! Yes the use of very small words was required. If I was on Remnant, I know for a fact I could take that title from Ciel! Anyways, this just proves again no matter how low my Fanfiction Bar is I can lower it further. I did come up with naming her weapon Fuckstick, and that seems to have gone over well!

Most Special of All Thanks to everyone who gave this a read this week. I do appreciate it. Remember to support each other, fandom gets a bad reputation far too often.

Also, if you dig Arkos, check out Aetheling's "When a Plan Fails." Now Weiss's evil twin will kill my brain cells as I sleep. At least she has to find them first. Good luck Bitch!

RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, Bleiss belongs to the world (not me), Landon belongs to mythology, and Jaune's ass belongs to Bleiss who is definitely into pegging.