Under a Pale shattered moon

chapter 3, Awaken the Dreamers

I do not own anything pertaining to anything dealing with either RWBY nor Bloodborne. I will never, ever, ever claim to do so. Ever.

Thank you all so much for your support as I continue to write this story, it truly is an inspiration! Shouts out to Raxychaz and 4everfictional for giving me the confidence needed to try my hand at yet another story and driving me to commit this act of... er... what I mean to say is thanks, you two!

Now,

Fear the Old Blood!

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The rest of Glynda's class passed in a blur to the silver haired teenager, who spent the rest of his time eying those around him and sizing them up to the best of his abilities. Having seen the weapons of Team RWBY told him what he needed to know of their skill set, though the rest of the students around him remained a mystery, something he was mighty uncomfortable about.

Only four others stood out as ones to keep an eye out for, being a blond haired man with white chest plates and shoulder guards, a chesty redhead also wearing heavy armor without being too restricting, an orange haired girl with an overly excited expression on her face and a rather slim male figure with blackish hair with pink highlights.

'Why... does he have pink hair and eyes?' Abel questioned himself, having never seen anyone with such a shade of hair color, let alone on a male. He was broken from his musings when the teacher for his current class, Glynda Goodwitch, cleared her throat once more to gain the classes attention.

"Remember, everyone, the Vytal Festival is only a few months away! It won't be long before students from the other kingdoms start arriving in Vale, so keep practicing! Those who choose to compete in the combat tournament will be representing all of Vale!" Glynda finished her final words as the bell signifying the end of class rang, causing the Iscariot to rise from his seat and make his way to the door, ignoring the many different looks of curiosity being sent his way by his newest classmates.

"Hey, Abel, wait up!" A voice called out from behind him, causing him to pause and turn only to come face to face with a much closer than comfortable Ruby and her sister Yang not far from her.

"Good job in putting that bully Cardin in his place, I've been waiting the entire year to see something like that!" The blond, buxom sister of Ruby admitted, a bright smile alight on her face.

A small smile ghosted the silver haired teenagers face before he nodded his head and responded. "I thank you for your compliment, though I do wish he had been more... accepting of his defeat."

Ruby looked ready to explode with praise but Yang held a hand up, causing the smaller female to deflate and take a calming breath. "That. Was. AWESOME! Please teach me how to do that, you were faster than even I am!"

Abel seemed to hum to himself before nodding his head in acceptance at her request, though it seemed unwillingly. "I suppose I could do that, but it will not be easy, you might even hate me afterwards... are you sure that is what you want?"

"Oh, please, my Uncle Qrow put me through the ringer when teaching me, whats the worst that could happen?" Ruby responded, her voice full of confidence.

Her answer earned her a deep, chesty chuckle from the silver haired teen, though it was not mocking like one would have assumed. "So be it, little one. Do not say I didn't give you proper warning previously."

"So, where is our next destination...?" Abel finally questioned, having wandered the hallways with Team RWBY seeing as he was not acquainted to anyone else at the Academy thus far.

"That was the only class for the day, I think. We are heading to the cafeteria to get some food, would you like to tag along?" Yang questioned, pipping into the conversation outside of complimenting Abel on his thorough trouncing of Cardin earlier in class.

'Food. FINALLY.'

"Yes, I would very much love that." Abel answered hastily, a new pep in his step as he followed the four females towards their newest destination. The five continued to hold small talk on their way to the cafeteria, something Abel had come to enjoy after realizing just how lonely he had become without the Doll's presence by his side.

"So then, once the foul beast was thoroughly distracted by tying to wipe the burning liquor from its fur, I stabbed it in the face with bullets." Abel answered, drawing laughs from Yang and Ruby while Weiss looked a bit queasy at the explanation.

"Why not do that in the first place?" Weiss questioned, not understanding why Abel would waste valuable resources against such a foe.

"Revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge." Abel answered evenly enough, causing Weiss to nod her head in understanding. If she nearly lost her left arm to some form of werewolf Grimm, she would have responded in kind with a few well placed glyphs powered by fire dust.

"I like how vindictive you are, it shows character." Yang grinned before leading the five of them to the back of the line to get their lunch for the day.

"If you say so, I just thought it was appropriate at the time." Abel shrugged, his nose filled with scents he hadn't smelled in more than a year it felt like. "Do you know what they are serving this day?"

"It smells like chicken, and looks like chicken, so most likely mystery meat." Yang answered with a grin, earning a raised brow from Abel.

"Why wouldn't it be chicken. Using context clues, if it looks and sounds like a chicken... it is most likely a chicken."

"No, no, it doesn't work that way with school food, trust me." Ruby replied instead of her sister with a slight shiver at the thought, deciding to not think to hard about what she was about to devour.

"Ah... that does not set my mind at ease. Quite the contrary, actually." Abel finally requited his answer while staring down at the steaming meat on his tray as well as the vegetables loaded onto the plastic tray. "It at least SMELLS appealing... I am almost certain I've eaten worse."

Finding a place to comfortably sit the five proved to be a difficult task before the frantic waving of the orange haired, pink wearing girl from earlier drew Ruby and Blakes attention, causing the two of them to lead Abel to sit with the only other team they were proud to call comrades, as it was mutually agreed that Team CRDL was absolute scum.

"Salutations." Abel greeted the four he was eyeballing earlier outside of Team RWBY, causing them to turn their attention to him after saying hello to their fellow team.

"SALUTATIONS!" Nora, the orange haired one, shouted, causing Abel to slightly wince at the lack of volume control the young girl displayed. "That. Fight. Was. AWESOME! Though you really should have broken his legs, that would have totally made my day."

"Thank you kindly? I was trying my hardest not to maim the brute, that would have made a terrible first impression upon you all I am sure." Abel responded unsurely, looking to Ruby to see if her lack of constraint was normal.

Her male teammate with pink streaks in his hair responded before Ruby could, "Sorry about Nora, she is a bit... excitable. My name is Lie Ren, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The black haired member of Team JNPR extended his hand over the table, allowing Abel to take it gently into his gauntleted hand and shake it.

"Tis quite alright, I find it... refreshing." Abel responded, a light chuckle escaping his throat before he turned his attention to the two remaining members of Team JNPR that have yet to introduce themselves.

"My name is Pyrrha Nicos, it is good to meet you." The red head answered in a slightly chipper tone, also extending her hand to shake his own. Noticing that her grip was much, much firmer than Len's, the Iscariot had to fight back a slight grimace at her powerful handshake while applying more pressure than he did for her slightly feminine, and male, teammate.

"And you?" Abel finally questioned, turning his crimson eyes to stare at the downtrodden blond member of Team JNPR.

"Oh, I'm Jaune Arc, Knight in shinning armor!" Jaune answered with confidence, though his tone spoke much of his disappointment.

"Oh-ho, a fellow Knight indeed? Well it is a great pleasure to make all of your acquaintances, perhaps we can exchange weapons in honorable combat soon." Abel stated firmly, noticing that the Knight seemed to shy away from the words as soon as they left his mouth. "Unless you are... perhaps occupied by other things, that is..."

"No, no, its not that... I just don't think I could stand a chance against you, even in a friendly spar... you wiped the floor with Cardin, easily, but I can't even lay a hand on him..." Jaune trailed off with a sigh, looking down at his mystery meat surprise with steamed vegetables on the side.

"Nonsense. Absolute rubbish. Jaune, the only one who seems to think that way would be yourself. Your team here seems to have confidence in your ability, that surely counts as something." Abel dismissed trying to downplay his abilities, not having any of it.

"Tell you what, Jaune... Ruby here will be studying under me for a while to learn to wield a scythe like I do, how would you like to receive training in swordsmanship?"

Jaune perked up at the offer of training from someone who could wipe the floor with Cardin easily enough. "Do you mean it? Really? But I just met you, why would you offer something like that? I don't have the money to pay for extra lessons..."

"The only payment I would require is you giving this training your all. Who knows, it might just be thou hast yet to bloom into a proper warrior, or perhaps thine weapon is not suited for you, but I can easily see the talent waiting to be tapped into, just below the surface. You carry yourself much the same way I did when I first stepped foot into Yharnam." Abel replied with a bit of a harsh tone, not standing for a fellow Knight, even if he did not serve the same queen, putting himself down in such a manner.

Jaune seemed to accept the silver haired teens words before a smile broke out on his face. "Thanks, Abel... I think that is exactly what I needed to hear... though I could hardly afford to get myself another weapon..."

The Iscariot seemed to pause for a moment before looking at the leaders of both Team RWBY and Team JNPR with a critical eye. Ruby was already accustomed to wielding Abel's newest preferred type of weapon while Jaune seemed to favor having a weapon in either hand if the large amount of callouses built up on both of his hands meant anything, or a sword and shield combination that was incredibly uncommon in Yharnam.

"Hmm... I will request Professor Ozpin allowing me to return to my workshop to retrieve a few different weapons you can test out... I think I have just the thing for you." The Iscariot finally answered, causing the blond haired Knight to cheer up almost instantly.

"You promise? You aren't just yanking my leg?"

"I assure you, my hands are no where near your legs so that would be impossible." Abel stated with slight confusion in his voice, not sure what yanking his leg had to do with promising to help the teenager find a weapon that would suit him more than his current blade. "Though I do give you my word, from one Knight to another."

"It... it was a figure of speech." Jaune answered, not sure how to respond to Abels' confusion over such a common saying. "Where are you from, anyway? Professor Goodwitch only stated that you came from a Kingdom far away from society?"

"That would be correct. I grew up in the Hinterlands for the better part of my early years, though I made my way to Yharnam after hearing of their miracle cures to every disease, no matter how deadly they are." The Iscariot explained, "So Yharnam will forever be my home for giving me a new chance at living, instead of accepting what fate had in store for me."

"Wow, a miracle cure huh?" Jaune questioned, curiosity in his tone, "What sort of sickness did you have, if you don't mind me asking?" With his problems mostly forgotten, Jaune had inadvertently cheered up at his fellow Knight offering him training, thinking of how powerful he could become with the new student training him personally.

After seeing the Iscariot in action earlier, Jaune could honestly say he was very impressed with the skill of the silver haired teen, even more so due to the fact that he didn't even use his Aura to strengthen his blows if the rumors already starting were anything to go by.

Abel seemed to pause for a moment before answering slowly. "My body was rejecting itself, surprisingly enough. There was some form of deficiency within my blood, though that wouldn't explain the symptoms quite as well as I would have liked."

"Your body was... rejecting itself? Oh..." Weiss chimed in, cringing at the thought of such a thing happening to her. "That must have been horrible!"

"Well it certainly wasn't pleasant, but it could have been worse I suppose." Abel groused while digging into the 'mystery meat' and vegetables with as much dignity as he could, considering he was practically starved almost to death.

Nora soon launched into an explanation of her most recent dream, telling of how herself and Ren were faced with over dozens of Ursai, though Ren would correct her every so often until Abel caught the real gist of the dream instead of the hyperactive exaggeration being told by Nora.

"She's been having this reoccurring dream for more than a month now." Ren finally finished off for Nora, who looked to be occupied by drawing smiling faces in her... syrup covered meat?

Abel tried not to gag at the overly sweet smell wafting from the incredibly hyperactive girls plate before turning his attention to his surroundings, only to begin clenching his fist hard enough to snap the metal utensil in his hand in half as opposed to merely bending it. Hearing the metal snap, the eight others present at their lunch table turned their attention to Abel once more, who was already standing up and making his way to another lunch table across the cafeteria from them.

Following his line of sight, teams RWBY and JNPR bore witness to Cardin Winchester and his band of goons, also known as Team CRDL, picking on a small rabbit eared Faunus none of them could say they ever seen before. "Something tells me this wont end well for Cardin..." Ruby spoke, her voice containing both barely restrained glee at seeing Abel stalk after the bully once more and concern for her newest scythe wielding friend.

"No, no it will not." Blake answered evenly, looking up from her book to watch the scene unfolding before them all.

Within moments, Abel finally stood directly behind Cardin, who was none the wiser of just who stood behind him. "Oh man, they are real, you little freak!"

A laugh was shared between the scum of Team CRDL, at least until Sky Lark, the final member of the team of bullies, noticed Abels' presence. "And just what do you want, freak? Here to defend your fellow abomination?"

Abel cocked his head to the side, a wicked grin making its way across his face. "And if I am? Do you wish to try your... luck, with me as well?"

Sky snarled and rose his fist to strike, but Abel was faster. Using the discarded tray of food left on the table, the Iscariot quickly snatched it up and slammed it as hard as he could into the teenagers face, breaking yet another nose thanks to the blow. Not wanting to waste time, Abel kicked the back of Cardin's knees before he could turn and face him, causing him to lose his grip on the brown haired Faunus's ears before falling backwards, right into Abels' waiting arms.

Wrapping his arms tightly around Cardin's waist, Abel murmured the last words Cardin heard before forcefully being knocked out by the most brutal German Suplex any of those present in the schools cafeteria had ever seen.

"I am going to enjoy this far more than I have any right to."

The two remaining members of Team CRDL, Russel and Dove, attempted to rush at Abel once he rose from his bent backwards position, only for Russel to be dropped like a ten ton bolder from a cliff face after a brutal hay-maker connected with the pressure point located on the right side of his jaw while the crimson eyed teen dodged to the left, leaving just Dove to fend for himself.

Seeing himself at a complete disadvantage, Dove tried to capitalize on Abel's momentary distraction with Russel, only for his arm to be caught and for his bodies momentum to be used against him as the crimson eyed teenager performed a textbook uchimada toss, sending the last of the four man team sliding across the cafeteria while bouncing every few feet thanks to the velocity of the toss.

"Let this be a lesson to any would-be bully targeting those that are physically different than yourselves... you mess with any Faunus due to their difference from yourselves, and I will crush you beneath my heel like vermin should be." Abel called out, the entire room able to hear him thanks to the silence that descended upon the place of eating.

"Thank you... I didn't need the help though, now you are just going to get yourself in trouble..." The small girl finally spoke, her voice easily able to be heard over the still clapping students around them.

"T'wasn't a problem, little one, I was merely doing what should have been done ages ago. My name is Abel Iscariot, might I have the pleasure of knowing thine name?"

"Velvet... my name is Velvet Scarlatina. It is nice to meet you, Abel..." The somewhat shy girl answered in a small voice, looking up to stare Abel directly in the eyes only to look away moments later. 'Why are his eyes slitted... and are those fangs?'

"I know this might seem a little sudden, but would you care to join my comrades and I to finish your meal? I assure you, we are far better company than these... scoundrels."

The bunny eared girl looked shocked at such a question before nodding her head in the affirmative after a few moments of consideration. "I would like that.. very much. Thank you." She stated with a small blush on her face.

"Of course, little one." Abel responded with a kind voice before leading her back to teams' RWBY and JNPR. Seeing the strange looks on the faces of all eight of his newest... friends?, he asked the obvious question.

"Is... is there something on my face?"

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"Do you know how much of a headache you have already caused me, Mister Iscariot? It hasn't even been a single day and you have already put four people in the infirmary, despite their trip being well deserved. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Ozpin questioned while staring at the crimson eyed teen through his spectacles resting on the tip of his nose.

Abel demurely shrugged his shoulders before accepting another cup of tea from his ever faithful Doll, who had quickly been hired on as Ozpin's assistant under the pretense of her continuing to brew him her wonderful tea, that way both Abel and the Doll could continue to reside in the same building without forcing Doll into combat classes. "I am sure it has caused you quite the headache, but I cannot, SHALL not stand by and have those wretched beings committing such heinous acts in front of me."

Ozpin sighed before bringing up a recording of the fight, starting when Sky Lark had his face brutalized by the plastic cafeteria tray closest to Abel, luckily not being Velvet's as he did not wish to waste her food. The scene played out in less than a minute, showing just how skilled the silver haired teenager was compared to the four first year members of Team CRDL.

"Only a broken nose and two dislocated shoulders to show for it, though Cardin did suffer a rather nasty concussion after you executed the most flawless suplex I have ever seen. All in all... how would you like to represent Vale in the upcoming Vytal Festival?"

"...I would love to?" Abel answered, his voice unsure, not quite aware what the tournament would entail. "Though I very much doubt I would be much of a match for most competitors, who have access to this... Aura and Semblance. Would that not put me at a severe disadvantage?"

"Oh, absolutely, if we were to not help you unlock your Aura and hopefully find your semblance between now and the tournament." Ozpin answered easily enough, a small smile playing on his face.

Abels downtrodden and slightly confused expression lit up at the admittance, causing him to look up and stare his newest favorite teacher directly in his eyes. "When do we start?"

"We? Oh no, I will not be teaching you personally, instead... I have a better idea. You, Team RWBY and Team JNPR seem to get along swimmingly, I think this is the perfect opportunity for you to not only teach Ruby how to wield a scythe like yourself and Jaune on how to be a true Knight, but for you to learn from them all as well."

Abel quickly deflated at hearing he would not be receiving instruction from Ozpin himself, causing the man to slightly backtrack his words, "Though that does not mean I cannot give you a few lessons every now and then, though it can't be made public knowledge or I will be accused of favoritism, you see."

A large grin broke across Abel's face, exposing his heavily extended canines for the first time. "You know just how to make me one happy Vileblood, Professor. We have an accord. Shall my participation in this tournament count as my punishment, or...?"

"Oh no, I hope you didn't think you would be getting off that easily, young man. Instead of punishing you, however, we shall just say you owe me one favor that I can cash in at any time I need, within reason of course." Professor Ozpin stated with a completely stoic face, though Abel could still hear the humor in his tone.

With a shrug, the silver haired teen finished downing his tea before handing the porcelain cup back to his most favorite, and only favorite, Doll in the world. "If you get any better at this, I might just have to ask you to wed me, Doll."

If the porcelain animaton was capable of blushing, Abel was more than sure a fiery red would be dusting her cheeks at the teasing tone, though he found her expression and slight stuttering to be incredibly endearing.

"I jest, I jest, you could do far better than myself. You shall make some man very happy one day, Doll, very happy indeed." Abel finally relented, a ghost of a smile present on his face as he rose from his seated position.

"Oh, Good Hunter... you always say the kindest things to me." The Doll cooed, wanting nothing more than to give her favorite Hunter a large hug but refrained from doing so due to her knowledge of his dislike of being touched save a few rare occurrences.

"You deserve the kindness after what the two of us have been through together, would you not say so?" Abel questioned, though he already knew the answer. Of course she would say so, though she was not confident enough to say the words aloud.

"And Professor... just how did you already find out about my offering of teaching both Ruby and Jaune...? Certainly, only those two and their teams know of my offer, and I am more than certain you were no where near present for either of those conversations...?" Abel questioned, pausing in the doorway while slightly looking over his shoulder, confusion clearly evident on his face.

"I have my ways, Mister Iscariot... You have a good night, now, and try and get some rest for tomorrow."

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Needless to say, Abel did not get the rest he wished for. Instead, he found himself pacing his empty 'Dorm Room' as Ozpin and Glynda called it, the bright moonlight filtering in through his curtain-less window in rivulets, almost as if trying to drown the rooms only occupant in its brilliant shine.

A half filled goblet of Yharnams specialty blood rested upon his desk next to his rather large stack of notes, though the way the liquid life was distilled made it look more like wine than blood. Despite being far from 'Home' and his Queen, Abel still found enjoyment from the sinful liquid produced only within the city as it was far more intoxicating than alcohol could ever be.

With yet another night of restlessness ahead of him due to the unfamiliar place he found himself in, the silver haired Iscariot tried to busy himself by thinking over the many runes he had found etched over his body. A small hand mirror was held in his left hand, using it to look over his shoulder to watch as more runes carved themselves into his flesh where there weren't scars present.

'More than twenty runes over all... what is the meaning of all of this?' Abel questioned himself, watching as the 'Deep Sea' rune carved itself unto his lower back, glowing the same ghastly crimson shade as the Hunter of Hunter rune had. The teenager was broken from his reveries when a sudden rapping upon his door rang out, causing him to jolt slightly.

"Ah... just a moment, please." Abel called out while walking over to his dresser, removing a pair of leather pants that most hunters of Yharnam wore. With skilled hands, two leather belts were crisscrossed over his hips and buckled after he pulled the leather over his lower body, keeping the pants on his hips instead of around his knees. Seeing as this was the most presentable he could be, he quickly slipped a light, sleeveless shirt over his torso and answered the door before whomever was on the other side could grow impatient.

"Ah, Miss Belladonna... what can I do for you this night?" Abel questioned, his crimson eyes easily locking onto the golden orbs that stared at him from just feet away. Still dressed in her day clothes, Blake looked no different than what he was used to, but it was the expression on her face that made him slightly weary of the bow wearing teenager across from him.

"I... have a few questions for you, Abel. May I come in, please?" Blake eventually answered, her eyes leaving his, only to trace his now exposed arms and the many scars and runes present upon his flesh.

Three angry red marks were crossing his throat in multiple directions, indicating what should have been multiple deathblows that eventually healed into the jagged scars present, shocking Blake due to their existence. More, and larger, scars were present along his collarbones and shoulders, ranging from what looked to be terrible burns to bullet wounds, gouges and even a few that looked to be gained from having large amounts of electricity coursing his flesh.

"I do not see why not?" The silver haired teen responded with confusion in his tone before stepping aside, allowing her to enter his rather spartan, but spacious, room. Two of the extra beds had been removed from his room, leaving just one for himself and one for Doll, who would be working through the night with Ozpin on a subject he was not privy to. The rest of the room looked like one would expect of a dorm room, though the different styles of weapon hanging from the walls reminded her of his Workshop as he called his home in the woods.

Blake, trying to get over her shock at the many different scars on his body, cleared her throat and tried to bring up why she was there. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Ozpin earlier, right after he dismissed my team... Were there no Faunus where you come from?"

Abel shrugged his shoulders before removing the pages containing his different notes on the runes showing up on his body and stuffing them into the drawer under the desk before locking them away. Trying to think of the best way of answering her question without seeming prejudiced, Abel merely shook his head in the negative, not trusting his voice to not give away his nervousness.

A sip from the goblet of Yharnam blood drew Blakes attention, whose nose easily picked up the coppery scent lingering in the air. Her eyes widened before narrowing when she read the label of the large bottle of crimson liquid sitting next to the goblet, though Abel was unaware of her wandering gaze.

"You also mentioned Humanity coming a long way since you last set foot in civilization, yet you also claim to come from a city named Yharnam..." Blake persisted with her questions, crossing her arms over her chest with a scowl on her face.

Instead of responding, Abel turned his attention from Blake to stare out at the moon from the window, taking in its deformed shape with a weary eye. After a few moments, the silver haired teenager finally relented, "I certainly wouldn't call Yharnam civilized, not in the way you seem to think. My land, and home, were ones filled with strife. Bloody, bloody strife.."

"What are you talking about?" Blake questioned, confusion and slight irritation in her tone. To her, it seemed as if the Good Hunter had been speaking nonsense, but the look in his eyes when he turned to face her let her know he only spoke the truth.

"I think it would be best if you start asking the right questions, Miss Belladonna."

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"So what do you guys think of the new guy?" Yang questioned while tossing a small rubber ball against the wall, catching it with the rebound only to repeat the process. Weiss looked up from her homework with a slightly annoyed expression, though whether it was from the mentioning of the Iscariot or the noise being generated by the rubber ball Yang wasn't sure.

"For a ruffian, he seems to be alright." The white haired Schnee answered, her tone expressing her annoyance as did her expression. "Something about him... does not sit right with me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ruby questioned, looking up from her disassembled weapon while rubbing a fine layer of mineral oils over the many different moving parts making up her weapon. "He seems like a good guy, if a bit rough."

"A bit rough is putting it lightly, Sis." Yang stated before lobbing the ball harder than she intended, causing the rebound to hit Weiss directly in the back of the head. "Oops, sorry Weiss." She nervously chuckled, seeing the even more annoyed expression on her face before grabbing a pillow and holding it like a shield. "Please don't!"

"Don't what?" Weiss questioned with clenched teeth before winding her arm back and letting loose the small rubber ball with a few small glyphs appearing out of thin air to further increase the speed of the projectile. "Do that? My hand must have slipped. Oops."

Yang yelped as the small rubber ball slammed into her down shield and into her forearm, a sharp pain shooting through her arm not even a split second later. "OWW! Damn it, Schnee!"

"Will you two chill for a second? What do you mean something about him doesn't sit right with you?" Ruby questioned again, her brows slightly furrowed. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she too found Abel to be slightly intimidating, if only because of how vicious he was in a fight as evident by his two separate encounters with Cardin Winchester.

"He just seems... I dunno," Yang began, trying to think of the correct words, "A little... not normal?"

"How eloquent, Yang, you should write a sonnet." Weiss drawled before stating her own opinion, "He obviously isn't used to Human interaction outside of conflict. Didn't you notice how he sat in Professor Goodwitch's class? With his back against the wall. I don't know if you noticed or not, but he looked like a caged animal until he started fighting Cardin."

"Weiss, that has to be the most racist thing I have ever heard you say!" Yang gasped before slapping the girl on the arm with a stern look on her face, "You can't just say things like that, how do you think it would feel if YOU were discriminated against, hmm?"

Weiss didn't look the least bit ashamed by her words, instead waving Yang off with her left hand while turning her attention back to her homework. "I didn't mean it in the sense of Fauna, Yang. He just looked like he was ready to fight anyone in the room at the drop of a lien. He's paranoid about something."

None of the three members of Team RWBY present had anything to say on the subject after that, instead continuing to converse as teenage girls would. It was only hours later did Blake make it back to team RWBY's room, unaware of the silver eyes watching her from beneath the covers of a seperate bed.

'Hmm...'