So Arryn Zech is the voice of Blake, who is Miles IRL girlfriend. Which is why I'm currently deciding on whether to use Kara or Arryn as Weiss's new name. Hence, why Junior only suggested a name for Weiss.

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Easter Eggs and References

You can't stop me from loving. My life of lying is done. The foundation is breaking. So I'll build up a new one. - Lyrics to All at Once by Pinn Panelle. Rocktronica band. Preeeety Decent.

Though plagued with Loss and Flaws beneath we Ghosts and Liars will be free. - Ghosts and Liars from the same band.

Cesar Chavez Forest - Cesar Chavez was the Street the RTX convention was at. So yeah.


Jaune saw that the girl in white was down, and the Ursa was almost right on top of her. He had been slowly inching toward the two of them in the surrounding brush, looking for an opening that he could use to get the girl to safety, or at least a weak spot in the Ursa.

Unfortunately, he found none, and the Ursa was getting more vigorous in its sniffing around the girl. Time was counting down, Jaune had realized, and it wouldn't be long until the Ursa resigned itself to having a little snack at the expense of this girl's life and Jaune's mental state of being if he didn't get out of there this second.

But his hero's complex kicked in, and he found himself standing up and quietly unsheathing Crocea Mors.

Jaune himself didn't believe that he would be able to kill the Ursa alone. His only wish was that he would be able to buy sometime to get the girl to safety, even if he did get hurt in the process.

It was stupid, getting maimed or worse for someone that you don't know, but that was how Jaune was, and it was how he was going to live, he decided.

The Ursa stood up and raised a massive clawed arm. It growled softly, hoping to stir up some life into its prey before eating. No sense in having a cold meal.

That was when Jaune ran out of the bushes, without a battle cry and trying to stay quiet, sword out in front and shield raised to help him attempt what might have been the dumbest idea ever.

He tackled the Ursa.

No heroic gestures, intense planning, or acrobatic theatrics. This was a straight up tackle like someone would do in a game of professional Grifball, the only difference being that Jaune stabbed a sword into the Ursa's torso at the same time.

Thankfully, Jaune's height and weight coupled with his forward momentum was just enough to topple the Ursa over. That elation he felt quickly gave way to pain and fear as he lost the grip on his sword and was kicked off from his position on top of the Ursa by its back legs.

Landing painfully on his back (OOMPH) Jaune quickly scrambled to his feet, both hands behind his shield and him peering over it.

The Ursa stood up and and roared at Jaune rushing at him on all fours.

Bracing himself, Jaune sidestepped to his right and backhanded with his left arm in an attempt to pull off a shield bash, which hit the Ursa in face but only succeeded in making it angry. The Ursa punched Jaune in his lightly armored torso and sent him flying backward, putting him down in front of the girl in white.

Jaune could have sworn he had seen a flutter in her eyes before the imposing figure of the Ursa came into view.

He tried to get up, only to be forced down again by the Ursa roaring in his face.

However, that roar was interrupted by a loud bang, akin to a gunshot, and the Ursa looking up, away from Jaune.

Jaune looked up as well and saw that the girl was awake, and had an outstretched arm that held a small double barreled pistol in her hand. The girl got the other shot off before the Ursa backhanded her across the face and sent her sprawling to the side.

Taking this opportunity, Jaune forced himself out from under the Ursa, pulled out his sword that was stuck in its torso, and stabbed it into the neck of the Grimm. The Ursa went down like a sack of bricks, and Jaune took his sword into both hands and slammed it down like an axe into the Ursa's neck, executioner style.

It took him three times, but he successfully decapitated the head of the Ursa and collapsed onto all fours from overexertion.

Jaune would have passed out right then and there, but he remembered he had to check up on the girl. Picking himself up, he stumbled over to her as she lay on her side, holding a hand up to her eye, with what looked like blood coming out of the gaps in her fingers.

"Ah, shit. You're bleeding." Good job Jaune. Like that wasn't obvious. "Let me see it."

Jaune eased Weiss hand away from her face, and assessed the damage. The cut wasn't all that deep. It would scar, but it wasn't life threatening. Until infection set in, at least.

"Can you open your eye for me? I need to see if its damaged." The girl hissed in pain.

"It hurts." She complained, but did it anyway.

Jaune was met by a light blue eye, deep to the point where he almost zoned out.

She's pretty. And in danger. Help. I should do that.

"We need to get you to Varien Town. I can get you some help." He tried not to go on with inane babble, as he was sometime prone to do.

Taking care not to irritate her wounds (he noticed her gasp in light pain as he helped her stand) Jaune pulled her right arm over his shoulder and put his other hand at the small of her back, leading her along but making sure that they would be able to move faster.

It was a few minutes before Jaune noticed that he had made a grave error, and his head whipped to his left so fast that it startled the Girl in White.

"Omigosh, I'm so sorry! I'm-" Was that hesitation in his voice? "-Miles, nice to uh, meet you!" Jaune, completely oblivious as to the life or death situation they were in, flashed his greatest "Hero" smile, eyes closed and smile wide. If his eyes were open, he would have noticed the Girl in White's face flash a number of emotions.

Surprise. Incredulousness. Anger. Hesitation. Realization. Sorrow.

And then a grit of the teeth and a sharp look away from the face of her somewhat savior. She thought deeply before starting to speak.

"I'm..." Jaune opened his eyes, still walking, still moving along, but looking expectantly at her.

Cue the shattered hopes and dreams.

"...in Pain, you moron." She said, still looking away from Jaune. "And I would sincerely appreciate if you would save the interrogation for later." She finished, with no small amount of bite to her voice.

And actually, if you could put off asking me questions until never, that would be amazing.

Jaune's face dropped, and he turned his face forward, lips pursed and eyes darting around awkwardly. He tried to defuse the situation.

"...Sorry, I guess we should get you some help before I start asking you questions. My bad."

And then cue the awkward silence.

Girl in White felt bad at this point, so she opted let some gratitude leak through.

"I do appreciate how you lept into action to save someone you didn't know. It might have been stupid of you to be so negligent of your own life, but I appreciate it just the same. If it weren't for you I would have been..." She looked to her right, still covering her eye and saw him.

He was looking neutrally at her, face not betraying any emotions and occasionally flashing in front of them to make sure he was walking straight. She noticed that he couldn't have been any older than she was, at the ripe old age of 14. He was probably out here with to see some wildlife, until being disturbed by Junior and his gunshot.

Her ribs throbbed at the thought of Junior.

But she couldn't bring herself to say anymore to this boy, as the weight of her situation started to make itself known to her. She was tired, emotionally weary, and physically maimed. A hot bath and a bed sounded like Heaven to her right about now.

"...Let's just get to safety first, before we talk any more."

True to his unspoken agreement, there was no conversation between the two of them for the remainder of the journey, a good hour and a half.


"What do you mean you don't want to go to the clinic? Your eye is bleeding and you've got cracked, maybe broken ribs!"

The minute the duo entered Varien Town, Jaune decided to bypass checking back in at the inn and instead head right to the local doctor.

Girl in white wasn't as accommodating.

And now they were both in Jaune's room, as Weiss was sat down at the dining table, and Jaune was lecturing her in a harsh whisper while he dug through his backpack and cabinets for pain killers, bandages, and sterile pads.

Dustsake, why are all of the women in my life complete bitches to me.

Finding everything he needed, Jaune walked over to the table, set the objects down, and washed himself before moving to treat GiW's wounds.

Starting with the eye, Jaune began to dab lightly at and around the wound, while the girl proceeded to dig her fingers into the table.

Tensely, Jaune spoke up.

"I'm... sorry, y'know?" She turned to him.

"For what, you saved my li- ah!" A sharper pain as he used another cotton ball, this time doused in alcohol.

"I know, but if I had been better, you wouldn't have gotten a cut over your eye. So I'm sorry for not being good enough."

She would've missed the under the breath addition from Jaune, if she wasn't sitting right next to him.

"Wouldn't be the first time I've let someone down."

A kindred spirit, she decided. But still.

"Alright, if you're going to clean and dress my wounds, we can't be doing this small talk... bullshit." Not in polite company anymore, as well as really stressed she let her harsher side out. "Got any music I can zone out to? Preferably loud and angsty. Like Crown the Empire or something." Jaune looked to his side.

"Ain't got that, but there's a T.V. here." He reached over and got the remote, dropping it in front of her and applying the butterfly sutures and eye bandages. "Also, I applaud your music choices. Didn't have you pegged for a Post-Hardcore kinda person." GiW just gave a small grin.

Pressing the on button, she started to channel surf. This went on for a few minutes before she stopped on the Vale News Network channel.

"In light of recent events, we have received a statement from President Schnee, as he mourns the disappearance of his daughter at the Vytal Charity Event."

The image hard cut to a well dressed man looking somber, with tears down his eyes. A woman could be seen behind him covering her face with white-gloved hands.

"It is a tragedy that this had to fall upon my family on such a great day for all of us in Vale. Weiss was truly an interesting girl, one to be admired for her hard work and dedication to her family and studies. After 14 years of raising my baby girl, I can't imagine how my wife and I are to live without her."

Had her father said anymore, Weiss would have thrown the remote right through the T.V. But the image hard cut back to the reporters in the News Room and she realized that with her current lack of depth perception as well as injured body, she might have hit Miles, who was sitting right next to her.

She should've turned the T.V. off, as she discovered. Because a picture of her was being shown on the screen.

"If you have anymore information on this beautiful young girl and her location, please contact us, as well as the local authorities. Such an accomplished young women, struck down in her prime. Truly a sad day for all of us in Vale. This is Lisa Lavender, signing off.

"Jeez, laying it on a bit thick, aren't they?" Weiss looked over to see Miles staring right at her picture, and hoped he wouldn't put two and two together.

Unfortunately, he did.

"Mind telling me what's going on here, Weiss?"