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"Jaune?"
"Oh... hey guys."
"Jaune, we're not going to avoid it. What happened?"
"I... I tried..."
"To save them?"
"No... to kill them."
"How high risk is the plan?"
Jaune grunted as he ducked underneath Raven's kick and attempted to shove her down, but she span out of the way elegantly.
"Not high at all," he answered as he threw a punch that was easily batted out of the way. "At least according to Roman."
Raven nodded as she punched him in the temple and sent him flying backwards.
"And do you think the White Fang will betray you?"
Jaune laid on the ground for a moment as his head span.
"After a made a giant shoelace out of a Taijitu," he started after a moment, "I hope not."
Raven nodded and drew her sword.
Jaune sighed as he drew Crocea Mors.
"Raven," Jaune asked as he laid in the grass, they were in a wide open field on a beautiful day. A day that made Jaune miss his home, miss Beacon... days like this he would be spending with his friends...
"What?" she asked as she looked at the boy, she was not event tussled at all despite the previous fight.
Jaune stared at a lone cloud floating across the sky—he could feel the shallow cuts she gave him healing.
"Why am I here?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
Jaune sat up and looked at her.
"I mean, why me? Why do you train me? Why do you trust me enough to spy on Torchwick?"
"Is there a reason I shouldn't?"
Jaune clenched his fists, he knew what she was trying to do, trying to avoid the question.
"You know exactly what I did."
Raven glared at him intensely.
"I do. I know that you were nothing more than a spiteful brat that got another team nearly killed for revenge, that you may have ended the career of a talented team because they bullied you. But what I saw when we met was a kid with a good heart that was tainted by the world..."
"So why?"
Raven looked away.
"I feel like I owed you," she said after a noticeable pause.
Jaune only stared.
"I... I had a daughter," she explained. "And I had to abandon her for my job, I didn't want to—but I had to leave. And when I saw the blonde hair and bright eyes of Jaune Arc, I couldn't help but think of my daughter Yang. When I saw how lost you were, I couldn't help but think about how she might feel about me leaving."
Jaune stayed silent for a few moments.
He didn't expect her to come clean.
And as much as he wanted to dig even more when she was vulnerable, he wouldn't, because it took a lot courage to tell him what she did.
He would give her a break—just like the many she gave him.
"Finally you admit your relation to Yang," he said with faux amusement.
She rose an eyebrow.
"You look too like her to be a coincidence," he explained. "I could kinda tell what her dad looked like by comparing her to Ruby, but you guys are almost exactly the same—if you ignore the dress sense and attitude."
Raven looked at him.
"You have potential too," she said quietly. "We all agreed that you had the potential to be one of us, that was another reason."
"One of us?"
"In due time."
Jaune only looked back up to the sky, relishing in the sun light.
"So, are you in any way angry that the guy you had Yang with had Ruby only a year later?"
He owed Raven a lot, the least he could do was change the topic of discussion to something a bit more comfortable
'Comfortable,' he thought, amused, as he could feel Raven's sudden annoyance—it was a little victory for him to make her lose her composure.
"Just a little," she said tightly. "I mean, when I vanished I thought it would take him a little longer than a year to get over me. And maybe if he didn't get over me with my best fucking friend I wouldn't be a little angry."
"A little angry is pushing it, right?" he asked, humoring her.
"Yes," she said, sounding as dignified as ever now. "'Little' is a bit too much, I was barely perturbed in the slightest."
There as a silence. Jaune found it as comfortable, but he knew Raven was deep in thought.
"Does she know you're alive?" he asked, referring to Yang.
"She likes to think that I am, but she has no proof."
"And Ruby with her mother?" He knew Ruby's mom was apparently dead, they had gotten close enough over the few months he was at Beacon to find out.
"She's gone."
"Define 'gone?'"
Raven didn't answer, and Jaune didn't blame her in the slightest.
He knew what if felt like to lose the people close to him. To be exiled by society...
But he was outed because of his choices, he had no idea what made Raven abandon her family.
"Jaune," Raven said as a portal opened behind her, their time together was done.
"Yes, Raven?"
Another portal opened next to him, no doubt it would take him back to Vale so he can continue with Torchwick.
"You'll get all the answers you need soon, just... be careful. We're not the only ones who saw potential in you."
She walked into the portal and left, going who knows where.
Jaune stood up and dusted himself off.
What was he involved with? How did he get into such a situation?
He could have been sitting in combat class right now, watching the likes of Pyrrha or Weiss beat the crap out of people while he cheered them on.
"Damn," he muttered as he stepped into the portal.
"Hey Jaune! Where were you, kid?"
Jaune shrugged at Roman's question.
"I was training myself in the forest, sorry."
"Eh," Roman said. "It's fine. Maybe it's my fault for forgetting that you didn't have a Scroll. Next time, though, let me know—we don't have much time until the heist and I need to make sure everything is in check."
"Plus I'm closer to the White Fang than you are."
"Exactly! Apparently your selfless acts sit a lot better than my charming personality!"
"Can't win them all, Roman."
"That would make things so much simpler, wouldn't it?"
Jaune could only nod.
"Neo, can we please go? I'm gonna be arrested if the cops recognize me."
Neo shook her head as she continued to eat the chocolate covered pancakes in front of her. She was literally a little girl in both size and taste preferences... except the fact that a regular little girl probably couldn't crush the entire police force on her own.
Jaune sighed as he hid his face in his hood.
It was a clause in his ruling. Jaune Arc could not be within 50 miles of Beacon, which was basically all of Vale, due to his crimes, it was harsh, but Jaune did nothing to reduce the punishment—he deserved it.
That was the biggest issue with being with Roman, he was just as notorious as the orange haired criminal in the eyes of the law when they were in Vale—which was Roman's home territory. Actually, he may be a bit more wanted, Roman was a criminal, but he wasn't outright banned from the country.
They had a tracker in his Scroll so that it would notify them if he was within the radius of Beacon, but Raven was adamant that they were using it to track where he went and destroyed it.
Roman gave him a pat on the back for his (Raven's) insight.
"Neo! Ice cream on a pancake!? You're gonna get diabetes!"
She looked at him blandly.
(Un)Luckily, Jaune had been around the unique colored girl enough to somewhat be able to translate her, nowhere near the level of Torchwick, but somewhat well.
And she conveying that she would have gotten diabetes a LONG time ago if an ice cream pancake could do it.
Jaune had no idea how old Neo was, her size made her look like a teenager, but she was probably in her mid to late twenties if she's been with Roman for a while...
Maybe even thirties—Jaune shivered at the thought and decided to file the idea away forever.
"Fine... I'm sure you'll be fine... but you know that I don't have money, right?"
She froze, staring at him.
"Neo? You do know that I literally lived in the woods until Roman found me... and that he hasn't payed me at all since he's taken me in?"
She stared at her food, then him, then back to her food.
"Please tell me you knew that. I really don't have money, I don't even carry a wallet with me anymore."
Her hands started to tremble.
"Neo, PLEASE tell me you have money..."
She looked at him and offered a shy smile.
Jaune knew exactly what it meant.
"Well then." He stood up, walked around the table, sat down next to Neo, and wrapped his arms around her.
She tried to wriggle her way out, but Jaune stayed firm.
"There is no way you are leaving me with the bill," he whispered harshly in her ear. "They're gonna call the cops and they'll arrest me at first sight."
The duo knew that Neo could beat the living crap out of him at any moment, but she was in no mood to fight and elected to sit still and wait for the perfect moment to escape.
"Come on!" A energetic female voice yelled. "It's jumbo pancake day!"
Neo could feel Jaune stiffen besides her.
"N-Neo," he said lowly. "They are coming. We... we can use them as a distraction to escape, okay?"
She nodded.
"Nora wait!" Jaune flinched as he heard Pyrrha yell. He knew Ren was never too far from Nora, so the entire team JNPR were about to be in the same place for the first time in months.
He felt his heart stop as they all walked in.
They looked like angels to him—damn it was so long since he last saw them.
They walked in and started to head to the counter, Jaune grabbed Neo's pancake and got ready.
"Free pancake! You have to fight for it!" he yelled as he threw the pancake high into the air.
"MINE!"
"Nora NO!"
The criminal duo ran as the store was engulfed in an explosion.
"So you ran into your old team, what's the big deal?"
Jaune glared at Roman.
"What's wrong? They were my team! I miss them..."
Roman shook his head. "Kid, look... you got close to them—I get it. It's tough to let them go, but you need to."
"What do you know?" Jaune asked miserably.
Roman only gave him a weak smile.
"Kid, I wasn't born a notorious criminal. I chose this path after a experience not too different from yours. I had a family once too, if you could believe it, but I moved on and couldn't be happier."
Jaune sighed and nodded.
"That helps, I'm not sure why it does, but it does."
"What can I say? I have a way with words."
"Then you talk to the White Fang."
Roman shook his head.
"They value strength, kid. I haven't proved myself yet, but you have."
And that was the issue.
"...and you will not be in attendance during the heist, right?"
"Yes," Adam said from Roman's Scroll. "We received an anonymous tip that Atlas is planning on hitting one of our safe houses, we have a lot of liberated Faunus that we have to evacuate."
"It's fine," Jaune assured. "I just wasn't sure you were comfortable leaving some of your men with us, I assume Lieutenant us coming with you?"
"Which one?"
"Chainsaw."
"Yes, he's coming with me. And make sure Roman knows that I'll be visiting him personally if he damages or misuses my men."
"According to Roman, the only issues we should encounter are the few dock guards and maybe the cops if things go bad... but to be honest, I'm scare of what we shouldn't run into."
"Hn. You got a lot more humility than Torchwick, that's for sure."
"If you have low standards then it can only get better."
There as a silence.
"...I'll be in touch."
The call ended.
Jaune let out a breath.
"Damn, even over the phone that guy scares me."
It was time.
The sponsorship for the Vytal Festival all happened today. After the sponsors were announced and some bets were placed the Vytal Festival would only be a handful of days away—with the fights a few weeks after.
It was a massive, month long festival. It was the crowned jewel of the Remnant, filled with everything the world wanted to see.
There were giant music shows, entertaining stunts, technology being released, and most important of them all—the fights between academies.
Because even in a celebration of the peace between countries, they still had to prove who was better—and since they couldn't do it through war, they chose the next best thing.
Jaune felt a pit in his chest at the thought of security.
The word on the street was that the high up officials were appointing Atlas to cover security, which wasn't a good thing. Atlas always had an abundance of soldiers at the festival, but according to Roman the council was scared of the White Fang enough to bring out the big guns.
None of it was public knowledge. Jaune never felt so... informed before compared to when Roman mentioned the information to him.
He had information that only the Council of Vale, and their most trusted advisers, knew.
How informed was Roman Torchwick? The guy who Ruby foiled? The guy who decides to get ice cream a few minutes after he downs a police aircraft?
If contacts and information were a good measure of a dangerous person—then Jaune never realized how dangerous Roman really was.
"Hey, excuse me!"
The security guard looked at him and offered a friendly smile.
"Yeah? You need directions?"
Jaune nodded.
"Uhh... yeah. I need directions."
"To where?"
"The nearest dust shipment."
"Hu-"
Neo hit the guard in the back of the head with her umbrella, sending him sprawling to the floor.
Jaune reached into his backpack and pulled out thick tape and handcuffs.
"Neo, helped me drag him to somewhere secluded."
She looked at him and tilted her head diagonally.
"Neo, please?"
She turned around and walked away, most likely to find more guards to knock out.
Jaune sighed and tossed the cuffs to one of the many White Fang behind him.
"You know what to do, make sure all the guards are bound, alright?"
The Faunus nodded and Jaune rushed into the port, ready to attack the rest of the security.
Neo did most of the work, Jaune was more of a distraction than anything.
"Roman, we're good," he spoke into his radio (the Pumpkin Pete Toy Radio, apparently it had encrypted signals).
There was no response, but Jaune could hear the Bullheads starting to approach.
He was wandering around the far outskirts of the port, just in case a random person just happened to be around. Being thorough in an operation like this was the difference between a happy Adam Taurus or an angry Adam Taurus.
And the last thing Jaune wanted was a visit from the angry Adam Taurus.
Jaune could vaguely hear Roman shout directions to the Faunus, tuning out them out to search a rather secluded alleyway.
"-Oh, what the-"
"Nobody move!"
Jaune froze as his radio went off.
"Woah!" Roman's voice came from it. "Take it easy there, little lady."
"Brothers of the White Fang!" a female voice that Jaune had heard before said.
It wasn't a voice he heard often, but he knew exactly who it was.
"Fuck. What is Blake doing here!?"
He didn't want to hurt her, they didn't talk much, but he considered her a friend. And no doubt she would recognize his face when she saw him...
'Jaune,' the soothing voice of Salem spoke in his head, 'Look, in the shadows.'
He looked into the darkest spot he could find in the alley, his eyes narrowed as he made out the outline of something in the darkness.
He picked it up.
It was a cloak.
"What is this?"
'This will keep you discreet.'
Jaune put in on.
"So does it make it so I disappear when I stand in shadows or something?" he asked excitedly.
Or maybe it was impenetrable? O maybe even invisibl-
'No, it is a black cloak... that's it.'
Well he had to ask.
"What about my weapons though? The giant Arc symbol on my shield doesn't help..."
'I'm not sure, but you should hurry before your boss dies.'
He sighed—just like Raven.
Jaune tried rubbing dirt on the shield with little success, and the only liquid around was water...
He winced as an idea came to him.
Taking his blade, Jaune brought it to his arm and cut. He moaned slightly in pain as blood started to flow freely from his body.
He rubbed his own blood onto his shield, smearing it all over his family symbol.
"He's mine!" Blake yelled as she rushed Torchwick.
Her blade was blocked though.
"I don't think so," Jaune said lowly, trying to keep his voice from being recognized.
"Kid!" Roman said happily. "What took you so long?"
"This was suppose to be quiet," Jaune growled. "But you HAD to be flashy and put explosive rounds in your cane."
Roman smirked as he lifted it up.
"You know me... want to take the monkey boy?"
"Do I have a choice?"
Jaune ducked underneath the swing of Monkey's nunchucks.
"Your name?" he asked, "Calling you 'Monkey' is just a bit too racist for me."
"Sun."
Jaune nodded slightly as he rushed forwards.
He raised his shield and charged. Sun flipped over him and attempted to hit him in the back, but a shot from Torchwick sent him flying.
Jaune swiveled around quickly and raised his sword towards the flying Faunus...
Before opting to bash him with his shield instead.
He couldn't kill Blake or her friend—they were the good guys.
Jaune opted to sheath Crocea Mors instead—a good bruising never hurt anyone.
He rushed Blake, who had her back turned fighting Roman.
He swung his sword, but as he hit she melted into nothingness.
Jaune felt his instincts flare and he ducked underneath her weapon and span around. He grabbed her foot right before it hit him and slammed her into the ground. She let out a grunt in pain as he raised his sword in the air and-
He was hit by Sun before he could finish her off.
Jaune thanked Raven for his training as he flipped twice in the air and landed on his feet.
The Arc rushed forwards again, giving the Faunus duo no break as he attempted to bash Sun's head in.
Blake, still on the ground, swept his feet out from under him.
He just managed to extend his shield right before Sun slammed his nunchucks into him. He felt the nunchucks explode with some sort of explosive ammo that sent him flying into the ground.
And then Roman fired his cane into them again.
Jaune savored the few seconds of air time he had before he landed on his back painfully.
He looked over to his side and noticed Blake, dazed, laying there.
He rushed over and slammed his shield into her temple, sending her to unconsciousness.
Jaune wanted to yell in triumph as her somehow managed to beat Blake—even in his dreams he lost against her.
His victory was short lived as he hurt the sound of weapons colliding.
Roman had just managed to stop Sun from bashing his head in by shoving his cane between the Faunus' nunchucks and getting them tangled around it. Making his cane point straight at the blonde boy's head.
Jaune could practically read Roman's mind.
"Roman wait!" he yelled.
And with that he ran towards the Faunus and slammed his shield into his head. Sun wasn't completely knocked out, so Jaune had to do it a second time to fully finish the job.
Better a headache than no head at all.
"Good job kid!" Roman said as Jaune panted.
"Hey!" A voice yelled.
Jaune wanted to groan.
"Red!" Roman yelled to Ruby, sounding ecstatic. "It's a bit late, isn't it? Have you been drinking coffee, because you should be-"
He fired his own cane before he finished.
"It was a bit or a stretch," Roman admitted as hit hit Ruby. "I should have just gone with the bedtime line..."
The orange hair girl Ruby was with suddenly attacked. Swords started to float around her back as she started to skewer some of the White Fang agents.
Jaune couldn't allow anymore of Adam's men to get hurt. He rushed forwards and raised his shield—feeling the swords pound against it heavily.
He rose his sword and swiped vertically, cutting the strings holding the swords and making his foe frown.
Suddenly the Bullheads came in, firing their machines guns at the girl.
Jaune stopped his charge and pulled out his radio.
"Abort!" he yelled into it. "Do not fire! Take the Dust and go!"
Were they crazy? They would just kill a girl?
He noticed the girl channeling some sort of green energy in front of her and aiming at the Bullheads.
That looked bad—the giant green light screamed 'dangerous'.
He rushed her as fast as he could in an attempt to stop her.
She noticed him and elected to aim the energy at him instead.
Jaune got down into his defensive position—kneeling with one knee with his shield in front of him.
She fired. A gigantic green laser was sent shooting towards him at speeds faster than he could track.
Jaune held firm for a few second, but in the end he was sent flying across the port.
His body slammed into a shipping container—he could briefly register pain before he blacked out.
He suddenly gasped.
There was a burning sensation all around him.
Jaune woke up and found red Dust all around him.
He shot up and stumbled away from the container he broke just in case it ignited.
"-kid! Kid!" the sound of Roman said from the radio as his hearing returned.
He fumbled around and grabbed his own radio, somehow it was still intact, and spoke.
"Roman... what happened?"
"We had to use you as a distraction, we got most of the Dust and got out of there."
Before Jaune could reply he jumped out of the way and barely missed being fatally impaled by a scythe.
His Aura was in the red, but there was no way he was dying without a fight.
He leveled a glare with his opponent.
...If Ruby was capable of killing, that is.
"Who are you?" she asked forcefully.
Jaune's only response was to cough out some blood.
He noticed the newly awakened Blake and Sun approach them.
Damn.
"I," he started, "I am no-"
He noticed a reflection in Ruby's big silver eyes.
Jaune span around, dodging the flying body of an unknown assailant, and dug his elbow into his attacker.
A yellow figure landed in front of him with a yelp.
"Yang!" Ruby yelled in fear as she helped her sister up.
Shit. Reinforcements were here... and they weren't for him.
Jaune looked around desperately for a way out.
"You should stop," the cold voice of Weiss spoke from behind him. He could feel the cold poke of Myrtenaster against his spine—the blade threatening to paralyze him at any moment.
Jaune tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, but coughed as more blood flew from his mouth.
He could faintly feel it dripping from his nose also—the internal bleeding was bad.
"Who are you?" Ruby asked again.
He paused for a moment.
"A ghost."
All of them glared at him, and a giant sniper rifle was leveled at him.
Damn, Ruby's scythe was threatening.
"Try again," Yang said somewhat cockily.
"A dead man, if you're willing to pull the trigger." Jaune was trying to play a psychological game, hopefully he could make them slip up.
He noticed Ruby's eyes widen at the fact that she was threatening to end his life
"Don't listen to him," Yang said to her sister. "He knows he lost."
Jaune let out an amused snort.
"Hm. A certain person told me that you can only count an opponent out when they're dead."
"And who was that?" Blake asked, prying for information.
Jaune smirked.
"Raven Brawnen," he said clearly, noticing Yang's expression. "She looks a lot like you, Yang. If it wasn't for the hair I would have mistaken her for y-"
Yang roared as she rushed towards him.
Oh shit! RememberRaven'strainingRememberRaven'strainingRememberRaven'straining-
Jaune grabbed Yang's wrist centimeters before it hit his face, spinning her around and knocking her into Weiss' weapon—the Schnee lost her grip on her weapon and it flew in the air.
Jaune grabbed it by the blade midair and pulled it towards him, flipping Yang's body and grabbing her.
Literally a second later he was holding Yang with both arms behind her back and Myrtenaster against her neck.
He hissed in pain as his hand bled freely—the only way to grab Weiss' weapon was to cut himself.
"Now then," he started as everyone leveled their weapons towards him, "Who lost?"
"Kid, you just did something magical, didn't you?"
"You're still there?"
"Well I want to know what happens."
"Well I'm still alive, obviously."
"Good. Oh, and we retrieved your weapons while they were too distracted interrogating you."
Neo just became a legend in his books.
"Escape strategy?"
"Working on it."
"You're not getting out of here," Yang said angrily in his grip. "The police are coming."
'Jaune,' Salem spoke in his mind. 'Just hold them off for a bit longer and I can get you out of there.'
Jaune felt a bit bad as he planned his next actions... he only had one idea on how to stall.
"Raven told me to never give up," he whispered in Yang's ear.
"You're lying!" she yelled.
"Lying about what?" he taunted. "Raven, with black hair and scary red eyes. Eyes that are a lot like yours when you use that Semblance of yours..."
He noticed Ruby gritting her teeth.
"Who do you think you are?" Weiss spoke angrily from Ruby's side.
"The man with your weapon and your teammate." Jaune paused for a moment. "Or woman... that would throw the police off, wouldn't it?"
"Why are you working for Torchwick," Ruby, always trying to find the good in people, asked. "He's nothing more than a selfish criminal, he didn't even come back for you."
"Hey!"
"It's suicide to come get me," Jaune explained. "Plus I don't need his help to escape."
"And why is that?" Blake asked.
Jaune paused—a few seconds was the difference between life and death.
"Well first I'm gonna avoid the sword that the orange girl behind me is going to throw my way." He smirked at their looks. "And then I'm gonna vanish into nothingness like a fucking ninja."
At least, he hoped that would happen.
There was silence.
Jaune suddenly jerked Yang's gauntlets, making them fire into the container of red Dust he landed in.
There was a massive explosion and he jumped to the side, narrowly missing being skewered by the orange haired girl behind him.
His hood flew off, but the flames silhouetted him from view.
"You guys need to be careful," he spoke sincerely as his cloak started to send shadows around him. "You guys are going up against powerful people that can, and will, destroy you when they get the chance."
And with that he vanished into the shadows.
"You said it was just a regular cloak!"
'I didn't want to get your hopes up.'
Jaune started to laugh more as he leaned against a tree—he had no idea where he was, and he could hardly care.
Like a fucking ninja!
He went up against RWBY (plus others) and won!
Well the orange girl blew the crap out of him, but ignoring that he did pretty well.
"I need to hug Raven the next time I see her! Her training saved my ass!"
"Did it?" a voice asked suddenly.
Jaune yelled in shock as Raven appeared right next him.
"Ahfuc-Rave-" Jaune started to cough, pounding his chest in as blood flew out of his mouth.
Her terrifying Grimm mask stared at him blankly—not even caring about the condition he was in.
"So, the risk was 'not high at all', right?"
Jaune groaned as his body ached—the Adrenalin was fading fast.
"It was going fantastic for at least ten minutes..."
"I was keeping an ear out on police channels, and I was hoping to hear about the heist after it was finished. Not that my daughter's team was there and currently in a stand off with a mysterious assailant—which I knew was you."
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Because who else is stupid enough to try and hold a group of Hunter's off while the others escape?"
Jaune laughed sheepishly.
"I mean- Really it was... yeah, I'm stupid."
"At least you're alive."
"Just barely," Jaune admitted. "In the beginning I was fighting two Faunus, it would have been over for me quickly if it wasn't for Roman. And then there was some girl with a giant laser beam..." Jaune rubbed his chest. "Damn, it hurts."
Raven nodded as she inspected him.
"How did you escape?"
Jaune thought for a moment.
"What time is it?"
"You were last seen an hour ago."
What?
'You passed out after I transported you.'
Oh.
"Well," Jaune started. "I blew up a giant container of Dust as distraction and ran as fast as my legs could let me. I didn't stop until a few minutes ago."
His entire cover was based on the fact that Raven had just teleported to him. If she arrived five minutes prior and had been watching him then he was done.
But luckily she nodded.
"Good, you did good."
"Thanks."
There was a silence. Jaune merely rested his head back against a tree as his Aura recharged—he didn't even have enough to heal his wounds.
"Jaune," Raven said after a minute.
"Yeah?"
"How's Yang?"
Jaune swallowed a lump in his throat.
"I had to hold her hostage," he admitted, knowing she winced under her mask. "I didn't hurt her, but I mentioned you to piss her off."
Luckily for him, Raven didn't get angry and kill him. Instead she nodded slowly, as if she was deep in thought.
"Does she know I teach you?" she asked.
She probably didn't want her daughter to think she was a criminal.
"She knows we met before and you gave me advice. You could pass it off as really anything—met at a bar or traveled to the same town together. I made sure to leave it open to interpretation."
Raven nodded again.
"Does she know it was you?"
"Nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "This new cloak is rather snug... a mask would be better though."
His less than subtle hint was noted.
"These mask are for members," she explained, referring to her own. "If you keep growing at your current rate you'll get one soon."
Jaune let out a grunt as an acknowledgment.
"Do you need help getting back?" she asked.
Jaune nodded.
"Yeah, and can you deliver Weiss' weapon back to her? Rapiers are not my style."
