Chapter Five

Yin walked the halls, looking for the room that held his next class. There were still a couple of minutes left before the next class started, so he wasn't panicking yet. When he finally found the room he sighed in relief and opened the door. The room was big, but the seating area was small because of what was filling the room. Plants filled the entire outer edge , most of which Yin had no idea what they were. There were some that seemed to be in everyone's backyards, some that seemed to be from a desert climate, and some that seemed to barely survive in freezing conditions. He was probably the last student to find the right place, but there were still plenty of open seats for him to choose from. Making a quick count of bodies, Yin saw that, including himself, there were thirteen students. So far today, that was the lowest number in a classroom by far. Some looked at him as he passed, others were busying themselves by looking at paperwork acquired from other classes. Yin chose a seat in the middle row, one seat in between him and the other person in the row. He gave a friendly nod and they gave one back. He was male, and was absolutely ginormous, for a second Yin thought that maybe his father had been a tank. Before he could make any conversation, a set of stairs descended from the top of the room and a man started to walk down them, holding a pot with a very interesting looking plant in it. It had many branches, but they seemed to be too thin and wiry to be of any actual use. The man walking down the stairs was surely the Professor. He wore a green outfit that had green tendrils draping down from his shoulders. Sitting on top of his short brown hair was a green hat with more tendrils running down the back and sides. Overall, he seemed to be a very interesting man. When he reached the bottom of the staircase he put the pot on his desk and looked at the students that were looking at him. He nodded in what Yin hoped was approval and tapped a button on the side of the stairs, making them go back up into the ceiling. "Well, not the smallest class I've ever taught, but definitely not the biggest. If you've already forgotten who I am I've got a remedy for that. If you don't want to wait for five hours while I make it, then I'll just tell you who I am." He waited to see if anyone got the joke. When he saw one student laugh and two others roll their eyes he continued, "I am Professor Mendel, and I am your educator in the art of knowing plants, which ones will save your life, and which ones will end up…well, ending you." Before anyone could say anything he looked down at the plant he had placed on his desk. "Can anyone tell me what this plant is?" He waited for an answer, but no one said anything. The Professor sighed and smiled. "I guess that the first thing I should've asked is why you're here." He walked around to the front of his desk and sat down on it, pointing to a student in the first row. "Why did you take this course?" He asked her.

Everyone turned to her as she answered with a shrug. "I needed to take one more class, this one seemed like it would be easy enough."

Professor Mendel sighed and looked to the floor. "How many of you also chose this class for that reason." He looked up and scanned the seats. After a moment's hesitation, two other students raised their hands, one of them being the tank sitting next to Yin. A smile flashed across the Professor's face. "Well, it isn't as many as I thought it would be, so I guess that's good." He walked behind his desk and leaned on it with both hands, scanning the seats again. "How many of you have some knowledge of plants?" He asked them, and again two hands were raised. He placed a hand on the pot of the plant he had brought with him and looked to one of them, a small man at the other end of the room. "Can you tell me what plant this is, come on down if you need a closer look at it."

The student stood up and made his way to the desk. After looking at it for a good amount of time, turning the pot to look at it from different angles, he looked at the Professor with a confident smile. "This is a Bramble Root."

The Professor said. "And what uses does the Bramble Root have?"

"When ground to a pulp it can be made into a beverage that can help to replenish one's aura at a significant pace, even during a battle."

"Would you care to show the rest of the class how to properly harvest it?" The Professor asked the student, pulling a pair of scissors out from his desk and placing it next to one of his hands.

With the confident smile still on his face, the student picked up the scissors and carefully snipped one of the plant's branches off. When he picked up the branch and placed it on the desk, the branches still on the plant started to whip at the air around and one shot out and hit the student on the head. Professor Mendel calmly reached over to the plant and it stopped moving. He brought it in front of the student with a sad smile on his face. "This is not the Bramble Root. The plant that you thought was the Root was instead the Underground Locust, similar in every way to the Root except that instead of helping replenish your aura, it will paralyze you for a minimum of ten hours, max of three days. That's if you ingest the branch, if you think that it's the Bramble Root and ingest the beverage, you will most likely lose your life."

The student's eyes grew wide and he stepped back from the desk a step. "How can you tell the difference between the two?"

"While the Bramble Root's branches don't have any more heat than room temperature to them, or whatever it is in the current location you find them, the Locust's branches have a distinct heat to them. You may sit down." The student went back to his seat and Professor Mendel pushed the plant to a corner of his desk. "Plants are very important for Huntsmen that are going out into the field for longer than their supplies can support them for. While it doesn't happen often, there are cases where it happens. Storms, local wildlife, thieves that come in the night, they can easily destroy what you have and leave you at the mercy of what's in your surroundings. If you don't know what plants are what, then you will not last very long. Not only can they save you from starving, but they can help you in battle, both in aiding you physically and harming your opponents." He shifted his gaze to the girl at the front. "I know some Hunters that have died from not knowing what's what out in the field. If you think that this is a class that doesn't matter, that it's just something that you'll be able slide through easily, you've got another thing coming." She was able to meet his eyes for a couple of seconds, but huffed and turned her head away. He straightened himself and then clapped his hands together. "As you've probably noticed, there are plants around the perimeter of the classroom. Today, you will be choosing a plant to do a report on. Everyone chooses a different plant, when you've chosen your plant come down to my desk and I'll give you the class rubric. After that you can do whatever you want, start working on your report, socialize, walk out of the class, not my decision nor my problem." He waved a hand and then sat down, pulling a folder out of his desk and flipping through it.

Yin stood up and took a look at the different plants. After having two stolen from him, he found a plant that had large leaves. He went down to the Professor and received the papers. He walked out of the class and started towards the library, wanting to pick up at least one book before the next class started. Before he got very far down the hall he heard someone yell his name, which was shortly accompanied by the sound of fast footsteps. Yin, curious as to who it could be wanting him, or if there was someone else with his name, he turned around. The voice was vaguely familiar, and so was the figure he saw jogging towards him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a name to go with either. The figure was the tank-guy that had been sitting next to him, and he was even bigger now that he was standing up. When he stopped Yin asked, "Do I know you?"

He stood there and frowned. "I thought that you might recognize me, but I guess it's harder to do that when I'm out of my armor." The guy put his hand on his chest and said, "My name is Luther, I am part of the team you fought with yesterday in the Emerald Forest."

Yin snapped and let out a laugh, now remembering. "Right, how could I forget you?"

Luther shrugged. "Many have done it before, and it will most likely happen to others in the future, do not worry yourself about that." He held out his hand and Yin shook it. It was bigger than his hand, and Yin thought that it could easily break his own hand if he angered Luther at that moment. "It's a pleasure to count you among my acquaintances."

"Acquaintances?" Yin repeated. "Man, I thought we were friends." He said jokingly.

"If friend is a title that you would wish we share then I would be happy to make that happen…friend." Luther replied.

Yin raised an eyebrow. 'I guess he takes things literally.' He thought. He had been put off a bit by the way that Luther had talked, after all there weren't many people he had met that talked that way. Yin told himself that it was just a regional thing and then released Luther's hand, though mostly it was the other way around. "So, you going to the library too?" He asked the giant.

Luther shook his head. "No, I only wanted to reintroduce myself to you as soon as I could. I wish you luck in your search of helpful studying materials." He then turned around and walked away without waiting for a reply from Yin. Yin watched him for a while before shrugging and then continuing towards the library, making sure that he would tell the rest of his team about the encounter.


The sky over Beacon was clear, except for a couple of clouds that lazily drifted in the distance. There was no chance of rain today, and the afternoon sun beamed down on the water, making the rippling waves glitter as they made their way. If anyone was looking, they would see a boat cutting its way through the waves and towards another boat that was anchored. It was more than twice as large as the approaching boat, and the windows were tinted so that no prying eyes could see what was happening inside. If people were to see it, they would assume that it was some rich guy having some fun with his friends, nothing more. If they were on the approaching boat, or the one that swayed on top of the waves, you would know differently. On the moving boat, a man in a suit stood up to inspect the other one as they drew near. The sun reflected off his red glasses and the wind cut through his short black hair. Another man stood up and stopped behind him. "What's up boss?" He asked the man in front of him.

Hei Xiong, though everyone called him Junior, stared at the boat a while longer before turning to his employee. "Nothing yet. Tell everyone to get ready." The man bowed and walked off to the back of the boat. Two days ago Junior was contacted by someone that he had never heard of before, and after questioning some of his employees and other contacts, he still didn't learn anything about the mystery caller. The caller had set a date for a meeting and then hung up before Junior could ask anything. He was told that there wasn't going to be any danger, but if he wanted to feel safer he could bring some men. Wanting to prevent anything horrible from happening to him, he brought six of his best with him, though they weren't the best, those were out of action at the moment thanks to Roman and his antics. He told him that next time the fee would be doubled, and tripled the next. When the boats were one hundred meters apart, Junior saw two men standing on the back of the other boat. They were dressed in white suits with dark blue undershirts and ties. He smiled at the contrast he and his men had with them. His men came up to him when they were fifty meters out. When they were twenty, Junior raised his left arm and opened his hand, keeping his pinky down. The two men responded with the same wave and one walked to one side, entering a door that Junior hadn't seen before. He turned to his men and talked in a low tone to them. "I don't expect any trouble off the bat, but as soon as I give the order you should be ready to raise hell. Got it?" His men nodded and he smiled at them.

When he stepped onto the other boat the man that remained on the back smiled and bowed. "You must be Hei. My employer is so glad to see that you've come."

"Enough pleasantries, show us in." He demanded.

"Of course, this way." The man replied. He went over to the door and opened it, holding it for Junior and his men. The room they had entered was decorated with all sorts of artwork, mostly of different coasts and lighthouses from all over Remnant. The door closed and the man walked to the door, talking as he did. "As you can see, my employer likes his art. He painted each work that you see, he likes to travel."

"Is he traveling for fun, or is it for work?" Junior asked the man.

The man flashed a smile at him. "My employer and you are in the same line of work, I think that you can answer the question without too much effort." Without a pause the man opened another door and revealed a staircase. "My employer is going to be in the room you'll be facing when you reach the top. Thank you for coming out to visit him. Even if he doesn't show it, he's glad that you did."

"I'm sure he is." He muttered, then walked through the door and up the stairs with his men in tow. The inside of the boat was just as white as the outside. At the top of the stairs Junior saw the door the man had mentioned, it was made of wood and had a life preserver on the upper half of it, probably purely aesthetic. The hall extended on both sides, but there were more men in suits, so he thought it would be best to go the way he was meant to. He reached for the door and was surprised when it opened before his hand could touch it.

Standing in front of him was a man that was dressed in the same suit as the others throughout the boat. From in the room, Junior heard someone talk to the man at the door. "Let them in Aaron, then please exit the room."

Aaron stepped out of Junior's way and opened the door wider. After the last of Junior's men had walked in he stepped out and closed the door. The room that they were now in made it feel like they were on an old pirate ship, the walls were wooden and there were intricate and random objects spread throughout the room, one that made Junior particularly interested was a giant fish that was hanging from the ceiling above a window. Also in front of the window was a man, and he assumed that this was the mystery caller.

Junior stood there and waited for him to turn around, but he never did. Instead he looked out the window and towards the cliffs of Beacon, where the school seemed to rise out of the ground almost as if it were a tree. He continued to look out the window for another minute before sighing and pushing a button to his left. The lights in the room had been turned off, the only source of light was coming from the window, so Junior hadn't been able to really see what the caller looked like. After the button was pressed the window darkened and lights flashed on inside the room. The caller was dressed in khakis and a yellow shirt that had all kinds of tropical plants on it. He turned to Junior and flashed him a smile. "Junior, you came!"

"So I have." Junior frowned at the caller and took a slight step back, a little unnerved by how strange he seemed. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage."

"Ah, right." The caller said, the smile still on his face. He walked up to Junior and put his hand out. "I have many names in many places, but you can just call me Eugene, no need for formalities." Eugene glanced quickly to his men and then returned his gaze to Junior. "Though I can see you thought it would be."

Junior took his hand and gave it a firm shake. "It's best to look good when making a first impression, sets a good tone for future encounters." He responded.

It didn't seem possible, but Eugene smiled wider, raising his free hand and pointing at Junior. "You're a smart man Junior, no wonder you're so powerful." He released his grip and then stepped back. "So, you're probably wondering why I've called you here."

"It's one of the things that are on my mind."

"Oh? What's another thing?" After a moment of silence Eugene chuckled and said. "Don't be shy now, I won't hold anything against you."

Junior continued to stare at Eugene for a few moments, then took in a deep breath and spoke. "I'm wondering why you haven't dressed similar to what I have. Surely you would've wanted to make a good impression on me, but you're in lounging clothes." Eugene nodded at his statement, smirking. Junior continued. "You might think that the boat is extravagant enough to impress me, or that you're men look good enough, so you shouldn't have to do the same." Eugene nodded again and made a gesture for Junior to keep going. "You might've hoped that the room would have the same effect on me, that you could dazzle me with your curio and that I'd be instantly willing to hear you out. Maybe it's all of those at once, but maybe it's something else."

That was when Eugene decided to take over. He clapped his hands together and smiled. "Yes, it very well could be any of those, and it could also be all of them. But that wouldn't work for you, that wouldn't satisfy you. I knew it wouldn't, you're not like any of the others that I make these propositions to. Most others are impressed by the ship alone and by the time they get to me they're practically begging for me to let them kiss my hand and grant me fealty. Those simpletons don't do it for me. They shouldn't be allowed to hold the power they do. With them, I would immediately begin to send their best men on suicidal missions and weaken they're grasp on their own institutions. When they're killed by their own right-hand man I take over, and make their little group much better than they ever could have been with their previous imbecile of a leader." Eugene looked to Junior and showed a gentle smile when he saw his expression. "Now, now Junior, don't look so frightened. You're nothing like the others. I've done my research on you, and I'm impressed by what you've done with your business. Rising from the dirt to become a feared member of the criminal underground, it's as if you knew that I was coming when you were born and if that could actually have been true I would be touched. You're a businessman like me, we are both efficient and ruthless in our fields. I know that none of this would impress you, only one thing can. In your mind there are few things that can convey someone's power in this world. I know what those are, and I can give them to you." He walked over to the door and opened it.

From the hallway, Eugene's men rolled in three gigantic crates and set them in front of Junior. When they were all in Eugene closed the door and stood beside Junior. "Open them." He whispered, a devilish smile was plastered on his face. Junior knew that Eugene knew what he was going to do, that what would happen was predetermined from the moment he called. Junior took in a deep breath to prevent his hand from shaking and opened the chest on the left. What he saw inside took his breath away. There was nothing but Lien inside. From one wall of the crate to the other, it was filled almost to the point of overflowing. Junior looked with astonishment to Eugene, who nodded with a smirk and pointed at it. "Stick your hand in it." He suggested. After a moment's hesitation he did, and was thrilled to find out that the Lien continued all the way to the bottom. He tried to speak, to ask where Eugene had gotten so much, but no matter how much he worked his jaw, nothing came out. The red shades that covered his eyes could not hide his expression at that moment. Eugene let out a short laugh and pointed to the crate on the right. One of Junior's men opened it and there was just as much Lien in that one too. Junior looked between the two chests his heart hammering in his chest. He looked to the one in the middle and threw it open, but this one was different. Instead of Lien completely filling the crate, it was canisters of Dust, all different kinds of it. Junior's expression went from overjoyed to unbelieving. He took one more look at each of the crates and then looked to Eugene.

"How much did you waste on this?" Junior asked. "How could you have had so much to acquire all this?" He gestured to the crates.

Eugene let out a 'Pf' and smiled. "How much did I waste? Junior, this is nothing compared to what I see on a normal basis. My job is to acquire as many resources as possible." He let the implications of that sink in for a moment, then continued. "I never showed any of the others what I've showed you, they only saw as much as they needed to do what they wanted. Not only am I showing you the package, but I'm letting you know that there's more where that came from."

"Enough!" Junior barked. Eugene kept a smile on his face and crossed his arms. Junior took a couple of deep breaths and then asked. "What do we have to do?"

Eugene laughed and clapped a couple of times. "Oh! I thought I would actually have to do more work to convince you, but I guess that this is your price….anyways, it's really simple. See, I work for an organization, and what we're doing is going to change Remnant for the better."

"Yeah, you and everyone else in the world. I'm already involved with a group like yours."

"Oh I know about Roman Torchwick and that brunette that's been bossing him around, Cinder." Eugene rebuked. Junior frowned at him and he nodded. "Yeah, it's not very hard to get people into things, especially when they're getting assistance from the White Fang, they're really desperate for followers nowadays. Their end goals are similar to ours, in a sense, so we need to get in contact with them."

"So why not just communicate with them directly?"

"Well, when someone comes along and tells you to stop your plans so that you can help them achieve a plan that they think is superior, what do you think you would do? Would you throw away the chance to have all the glory for yourself, and get the silver medal? Or would you tell them to piss off, and go for gold?" Junior nodded and looked back to the crates. "The messenger that we sent to them came back with a terrible injury. He died within the week."

"What do you think sending me to them is going to accomplish?" Junior questioned. "How do you know that they're not going to do the same thing to me or my men?"

Eugene walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "We're not going to them right away. I plan on showing them that, when I work with a partner that is familiar with the area, I can get results. And then you are going to show them that working with me is beneficial to both parties."

Junior looked to the hand on his shoulder and then back to the man it belonged to. "How are you going to do that?"

Eugene gestured to the crates. "You see all this?" He asked. "Remember how I said there's more where that came from…much, much more."

Junior looked at the crates and then to his men. They were all looking from him to the crates. He couldn't see behind their shades, but he could guess what they were thinking. Eugene probably could too, they were all thinking what they're boss was. Junior sighed and looked to Eugene. "What's the plan?" Eugene smiled and patted him on the back, and Junior smiled too.


Yin and Yang sat in the library, looking at the pile of books that now sat in front of them at their table. After the last class had ended, they had agreed to meet here, and told the others they were welcome to join. Fenrir had politely declined, saying that he would have to prepare for some of the classes, and Cynthia had said the same thing. The brothers had a laugh about what might really be going on, and then went about collecting books. It took them about an hour to gather what they thought they needed, and each trip back to the table made them more and more uncomfortable. Now that they had completed their collection, all the energy they had was thrown out the window. "Okay, maybe we don't need all of these." Yin started with a hopeful tone.

Yang turned to him and leaned on the table. "And how exactly are we to know which ones we do need, are we going to read them all?" Yin moved his head back and forth, making a small humming noise as he considered it. Yang saw where his train of thought was heading and he shook his head. "No, come on man."

Yin sighed and looked to his brother. "Yang, if you're going to be as serious about this whole business as you said you were going to be then we have to do this. Besides, we'll really only have to read half of this."

Yang moaned and put his head on the table. Yin was about to say something when he heard someone say. "Excuse me?" He turned to the source of the noise and saw a girl standing by their table. Her hair was red, and so was the cape that was on her back. Almost immediately he knew who it was, Ruby. She smiled at him and he smiled back. "Hi, I'm sorry, but I think I know you."

He smiled and shook his head. "You don't know me, but you may know my twin brother." Yin patted on Yang's back. "This wallowing sack of misery is the one that your sister beat earlier today."

Yang brushed Yin's arm off him and pushed him, not hard but playfully. Yang looked to Ruby and smiled. "Nice to see you again. You're not going to make fun of me, are you?"

She shook her head and said. "Nope." She paused for a second, cleared her throat and looked down to the floor for a second before raising her head back up. "I was wondering if you two would like to come with us to a thing tonight."

The twins looked to each other for a second, frowns on both their faces, and then looked to Ruby again. Yin started, "Who else would be in your party?"

And Yang finished, "And what exactly is this thing that you're speaking of?"

Ruby smiled and shook her head. "Sorry, I guess I left those parts out, huh?" She pointed over to a table on the other side of the room, where a familiar blonde was sitting. "Yang, my sister, will be the other one of my party. The thing that we're going to be going to is a weapons exposition. I'm a bit of a gun nut, so when I saw the ad I just had to go."

Yang leaned back in his chair and stroked his chin as if he had a great beard there, something he liked to do when "considering" something. Yin shook his head with a smile and said. "We would love to come, what time would we be leaving?"

"Near the statue, around six."

"That sounds excellent, we'll see you then." Yin said with a smile. Ruby returned it and waved as she left for her table.

Yang leaned close to him and said. "I'm surprised that she did that on her own, she seemed to be really shy when I first met her." The two of them watched Ruby on her way to the table and saw her as she put her head down on the table, letting her sister pat her gently on the back. Yin heard his brother chuckle and then say. "Like I said, really shy."

"Yeah." Yin replied, then put a book in front of his brother. "Come on then, let's get as much done as we can."


Ruby was glad that the conversation had ended where it had, she couldn't hold back her blush any longer. She kept herself calm on her way back to the table, but as soon as she sat down, and the thought of them possibly looking at her passed through her mind, she put her head down on the table, to prevent them from seeing her reddened face. Yang gently patted her back and leaned close. "You see, I told you, you could do it."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Just barely."

"Well, I think you're making great progress. Maybe someday you'll be as social as me." Yang suggested.

Ruby sighed and closed her eyes. If she was ever as outgoing as her sister, she would have to look in a mirror to make sure that she wasn't actually Yang, and that she was still Ruby. She was used to already having the friends that she had back in Signal, but since they hadn't come up with her she was forced to go out and make some herself. Being put in a team should have helped that along, but Blake never seemed to want to tear herself away from her books or her schoolwork, and Weiss was, well, Weiss. She had made a friend early with Jaune, so hopefully that would help create a bridge to his team, where more possible friends could be waiting. She lifted her head and looked to her sister with a smile. "Thanks for giving me nightmares tonight."

Ruby got the reaction she was looking for, a playful punch on the shoulder. "You'll be thanking me a year from now, when you're friends with everyone in Beacon. Think of all the parties you'll be able to throw." Yang gasped and grabbed Ruby's arm. "Think of all the things you'll be able to do without getting in trouble. With all those connections you'd be untouchable!"

Yang had let go of her arm, but was now holding her in a very tight hug, one that was making it hard for Ruby to breathe comfortably. After a minute of struggling she managed to pull herself out of the living trap that was her sister, both of them laughing. When they had settled down, Yang stood up and looked down to Ruby. "I'm going to head back to the room, spare you the trouble of having to listen to Ice Queen complaining. Need anything out of the ordinary?" Ruby thought for a second and then shook her head. Yang smiled and then tousled Ruby's hair. "I'll be back in a bit. No causing any trouble, alright?" And with that she was off. Ruby sat in her seat for a while, tapping her foot as she waited for the time to go by. When she couldn't stand sitting in one spot any longer, she stood up and started to walk down the aisles and look at the books stacked on the many shelves. There were a lot that caught her eye, but when she had read the description she lost interest in them. She ended up pulling out a book on the history of weapon designs, one that she had never seen before. Ruby turned to her left and was going to head back to her table, but instead of the aisle being clear there was someone in her way, with their hand reaching out to her.

Not expecting to see that sort of thing, and not hearing any footsteps prior to seeing the person, she let out a yelp of surprise and jumped back, holding her book out in front of her. The person that was reaching out to her gasped at Ruby's reaction and took a step back, withdrawing her hand. Ruby recognized her hair, long and crimson, and a couple seconds passed before she knew who it was. "You're on Jaune's team, aren't you?" She asked, lowering the book and taking a more neutral stance.

The girl smiled and nodded, taking a step forward and putting her hand out. "I would prefer to be called Pyrrha, if that's fine with you." She said with a laugh.

Ruby had blanked on her name, and was thankful that Pyrrha had said it. She took the extended hand and shook it. "I'm Ruby, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Pyrrha responded. "Are you enjoying your classes so far?"

"Yeah, they're interesting and I think I can pass them pretty easily." Ruby answered with a smile. She couldn't believe that Pyrrha had started talking to her, or that they were having a conversation that wasn't awkward on her end. At least she didn't think she sounded awkward. Wanting to keep the conversation going, she asked, "How're your classes?"

"They're challenging, but in a good way." She paused for a second before asking, "Do you know about the weapons exposition tonight?"

Ruby nodded and then frowned. "Why do you ask?"

Pyrrha pointed to the book she was holding and said, "I figured that with your choice of literature you liked weapons. That and I'm going to be there too."

"Oh!" Ruby exclaimed, it was sudden enough to make Pyrrha flinch. "I'm going to be heading out there with some other people, do you want to join us?"

Pyrrha smiled and nodded. "I think that would be lovely. Are we meeting up here?" She asked.

"No, we're meeting at the statue, around six. You should see if anyone else on your team wants to come."

Pyrrha shook her head with a small smile. "Jaune's too nervous about his classes to do anything and Nora and Ren are deciding what the best layout of the room will be." She started to walk away and said over her shoulder, "I'll see you in a bit."

Ruby nodded and waved her goodbye. When she rounded the corner and was out of her sight, she stopped waving and started to take out her scroll. "Right." She mumbled to herself as she messaged Yang about the new member of their crew.

When Yang came back to the library she handed Ruby her clothes and she changed out of her school uniform. She handed both the uniform and the book to Yang to bring back to their room and then headed over to the statue. When it was five thirty she saw Yin and Yang walking towards her. They gave her a wave and she returned it. The three of them talked as they waited for the others to arrive. The twins showed Ruby their weapons, and she showed them hers, they even showed off their telepathic connection to her, using it to confuse her before finally revealing what was going on. They laughed a lot, and Ruby was glad that Yang had suggested she talk to them. Yang and Pyrrha both arrived at the same time, around five fifty, and the five of them set off from Beacon, all of them excited for the exposition.