A/N: Hey guys, here's another subpar chapter of everyone's favorite RWBY/Street Fighter Crossover.

"Hah… Hah…" It was a weekend at Beacon Academy, sometime after the incident at Forever Fall. Because they grew stronger, those involved in the fight didn't have wounds as serious as they had during the first two weeks of school, with the worst problems being a temporary sling for Yang and Jaune having severe Aura exhaustion from overcharging his attack. Now, both individuals were currently enjoying some time together.

"Hoo, man, thanks for that, Yang, I needed some release."

"And a shower! You're all sweaty."

"You are too!"

"Well, anyway, you're welcome. You know I'll do this anytime- I need it too, after all. Still, how come you didn't ask Ren to help you with this? He IS your partner."

"Well, Ren doesn't like doing anything early in the morning. Surprisingly, neither does Pyrrha. What're the odds?"

"What're the odds we can get out of here? The training room's cold."

"You first." Getting off of the cold floor, Yang changed her gauntlets back into bracelet form, while her companion stowed away his sword and shield. Walking away from the training room, Yang wanted to lift the silence hovering over the two.

"So, what're you guys thinking of doing today?"

"What, didn't anyone on your team tell you? Both of our teams are going out to Vale today, y'know, see how far they've gone with decorating." She looked at him confused. "For the Vytal Festival."

"Oh, riiight, the Festival. You think Team JNPR's ready for the tournament?"

"What about RWBY? Or REDT?"

"Well, we'll see for ourselves."

The Vytal Festival.

An event organized by the Four Kingdoms of Remnant, the festival was meant to help keep the peace between them in the wake of the Great War almost four scores ago. However, in recent years it's become more of a contest between the kingdoms and their hunter academies.

"All the planning!"

During the Festival, one kingdom is chosen to open its borders to the world, allowing people from all walks of life to enter. Food stalls, carnival games, and places to get clothes/gear are set up, balls are held, and people immerse themselves in the different cultures presented.

"All the preparation!"

Of course, in a society based around the protection from the Hunters and their academies, the biggest part about the Festival was the Vytal Festival Tournament, where hunters-in-training across Remnant compete to see who is the best of the best amongst their peers. Age or grade doesn't matter in this international tournament, only skill level.

"All the coordination!"

Yes, the Vytal Festival and its Tournament were something to gawk at. However, that wouldn't be for another few months. Still, people were coming in early, and the décor was being set. That's part of the reason why the two teams right across from each other decided to visit the city today.

"All the organization!"

"We get it, Weiss. You really like to make cool things sound boring."

"Quiet, brute!" The group was currently in the market area, exploring the commercial district and watching people work on putting up banners and signs. Walking around, they heard something rather threatening- a growl. Not just any growl, a growl made from their own pink and red black holes. Weiss slapped her palm on her face, while Ren just sighed and looked at Nora sternly.

"Ruby! You ate before we left, how are you hungry again?"

"You DID eat everything off your plate, right Nora?" The hyperactive duo just looked at their respective teammates with a guilty grin. Without looking away from the book she was reading, Blake answered for the two.

"Ruby's been trying a diet pill ever since you told her she could grow fat after you two visited that 'All-You-Can-Eat' last week, and Nora threw away her salad when you were in the bathroom."

"Sorry, Renny! But you know I hate these diets you put me on. Let's visit that pancake house across the street!"

"Nora, no." Jaune put his head in his hands, while Pyrrha tried to help him keep his sanity by rubbing his back.

"It's only been two hours, and already I regret helping Ren put her on a diet. Still, truth be told, I'm getting kinda hungry myself."

"As am I." Yang managed to point out a small, Vacuoan food stall called "Super-Dynamic Cooking". After a moment of decision making, they all decided to just have a quick bite to eat there. Taking their seats, Yang rang a small silver bell on the counter.

"Un momento, muchachos!" After a second or two, a man came out from behind the stall, dusting off his apron. He was very muscular, but short, with brown hair tied into a flared-out pony tail above his head. His skin was tan, he had wide, brown eyes, a short and scruffy beard, and a big, round nose. "O-K, Hola! Welcome to mi puesto. Soy Rodolfo Sinaloa Verde. What can I get you to eat?" They gave him their orders, and he quickly went to work, grilling and frying their foods to perfection. After some time, he finished their food, and rang the silver bell. "Ole! Enjoy your meal." They looked at their plates with hidden disgust.

Making a brave face, Ruby tried hers first.

"Hey, this stuff's good, guys!" After a bit of hesitance, the rest dug into their meals. Washing his hands, the chef started to speak.

"So, muchachos, you guys from Beacon?" Daintily wiping her mouth with a napkin, Weiss turned to the man.

"Yes. How did you know?" He pointed to his eyes.

"I can see it in all of your eyes, all of you guys have a strong fighting spirit! Strong, and spicy! Especially the señorita with the blonde hair." She gave him a thumbs-up, too busy devouring her carne asada. Nora's eyes drifted over from her elote to an odd mask hanging off the wall to the side.

"So, Mister Verde? What's with the mask?" He sighed, and looked at it with remembrance.

"A memory of the past, a joyous past, before I became a chef. Back when I was a cazador, like you all. And back when I used to be a famous luchador!" Jaune put down his plate, and swallowed.

"You used to be a lucha-libre wrestler, and a Hunter too?"

"Si, niño, si. I used to be a famous wrestler named 'El Fuerte'."

"That explains why the mask was familiar… Mr. Zangief should me a picture of some old wrestling buddies of his!" The cook slammed his hands down in front of Jaune.

"You know El Tornado Rojo?"

"Yeah! He's a family friend, and a mentor to one of my sisters." El Fuerte clapped his hands together.

"Well then, mi amigos, eat up! The food's on the house!"

After exchanging a few stories, the group finished their food and left the stall, waving cheerfully to the former Hunter.

"And remember, you guys are always welcome at my stall! Or my food chain in Vacuo!" Walking away, Ren turned to look at Jaune.

"You have quite the assortment of acquaintances, Jaune." He just shrugged.

"So, where's our next stop?"

"The docks." Ruby flinched in disgust.

"Uh, why? They smell like fish."

"You don't say, Ruby?" Weiss continued on, not listening to the Patch sisters.

"As representatives of Beacon Academy, I feel that it is our sworn duty to create diplomatic relations with students from other academies." Nora looked at her weirdly.

"You just want to spy on the competition, don't you?"

"Yes, she does."

"You can't prove that!" Laughing at the antics of her sister team, Pyrrha then noticed a crowd of people gathering by a store nearby. Despite not wanting to get near the group because of paparazzi, her curiosity won her over. Walking over to a civilian, she politely tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir? Might I ask what's happening here?" He turned around, before almost jumping at the sight of her.

"Miss Nikos! OMG I am such a big fan of yours! Ca you sign my forehead real quick? Actually, never mind that, can you give me a good bruise on the arm? Please?" She looked at him with a bit of uncertainty, before wat she asked him not two seconds ago clicked into his brain. "Oh right, sorry about that Miss Nikos. Apparently, this Dust store's been robbed by someone."

"Really?" Weiss came up from behind Pyrrha, putting on a professional air. "Could we ask you to move aside, then, so that we can speak to whoever's related to the investigation?"

"Oh, sure, go ahead!" The man, alongside others who heard what they asked, stood aside. The two most well-known people of their group, alongside Blake and Jaune, walked through, before being stopped by black-and-yellow police tape. A duo of Valean policemen were investigating a hole in the wall, stepping over rubble and broken shards of glass.

"Ahem, excuse me, sirs? What exactly happened here?" Neither of them looked up from their work.

"Place's been robbed."

Like we don't already know that.

"It's the third Dust store in a week." One of them, a man with jet-black hair, stood up and scratched his head.

"Just like the last few, they only took the Dust. No lien, no valuable decorations, nothing but dust. Seriously, who needs this much stolen dust, an army?" His partner, a guy with a flashlight and brown hair, turned it off and stowed it in his pocket.

"So, you thinking the White Fang?" The monochromatic duo's mind went into red alert at the mention of the White Fang.

"I'm thinking our paychecks are too low." At this point, Teams RWBY and JNPR had already sauntered off, still thinking about what they just heard.

"This is a serious issue here. What if what they said is true, and now Vale has to deal with an army laden with Dust?" Weiss crossed her arms with a huff.

"Like the White Fang, that bunch of criminally insane degenerates." Being next to her, Jaune could see RWBY's resident ninja clenching her fists tightly.

"The White Fang are not a group of sociopaths. They're a collection of misguided Faunus." In a small level of shock, Weiss turned to look at her teammate.

"Not sociopaths? Misguided? Blake, they want to make the human species completely extinct!" Crossing her arms, the ninja turned away from the heiress.

"VERY misguided Faunus. Still, there's no explanation for why they would rob a dust shop in the middle of Vale." Ren, having picked up a newspaper earlier, folded it over to see a page with mugshot on it.

"There's still the matter of Vale's 'Handsome Hoodlum' Roman Torchwick. It could also be a show of power by a new group of street thugs calling themselves 'Angry Gear'."

"Still, it's a fact that the White Fang are a group of scum. Faunus like the White Fang only know how to lie, cheat, and steal." Jaune got in between the black and the white, arms out, hoping to keep the peace.

"Okay, guys, let's not get into a fight here. First of all, Weiss, that's not true. And secondly-" He was interrupted when he felt a pair of shoes push down on his scalp, before springing off it.

"Stop that Faunus!" Looking at what jumped off of him, Jaune saw a dude around his age. He was lean, blonde, and had a golden monkey tail. He had on an open white jacket, the collar turned up, no shirt underneath. On his arms were red bracers, and on his feet were black-and-yellow-sneakers. He wore blue cargo pants, suspended with a white belt, which had a small chain running from it down his right pants leg. His legs had bandages on them, and on his neck was a necklace with a pendant on it. In his left hand, he held a banana.

The Faunus teen, after spring-boarding off of Jaune, landed on top of a light pole, before jumping off it again. He kept himself attached with his tail, wrapping it around one of its arms, and started to dangle upside down. In this position, he began to eat his banana.

"Get down here, you no-good stowaway!" The man who said this, a sailor with the stereotypical striped uniform, handkerchief and hat, soon had a banana peel thrown on his face.

"A no-good stowaway would've been caught. I'm a great stowaway!" Flipping off the pole, he quickly winked in Blake's direction before running off, deeper into the city. Weiss, opportunistic to spy on the competition, quickly led the rest of her team in a mad dash, chasing after the Faunus. Being the good sister team they were, Team JNPR decided to just run along with them.

After turning a sharp corner, every single one of them fell to the ground, either because they were bowled over by something (those in the front) or tripped over something (those in the back) Looking up from where she was, Weiss saw that the Faunus they were after was missing. And, there was a girl just lying on the ground, smiling at her. After helping up his friends, Ren decided to converse with the girl on the ground.

"Excuse me, miss, but are you alright?"

"I am wonderful! Thank you for asking." Jaune stared at her weirdly.

"… do you wanna get up?" An odd expression ran across her face.

"Why yes, yes I do." Flipping herself back up, Jaune got a good look at her attire, which consisted mostly of blacks, greys, and neon-greens, the only exception being the pink bow on her head. She had on a light-grey blouse under feminine, metallic-grey overalls with neon-green lines on it. Her collar was black, with neon-green lines, and matched her stockings.

"So, introductions!" Ruby stuck her hand out to the girl so she could take it. "I'm Ruby. This is my sister, Yang, one dressed in black's Blake, the quiet guy's Ren, the guy over there is Jaune, she's Nora, the mean white one is Weiss, and that over there is Pyrrha." Ignoring Weiss's indignant shout, she went back to her new acquaintance. "What's your name?"

"Salutations to all! My name is Penny. It is a pleasure to meet you all." She did a polite little bow.

"Well, we need to go now. See you later, friend!" As the group of eight walked away, Ruby felt her hand being pulled. Looking back, she saw that it was Penny.

"You. You called me a friend." She looked at Ruby with hopeful eyes. "Am I really your friend?"

"Uh… Yes?" The other girl suddenly jumped up and down with glee.

"Sensational! We can hang out at the mall, talk about cute boys, go shopping, paint our nails…" Jaune watched with a small amount of mirth at Ruby's plight with her new friend, mostly so that he could take his mind off the other conversation being held next to his ear.

"YOU are defending a terrorist organization and what is clearly a criminal!"

"YOU are a judgmental little girl!"

"YOU aren't doing anything to help us stop them, Jaune. Can't you help us out?" Yang was trying her best to get them to stop fighting, and she looked at Jaune with a pleading look in her eyes. He backed up away from the argument, looking very guilty.

"Me? I've seen enough fights between girls that end up with this. At this point, it's impossible to get them to stop fighting. If you try, there will always be a moment's peace before one of them says something that'll start up the argument again. I've personally found that these things get resolved with time." Pyrrha looked uncertain, Ren was pinching the bridge of his nose, and Nora was starting to cover her ears.

"What if it doesn't happen soon enough?"

"C'mon, they're teammates. What's the worst that could happen?"

Later that night, back in Team JNPR's dorm, they heard what sounded like a door slamming open, running footsteps, and Yang frantically shouting Blake's name.

"…You should've helped them, Jaune. Better yet, you should've kept your mouth shut."

"You may have a point there, Ren."

A/N: Well, that's the end of that part. See ya guys next week, and remember to review or send me a PM.

Peace out!