"So tell me friend. Which one of the bitches sent you? Are you an Atlesian dog? A pawn of Ozpin? Dare I say a puppet of Salem? Let me tell you that Rapture is not a sunken ship you can plunder and that Andrew Ryan is not a giddy socialite that can be slapped around by people who send their puppets to do a man's job."

…

Jack simply walked around the school. It was going to be his daily routine anyway. He had to stay ever vigilant, a very easy task for the man as he made sure to be cautious of every last detail. The students should either be in class or wandering around and staying on school grounds to wait for their next class.

There was nothing wrong going on at the moment, most students simply spared him a glance and greeted him by his nickname.

"Hi, Mr. Bubbles."

"Sup, Mr. Bubbles."

"Eyyyy, it's Mr. Bubbles."

Those were the usual types of greeting he would receive, and it usually brought a warm smile to his face.

"Mr. Wynand." Glynda said as she walked a bit past him.

"Ms. Goodwitch." Jack replied back, "Don't you have classes to teach?" He turned in time to see Glynda stop.

"Combat classes will begin tomorrow. I will give an introduction later in the afternoon and a few sparring matches between students near the end of each of the hours." She turned to give Jack the courtesy of seeing her face, "It honestly wouldn't hurt to have a little help setting up the combat arena, if you have the time that is."

Jack nodded his head, "Lead the way."

"It takes quite a while to set up, Mr. Wynand. I'm sure you have a schedule of your own to keep."

Jack shook his head, "Lead the way."

"If you insist Mr. Wynand." Glynda coughed a bit into her sleeve, "This way."

It didn't take them long to enter the area known as the arena. It was simply a room filled with nice chairs and an arena in the middle. An entire 360 degree classroom. Jack could even see that the chairs had little boards on them so students could do their work or take notes. The arena was actually large in size.

"We usually use half of the classroom for when students are to be learning and the complete classroom when there are in school tournaments." Glynda explained as she lead Jack to a secluded back area.

The two first entered a small office, then walked a bit past it to enter what one would describe as one of those theater rooms used to play the projector. There was an actual projector sitting atop the ceiling.

Glynda reached in her breast pocket to pull out a small remote and turned on the projector, it took a few seconds to turn on, but it seemed to work like a charm. The projector stopped above the arena to project a 3D screen, displaying a blank screen.

"Mr Wynand, would you mind checking around the classroom? See if there's anything out of the ordinary or just trash to be picked up?" Glynda asked as she began to wander around the small room. She was making sure everything was configured right.

Jack silently agreed and walked out of the room and past the office once again. He carefully checked around the classroom, making sure there wasn't a thing out of the ordinary. As he was in the middle of his inspection he spared a glance at the screen projecting above the arena. Glynda's face and aura gauge was shown on screen. She was most likely calibrating it.

After he made sure that everything was right in the classroom he walked back to the small room, he noticed that the projector was now off. He stopped in the office as he saw Glynda come out of the room and immediately went towards the desk. She took a seat and Jack wordlessly took one across from her.

Glynda quickly booted up her monitor and waited for it finish up said boot up, "Was everything okay?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary. I just adjusted a few seats and picked up some leftover trash."

"Thank you, Mr. Wynand. You saved me a lot of time." Glynda thanked the man. Silence seemed to immediately preside over the two as they didn't have anything to immediately talk about.

Jack seemed to note the clock on the wall, if seemed that he and Glynda have been in the classroom for about an hour believe it or not. Time passed rather quickly, then again he was thoroughly checking and fixing the classroom bit by bit. It was like he was waiting for a trap to spring up at any second.

"Is there any sort of meaning to your tattoos? If there is any, I mean." Glynda piped up, she wanted to end the awkward silence.

If she were to ask Jack before his trip to a certain hellhole under the sea he would've shrugged his shoulders and replied something along the lines of not knowing what they meant. He wouldn't even remember when he got the tattoos, not that he could.

"A man chooses, a slave obeys." He reiterated the words of an ambitious, yet not a great, man.

He could've sworn he heard Glynda gulp a bit, "Interesting symbolism." Glynda seemed to unconsciously guide her own hands towards Jack's to get a better view of the chains on his wrist. He allowed it.

Glynda turned Jack's hands ever so slightly. She glided her fingers over the chains, wondering if she could feel the texture of real ones. She looked as though she could he in a trance for days if this kept up. It was a strangely solemn expression, it was like she was yearning for something.

"You're hands are nice and warm." Jack admitted. He could feel the warmness of her hands very easily.

Glynda's hands seemed to stop what they were doing. Her eyes seemed to widen a bit as she just realized what she was doing. She kept her composure and calmly pulled back her hands away from his, "I apologize for that Mr. Wynand." She coughed into her wrist, a small tinge of pink appeared on her face, "It was rather unprofessional of me."

"It's alright." Jack smiled. To him it was a bit cute how she reacted though, like a curious cat, or an owl.

Glynda felt her heart skip a beat for a second, before she dismissed it and smiled back. It seems that his positive attitude was a bit infectious. Honestly, it perked up her day a bit.

"If you're ever up for it we can get drinks at a bar or someplace." It was honestly Jack's best way to invite people to hang out with.

Glynda kept her composure and raised a brow. She gave an audible, "Hn?"

"Or go anywhere else that's fine with you. Bring people along if you wish to."

Glynda breathed in, "I don't usually have the time to do such things." She paused, "I don't really drink much either. I have a rather tight schedule to keep." She paused once again, for some reason it didn't feel right to say that, "However, my schedule isn't filled that much this Saturday. Does that sound like a good time?"

Jack nodded, "Unless something terrible comes up, I have no other plans. How does Junior's sound? He should be reopened by that time."

Glynda raised a brow. She still kept her composure, "You wish to go dancing?"

Jack shook his head, "Maybe hang around the bar for a bit."

"Oh." For some reason she was distraught with not dancing.

"I can try however." Jack admitted, "Never tried to dance properly before, should be fun."

Glynda smiled a bit at his enthusiasm, "I can try to dance with you, if you wish." Her mouth seemed to be on autopilot, as she kept herself composed.

"That would be lovely." Jack simply said with a smile.

"Mr. Wynand. It would appear that a student is on the roof on building one. Would you please situate and defuse a possible situation?" Ozpin's voice spoke over Jack's radio.

"Understood." Jack replied as he got out of his chair, "I'll see ya Saturday, right?"

"Yes." Glynda confirmed.

Jack set off in a quick manor, not running, just a fast walking speed.

As soon as Jack left the room Glynda lost her composure and deflated a bit in her chair. Her heart seemed to race a million beats per second after their exchange. It was a feeling she honestly never experienced before. She couldn't see it herself, but her face glowed a very tangent red.

…..

Jack arrived on the roof after making a rather mad quickwalk. The student in question was a girl with very long whitish to perhaps gray hair. She wore the standard student uniform as to be expected. She actually turned around to reveal her blue eyes and a scar that ran near one of her eyes.

"You're with security, right? Don't worry, I wasn't going to jump." She quickly assured Jack that she wasn't going to jump. Yet he could clearly hear the melancholy in her voice, his job wasn't finished.

"What's troubling you?" He stayed in his current position as the girl completely turned around.

"It's not your problem, just a minor disagreement in-" She stopped mid sentence as she saw Jack cross his arms and give a worried stare. She immediately found herself weak to it.

"Well it's the leader of my team. She's not fit to be a leader." She started off slow, to avoid blowing up in front of Jack.

"Why?" It was a simple, yet direct question.

"She's just not mature enough to hold the responsibility of leader." She was starting to get a bit more into it.

"Why?"

"I believe it should be me who should be the leader, not that dunce." Her patience was being tested and it was quickly thinning.

"Why?"

"I've studied hard to get here and tried so hard to get into a Huntsmen academy that didn't bend over in fear of my father's retaliation if they did." She was on the edge.

"Wh-" He tried to say one more time.

"I just don't think she has what it takes to be a leader, okay!" She finally snapped, "Oh look at me, I'm a dunce who got lucky and was sent here a couple years early! Meanwhile I had to train and read as many books as possible to get here! And even then it was hard to get into, because my father was trying so hard to dissuade me from going here. He even limited my methods of transportation to get here, but I found a way!"

The girl continued to rant, seemingly repeating some phrases again and again. Jack stood perfectly still with his arm cross.

"And for some reason Ozpin picked the least qualified girl on the team to be leader! What does she have that I don't?! I don't see how she could be chosen to be team leader, whilst I am the most qualified one! That dunce can barely pay attention in class, not to mention she almost got herself, including me, killed during the initiation! How can someone who is reckless and annoying be qualified as a leader?! It should've been me! I should've been the leader, because I actually studied on how to be one. I should've been the leader because Ozpin made a mistake and meant to choose me, but settled on the dunce! I should've been leader because I am the most qualified. I should've been the leader because she's immature. I should've-"

The girl seemed to pause, she seemed to slowly realize what she was saying, " -been leader because -because." She suddenly found herself collapsing on her knees as she realized, "I expect it to be handed to me on a silver platter. Like everything else in my life." She found her voice growing weak. She sat herself down on the roof's floor and pulled her leg towards her face. She looked downtrodden.

Jack finally made his move and walked towards the young woman, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up from her position and seemed to slowly regain her composure.

She smirked, "Heh. Who am I to say that I deserve to be the leader. I'm acting more immature than that du- my teammate, my leader." She breathed in, a burden seemed to be lifting off her chest, "I kept going on and on about how much I studied about leadership and tactics, but I forgot the most important thing about studying materials. My sister even told me it. 'No amount of studying can prepare you for the real thing. In the real world you'll have to make decisions that the books will never tell you'."

The girl let out a deep breath and smiled, "If anything. I'm probably the least qualified to be leader. Imagine that." She laughed it off a bit and grabbed Jack's hand to steady herself back up, she was feeling a lot better, "Thank you for helping me understand…." She realized that she had no idea who he is. She knew he was part of security, due to the students talking about his unique sweater,but his name seemed to evade her. She was pretty sure she heard his last name started with a B.

"Jack Wynand."

"I'm Weiss Schnee." She returned the favor, "Thank you helping me understand what I was missing from the equation. Sorry that you had to hear me rant though."

Jack smiled and gave a thumbs up, "It's not a problem. However, I do have to escort you back to my office and perhaps send you to the nurse right afterwards. You did appear depressed on the roof after all."

"I understand Mr. Wynand."

"Bubbles. You can call me Mr. Bubbles."

Weiss seemed to hold back a laugh, "Sorry." She couldn't hold back anymore as she let it out. Her laughter filled the silent rooftop, "Mr. Bubbles." She continued to snicker.

Weiss had a feeling that she was going to become quite acquainted with Mr. Bubbles. She could feel a kindness, that not many could pretend to imitate, radiate off him as if it was a natural thing to him. Yet he himself seemed unaware.

…..

Short chapter. I was thinking of this one being a larger chapter switching between Jack and Amber as per usual, but decided against it as, to me, it would seem to be at a strange flow or pace.

I don't often write scenes like the one with Glynda, so I believe it's good practice. I hope everyone else likes where I'm going with it, if not so be it.

See ya next time, where it'll mostly focus on Amber.

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Extra/Omake

"Excuse me what do you mean this Mr. Wynand adopted my daughter?" Mr. Schnee asked over the phone.

"What?! You can't adopt someone else's daughter like that!"

"Both of them?! He adopted Winter too? How is that even possible?!"

A few seconds passed. You could hear the random noises over the phone.

"What do you mean he adopted my wife?!"