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Yang stepped off the previously airborne vessel near the back of the class, all of the teams having been assigned to collect sap from Forever Fall. A mind numbingly boring exercise that seemingly had no real purpose but one that they were told was mandatory for every first year student. Trailing behind Ruby, Blake and Weiss, she played it as she normally would, tossing her glass jar from side to side with little care were she to drop it.

The last few days had been interesting to say the least. It hadn't taken long for Ren and Nora to discover that their teammates had gone behind what everyone had agreed on and entered the room. Well Jaune had taken the entirety of the blame for the misadventure, declaring that Pyrrha had only tried to rescue him from the demise she feared he was doomed to. It was clear however that there was something regarding the room that they wished to discuss but were uncomfortable with. Like with how she and Blake had not been pushed into saying anything, none of their group would force Pyrrha and Jaune into saying anything they didn't want to.

Thankfully, she had someone else whom she could discuss the topic with.

'You got any idea why Jaune and Pyrrha are so quiet?'

'I may have a few theories but for now we have work to do.'

'You call collecting tree sap work?'

'For the lower class perhaps. For us however we have much grander goals in mind.'

'How long is this going to take?'

'Ten minutes tops.'

'And you're going to let me back in control if anything goes wrong?'

'If there is anything I cannot handle, I assure you that I will let you take deal with the situation.'

'Okay then.'

Yang had been sceptical about giving control to Caster ever since they had first made contact. The mage (she refused to call her a witch after the last time the word had been mentioned) had tortured her for hours all seemingly for the purpose of getting out of that dimension, the why had never been brought up in conversation. Likewise though, Caster had never brought up Yang's past and there was a mutual understanding that if neither of them wished to speak on the topic then it would remain unspoken.

Taking a deep breath, Yang closed her eyes and felt out for the other soul residing within her body. Opening once more was an odd sensation as she had little control over what she was seeing. She could vaguely her teammates before her, their forms little more than a blur as she felt her lips moving yet could not hear anything. 'Don't worry.' Caster's voice echoed around her, as if coming from every direction at once. 'Your senses were momentarily disconnected and will return shortly.'

'That's reassuring.'

Caster made no response as she started running, Yang able to feel her body move yet had no real way of controlling the movement. Odd was the only real word she could think of to describe the sensation. Slowly the world before her came back into plain view and then some, as if her vision was enhanced. As her body rushed past trees Yang was able to see clearer than she ever had as if the world around her was almost glowing. No, it was glowing.

'How does it feel to look through my eyes?'

'This is how you see the world?'

'Yes.'

Yang chose not to question any further and focused on what was ahead. Even if she had no control over her actions didn't mean that she didn't want to be unaware of what was happening. Another minute passed before Yang's body slowed down to a stop in the middle of a clearing.

'So what exactly was this grander goal you were speaking of?'

Caster didn't respond to Yang's question before the sound of a falling tree caught their attention. Yang's body turned slowly as large footsteps grew closer and closer before they found themselves staring at an Ursa, the beast standing several feet taller than them and had multiple bone fragments sticking out of their back. Beady red eyes glared at them before it roared, primal fury being directed squarely at them.

'Give me control, quick!'

Silence. The Ursa raised its paw and prepared to strike.

'Caster, hurry!'

Caster once more didn't respond but instead remained motionless as the Grimm before them attacked. Yang desperately willed her body to move but she could not even blink as the Ursa attacked.

The Ursa's arm crashed to the floor, severed from its body, a purple beam of light was all that Yang had been able to see. Two more beams of light shot forth and cleanly cut through the Ursa's legs, the great beast tumbling to the floor and it roared once more, in pain or confusion Yang couldn't tell. Caster controlled the body, stepping forward and placing Yang's hand on the chest of the beast who flailed about on the ground before going still. The light swiftly faded from its eyes before it dissipated into nothingness.

'What. Was. That?'

'A theory proved right.'

'Alright Caster, I've got some questions for you.'

'I believe you do but it would be wise to speak of them after, the roar of this creature was likely heard by your fellow students and you're going to have to give them the story on how you defeated it.'

Yang grumbled only to find that the sound was indeed coming from her throat, Caster having given her the reins of her own body once more. Flexing her fingers to test out that her body was in fact completely in her control once more, Yang looked at the where the Ursa had laid powerless before the might of Caster. The battle against an Ursa which would have, no, should have taken both a lot longer and had ended up with her taking some manner of damage had been over before she could contemplate what was happening. Heck, she still didn't know what had happened!

Whatever it was though was powerful, that was all that she knew at the moment. It hadn't even taken a second for an Ursa to be almost begging for death, or at least what she assumed could be interpreted as begging for death. It was frightening.

What was perhaps more frightening was the fact that Ruby was likely on the way here using her semblance to race here far quicker than the rest of the students and it would be up to her to explain that nothing had happened. Or at least nothing worth worrying about. Damn this was going to be hard.

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At dinner that evening, Weiss wasn't eating at the rate at which the other occupants of the table were. Arguably nobody could keep up with the rate which Nora ate but that was beside the point. "Everything alright Weiss?" asked Ruby noticing that Weiss had barely had more than a few mouthfuls of food.

"Yea," she replied almost dismissively.

"You know you can talk to us about anything right?"

"Yea."

Ruby pouted at the fact that she wasn't likely to get anything more than single word answers but chose not to think about it too much right now. Clearly something was on her mind and if she didn't want to speak about it right now then there was no point forcing her to do so. Especially when there was another option.

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Pyrrha sat in the quarters she shared with her teammates, polishing her armour as she did almost every night. The routine, while boring at times, was one that had been drilled into her at a young age. Fighting, training, competing. Each of these meant that her armour an weapons would get dirty from dirt, grime and on the very rare occasion, blood. Never hers though.

Ren and Nora occupied the room with her, Jaune having excused himself some time ago saying that he was going to go get some training done on the rooftop. While Ren and Nora had paid it little attention, Pyrrha had watched as he had grabbed hold of the key she had previously tampered with, her polarity ensuring that Jaune wouldn't be able to access that room. Hopefully that would have directed him off to the rooftops or somewhere else where he would be able to train without the imminent fear of death clinging to him.

They were first year students, a term had not yet passed and yet she had experienced death twice. She, who had fought through competitions again and again and walked away with no more than a scratch, had been killed on two separate occasions. She knew that were she to come across a true huntsman that she would likely be defeated but not without putting up some manner of fight. The battle with Berserker was nothing to go off, his destructive nature and seemingly endless stamina made him an unstoppable juggernaut and she prayed she never encountered anything of that magnitude in this lifetime.

Shirou was another matter.

All of her acrobatics and showmanship, all of her skill and strength had been torn down piece by piece. Having spent so many years being groomed into the pinnacle huntsman in training, well before she had even stepped foot in Beacon, her ego had gotten to her on more than one occasion. It was why she was so grateful that Jaune was her teammate. He never treated her any differently because of her past. It was so nice being treated as someone other than the Invincible Girl.

And she had been beaten as Jaune watched on from the sidelines.

Placing her armour down, Pyrrha rubbed at her eyes as once more she found herself thinking about that battle. Never before had she been so unable to do anything in a fight. He had so many openings simply begging to be taken advantage of and each time she had struck for victory he had countered her. Possibly the strangest part however had been her semblance had had such little effect on his twin weapons. She knew that they were metal, the sound they made when clashing with Milo was obvious. Yet when she had tried to use her semblance to gain that hint of an advantage, to slide past his guard for that fraction of a second her power had failed her. If anything there had been a touch of a mental backlash, as if the sword had a will of its own declaring that it would move for none other than its wielder.

It was farfetched and completely impossible for a weapon to have any kind of feeling, any kind of awareness of what was happening but it truly what she had felt. It was something she never wanted to encounter again.

A knocking on the door snapped her out of her stupor and Pyrrha watched as Nora basically leapt off of her bed and launched herself at the door, almost tearing it off its hinges as she opened it. "Ruby, Weiss, how's it going?" she asked in a voice that clearly demanded that they entertain her in some way, shape or form.

"Hey Nora," said Ruby as she clutched onto Weiss' arm with a vice like grip. "Weiss' here is feeling a bit down in the dumps at the moment so I'm taking us to go get our butt's handed to us."

"Are you sure subjecting yourself to death is the best way to raise one's spirits?" asked Ren as he looked up from his homework.

"Of course," said Ruby as if it was the obvious answer.

"And how do you feel about this Weiss?" asked Pyrrha.

"Honestly, I used this to cheer Ruby up and it worked wonders," said Weiss as she shrugged her shoulders. "It may not help me to the same degree but it will be nice to take my mind off of things."

Pyrrha contemplated those words as she wondered just what it was that Weiss was thinking about to put her in such a mood but chose not to pry. "Well if you're looking for the key Jaune took it earlier."

"He did!" screeched Nora in shock.

"Well then I guess we'll head there now and meet him either in there or unconscious out the front," said Ruby cheerfully as she started to march away, dragging Weiss with her. At least until Nora burst out of the doorway.

"Hold it right there sisters, you two have already been in there two more times than me and I am not sitting on the sidelines again," she declared. "Give me thirty seconds."

With that, Nora re-entered the room and started preparing herself for combat, her actions almost a blur as she armed herself. Ren seemed moderately disinterested, not even fretting about the fact that his friend was marching off to her death. Pyrrha meanwhile watched on knowing that she would have to deal with a sulky Nora once she discovered that Jaune had no way of getting in. She knew that she had done the right thing. She only hoped that Jaune would understand were he ever to find out.

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"Why. Won't. It. Open!"

Nora's words echoed through the hallway as she fiddled with the handle recklessly and Weiss had the feeling that the mallet wielding student would use that weapon of hers momentarily to bust her way through. It was clear though that the door was still locked, perhaps meaning that Jaune wasn't even in there in the first place.

She turned to look at Ruby, the young girl seemingly disheartened by her attempt to cheer her up having gone sour. It wasn't her fault that Jaune hadn't come here, nor was it her fault that she was in a less than bright mood. She had received word that a large shipment of her family's Dust produce had been ransacked and stolen by the White Fang. Something that was completely out of her control and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She would have been over it by the next morning regardless but Ruby being Ruby demanded that she be cheered up immediately. Having done the same thing not so long ago, Weiss had agreed.

Now though it seemed that it was all for nought.

"Hey guys," said Jaune, the leader of team JNPR startling the other three students as he spoke from behind them.

"Jaune, please tell me you got the key!" Nora begged of her leader, covering the distance between the two of them in a manner of seconds.

"Of course," said Jaune as he pulled the item out of his pocket. "I had to go get another one from Professor Ozpin though, it looked as if the last one had been bent when it had been taken out of the lock. Apparently he's got dozens of copies."

Weiss flinched at that, wondering why the school headmaster would have so many keys all leading to a room where children were encouraged to go and die. It was a thought which would have to be built on at a later date however as Jaune marched forward and inserted the key into the lock. It was time to see just what kind of monster they would be fighting today.

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