Jaune Arc

Current Time

Jaune seethed as he sat in his seat on the Bullhead, arms crossed. He stared at Torchwick, the man looking smug and content as he lay back and stared out of the window.

Jaune knew that he had messed up in a major way. After Ruby had taken down the mech, he shouldn't have taken his eyes off the wreck. Keeping an eye on the hulking mass of metal would've prevented the stupid situation he was in.

Torchwick had threatened to kill Weiss so nonchalantly, Jaune knew that there was nothing he could do to stop Neo from actually slicing Weiss's throat. Jaune had gone with him, knowing the only way to get out of the situation was to go with the criminal.

Jaune glanced out of the window. The Bullhead had been flying for a while now, definitely out of the city proper, heading to the edges of the 'Safe Zone', the area that the kingdom kept safe from Grimm attacks. Anything outside the Zone was considered a free-for-all.

Their destination was most likely a White Fang base, which confused Jaune. Why would Cinder set up in a White Fang base? She was perfectly fine in Vale, there was no reason to go out of the city.

Jaune closed his eyes, reviewing his options once more. Torchwick hadn't searched him, apparently not considering him any threat. He had used some of the Dust in his sword during the battle, but he still had most of it remaining.

He had his Gravity laces boots half full, and his aura was at 86% and slowly climbing. He had his HUD eye implants on, though without the helmet they would be useless in the dark.

He had his pouches still practically full, only having used the smoke grenade and the shaped explosives during the fight.

He took comfort in the fact that if it came to a fight, he would not be going out without giving it his maximum effort.

Jaune sighed. Why was he so caught up in the thought that everything would take a turn for the worse? Maybe all Cinder wanted to do was force him to work for her. He could figure out a way to get free after he got some hands on some materials.

He took a deep breath.

No need stressing about the future, Jaune. You have no info about anything that's going to happen. Just relax, that's it. Breath in, breath out. You can do this, just wing it. She won't kill you on purpose. Hopefully.

He went into his meditative trance staring at the gray wall in front of him, trying to think of solutions to this problem.

It was sometime later when Torchwick moved. Jaune snapped out of his trance and looked at the man. Torchwick was definitely more nervous now, his legs rigid as he stood straight. His slightly bored expression looked forced.

"So we're landing soon?" Jaune spoke for the first time since the ride had begun.

Torchwick merely nodded. "Figured that out all on your own, did you?"

Jaune just sighed. "Torchwick, the insults about each other's intelligence got stale even during the first exchange. I haven't even talked to you and I'm already bored, that says something."

If it had been a Promethean saying that, Torchwick would have just grit his teeth or come back with a reply. In this case however, Torchwick merely grinned and ignored him.

The craft started decelerating, coming to a halt. The engines outside turned to face downwards and the craft hovered down onto the airpad outside a large building.

"Torchwick, where are we? Who are we going to meet?" Jaune asked the man beside him.

The Bullhead's door opened and the craft powered down.

Stepping out, Torchwick waved his hand. "Oh merely one of the most dangerous people in the White Fang, that's all."

Jaune didn't even react. He knew exactly who Cinder was, and that she was indeed quite dangerous.

"Oh? Should I bow and scrape in front of her? 'Oh please don't hurt me, I'll do anything!'? That doesn't sound very fun."

Torchwick merely laughed. "I'll let you handle her. She can be quite intimidating. Don't lose your head around her though, or you literally will lose your head."

Jaune frowned. That didn't sound like what Cinder would do. She would leave the killing to her minions, thinking herself above her enemies.

"And if you have the slightest plan of trying to fight your way out, you might as well just kill yourself right now, save us all the trouble."

Jaune winced. He knew that resistance was futile as they said, but hearing Torchwick declare it drove the nail in that idea's coffin.

White Fang grunts surrounded the three of them (Neo had followed them), driving forklifts, stacking crates, and eyeing him.

Jaune ignored them all and faced forwards, towards the building they were heading into.

It was large and rectangular, industrial looking. It was painted gray and had a few windows here and there, where Jaune presumed the officers stayed.

Sentry guns were situated on top of the building, with a few of what looked like anti-air turrets on the corners.

Damn, Atlas must be getting pissed at their thefts. This is quite an arsenal.

Torchwick led him through the doors in the front of the building, into the hallways. They were lit with ceiling lights that gave just enough light to see by.

There were metal doors every twenty feet and they looked thick. There was an elevator at the end of the hall, themed just like the rest of the place: metal. They rose up the four stories, the only sound being the whirring of the elevator.

Jaune had never seen Torchwick so quiet before and it unnerved him. It almost felt like he was afraid of the act of talking, as if it would get him in trouble.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal a hallway similar to the one they had left, but with only a few doors on either side. Torchwick opened one of them, waving Jaune in. As soon as Jaune was in the doorway, Torchwick pushed him in and slammed the door shut, leaving him in pitch darkness.

Jaune rooted around in his pouch, feeling around for his night vision goggles. He felt the familiar shape besides a jumble of others and slotted them onto his eyes.

The world went a shade of green, showing a table and two chairs in the room. Lines traced over the edges of everything in the room. The goggles didn't give him any depth perception, and so he had implemented this feature in the software to help nullify that drawback.

He took a seat, looking at the door. The dark room was obviously supposed to unnerve him, and he wasn't going to let that happen.

He pulled out his scroll, confirming that he was indeed out of range of the city's CCT network. He would have to go and register his scroll to the local network to be able to see his location or call anyone. He turned it off and put it away. It was no use to him.

He sat in silence, twiddling his thumbs. Minutes passed, but Jaune sat in silence, glancing around the room slightly.

Jaune was ready to just relax and sleep when a bright light flashed through the room. The sudden light overloaded his goggles slightly. He winced as his eyes adjusted to the flare of light, and then to the dark green screen of the goggles.

A tall woman stood on the other side of the table. She had a large Grimm mask on, slightly similar to the White Fang's, covered in red markings but with four glowing eye slits.

Her hand was on a sword at her side, but she appeared to be quite relaxed. She had something that looked like large feathers hanging from the right side of her skirt.

She stood there, staring at him.

"Jaune Arc." The voice was commanding, while still containing slight amounts of mirth hidden deep. It reminded Jaune of Yang's voice, but this trace of humor didn't feel like she was teasing you; it felt like she was going to find killing you funny.

"That's me. So I'm going to assume you can see in the dark?"

"Yes, I can, and I know you can too." She said.

"How'd you know that?" Jaune was surprised, not many people had seen him use the goggles in Beacon, and the Prometheans used an entirely different design aesthetically.

"I have many sources Jaune. Ever since initiation, I have kept an eye on you. You seemed like an interesting character. An explosion and near-death experience within the first couple of hours of the initiation? It even showed my own performance up." The woman was still standing perfectly still, the four eyes glaring at him menacingly.

"And what spurred this little meeting? And if you knew I had night vision why the dark room?" Jaune had taken note of her mention of being a Beacon attendee, deciding to investigate later.

"I was not the person meant to be talking to you here. This is simply an interrogation room and you were slated to be held here until you grew desperate. Then they would try to convince you to join them. I've been told their methods are quite effective."

There was no change in her tone as she stated this, as if talking about mind-breaking torture was something that happened every day.

"So why did you come here? I don't think it was from the goodness of your heart, no offense. I think you want something from me. What is it?" Jaune leaned back in his chair. He wanted to know who she was affiliated to and what her goals were.

"Straight to the point, interesting. Well, to answer your question Jaune, I believe you already know why I'm here. I want to make a deal with you."

Everyone in this world wants to make deals! Can no one ask for favors or threaten me? That would be a welcome break at least.

"If you want to make a deal with me, I would advise against it. The Prometheans already have made a deal with me, one that is quite lucrative. If I was you, I would try to avoid having their attention on me." Jaune knew that in his current situation, no Promethean would come to rescue him, for obvious reasons. He couldn't get a message out and Alfred wouldn't be able to locate him.

"The Prometheans? Don't make me laugh. Cinder and Roman may believe them to be powerful, but I have a different opinion on them." She started moving around the table, towering over Jaune in his chair. "Answer this: When was the last time you say more than one out in the world?"

Jaune's eyes widened unconsciously. If she was suggesting what he thought she was, the game had more than changed, it had been completely upended.

"How do you know only one of them is operating at any time?" Jaune shot back.

"Jaune, I told you, I know the movements of their operatives. And you know where they lead? Straight to Beacon, always before dawn. Now to me, that seems highly suspicious Jaune." She was standing right over him now, her imposing mask staring down at him.

"What are you getting at?" Jaune was actually getting scared now. How did she figure out one of his closest secrets? How had she been following him? He had made sure there was no one following him at any time, and had taken meandering routes through the city to throw anyone off.

"You know what I'm getting at Jaune. Or should I call you Prometheus?" The woman glared down at him, her mask's eyes growing even more menacing.

Get a grip Jaune! You still don't know what she wants!

"First of all, just Jaune is fine, since that's who I am. Not sure about Prometheus though, that doesn't sound like me. Second of all, you're really up in my space, so if you could just scoot back juuust a bit, that would be grand. Thirdly, you still haven't answered my question. What do you want from me?" Jaune kept a cool gaze on her mask as he said this. He didn't want to show any weakness to her.

"So I take it you don't know who I am? If you did, you would be talking to me in that manner." Her tone grew a touch colder, her grip on her sword tightening.

"Answer my first question first. I don't care who you are. I want to know what you want from me. Your identity can come later." Jaune feigned ignorance of the telltale signs of her anger.

She was silent for a bit, staring at him. He stared back, not backing down from the unblinking red orbs in her mask.

"You want to know why I want to deal with you? Fine. Let's go." She turned away from him. Something in her sheath turned and she drew her sword. The same bright light as before flooded the room, but this time Jaune had enough time to let his eyes adjust.

Taking his goggles off, he looked at the cause of the light. A swirling circle of red and black light, parallel to the wall, 8 feet in diameter.

"So I take it that's how you got in? Some sort of portal?"

She simply nodded and stepped through. Jaune stood for a moment, gazing at the portal, his mind a year back in time.

Jaune Arc

A Year Ago

He was walking down a bright hallway, a laptop in his hand. He was reviewing the recent test data from their experiments.

He walked up to a door in the hallway and pushed it open, walking into a large room. There were three other people in the room discussing something in a corner, surrounded by tables with piles of papers on them.

Most of the space in the room was taken up by a large machine in the middle of the room. Thick rubber insulated wires worked their way across the brightly lit room to connect into the machine, feeding it power.

The machine itself was square shaped, like a doorway. It was covered with lights, each indicating a certain critical component's condition; red was bad, green was good. Simple stuff. The machine's body was painted a special shade of gray, to ensure a maximum ratio of heat given off to heat received.

It was made of a thick metal alloy that they had specially made up in the lab to be both dense and close to an ideal blackbody. The machine would be handling lots of energy over short periods of time, and they had to make sure that any excess heat generated would be dissipated as fast as possible.

The insides of the machine had been cooled to within 130 degrees Kelvin by the use of liquid nitrogen, giving the wires inside the property of superconductivity, which ensured no heat would be generated in the wires as long as the low temperature was maintained.

Jaune carefully made his way around the tables, careful not to disturb any of the piles.

"Dr. Kramer? I have the report from our last batch of experiments ready. Would you like to see them?" Jaune plugged in his laptop into the projector, pulling up the data, knowing Kramer would say yes.

"Why yes indeed Arc. You really are fast with these things, glad we selected you!" Kramer was a thin, balding researcher that had been working at this lab for the past 20 years. He was a very impassionate man, and would both berate and compliment Jaune with equal gusto.

The selection he was talking about had been a competition of sorts mixed with a science fair. The best participants would go on to research teams that were doing experiments on the cutting edge of modern knowledge.

Jaune himself had been selected, along with another boy, by this team to work on a so called "Long Range Tunneling Effects in Exotic Materials" group. The 'exotic material' had interested him, and he had soon found out exactly what it was.

What the material that they had dubbed "teleporonium" (Scientists aren't always a creative bunch) did was let particles that passed through it exhibit Quantum Tunneling effects at much larger distances than had previously been seen.

By passing specific currents across the material at certain temperatures, the effects would be exaggerated at different levels, leading to tunneling on the scale of millimeters, or even centimeters, depending on the amount of the material and the energy passing through it.

So far, they had been successful in sending small particles such as electrons and protons through thin sheets of the material.

The experiments were expensive, but each one furthered their understanding of this effect immensely. This research would provide the understanding necessary to develop quantum computer chips, and open the road for many technologies down the road.

Jaune presented the report to the team, Dr. Kramer, Dr. Schulz, and the second candidate, Jason Smith. Jaune hadn't really interacted with Jason or Dr. Schulz much, since the two worked in a separate section of the lab generally.

From what he had learned about them, they were as passionate for their work as Dr. Kramer, but were more laid back.

Finishing up the report, Jaune discussed the results with the three, and waited while the two project leads discussed amongst each other.

The report had been surprising for the entire team. It suggested that if they doubled the maximum power they had tested so far for a short amount of time, then alternated tripling and halving it, they could be able to make particles tunnel through about 20 cm of the material!

For a month they worked on making the power source and machine capable of handling the power they would be pumping. After making all of the arrangements, the day had finally come.

They were gathered inside a room that was off the actual room. They were protected by 2 feet of lead and concrete and were completely isolated from the room. Cameras were attached throughout the room monitoring the machine in all sorts of wavelengths, looking for erratic spikes of energy.

They turned on the supply to the machine, watching the power meter go up, the capacitors charging as they gathered to release a burst of power.

After about five minutes, the machine was ready to be activated.

"All systems looking good?" Dr. Kramer said into a mic.

"Everything is nominal." Came the reply from another booth where all the engineers were.

"Jaune, Jason, instrumentations good?" He looked at them.

"Yes sir, we are good for activation." Jaune replied, tapping keys on his keyboard, bringing up graphs generated as data flowed in.

"Then let's get this party started!" Kramer activated the machine and the three crowded around a monitor to view the latest experiment. Jaune abstained to keep an eye on the data.

"Uh Dr. Kramer? Dr. Schulz? We might have a problem. The instruments are reading no change so far compared to before the activation, except for the temperature. It has risen to be about the level expected of an energy leak. The machine seems to have dissipated all of the heat, and is just sitting there."

Dr. Schulz made a face. "Wonderful. Any idea what may have caused this? Perhaps an error in the machine itself? A calculation error?"

Jason shook his head. "Everything seemed to check out before the experiment, though there is one thing that could be the issue here. We did not test the material under very high temperatures. It is possible it changes its properties after a specific critical temperature that we accidently crossed."

Jason, you clever little boy you.

Dr. Kramer clapped his hands together. "Well then in that case, you two can check it out! Nothing like getting your underlings to go into dangerous positions eh?" He added a little chuckle at the end, even though everyone present knew he was joking.

Jason and Jaune just shook their heads and headed out. The sensors indicated that everything was the same as it had been before the activation, so they didn't both to put on hazard suits. Besides, they were on the opposite side of the lab and they were too lazy.

Jaune however did take his backpack of tools on the way into the lab. It contained all his own personal tools, along with other things he deemed important. A change of clothes, and some other things needed in case he had to stay late. Most people questioned keeping clothes and mechanical tools in one place, but Jaune valued utility more than aesthetic.

They stepped into the room to review everything and check to make sure all the instrumentation was working as intended. Jaune went around checking all the recording equipment while Jason took a look at the machine itself.

Engineers would be coming over soon to fix anything that had malfunctioned, but they were busy putting on their hazmat suits.

"Hey Jaune, could you take a look at this? This thing is giving off readings." Jason called over, holding a multimeter up to a component in the side of the machine, nothing critical.

Jaune walked over, taking a look at the component. The readings were consistent with they expected the component to read after the machine had run successfully.

They looked at each other and then at the machine. Jason opened up the machine to take a look at the material itself, see if any damage had occurred. The coolant system was shut down while the machine was not operating, so Jason just opened the hatch that was used to install the material in the machine.

The material lay glimmering black with streaks of red, apparently unchanged. Jason turned to Jaune to say something but he suddenly stopped, his eyes going wide.

He reached up to his chest and gasped in shock as a rib burst from his chest, blood leaking from the wound.

Jaune couldn't move as he stared at Jason's chest. Jason grasped at the rib as it tore itself out and flew at the metal, passing straight through.

"THE MACHINE'S STILL ACTIVE!" Jaune knew that sound wouldn't be able to escape from the chamber, but he hoped someone could read his lips.

Jason continued to gasp for air, mouth filling with blood. Jaune turned away from the sight, ignoring the squelches as he tried to find a way to shut everything down and drain any power residue that may have built up.

A wet crunch echoed through the room and Jaune turned to see Jason's body crumple to the ground, spine snapped. Jaune stared wide eyed, wondering why he wasn't affected by the material.

A pen flew from Jason's now broken fingers and flew into the material. Jaune came to his senses and rushed to the machine, desperate to close the hatch before anything worse could happen. Jaune could still hear Jason's labored breathing and knew that he still had a chance at surviving.

He reached for the hatch door, small objects now starting to hurtle past him into the machine. He managed to reach the door when something large struck him in the back. It was Jason's body.

Jaune cried out as he stumbled into the machine, losing his balance. He instinctively brought his hand down onto the material and felt a tingling sensation for a second, as if he was being shrunk and expanded, heated and cooled, twisted and stretched and the same time. The next second he was lying in a forest with naught but his backpack.

Jaune shook himself from his reverie and gazed at the portal the woman had put up. It was eerily similar in color to the material that had crippled Jason and left him here in Remnant.

Looking at the dark room around himself, he steeled himself and stepped in.

Pyrrha Nikos

Hours Earlier

"JAUNE!" Pyrrha cried as the Bullhead flew away. She had kept silent for the whole time Jaune had been getting on, and had even waved back as the door closed, but she couldn't help it when the Bullhead flew away.

It was all her fault, if she hadn't distracted them, they may have noticed Torchwick. If she had noticed the shot, it wouldn't have hit her and wouldn't have allowed the pink and brown haired girl to sneak up on Weiss.

She blinked the tears away. There was no way she was just going to let Jaune be taken away just like that. She was going to hunt him down, and make Torchwick pay for kidnapping him. Who knows what Jaune would go through if he didn't cooperate?

They better not hurt him, or I swear I will…

"Um…Pyrrha?" Ruby's timid voice broke into her world of anger. The young leader of RWBY was looking at her nervously. "You've got a scary look on your face, are you okay?"

Pyrrha took a deep breath, getting a control over her thoughts. She tried to small reassuringly, but all she could muster was something weak that wouldn't convince a baby.

"I'm fine Ruby, just worried about Jaune."

"Pyrrha, I know you are worried about him, but there is nothing we can do just standing here. We need to head back to Beacon and report to Ozpin. He'll know what to do." Blake calmly suggested, any trace of emotion scrubbed from her voice.

Pyrrha could see the logic in the statement and let out a long breath. She looked up. "Yeah, you guys are right, you are all probably tired. How are we going to get back?"

"I called in an extraction shuttle after Torchwick shot you." Yang's speech was controlled, but her red eyes gave away her true anger.

Pyrrha merely nodded and sat down on a chunk of asphalt that had been ripped from the ground in the battle, putting her head in her hands. Ruby came and sat beside her, nervously poking her fingers together.

"Pyrrha? Please talk to me. I know you're really feeling horrible about what happened, but it's not your fault! If anything, it's my fault for distracting Jaune after the mech went down. If I had waited a little, then we could've seen Torchwick climb out, and this all could be avoided and we could be at Beacon all safe and…" Ruby's rambling came to a halt as Ruby stared at the ground, her face full of sorrow.

Pyrrha turned her head to look at Ruby, seeing the normally cheerful girl on the verge of tears, then jerked her head upwards to see Weiss standing in front of them, an angry look on her face.

"You two need to stop moping about. Blaming yourselves about Jaune's situation isn't going to help anyone, it's only going to hinder us." Weiss's voice was cold and forceful. "Ruby, you dolt, we should have all been paying attention. There is no one to blame for that, so stop blaming yourself. You are our leader, and you need to be strong for all of us."

Ruby stared at Weiss, surprise in her eyes, but Weiss had already turned her blue eyes to Pyrrha's green.

"And you, Pyrrha. The same goes to you. Jaune may be your partner and your best friend, but he was also a good friend to the rest of us. Don't mope around, it's not becoming of you. Now that Jaune was unfortunately taken away, you are the de facto leader. What I said to Ruby goes for you too."

Pyrrha knew Weiss was right, but actually doing what was being asked of her was next to impossible. How could she just put Jaune's situation out of her mind?

Her thoughts must have escaped into her expression. Weiss's expression softened and her words were more comforting, an odd thing coming from 'The Ice Queen'.

"Pyrrha, look. We all are torn up about this, but as has been said before, there is no point in feeling bad for yourself. What we need to do is go to Ozpin and explain the situation to him. He will definitely help find Jaune, and then we can take our anger out during the search. But for now, we need to keep a level head. Jaune said he will be fine, and he doesn't say many things without meaning them."

Pyrrha merely nodded, her anger draining away with each word Weiss said. Satisfied, Weiss stepped away and moved back to her Blake and Yang, taking Ruby with her.

Pyrrha looked into the distance where she thought she could still make out the Bullhead.

Jaune, I hope you're right, and you do come back safe.

Jaune Arc

Present Time

Jaune felt the same feeling as he had when he had landed in Remnant, a tugging, stretching, shrinking, heating, cooling feeling. Red and black light swirled around him as he finally was spat out, landing on his knees next to the woman who looked down at him.

"Can I ask you something?" Jaune didn't wait for a response. "How did you figure out how to do that?"

She continued looking at him. "It's my semblance. You don't need to know more than that."

Jaune glared at her, but decided to not continue asking questions. He would have time for that later.

He got up off his knees, looking around. They were in what looked to be a living room mixed with an office. A desk sat in the corner with a computer on it, papers all over it. A couch sat in the middle of the room, facing a TV. A door led off to what looked like a kitchen, and three other doors to what were likely a bedroom, a bathroom, and the outside.

The room as a whole didn't seem to suit the tall, intimidating woman at his side, but then again, she had just opened a portal that seemed to be related to what had sent him to Remnant. He didn't know what to expect any more.

"Nice place. Rug really ties the room together." Jaune commented, waving his arm at the rug that was lying in front of the sofa.

The woman just turned to look at him, shook her head slightly, and motioned to the couch. They both sat down and waited for the other to start talking.

"Good talk" Jaune finally said.

The woman cocked her head. "Jaune Arc, you really are a special specimen. You get kidnapped and taken to the White Fang's largest base, get taken from there by me, and still manage to poke fun at me?"

"It's a talent. Among others." Jaune grinned, then let the smile die. "You said you were going to tell me what you need help with?"

"I did. As far as I know, you are the only person I can think of who can help here. I know all your secrets Jaune, and I have ways to make sure you don't escape if I choose to detain you. So please do cooperate."

Contender for 'Most Mixed Messages' right here. Threats of torture after taking me to her home? Jeez.

"Alright, so you're really powerful. You know how to stalk people really really well. You can use portals at a whim. That sword is not just for decoration. Given all of this, what exactly can I do that you can't? What is it that you need my help for?" Jaune leaned back, hands moving animatedly.

"Your brain Jaune. I have seen what you are capable of doing, and for me to achieve my goals, I need that." The woman stated simply.

Jaune was surprised. What exactly were her goals? He decided to ask.

"And to what end will my brain be used? White Fang? Crime? Something else?" Jaune knew that the woman was not with Ozpin, or she would have taken him directly to Beacon.

"Against the Grimm."

The answer gave him pause. That lined up perfectly with one of his topmost priorities.

"As in, killing them and protecting the world?"

"As in killing them, finding their source, and killing that too."

"You want to end the Grimm once and for all?"

"Yes, that is my goal."

"And you are all by your own?"

She nodded in affirmative.

"How are more people not with you? Isn't this the whole point of being a Hunter or a Huntress? I bet Ozpin would support you if you talked to him. You said that you had gone to Beacon, so he should know you."

She didn't reply for a few seconds.

"Ozpin and I... have our disagreements. His team don't agree with my methods of going about solving my problems, and have refused to help. Everyone else either has an agenda of their own or agree with Ozpin over me. You are the first person I have met that seems to share my view of the world."

"And what view is that?" Jaune thought he already had an idea.

"Our goals above all. Accomplishing our tasks through any means necessary. You built an entire array of clones and outfitted them, all to accomplish a goal of gathering resources that were independent of Ozpin."

Jaune couldn't help but be impressed at how perceptive this woman was. Maybe an alliance truly was a good idea.

"That is true. And I do share the same goal as you; the Grimm must go."

"So you agree with me. Good. Now, do you accept my offer to work together on this end goal?"

"Yeah, sure why not. I don't know anything about you, but I got a good feeling you'll warm up to me."

"…"

"Yeah, a bit out of place. Sorry, couldn't help it. Now, about getting me home? I really need to get back."

The woman nodded, swiping a sword through the air, forming another portal.

"Sweet. Though I do want to know one thing before I leave. Can't keep calling you 'mysterious scary lady', so what's your name?"

She just stared at him as she had done many times since their meeting in the White Fang building.

Jaune shrugged and moved to step into the portal, when her voice stopped him.

"Raven."

He grinned. "Told you you would warm up." He didn't wait for a response and stepped through the portal.


Obligatory AN: What'd you think of the chapter? Anything I can fix? Anything you especially liked? Please review and PM me with this stuff, I love to get them and it helps me write better. Thanks for reading!