"So how did it go?" Raziel asked from where he lounged on the balcony of their room, glancing over as Roxas and Axel swept into the room. Cloud merely nodded in greeting, returning to the busy task of napping with his arms crossed. "Who won?"

"JNPR." Roxas said, taking a seat onto his bed and falling backwards. "It was an interesting match. Nothing like you would see in the wasteland. Too much talking."

"Yeah, and what was the deal with them arguing over the name of team attacks?" Axel pondered aloud, leaning against the wall. "In the middle of the fight too."

"Well, we knew things were different in the cities." Raziel reminded the fairly. "Run into RWBY while you were out?"

"Nope, not this time." Roxas said, stretching on his bed. "We saw them watching the match though."

"We should find something to do." Cloud said, not bothering to open his eyes. "Just sitting around like this is counterproductive."

"Counterproductive?" Axel repeated skeptically. "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Cloud, but we can't really do much. According to Ozpin no students are allowed to accept contracts during the time of the main tournament."

"I'm with Cloud on this one." Roxas chimed in, "Just because we can't take a contract or go outside doesn't mean we have to just sit around. There's no rule saying we can't have a few practice fights amongst ourselves."

"Fights among us are rarely just for practice." Raziel reminded them. It was true. They each had a fierce drive for victory and as such it made practice bouts quickly turn into the real thing.

"Ooh, what's this I hear about a fight?" A certain blonde female huntress asked, strolling into the room without so much as a hint of a courtesy knock. "You boys thinking about throwing down for a bit of fun?"

"Something like that." Axel said, raising an eyebrow at the interruption. The rest of Team RWBY strolled into the room, followed shortly after by JNPR. "I see we have company."

"Surprise!" Ruby said a tad unnecessarily. "We haven't seen you guys around very much so we thought that we would drop by. We ran into these guys on the way and they decided to tag along."

"Sorry about dropping by unannounced." Jaune said with a good-natured wince, marking the first time that the interruption had been formally acknowledged. "Did you guys make it to the match?"

"Sure did." Roxas said, sitting up and shooting JNPR a grin. "It was pretty cool, seeing you guys fight. Nora, your semblance is pretty cool. Is there a limit to it?"

"Roxas." Raziel interjected before Nora could say anything, an admonishing look on his face. Roxas had been, albeit very slyly, attempting to gather information about Nora's semblance. It was a common practice in the wasteland, one could never be sure when such information could be handy. But here it seemed unnecessary. Since they were out of the tournament Raziel could see no good reason as to why they would ever have to fight anyone currently in the room. He turned his attention to the teams and smiled, abashed. "Sorry about that, did you guys have something in mind?"

"Well we were just going to walk around the parade grounds." Yang said slowly, her eyes lighting up. "But now I have a better idea."

"A better idea?" Pyrrha asked uncertainly, this clearly news to her. "I had thought we were going to enjoy the festivities as well, it would be a welcome rest after the fight."

"Oh, come on." Yang said, wrapping an arm around Pyrrha's shoulders and pulling her in close. "There are still plenty of days left in the tournament. We can walk around afterwards if you want. But right now I want to see these guys fight!"

"Come again?" Blake asked.

"Yang overheard us talking about how we were starting to get a little bit bored just watching the fights." Axel explained quickly. "Apparently she wants to see us fight."

"You guys got to see us fight when we took on those Grimm the other day." Roxas reminded them. "I don't see why it really matters-."

"Uh, hello?" Yang asked, cutting him off. "We were sort of busy then. Come on, it's only fair. You've seen us fight, we should be able to see how you fight too."

"Ooooh, yes!" Nora added. "We can bring snacks. Ren you can make pancakes!"

"Nora, you ate the pancake mix last night." Pyrrha reminded her.

"Oh, that's fine we have some in our room." Ruby said consolingly.

"No… she ate that too." Ren said apologetically.

"Wait, she ate our raw pancake mix?" Weiss asked, her voice torn between disgust and outrage. "That's terrible!" It was unclear as to whether she was referring to the theft of their mix or the fact that Nora ingested potentially harmful ingredients.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Jaune said.

"Are all of your conversations this meaningless?" Cloud asked, opening one eye and somehow managing to convey a large amount of disdain through it. "Or do you make a special effort when we are around."

"Hm…" Yang mused, apparently considering this to be a serious question. "Nope, this is pretty much how we are all the time. Pretty fun, right?"

Cloud didn't answer, closing his eye once again and resuming his silence. "Anyways, did you really want to see how we fight?" Raziel asked, steering the conversation back on track. "Or were you just having one of those ideas that you forget about in a few seconds?"

"Nope, it would be cool!" Ruby said eagerly. "Like Yang said, when we were fighting the Grimm we were sort of… distracted. Besides you didn't even let your wing out against them. I don't think that you were really taking them seriously."

"Oh, we were." Raziel quickly shut down the idea. "But… well. Don't worry about it. If things had gotten dangerous, then we would have actually gotten truly serious. Wastelanders are governed by different rules than you are when we use our semblance. We really aren't allowed to use them unless the contract really needs it."

"But doesn't that defeat the entire purpose of a semblance?" Blake asked. "To make fights easier, to increase your odds of survival?"

"I suppose, yes, if you were raised in the cities." Roxas shrugged. "But… for us using semblances is sort of looked down upon. Like, we are really only supposed to do it against other hunters. Using it against Grimm, well, it would make you lose credibility."

"That is just ridiculous." Weiss said, turning her nose up at the idea. "Why would using your semblance to survive ever be considered bad? You wastelanders really need to work on your sense of morals."

"Maybe." Raziel said, not willing to begin that argument. "Maybe not. In the meantime, do you have any idea where we can go for our little practice bout? We need somewhere a bit… open."

"Well there is always the cafeteria." Nora offered happily. "We had a huge fight there, it was awesome, and I hit Yang with a watermelon…" She continued to rattle off the details of the fight as the wastelanders listened with increasing disbelief and skepticism.

"The courtyard might be a better fit." Blake said, speaking a bit loudly to be heard over Nora's tale. "Plenty of open space."

"And plenty of people to see us." Raziel said, shaking his head as he shot the idea down. "No thanks, we need someplace with a bit of open area and privacy. We're still wastelanders. We don't want everyone to see our semblances."

"That makes sense." Pyrrha agreed, her eyes distant as she attempted to think of such an area. "What about the recreational building? It is completely empty right now, not a single piece of equipment."

"That sounds good." Raziel agreed. "How big is it?"

"Huge." Ruby said comfortingly. "You will have plenty of room to move around. You guys want to head over now?"

Raziel glanced around the room at his team and they each nodded their agreement. "Sure." He said, grabbing his swords from where they rested on his bed and strapping them across his back. "Let's go. But before we go, I should warn you. Stay as far away from us as you can. Our fights tend to be a little… much. To an outsider it may even look like we are trying to kill one another. Rest assured, that is not the case."