If this chapter seems a little awkward at the start, it's because it was actually put in after the story was complete, oddly enough. I do think it adds something to the story.

Storm knocked on the red door. Since he and Rayne were in the neighborhood, he decided to check on his uncle Norbert and aunt Shay. He hadn't seen them much since the battle, so he felt like he needed to talk to them. Very quickly, the door opened, and his uncle Bertie stood before them.

He smiled and hugged Storm and Rayne tightly, his big arms almost squeezing the breath out of Storm. "Hello, Storm and Rayne," Norbert said. He stepped back and asked, "How are two of my favorite nephews?"

"I'm okay," Storm replied.

"I'm fine," Rayne said.

"How are you?"

"Good, good, though I've got a bit of a limp right now. It should pass." He started to go inside, and gestured for them to follow. "Come in, come in. It's pouring like there's no tomorrow out there." Storm was glad to welcome out of the rain, and into his aunt and uncle's house. He made sure to wipe his feet first, and then went in.
The entryway open up into the living room on the right, and the kitchen on the left. Shay was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich, as they passed and Norbert said, "Shay, we've got company."

Shay looked up, and her white fox ears flattened. "Not your relatives. It's bad enough when Hope comes around, but the last time these two were here…"

"They were three, okay? They won't do that again." He honestly didn't remember what he had done when he was three, but apparently it caused Shay to dislike the two of them. "Besides, not all relatives can be such a joy as yours."

"They're just a little grumpy that I married a human. I wish they could have a little more of a progressive attitude towards us."

"Yeah, just not too progressive." While they bickered, Storm and Rayne had sat down on the couch. He remembered when they would visit his parents, and they would occasionally bicker like this. He found it best to ignore them and go about whatever they were doing, because as much as they argued, they still loved each other a whole lot.
Norbert sat down in his chair, and looked intently at them. "So, why exactly are you here?" Norbert asked.

"Just to see if you were okay, mostly," Storm said.

"Well, as you can see, we're fine," Shay said from the kitchen. Norbert seemed a little annoyed, but wasn't going to say anything that might spark another argument.

"Is Skye okay?" He had seen Redell at the tail end of the battle, and he seemed fine if a little winded, so he was more concerned with his other cousin.

"Sure," Norbert said. "She's got the strength of an elephant, remember?" He smiled. It was her semblance actually to mimic the talents of certain animals for an amount of time. Though he didn't want to know what would happen if she mimicked a rabbit. "She's fine. Don't worry. In fact, there almost seemed to be fewer casualties than you'd expect from a Grimm invasion."

Storm didn't know much about that. He had been at Beacon the whole time, and there didn't seem to be many students dying there, though he did remember one or two dying. Mostly soldiers died, which was a testament to their loyalty—they were ready to give their lives not only for their country, but for someone else's as well. Then he got his mind off the dead, and focused on the living.

He remembered something that he definitely had to bring up—Crystal. "Norbert, there's something I have to talk to you about alone," he said.

Rayne looked suspiciously at him, though didn't say anything. His silence made it a lot easier for Storm. Norbert nodded, seemingly understanding. He turned to the kitchen and called, "Shay, Storm and I are going out to the workshop."

"Okay." Apparently she wasn't that curious.

The two of them got up, and Norbert led him outside. In the backyard was a shed a little smaller than their living room, and had a simple construction. They went in, and Norbert turned on the light. The air was thick, and there were wood shavings on the workbench. It was then that Norbert turned back to face Storm, and he seemed a little hesitant. "Did Skye tell you about the order?"

"Yeah," Storm replied.

"Well, is this about them?"

"Yeah," Storm said. "I told someone else about it."

Norbert's aura was red with frustration, but he didn't yell or anything. "Were they trustworthy?"

"If anyone is, she is."

He cocked his head. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"No! She just had a lot of suspicions about certain… events."

Norbert cocked an eyebrow. "What events?"

Storm took a deep breath in and said, "I think we encountered some of their agents."

His eyes grew wide with surprise. "They're moving in the open?"

"Not quite. They only stopped us from trying to fight someone."

"Hm. Who was it?"

"It doesn't matter. But I do know about some of their members."

"Tell me."

He described Jet and his allies—the woman with the Grimm mask who wore purple and black, and the man with red hair and a green coat. He also told him how they fought and his own speculations on their semblances. Those were the only ones he knew about, though Crystal or Faye might have encountered others.

When he finished, Norbert was quiet for a little while. "In over twenty years I haven't encountered a single member of the Order," Norbert said. "But now, you encountered three at once. They're either getting bold or desperate. Whoever this new threat is, after they're gone, the Order might be brave enough to strike from their hiding place. You're going to have to train as hard as you can to beat this threat, Storm. You, Rayne, and Redell are all going to have train for the coming battle. Because if we lose, no one will even know they've lost."

Rusti knocked on the door of his brother's apartment. Azura was next to him, as she had insisted on coming with him. He didn't know why, but maybe she just wanted to meet Tyson—which made him wonder even more. The door was answered by the pale woman he'd run into when he left last time. While one could say she frowned, she was already frowning before she could recognize Rusti. "What do you want?" she said.

"I want to see my brother," Rusti said impatiently.

The woman frowned even more than before—which hadn't seemed possible before. "Let us in," Azura said in a low, almost threatening tone.

The pale woman glanced at her. "You have blue hair, tan skin, and violet eyes. You have a pistol concealed by your coat, though there's a definite outline where it is. You're standing six inches from Rusti, which means you're close, but have no romantic feelings for each other or else you'd be standing closer. You're Azura Eastwood, Rusti's teammate and partner, as well as former resident of the village Far Edge. No threat from you is one I would take seriously."

Azura sneered at her, and it looked like they were going to fight, when Tyson's voice came from inside, shouting, "Tzila, who's at the door?"

"Your brother and his partner," she shouted back.

"Good, send them in."

She stepped aside, though not happily. "If I had my way, you wouldn't be anywhere near him," she said quietly as they walked past her. Rusti stuck his tongue at her, but quickly put it back in—with the look she gave him, she might have cut it out.

Tyson was sitting in his wheelchair in the living room, a wide grin on his face. "Two visits in less than a week!" Tyson said excitedly. "They should have tournaments more often."

"Then we'd have more Grimm invasions because of sore losers," Rusti said.

"I don't think I've ever seen a loser sorer than her though." They both nodded.

Azura put her hand forward and said, "I'm Azura."

"Right, introductions always slip my mind," Rusti said, somewhat embarrassed. "Tyson, this is Azura Eastwood, my partner. Azura, this is my brother Tyson."

"Nice to meet you, Azura," Tyson said, shaking her hand.

"You too," Azura replied.

The pale woman from earlier moved around Rusti and Azura to stand next to Tyson. "So, is she your assistant?" Rusti asked, gesturing to the woman.

"Oh, right, this is Tzila," Tyson said. "When I said assistant before, it wasn't quite right. She's more of a… bodyguard, is that right?"

Tzila—that sure sounded like the name of giant monster—nodded. "Correct, though not full time, if you'll remember."

Rusti looked questioningly at the two of them. "Why do you need a bodyguard?"

Tyson shrugged. "Comes in handy when there's a Grimm invasion."

"And for something else," Tzila said. What did that mean? She turned to Tyson. "I think you should tell them."

Rusti was a little nervous. Was he getting a sister or something? "What do you mean?" he asked very quickly. "Tell me what?"

Tyson took a cane off the side of his wheelchair, and began to lean on it. Rusti was about to rush to help him, but he waved him off. He then stood up out of his wheelchair, perfectly straight. Rusti was amazed, and Tyson's smile was wider than he'd ever seen it. "Tzila unlocked my aura, so I heal faster now, and I don't break as easily."

"That's great!" He turned to Tzila. "Thank you! Thank you for this!"

"All part of my job," Tzila replied. He didn't know much about her, but he would certainly find something to show her his gratitude.

Tzila is going to come back in subsequent stories, though I only have a general plan as to what those might be. Fun times.