Remnant DxD

by Dessel Ordo

When an 11 year old Jaune Arc wandered out into Forever Fall hoping to become Remnants youngest huntsman, that should have been it for the foolish kid. Luckily a passing devil saw potential in him and re-incarnated him. Now, 6 years later House Bael has sent him to attend Beacon Academy to learn more about his homeworld, and establish his own peerage. What could possibly go wrong?

24. Chapter 24: Ominous Rumblings

Another year (thankfully and mostly) done and gone. Never thought I'd be here at a quarter million words, with 559 favorites and 640 followers! You guys all rock, and I seriously can't thank you enough for your continued support, and for taking this ride with me!

As usual, I dont own RWBY or Highschool DxD, and dont earn a single penny off of doing this.

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Weiss is pacing. She knows she is pacing, and that it is making her appear to be many different things, depending on who is watching. She believes that that is perfectly justified, given her team's current predicament.

Which is sitting in a holding cell at the VSPRD headquarters, trying to decide who they will use their respective scroll calls on.

Part of her is glad that the officers had put them in an empty holding cell, allowing them to talk openly and honestly without interruption. Another part of her, the part trying to think through the cold, clammy, restrictive sensation that had been pervasive since they had been arrested and put into aura restricting cuffs.

Everyone knows that, before you have a huntress' license, you must notify the authorities if it falls to you to step up to stop tragedy or a crime.

Except, Blake, apparently.

She had skipped that vital first step, and just called them when Torchwick had played his hand at the White Fang rally. The monkey-tailed Rapscallion, who himself is a team leader had skipped or forgotten about that vital step as well when he and Blake had been the only ones in pursuit..

Part of her wishes that the drunks in the holding cell across from them were in their cell, able to give them advice on what to do when you and your friends need to pick who to call to have your bail posted.

They had all been too high on the rush of having stopped Torchwick's rampage and defeated a piece of cutting edge military hardware before the angry protests and shouts of the non-combatants on the highway above were lobbed at them, alongside a few pieces of garbage. Needless to say the high was long gone when they had been loaded into the police van, and cuffs or not, the seriousness of their situation finally settled in.

Once the van pulled into the walled compound of the VSPRD headquarters, and had parked in the underground garage, Ruby had been oh so certain that Headmaster Ozpin would be waiting for them. They were instead greeted by a stone faced female officer, who was silent as she led them and the officers that had been holding each of them by the arm or shoulder as they followed her.

They weren't reunited with their weapons, nor brought before any of Beacons faculty.

They were instead taken to a small room, where each of them were subjected to a quick, professional pat-down, before being taken to the cell the team is now waiting in with completely empty pockets. The cuffs hadn't been removed until after the cell door had been locked.

The bindings had remotely opened and fallen from their wrists. The neon blue glow tracing the corners of the large, plain room were a visual reminder of the constant, oppressive pressure of their auras being artificially suppressed. Plain gray concrete floors and walls, save the one between the hallway and cell, which is made of thick, ceiling to floor glass punctuated by evenly spaced air holes.

A tray had slid out of the solid steel door, and they had been instructed to place the no longer needed cuffs inside it. After all four pairs were placed inside, it had retracted to the other side of the cell door.

The officer informed them that, since all of their fingerprints were in the Kingdom's system now, they could press any of them to the thumbpad to the side of the terminal built into the wall, it would synchronize with their scrolls contact list, and they could each make their call before it locked them out.

Then they had been alone in the cell. Well, mostly alone.

There is still a pair of security cameras observing them and the half dozen drunks in the identical cells across from them.

Yang had tried to communicate with the clearly drunk huntsmen by pantomime. Communications had quickly broken down after one flipped her the bird, and another mooned her. That had been half an hour ago.

Currently, Yang is leaning against a bare patch of the wall, one foot planted on the wall, her arms crossed. She is clearly trying to look both cool and calm, unaffected by their predicament. Her wide eyes, mouth pressed into a thin, unmoving line, and toe rapidly tapping the wall make it clear that she isn't.

Ruby is hunched over on one of the benches, faced away from the outside of the cell, hands pressed against her skull, rapidly and unintelligibly muttering to herself. She had dry-heaved into the plain, backless steel toilet at the back of the cell after the officer had left.

Considering that there isn't anything in the cell she could use to wash the sick from her mouth, Weiss thinks she is quite lucky that nothing had actually come up. The youngest girl is still shaking, however. Clearly the night had taken its toll.

Blake looks up from the small, lumpy and uncomfortable looking, blanket-less 'bed' she is laying on. There are a dozen of those lining the cells walls, and three more long benches spaced evenly down the center of the cell's central space.

The currently bowless Faunus actually looks relaxed, one eyebrow quirked, one leg drawn close to her chest, the other resting on the bed. "That's at least the twentieth lap you've made around the cell, Weiss. You're going to wear a path in the concrete at this rate." At that she turns her face back into the book that was leaned against her raised leg.

Wait. Book?

"Where did you get that book from, Blake? The officers put us in here with nothing but the clothes on our backs. They even took your bow and Ruby's cloak!"

The raven-haired girl shrugs. "Someone else left it between the mattress and bed-frame. I'll put it back either before we turn in, or after one of us gets someone to come bail us out."

That gets a spark of life from Ruby. "What about Dad? Think he'd come if we called him, Yang?"

The blonde blows out a derisive snort. "He's in Patch, Rubes, we'd still end up spending the night in here." The bombastic blond pushes off of the wall, crossing the room to flop onto one of the beds a few down from the one Blake had claimed. She winces as her back hits the mattress. "Besides, he'd totally blow a gasket about us getting arrested."

"I mean, it was kind of for a good reason, though, wasn't it?" She tries, but her usual cheerfulness, and all of her enthusiasm for this debacle clearly aren't there right now.

Yang snorts again, crossing her right arm over her eyes, the left waving aimlessly in the air as she replies, "Hey, Dad, we know you told us to stay out of trouble and focus on getting good grades and learning, but, we kinda need you to come post bail for us. Don't worry though, we're only locked up because we picked a fight with one of the Kingdoms most famous criminals who was piloting an experimental Atlesian walker-suit thing before we got our licenses. Plus, y'know, a butt-load of collateral and more than a few hateful slurs sent our way. Everything's fine."

Silence falls for a few more minutes before sYang adds. "Maybe Uncle Qrow?"

That gets a snorted half chuckle from Ruby. "If he's even in the kingdom, he'd still tell Dad. Then he'd tease us about this for, like, the rest of our lives."

Yang groans at that, clearly agreeing and not wanting to push the line of thought any further. "Hey, Weiss-cream, I know we don't normally talk about it, but, well, you're rich, aren't you?"

Weiss stops her pacing to shoot a glare at her brash teammate. After the girl looks sufficiently apologetic, Weiss provides her answer: "Hello Father, I understand that you are probably still upset about me going to Beacon instead of Atlas Academy. Yes, I know perfectly well that you worked hard to have yourself and SDC executives make up the majority of the Academy's Board of Directors, that's precisely why I chose Beacon. What's that, you're angry about me ignoring your calls? I wouldn't have guessed it!"

She slaps her cheeks to her palms in false shock, bulging her eyes almost painfully wide open as she does so. "I'm terribly sorry about all of that, Father, I'm calling you from a public line that dozens of news stations and tabloids probably are listening in on to ask you to post bail for me. You see, I let my teammates-"

"Alright, sheesh, fine, we get it. Calling your old man would do more harm than good." Yang cuts her off. "No need to be a bitch about it." She adds, crossing her arms and looking over at the, still jeering, drunks in the cell across the hallway.

Huffing, Weiss doesn't dignify the blonde's dig with a response.

Ruby nearly jumps off the bench she had claimed when Weiss plops down next to her on it. "Umm, what about your sister, Weiss?"

She heaves a sigh. "Winter is currently on deployment, so calling her right now would get her in even more trouble than we're in right now." Blake opens her mouth, and Weiss immediately moves to cut her off. "Before any of you ask about the rest of my family, all of them are in Atlas, which is even further away than Ruby and Yang's father."

Blake squints at the heiress "Couldn't they just wire the lien? They don't have to be here in person to post bail."

Weiss knows she's proving Yang's accusation of her being a bitch correct right now, but can't really bring herself to care. "Oh, but, see, if we admit that, the biggest argument Yang and Ruby are using to stay out of trouble with their family is invalidated."

The cell goes silent again, neither Yang nor Ruby making eye contact with anyone else on the team. "What about you, Blake? Do you think your parents would bail us out without causing too much of a fuss?"

Blake carefully dog-ears the book she had been reading. She sets the worn paperback down on the bed she's reclining on, and turns her body so she can stare directly at Weiss.

"Hey Mom, hey Dad! I know we haven't talked since the two of you left the White Fang because it was becoming a terrorist organization instead of the civil rights group you founded it as, sorry about taking so long to make a call. Anyway, it turns out that Dad was right about my ex-boyfriend too, he wanted to start actively killing human civilians. Don't worry, I left the Fang when he tried to get me to follow his lead on that. I joined Beacon after running away from the Fang. I'd tell you more about how my life's been going, but, well, I kind of talked my team into trying to hunt down the White Fang's Vale Branch down ourselves. Mostly because I feel incredibly guilty about all the time I spent with them after they turned violent, and, well, we're in a holding cell because we got caught fighting them before we got our huntress licenses and causing massive property damage. I was kind of hoping you could come and post bail for us. Or, well, wire the money. I know that it'd take you months to get to us from Menagerie!" The upbeat chipper falsetto voice she delivers her prediction of what calling her family for help out of their current predicament makes it even more biting than Weiss' and Yang's use of the same tactic as an answer.

None of them talk for a while.

Blake eventually shifts on the bed to face the front of the cell again and returns to reading.

"I'm gonna give Team Juniper a call." Ruby announces after nearly ten minutes.

"Umm, Rubes, Nora and Ren are kinda orphans going to Beacon on a scholarship."

Weiss shakes her head at the blond brawler. Well, at her rebuttal. None of them are facing each other right now. "But Jaune comes from a big huntsman family here in Vale, and Pyrrha is a championship fighter. They might be able to get us out."

Blake hums in agreement, none of them wanting to get too loud while Ruby uses their first call.

Yang, keeping her voice low so as not to interrupt the call during the ten minutes her sister, well, all of them, are allotted. "I suppose if they can't, I can try Coco. Posting bail might be a bit above and beyond for an RA, but she seems cool that way. Plus, with her modeling career she probably has the lien to do it."

"And if that doesn't work?" Blake shoots back, voice pointedly neutral. Yang can only shrug at the question. And Weiss can't help but agree.

They'd be back to square one at that point, and half of the calls they all have would be spent. "You seem, awfully calm, Blake. Have you been..."

"Arrested before? Yes. I am aware of what the White Fang had turned into before I left it."

"So, it gets easier then?" Yang asks, clearly desperate for anything to avoid another long awkward silence.

The Faunus shrugs. "A holding cell isn't a prison cell. I will say I was still so keyed up that I couldn't fall asleep the first time I was in one of these." She smirks a bit as the memory ran its course. "Which ended up being a good thing that time. I was the only one of us in my cell. Waking me up to break me out probably would have woken up any others in the cell with me." She pauses, features looking somewhere between wistful and sad. "That wouldn't exactly have helped us get away clean." She adds.

Before anything else can be said, Ruby crawls onto the bed between Blake and Yang, and leans her back against the cell wall. "They're on their way." That gets everyone to perk up a bit, and Blake, true to her word, closes the book she had been reading, and slides it back between the mattress and bed-frame, immediately climbing back onto the lumpy mattress after doing so. "Blake, how long has it been since you last talked to-"

"Don't." Blake cuts the prodigy off, frozen in place, and looking away from the rest of the team. "Just, please, don't go there, Ruby."

Ruby frowns, but nods her head. Not looking happy, but respecting Blake's privacy. Weiss decides to try to change the subject. Hopefully to something that will be less awkward. "You, mentioned an ex-boyfriend before, Blake? Any idea where he is?"

"Probably still with the White Fang, murdering humans for the crime of having been born . Or, if Remnant is very, very lucky, he died at some point between the last time I saw him and now."

Needless to say, the wait for Team JNPR after that is long, silent and awkward.

The Valean Special Police and Recon Departments headquarters is, well, fortress-like begins to describe the compound, but it's just that, a beginning.

The thick wall rises at least a dozen feet above the two and three story shops and homes of the surrounding neighborhood. Each corner of the walls sports an octahedral tower rising another twenty still. The main entrance, a wide rectangular steel gate is at the center of the stretch of wall running along the road.

Craning his head up, Jaune can see another pair of towers rising from the wall, one to either side of the gate, the same shape as the corner towers, protruding from the wall like the other towers, but only rising six feet, at most, from the top of the wall.

Both of the gate towers have steel tracks along their inside edges, clearly to allow for the gate to be raised if any of the squad cars, police vans or APCs the department uses need to enter or exit the precinct.

Each of the gate towers have a series of gun slits running up their length, and all six visible towers are topped with mostly enclosed steeple-topped battlements. Each is big enough for a dozen or so officers to man, in a worst case scenario, Jaune would estimate. The outer wall sits maybe a dozen feet back from the road, and all of the adjacent lots must be owned by the city, as they are empty and have very shortly cut grass.

A more or less uniform line of wooden fencing marks the end of the empty space – brightly illuminated by lights protruding from the machicolations under the wide, crenelated walkways at the top of the wall. Each stretch of wall has a quartet of spotlights evenly placed along the space between towers, none of them manned.

Jaune can make out, he thinks, one or two officers in each tower, and a handful lazily patrolling the walkway from his spot on the ground.

Then the team is at one of the two pedestrian entrances to the Headquarters.

The parking garage the taxi-bus had taken them to was kitty-corner from the empty lot. It had only taken up the back half of the lots it was spread across, and had only three levels above ground, but seven below. The thick pillars making up the buildings walls are placed so far apart the entire thing looked unstable, but had allowed him to clearly see the trio of nice-looking family homes it shared a rear lot-line with. The gravel between the parking garage and the road requiring even less maintenance than the grass surrounding the headquarters itself.

A bored looking officer in the dark, nearly black navy blue uniform of the department, his riot helmet strapped firmly in place above his body armored torso, and twin tonfa-smg's secure on his belt, meets them at the sealed door. He just stares as Jaune's team ambles to a halt in front of him. "We're, ah, here to post bail for Team Ruby?"

"Lemme see your ID's. Student and Kingdom." He replies in a calm, even tone. Not tired or bored. Matter of fact. The small cup of coffee steaming away on the table of the little covered guard station protruding from the tower next to the door hinted that it was probably still fairly early in the man's shift.

He swipes all eight plastic cards through a small machine in his station.

Well, that's what Jaune assumes he is doing, his workstation is shielded from the young Devil's sight, but they can all see the security camera trained on it as well as the camera trained on them. Only after eight beeps signal an ID being scanned does the officer return his attention to them, handing each of them their IDs and a clear plastic tote bin.

As they all look for a place to set their respective bins before filling them, he keys the walkie-talkie on his shoulder "Another team of Academy students here to bail out the crew we brought in earlier tonight." Not really paying attention to any of them as he does so.

He does… Something… And a hole in the wall on his side of the guard post slides open, revealing a conveyor belt about twice as wide as the totes.

Not needing to be prompted, all of them disarm themselves and begin moving to return their weapons to the officer. He holds his hand up. "Everything metal and empty the pockets, kids. You have a metal detector, x-ray and pat-down before you're clear inside Headquarters."

Grumbling, all of them set about removing belts, clearing their pockets and unclipping extra iterations of their emblems from the casualwear they had arrived in.

Pyrrha pauses when she is down to her short-sleeved blouse, slacks and the pair of intertwined, ruby-eyed ouroboros bangles that are the physical manifestation of her sacred gear. Everyone outside the team just thought they were a bit of jewelry Jaune had bought her.

However, having died and been brought back to life to receive them, they were a bit more important to her than a simple gift from a friend. The way she is nervously spinning the one on her left arm with her right hand, half-hugging herself to do so makes that much clear. Jaune gives her a small, reassuring nod, and his partner and Queen adds those too to her tote bin.

She is the last to pass her bin to the officer, who feeds it to the conveyor belt and waves them along. Jaune waits for Pyrrha to enter the building before following her through the door.

The security checks take half an hour for the four of them.

The checkpoints are laid out in a straight line, with one guard manning each station, and a pair at each door separating them. Each member of the team is only allowed to proceed when the station they have to pass next is empty.

After the pat-down, they are reunited with their wallets, given a plain black lanyard with a large, white and yellow 'guest' pass hanging from it.

Ren, who had been at the group's rear, joins them with a wince.

A bullhead had started landing as Jaune stepped back outside, and the noise is nearly deafening. The ground level of the tower had been at least twenty feet from door to door, and just as heavily insulated and guarded as the rest of the Headquarters perimeter.

The wide lawn of the VSPRD is as neatly maintained as the grass outside the wall, the four lane driveway resuming on this side of the gate, though Jaune assumes that it is actually a pair of gates with a tunnel connecting them, considering how long the walk from the complex' outer defense to its interior had been.

Off to the left are half a dozen airship landing pads, the incoming airship, all black save for the silver VSPRD badge painted on the fuselage, angling for the one closest to the wall and them of the double row of pads.

The massive concrete edifice of the Headquarters looms ahead of them, rectangular and narrower at its base than the flat balcony that rests level with the top of the outer wall. A quartet of flak cannons sit unmanned along the wide face they can see, an additional gun barely visible at what is probably the center of the short segment of the building. A blunt, chisel-like pyramid rises above the wide defensive emplacement and is topped by a mass of antennas and light masts, just barely edging out the perimeter towers for height.

The driveway veers hard to the right, leaving a wide space of open yard between it and main structure. The lawn is only broken up by a wide, flat plinth with the department's crest painted on it. Unlike the uniforms and vehicles used by the department, this rendition is in full color. The spread-winged eagle's browns and whites standing out starkly on the navy blue kite shield, the cuffs and baton clutched in the bird's talons glinting under the banks of lights lighting the courtyard.

"This way." The officer escorting them grunts, leading them along the sidewalk that follows the road to their right.

Turning to follow, Jaune can see a small parking lot a few feet from the wall, but still more or less nestled into the corner. Above the entrance to the lot, a large, well-lit sign reading 'press' is plainly visible.

The road veers sharply back towards the center of the compound at that point. It doesn't go for more than a few feet, before it is swallowed by a hatch-backed access tunnel leading towards what must be an underground garage. The right incoming lane passing under a sign reading 'department', and the left under one marking it as access for officers on their way to start their shifts.

Beyond that, Jaune can see that the yard is mirrored along its central line.

The reincarnated King wants to call the department, and its security, overkill. That, of course, ignores that at, at least, three points in Vale's history, the Kingdom's criminal element had enough people with their Auras unlocked and trained, that the government was at a very real risk of being replaced or taken over by one organization from the underworld or another.

The officer leading them quickly darts across the road's pedestrian crossing as the grinding rumble of one of the gates opening behind them overpowers the sound of the landed bullheads engines slowly powering down.

The small group is led across the lawn, up a wide flight of stars to a fortified landing, then through the towering double doors of the main entrance and into an empty reception hall. Three desks, each in front of a bank of doors in the wall they are sitting near.

He leads them to the left set of doors, and swipes his badge against the center of the three that they can choose from.

"Clerical's going through a shift change. Holding cells and bail processing are at the end of the hallway I just unlocked. The desk you need should be manned by the time you get to them." At that, the disinterested officer turns and ambles back outside towards the door they had passed through.

Before the entrance can click all the way shut, it is pushed back open.

The first through it is an Investigator, clad in a campaign hat, an aggressively cut light blue short-sleeved dress shirt tucked into a pencil skirt and black leather shin high boots. Her uniform's cuffs and hems are trimmed with a thick stripe of black and white checkered fabric. What looks like a bardiche with a rifle of some sort integrated into it is slung across her back.

Behind her follow a pair of officers in the standard VSPRD uniform leading a line of six dazed looking men. Each of them have their hands held in Aura-restrictive cuffs, and are chained together at their feet and cuffs. Then, finally, an additional pair of officers are keeping the criminals moving.

Jaune, who had been holding the door that had been opened for his team, realizes he was staring, and jogs down the hallway to catch up with them.

Most of the doors, spaced equidistantly along either side of the hallway, have a thin, wide window at roughly head height. Some of the rooms are empty, others have an officer or two sitting across a table from cuffed prisoners. A handful are dark, with one-way glass making up everything of the wall he can see through the small openings.

A few officers walk past Jaune's team and are probably on their way to one of the locked rooms or back into the main part of the station.

Though, the first to approach them from behind had nearly had Jaune jumping out of his skin when the officer rested his hand on Jaune's shoulder to get his attention.

The scream that had escaped his throat before he tamped down on it had been very manly and he'll fight anyone who says otherwise tooth and nail. Tooth. And. Nail.

Aside from the fairly frequent inspections of their visitors passes, and mumbled 'excuse me's' as they maneuver around officers trying to do their jobs, the walk down the hallway is as uneventful as the rest of their visit to the Headquarters has been so far.

The door at the far end of the hallway empties them into a decently sized waiting room, a single desk at the back of the room manned by a bored looking dark skinned officer, her uniforms jacket and body armor hanging off the back of her chair, the white button-down that is the innermost layer of the VSPRD uniform the only garment on the officer visible with her half-slouched into the chair behind her desk.

The Team crosses the room, which is lined with the sort of bolted down banks of chairs Jaune is used to seeing at bus stations and airship docks. It's mostly empty, save for a very grumpy looking woman who is probably old enough to be his mom pacing up and down one of the aisles, and a bored looking guy in a suit sprawled across three chairs on the rooms opposite side.

They reach the desk, and, without looking up from her computer, or moving her head enough to shift the wavy black ponytail hanging over her shoulder and down to her short ribs, the officer asks "Who're you here for?"

The rest of his team looks to Jaune. He suppresses the urge to sigh, or scratch at the back of his head, and just as plainly replies, "Team Ruby. They, umm, got, brought in? Earlier tonight." Great, that made him sound like an idiot. Of all the times to lose his learned Devil political demeanor...

"Names."

Ren steps forward. "Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long."

The officer looks up at them and squints more than a little judgmentally. "That's gonna be forty thousand for the four of them." Jaune isn't able to suppress his wince as he pulls out his wallet at that.

Between his pay from successful Stray hunts and his share of the prize money for Rating Game wins he's built up a decent bankroll in the Underworld. Since his unorthodox promotion to King as a vassal of House Bael that amount has grown considerably.

His funds on Remnant, however, won't be up to the task.

He really, really hadn't wanted the first place he tries the card that, theoretically, will allow him to access his Underworld wealth on Earth or Remnant in a police station, but here he is.

He pulls the black plastic card, plain save for 'Arc' on the bottom left corner of its front from his wallet, and hands it to the officer. She raises an eyebrow before finally shrugging, and swipes the card through a reader under her desk.

A few minutes later, the machine lets out a small beep and she hands it back to him. "Chief, someone's here posting bail for the troublemakers. It's more academy kids." She announces into a small mic on her desk as he slips his wallet back into his pocket.

"Have them stick around, I'll walk the brats out and tell them what their situation is." A gruff, rumbling voice replies a few moments later.

The woman looks up, amber eyes half lidded, and clearly disinterested "You hear what the Chief said?" Jaune, and the rest of his team, nod an affirmative in response. The officer grunts, and gestures vaguely at the waiting room. Lacking anything else to do, the team picks some chairs more or less in the room's center and settles in to wait.

After a few minutes of waiting quietly, Nora quips "Soooo, is it just me or is this reeeaaally awkward?"

Pyrrha shifts to hide her mouth with her hand, audibly stifling a giggle. Ren simply nods. Stretching, Jaune replies, "A bit, yeah. That might just be the whole 'waiting around for our friends to get let out of jail' thing. I don't know about the rest of you, but I haven't really had a reason to even be in a police station before now."

"For something other than event security if things go wrong, I could say the same." Pyrrha replies as a haggard looking guy shuffles out of one of the doors adjacent to the wall opposite the one they had entered through. The woman, presumably his wife, looks like she is verbally tearing into him, though not loudly enough for them to hear. As she leads the hungover-looking man out of the waiting room, another guy walks in. Probably in his thirties, give or take a few years, and looking pretty pissed about being here. The officer at the bail desk gives him the same treatment they had Team JNPR.

Jaune and Pyrrha noted how quiet the last two members of the team were and turned to them. Ren gives a shaky nod of resignation.

Then the focus shifted to Nora. Who is still. Too still.

"Nora?" Jaune prompts, almost worried about what she will have to say.

"I, err... I was a kid?"

"One who didn't know that screaming about how she's going to 'break their legs' in a crowded mall is a good way to get you brought to the nearest precinct just to be safe." Ren deadpans.

Pyrrha snickers into her palm. Jaune drops his head into his hands. "So, what did they end up charging you with?" Jaune half groans through his spread fingers. He'd better find out what he's dealing with now than let his wallet take the blows later.

"Nothing! The people from the orphanage we were at that year picked me up, posted bail, and explained to the DA how I was just excitable, and was happy that Renny was gonna go to Signal with me and we could spend the rest of our lives hunting Grimm and being amazing together." Nora chirps, utterly shameless. Any further conversation is cut off as both doors at the back of the room swing open at once.

The door to the right has a pair of thuggish looking guys scamper out of it first. They make a beeline for the suit-clad guy, and actually start grovelling once they get close enough to not be overheard by the handful of other people in the room.

Following them are a very awkward, sheepish looking Team RWBY. They perk up a little bit on spotting Team JNPR, but don't rush over to them either.

Ruby is hugging one arm to her side, not really making eye contact with anyone or anything. Weiss' hands are clasped in front of her, her posture rigid and, to anyone who knows her, an ugly, too perfect, fake smile on her face. Blake is sulking, and, like her team leader not really looking at anything or anyone in particular, just following the group. Yang's hands are hanging loosely at her sides, and her gait seems easy, but her eyes are constantly darting from one of her teammates to another, not so much as a hint of a smile on her face, moving a bit stiffly and generally looking more like someone trying to impersonate her than herself.

From the opposite door, a mountain of a man wearing a snappy dress uniform enters.

Broad shouldered and tall, Jaune is pretty sure his head will only come up to the guys armpit. His face, from the pronounced brow, to the clean shaven hammer-like chin, angular nose and piercing blue eyes commands respect and intimidates naturally. The man's golden-blond hair, trimmed into a neat high and tight enhances his naturally imposing presence, which is somehow increased by the streaks of gray extending from his temples. His uniform has a Police Chiefs stars on either shoulder, and his left breast is weighted down with medals and commendations.

The department's Chief reaches Team JNPR a hair ahead of their friends, and doesn't waste any time. "I was going to ask how a bunch of academy kids were able to post bail, but then I noticed Nikos with you. No point having money if you don't use it, I suppose."

Before any of them can respond to that, Team RWBY's arrival is heralded by a full force squee of pure joy. Followed shortly by Yang Xiao Long, eyes wide and twinkling with delight, darting around the hulking officer. "Ohmygods it'sactuallyyou IcantbelieveIgettomeetyou-!"

Blake is the next from the other team to arrive. one eyebrow quirked, cat ears twitching irritably, and pointedly standing closer to Jaune and his team than her partner. "Yang? Who is that guy that you're acting so..."

"Much like a fangirl over?" Ruby offers resignedly as a second half for her teammate's statement as she joins the group, talking over Yangs non-stop rambling.

"-andIwaswonderingifIcouldgetyourautograph? I know I can't have my weapons inside your headquarters but if you sign a piece of paper I could totally etch it into Ember Celica later and I'll make sure to do it on the inside of them so its not trashy or something that will make you look bad or me stupid! Pleasepleasepleaseplease! Let me have your autograph!"

Ruby shrugs as Weiss takes a few steps back, face making it clear that she wants nothing to do with how her teammate is acting right now. In fact, Weiss looks more concerned with 'catching' whatever it is Yang may or may not have than her own appearance.

"That's Chief Gol Drake. He picked up the nickname 'Captain Dragon' before he got put in charge of the VSPRD. Yang has always kind of idolized him." The team leader continues, answering Blakes question and ignoring her sister's antics with only a slight blush coloring her face. Was this how she acts around special weapons?...Nah, no way! She knows how to keep cool. Right? Right!

"Well, of course I do! We both have the same kind of Semblance!" The Chief looks askance at Yang. He had been ignoring her, mostly observing the byplay between the two teams.

Yang freezes under the huge man's gaze. "Well, similar. We both have stored energy Semblances." Everyone was focused on the pair, missing Blake twitch as she recalled someone else in her life who also has a stored energy Semblance.

Yang continues, "I need to take hits to charge mine up; his is just - the longer he goes without activating it, the more powerful it gets. Is it really true that you need a four-fifths majority of the Valean Council to use your Semblance now? And how the heck did you get one that lets you shoot plasma of all things?"

The chief smirks, and motions for the students to follow him. "Kid, the last time I had to use my Semblance was a year after I made Chief. That was just over half a decade ago." That has Jaune, along with most of his friends, missing a beat and nearly tripping. "And my Semblance isn't plasma, it lets me generate wind and compress air. Mind answering how it is you know so much about me?"

Yang goes still, and a blush covers her face. Ruby snickers in mischievous blonde girl's eyes go wide, and she whips her head to the side to shoot a pleading look at Ruby, mouthing 'don't' at the same time.

Her pleas go ignored as Ruby obliges the Chief. "Oh, one of the times our Uncle babysat us when we were little, he was really hungover. Mom and dad had told him to make sure we didn't spend the whole day watching cartoons. I was kinda young, but I remember he put on that first documentary that got made about you, said something about it being educational and fell asleep on the couch. She'd just figured out her Semblance and got really into it."

"It was just the one documentary." Yang protests.

"Every time a new one on him came out you watched it as soon as you could. And you re-watch that first one all the time." Ruby half groans, half accuses.

"I don't watch it that often!"

Snorting, Ruby turns to face her sister as the Chief pauses outside at the sole occupied airship pad. "Normally you watch one of the bits about Chief Gol once a month. Since we came to Beacon has been the longest you've went since we were kids, Yang."

Jaune, trying to keep his focus on their surroundings as much as the conversation, notices a handful of officers holding plastic tote bins making their way towards them from the Headquarters entrance.

The hulking police Chief lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Would it be safe to assume that if things go poorly for you at Beacon, I'll be seeing a lot more of you?" Yang is glaring at the wall and faced away from the rest of the group, but her tiny nod is still noticeable. "Then hopefully we won't see any more of each other until you're settled down with a gaggle of brats and looking for a job that isn't as likely to get you killed on them as hunting down Grimm out in the wilds is."

Yang and Ruby flinch at that. Though he didn't intend to, that was a sore subject. Gol notices this before setting about to indulge Yang's request.

The officers with the rest of their things finally catch up with the group as the Chief scribbles something on a scrap of paper and hands it to Yang, who was decidedly more reserved as she muttered a low 'thanks.'

Gol started, "Now, before I let the eight of you get back to Beacon, there are some things we need to talk about."

Nora glances around at the now mostly deserted courtyard, "Umm, if we're headed back to Beacon, why did you take us to your landing pads?"

Weiss nudges the hyperactive ginger's stomach with her elbow. "Because! Civilian transit bullheads to and from Beacon shut down. Ten minutes ago. Even if we were able to get a cab to take us to the cliffs, the hike up those cliffs would take us until well after midnight before we made it back to campus."

The chief nods. "So. I held the most recent bullhead to land at my headquarters to take the eight of you back to Beacon. Deputy Headmistress Goodwitch will meet you at the docks and take it from there."

All of Team RWBY go pale at that. Well, Weiss goes more pale than normal, but that's semantics, Jaune supposes.

"P-Professor G-G-Goodwitch?" Ruby manages to stutter out.

Drak nods. "Yes, she overheard the tail end of my discussion about the four of you with Headmaster Ozpin and was rather vocally insistent that she speak with Team Ruby about tonight's indiscretion."

"Whhhhhy did you need to talk to the Headmaster about what we did?" Blake slowly asks, her face carefully neutral save for her wide eyes.

The officer nonchalantly shrugs. "Partly to reassure him that none of his students had been injured, and partly as a preliminary report for the insurance claims."

"Insurance?" Ruby dumbly echoes, clearly lost.

How could she not…? Ah, that must have been another thing she missed by jumping two years ahead. With that lovely thought, Jaune pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, Ruby. Insurance. Depending on how messy a fight between a licensed huntsman and an Auric-enhanced criminal gets, we're liable for a portion of the damage."

Gol nods, shooting Jaune a small approving smirk as he does so. "When an Academy student ends up in a situation like the four of you were in tonight, if you call in the incident that is, your Academy's insurance covers the damages you are responsible for. Otherwise, anything done by an individual with an Aura and Semblance who isn't licensed in their own right, falls to their parents' insurance."

Team RWBY all take a horrified step back. That, is exactly what they do NOT need.

Undeterred, Gol keeps going. "So far, the four of you have five million to split. Of course, that's just the rough estimate before Public Works does a proper assessment of how badly the highway was damaged, and the initial claims from the cars that were outright totaled and civilians who were able to be treated and sent home tonight. The fully adjusted numbers probably won't be ready until Friday at the earliest."

"But-but it was all Torchwick's fault! He was the criminal! He stole Atlesian military technology!" Weiss half shouts, half whines.

"He also hasn't seen the inside of a prison cell for over a decade. At this point, anyone not wearing a badge dumb enough to go after him on their own is pretty much considered to be the one at fault, Miss Schnee." The Chief dryly intones. "Which leads me to why I even bent protocol and contacted Beacon for your sorry lot. Schnee, your parents' insurance coverage outside of Atlas is fairly basic, and only covers a million lien' worth of damages."

Weiss grimaces. Yet another thing to add to her list of complications she did not want or need.

The Chief turns to face Ruby and Yang. "The better part of three quarters of that basic, million lien coverage from your father's carrier is currently tied up from that business with The Club. That claim is so wrapped up in red tape that I'd eat my badge if Junior isn't bribing a few key people very heavily to keep something under wraps."

Ruby glares heatedly at her sister as Yang gives an awkward smile.

Drak glances at the sole Faunus. "Belladonna, your parents, according to my staff, were shocked to learn that you're in Vale at all, let alone that you enrolled in Beacon. If I were a gambling man, I'd wager that this was the first they have heard of you for years if my officer wasn't being hyperbolic in his report to me."

Blakes eyes begin widening as she backs away from the Chief, slowly shaking her head.

"They're doing everything they can to get enrolled in an insurance program that will adequately cover you. However, with you having an outstanding claim, I doubt anyone will be willing to cover your family for a while."

Nora winces in sympathy as Blake goes from pale to sheet white, shaking her head in horror, eyes wide with fear as she steps away from Drak. "That's, wow, what's the worst we ever did Ren? Five thousand?" Ren nods at his partner's quip.

"Which is why I contacted good ol' Oz. He agreed to cover the incident on Beacon's comprehensive, Kingdom backed plan. Normally, in a situation like this, we'd select a few smaller charges to pin you with to make sure that you learn your lesson and go through the appropriate channels next time. But we agreed that the fact that the four of you will find it nearly impossible to get your own insurance without help after you get your licenses is lesson enough." Gol continues, gaze lazily traveling between the increasingly panicked looking team, apathetic to their plight and oncoming doom. "Well, that and the rest of the repercussions the four of you will have to deal with, and whatever detention Ms. Goodwitch has in mind for you kids."

"How is any of this fair!? We stopped Torchwick! We broke up that White Fang meeting!" Yang shouts, her fear and worry turning full circle into defensive anger.

"No, here's what you did: you found a lead, and scattered a recruitment drive. Now, Torchwick knows he needs to change his plans or increase security. The Fang will just use somewhere else for their big meetings now. And because of your recklessness we have over a dozen civilians injured. You're damned lucky no one was killed."

Team RWBY, its namesake especially, are shaken as they recalled the sheer vitriol of the people on the highway.

"A proper investigator would have watched, recorded and reported what you kids found out tonight."

Blake rallies, and stomps forward to stand next to her partner. The officers who had been loading their weapons and belongings onto the bullhead each offer their chief a brief salute before heading back towards the main building, more or less ignoring the Beacon students to do so. "None of your officers know the signs the Fang uses to mark their meeting places! It could ONLY have been us!"

Blakes shouted challenge and petulant stomp earns her a quirked eyebrow and terse frown from the VSPRD Chief. "That so? You sure you couldn't have told us those signs when you finally got around to letting the Kingdom know that a White Fang deserter had gone clean and was willing to help stop them?"

This calm retort swiftly takes a good deal of the steam from Blake's sails, if how she goes a touch pale and still is anything to go by. However the twist to the quiet Faunus' mouth tells Jaune that she is far from happy about that.

Gol isn't done."If I had known what my undercovers need to look for I could have had a dozen officers at that meeting. They'd be spreading through Vales branch of the Fang right now! Laying the groundwork for a single, devastating, sting to take the lot of them out in one go."

"At... least you still have a lead?" Ruby offers, tapping her fingers together as she glances back and forth between her teammates and the Police Chief. Her eyes are distinctly watery at the thought of the injured people she may or may not have had a hand in harming with her role in this incident. Especially when it is her sworn dream to just help people.

The Chief sighs, reluctantly nodding at the prodigy's attempt at calming things down. "For which I'm grateful. When we do move I doubt it will be as comprehensive of a bust as I'd like, but it's a good start." He pauses, straightens his uniform, and returns his gaze to Blake. "Belladonna, if you wind up in one of my holding cells again before you get your license, you'll have an ankle bracelet and a one-hour window every week to check in with my strictest Parole Officer."

"What?! No, please, don't do this, Chief Drak!"

"That's bullshit!"

"How dare you single her out!"

He waves his hands at the other three members of team RWBY dismissively. "It's two incidents for the rest of you still. I'm not being discriminatory or singling her out. In fact, I'm being downright generous. My predecessor would have already had her on parole after he found out she was former White Fang during the cleanup from that mess you kids helped out with at the docks."

"But we helped stop Torchwick and the Fang out there! The only one who wound up really hurt was me!" Ruby wails back, looking increasingly panicked again.

Jaune shrugs. "It's fair, because that's how all four Kingdoms agreed the Academy system should work when it was set up. Students get three strikes for vigilante action. Notify your academy or the nearest police precinct, and you get a sanction to deal with any emergencies if you're the only one there when it's happening. Third strike and it's parole until you either earn your license or flunk out."

Weiss spins on her heel, and plants her fists on her hips, glaring at Jaune. "And how exactly do you know about that, Jaune Arc. It isn't exactly something they covered much in our classes."

Jaune lets out a nervous chuckle, scratching at the back of his head. If he answers Weiss' question, he's as good as dead when his family shows up for the Vytal Festival. Gol, Jaune would bless him if the King weren't a Devil, throws him a bone. "So, how is your sister doing, Jaune?"

Saved, Jaune was happy to answer. "Oh, Aurora's pretty busy with wedding planning lately. The rest of her team's been doing odd jobs around the kingdom when she doesn't need them."

Grinning, the chief waves the students towards the bullhead as he steps out of their way. "Good. I'd hate for my next high profile hostage negotiator to get hurt running around outside the kingdom fighting every little thing that goes bump in the night."

"Um, sir, just because two of them are getting married doesn't mean her whole team is going to give up on being huntresses and huntsmen."

The chief waves again, which gets the students loading themselves onto the bullhead. "They haven't had their honeymoon yet, things could still change. Now stop wasting my pilot's time and go. The good Ms. Goodwitch still wants to get her pound of flesh, and you all have a tournament to prep for and classes to worry about."

_-*R-DxD*-_

The last week had been hell.

There was no other way to put it. Sage and Scarlet had been, understandably, pissed at him and Neptune for running off on the rest of their team. After all, going from the top of their class in Combat Class to barely scraping by a pass is kind of a big deal.

Having half of the team tardy for a few months will do that to a group based grade where participation is necessary.

When he had talked Neptune into helping him find out what had Blake, and her team, so riled up he had fully intended to have it stop at that. Maybe find some way to get Blake alone so she could vent some again. Really, Nep's charisma would have been the perfect distraction for that. Plus, friends should be friends with friends, a few more is probably exactly what Neptune needs to break out of his obsession with his own image. Now that he has one worth talking about.

Finding out that Blake and her team were up to something big had changed his plan a bit. The rest of his team hadn't exactly believed his plea of innocence when him and Neptune got back to the dorm - with dinner for their teammates, because that's what friends do – while the news was covering the cleanup of where Team RWBY's final showdown with Torchwick had happened. The fight hadn't lasted long, but Torchwick had definitely been on the losing side of it.

Not that it mattered who won or lost, people had been hurt. And Team RWBY ended up the scapegoat. The Beacon students and their transferred comrades will need to step up their game. The Valean Council had made some pretty stinging comments about the Academy, and Headmaster Ozpin. The fact that he hadn't made any counter statements all week made it pretty obvious that he'd probably been reprimanded behind closed doors, and wouldn't be bending any rules for students any time soon.

"Red's gotta learn when to step back and use that spear's reach." Nep mumbles at him. Sun nods, paying attention to the Beacon kids they are tutoring for extra credit. Haven has a pretty similar system for its students. Extra credit in combat class for tutoring the kids attending the affiliated Combat Schools.

"That's you, man. I'm more worried about the kid with the trench-knives. The way he just rushes in with them is gonna get him hurt or killed." Sun replies at the same volume. The kids can't hear them conferring like this, and it gives him time to unpack the constant, rolling fight that had been Team SSSN's existence for the last seven days. Neither Sage nor Scarlet had stayed at whatever table he and Sun sat at in the cafeteria.

"Dude, she spins that glaive like a quarterstaff. Totally your wheelhouse." His best friend points out, nudging him in the ribs with an elbow. Normally, this is the point Scarlet would jokingly ask when the two of them would finally start dating. The last thing he had said to him and Nep was to go fix their grades. "Dude, Remnant to Sun, you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Sun shakes his head and focuses on the sparring rings, two pairs of the septet that had signed up for tutoring from Academy students are currently going at it for them to watch. Just like Neptune had said, the slender, bossy red-head is in fact whipping her glaive around like a quarterstaff. The girl she is sparring against, a sunny, brunette rabbit Faunus is easily blocking all of her opponent's strikes with her studded kanabo.

"Just because she's fighting like I normally do doesn't mean she should be." The monkey-tailed Faunus checks his scroll for names quickly. "Chenelle, that rabbit Faunus chick is no-selling Red every time she goes in for a hit. I give it five more hits before she gets Amaranth in the gut."

Less than a minute later Sun's prediction becomes reality on the tip of the shorter girl's knee. Before the redhead lands, the brunette Faunus has her club shouldered, and a blast from the shotgun built into its core launches the other girl out of the ring. Sage probably would have had a bet with one of them on when that would happen. The last thing he had said to Sun was that he's a crap leader who's always thinking with his tail. A statement that has felt more and more like a double-entendre since he, got to Vale...

Neptune slumps over melodramatically, face slack. "Fine, fine. I'll walk her through a few of the tricks I picked up sparring with you. As Neptune trudges over to the freshly finished match, Sun looks over to the other.

The wiry, gray eyed kids constant deluge of lunges, thrusts and leaping attacks is brought to a grinding halt, just as predictably as the girls match had went. The bigger of the two, a tall kid in a tracksuit with a face like a hammer sidesteps a lunge, and forces the shorter of the two into a sloppy diving roll of a dodge with his double-headed battleaxe.

Before his opponent stops rolling, the bigger kid steps up, shifting his weapon so that the but of the tactical shotgun between the axe blades is pressed firmly to his shoulder. The business end of the pump action tactical shotgun nearly touching downed teens nose, making him go cross-eyed. Sun sighs, and splits Ruyi Bang and Jingo Bang apart. Showing the kid how to get a better flow going with a pair of short range weapons with integrated guns shouldn't be too hard.

By the time he reaches the pair, the winner of the match had backed off, letting the smaller, more wiry guy sit up. "You can't let yourself get distracted like that, Sin-man."

"I wasn't-"

"Either it was your half-sister practicing tongue sparring with Kobicha, or you were trying to show off and be as aggressive as Amaranth was." The burly kid cuts the younger off, nodding first to where the kid with sloppy brown hair is making out with the blue haired girl.

The seventh of the kids they are here to tutor is at least trying to hide his pouting at the couple by tinkering with his weapon. "I know she's your half-sister, but we ain't little kids anymore. Let her make her own choices."

Brothers, does Sun miss banter like that.

Sure, he and Nep still go on, but Sage and Scarlet had fallen into the mix easily when the team had first formed. The other two guys on his team either snapping at him and Neptune, or giving them the cold shoulder since they got to Beacon hurts more than he thought it would.

The wiry teen sighs and flops back down onto the mat. "It's not that Tusca, it's Amaranth."

"Yeah, Red has been a lot bitchier than usual lately. Trouble in paradise? Worried she's gonna dump ya?"

He shakes his head, and Sun crosses his arms, and starts tapping his foot impatiently. As much as he wants to give the guys space to talk through...whatever is going on in their lives, he's here to give them some pointers, get some extra credit, and get his teams dynamic back to where it should be.

"No, it's not that. She's just, jealous, I guess."

Tusca and Sun shoot Sinopia weird looks. Though for much different reasons.

Sinopia elaborates. "It's Ruby. First she blew us off on meeting up in Vale the other weekend. Then, when she called us to apologize a few days later, she just, casually said how her team had been busy training because they're probably going to be one of the teams representing Beacon for the Vytal Tournament. You know how competitive Amaranth can get."

Tusca lets out a sharp laugh, and drops down to a sitting position himself. He looks off to his left, where Neptune is walking the girl in question through some footwork drills. "Yeah, that's one way ta put it. I thought Red was gonna blow a gasket when she found out Ruby got moved a whole two-"

"Hey, guys, not to interrupt your talk, but it's gonna have to wait until we're all finished up here. Though if you two are talking about the Ruby I know, she really is great, and probably didn't mean anything by it." Sun cuts the big guy off with an apologetic smile and a flourish of his gun-chucks. "Sino, I've got a few things to show you about dual-wielding with real close range weapons, so hop up."

"Ha! I knew you were getting sloppy!" The bigger of the two shouts, startling the couple waiting their turn, and the albino third wheel out of their respective time wasting activities to look over in his direction.

Sun side-eyes the kid impishly. "One of the guys on my team wields a bastard sword, so don't think you're getting off light mister swings his axe like a baseball bat." A bit of the mirth slides from the kids face, but not too much. Critiques need to stick, but he doesn't have to be a dick about handing them out.

Getting the guys sorted out doesn't take him too long.

Despite having started after Neptune had with the sparring pair Sun had set him to straighten out, the pair of guys are back to their spar maybe a minute or two after Neptunes current students are.

Tusca and Sinopia had been going at it for maybe a minute and a half when Neptune tromps over to physically interject himself between the combatants, dragging Chenelle by her arm. "Tusca, your paired with Amaranth now. Chenelle, I want to see how you and Sino do."

At that he shoves the rabbit Faunus towards Sinopia, twisting, grabbing the taller guys wrist and heaving him to the far side of the cave-like Signal sparring chamber's other ring, and an incredibly annoyed looking red-head.

Neptune trots away from the sparring rings towards Sun at that, his bright red jacket and shockingly blue hair standing out sharply against the faded forest green walls and dark brown tiles of the musky, sweaty smelling room. "Dude, what gives?"

Neptune shrugs. "Watching those girls spar was like watching a recording of you and me sparring. Chenelle's predictable. Practicing with her best friend isn't gonna help her out right now."

"So you threw her up against her worst match-up in the room. Makes sense."

The day drags on in a blur of new faces after that. One group of beacon kids after another.

Mechanical issues with their weapons. Bad form. Confidence and trust issues. Core strength, workout routine changes, advice on maybe looking into something else after they graduate Signal.

The two of them had left Beacon less than half an hour after classes had let out Friday, and their ride back was leaving Signal at eleven thirty at night. Depending on how much all the kids had paid attention or picked up from them, it might get their combat class grades back high enough to reclaim team SSSN's spot in the Vytal tournament. They'd find out on Wednesday.

"That was pretty cool. Maybe I'll try to teach at one of the Combat Schools once we start slowing down in a few decades." Neptune muses as they amble towards the waiting Bullhead, hands cradling the back of his head, overnight bag dangling over his wrists.

Sun chuckles at that. "You, a teacher? Pfft. Yeah, right, you'd either spend half your time hitting on the cute students, or get..." Sun trails off, and ambles to a halt.

There's a lone figure resting against the fuselage of the waiting ship, and he isn't wearing a pilot's jumpsuit. Rather, he's wearing one of the motley assortments of different police uniforms throughout the kingdom's histories of a VSPRD Inspector.

Aw hell.

What has him worried is the familiar face of the inspector that had talked with him after he helped Blake out at the docks when he first got to Vale. Short cut brown hair, clean shaven face that would be painfully forgettable and plain if it weren't for the teardrop tattoo and hard set to his eyes. His left hand is marked by a spiderweb tattoo starting at the arc between his thumb and pointer knuckles and covering most of the back of the limb and is loosely holding a lit cigarette. A second spiderweb is peaking down from the Inspector's navy blue short sleeve uniform top along his right bicep.

Sun plasters what he hopes is a friendly smile on his face. "Oh, hey, Inspector..."

"Doesn't matter, kid. Normally, this is where the guy in my position says something cryptic about how you're a hard man to find, but you really aren't." The officer quips, flicking the mostly roached cigarette once to extinguish it, and a second time to send the butt spinning off into the night.

Neptune lets his bag drop, and lowers his hand to Tri-Hard. "Sun, mind explaining what's going on right now?"

Sun waves reassuringly at his best friend. "Yeah, this is the VSPRD Investigator that took down my statement after I helped Blake out when I got here. The one who was a mobster that got out on parole to work with the VSPRD?"

The inspector in question rolls his eyes. "Of course that's what you would latch on to. I got busted over a decade ago, and the VSPRD brought me on three years back when Lil' Miss' darling nieces started working with the biggest info broker in Vale. I'm fully exonerated, rehabilitated, law abiding, tax paying member of society now. The Chief wants to know if The Web is going to be growing, and I'm from before Miltia and Melanie got into the family business." He pushes off from the bullhead to saunter over towards Sun and his partner.

Neptune has the common sense to move his hand away from his weapon as the officer approaches. "So, did you come to Patch on department business then?"

The inspector clicks his tongue, and slowly starts circling the duo. "Now that's more than I'm at liberty to tell the two right now. Chief didn't really want me in uniform for that mess by the docks, but I was one of the only Investigators free that night. He sent me to talk to you tonight out of courtesy, and curiosity."

"Why'd he need someone to talk to us? We haven't done anything wrong." Sun drawls, holding on to his nerves with both hands and hoping that Nep's cool doesn't crack either. The officer stops behind them, and he can feel the guys eyes boring into the back of his head.

The Inspector drawls, "Good answer. You see, none of the CCT or dashcam footage we got from the running battle before Team Ruby cornered Torchwick was very clear. Xiao Long is blond and pretty tall. Rose wears a lot of red, and those new high efficiency headlights can make white look pretty damn blue."

He pauses, and circles around to face the two of them, grinning either predatorily or with amusement. It's really hard to tell with how the light is behind him more than in front of him. "Numbers are hard, too, especially when the fight was happening at anywhere between seventy and a hundred miles an hour. But we came up with 'at least four' pretty easily."

A metaphorical fist of ice grabs Suns stomach and squeezes.

"We already know you kept up with Belladonna easily during her dockyard sting. One of the Fang's best, it turns out, now that we actually debriefed her properly. It doesn't take much detective work to figure out that you're decently close to her and her team, and that the two of you are nearly inseparable."

He pauses, again, and leans forward before patting both of them on the shoulder lazily. "Nothing that would stick in court as a first strike towards vigilante action before you got your licenses though." Neptune goes pale, and it takes every ounce of control Sun has to not flinch or step back.

The cop leans back, turns, stuffs his hands into his pockets and starts walking away. "You both got stones to go with your skill. I'll put in a good word to the Chief when Beacon opens up the boards for Pros looking to have some students shadow'em on the job. But both of you do me a favor, will ya? Don't forget to call it in if you find yourselves caught up in another emergency. It'd be a real shame if something happened that keeps you from legally being able to work with the police between now and then."

_-*R-DxD*-_

The week after their entirely too close run in with both the law, and Vale's criminal elements had been many things: Dull and stressful were chiefest among them. All four of Team RWBYs Huntresses-in-training had been constantly dodging scroll calls from worried, angry, and, probably disappointed parents and relatives.

Well, most of them. Weiss still isn't entirely sure if Blake had set her scroll to 'do not disturb' as an act of solidarity with her team, because her parents are also draining its battery with near-constant calls and texts, or if they simply don't have her current number.

That said, with Friday having rolled around, Ruby had rather resolutely wrangled both their team and JNPR into a joint training session at one of the academy's indoor sparring rings, citing the roaring thunderstorm that had soaked all of them from head to toe running from their dorms to the main building before classes had started in the morning as a perfect excuse. The fact that once a team had entered any of the academy's sparring rings, you could append that as a reason for your scroll being set to silent or do not disturb, giving all of them a much needed layer of insulation from their families worry and ire was entirely an afterthought.

Besides, with the Vytal Tournament only a few short weeks off now, doing exactly this, one of their respective teams go-to ways to pass the time when nothing more pressing has claim on their free time, will be a non-option. An unhappy side-effect of both teams having been selected by Beacon to serve as representatives of the Academy in the tournament. Finally, and the simplest of her reasons to anyone who really knows the crimson fringed girl can tell she's aiming to be better so that the events of the fight against Torchwick wouldn't be repeated. No one called her out on it.

Her team's last detention with Professor Goodwitch had had to be taken care of first, but wasn't overly onerous, as it gave them time to get in front of their coursework. Jaune spent that gap gathering the supplies he would need to construct the gauntlet he had asked Ruby to design for him so they could assemble his new weapon over the weekend.

Nora, Ren and Pyrrha had done... something. Weiss hadn't actually asked, if she were to be perfectly honest with herself.

The sparring ring, one of several smaller clones of Professor Goodwitch's classroom is familiar by now.

Gentle gray walls accented with the emblems of famous alumni of the Academy seemingly at random. The wooden bleachers worn down where generations of students had sat to watch and wait, goof off, studied, planned, argued and taken part in, other, more amorous activities. Though Weiss, and most other students, do their best not to think of the latter.

The pervasive scent of sweat, tinged with blood, oil, and burnt ozone is a nearly physical thing, despite the best efforts of just as many generations of janitors.

Weiss makes her way over to where Pyrrha is patiently awaiting her turn and watching the rest of their group either spar or banter.

Jaune is stretched out on the bleacher next to her, his head level with her knees, fingers laced behind his head. His face is still red from exertion after the brutal bout with Yang he had just finished, but his breath is even.

Hopefully her plan will help the poor redhead get through to the idiot.

Or she'll end up solving a problem both of them are doing their best to deal with.

A win either way.

"So, Pyrrha," she opens, doing her best to sound casual and relaxed as she settles onto the bleacher next to the champion fighter. "How many people have asked you to the dance?"

Pyrrha turns toward Weiss, looking a bit shocked, before an easy smile - her actual smile, not the stage one Weiss knows from her own mirror - crosses her face. "None." A grunt from Nora as she skids back after taking a shot from Crescent Rose punctuating the statement.

Weiss actually feels her jaw drop at the blatant lie coming out of the Invincible Girl herself's mouth.

"But-but I saw you turn down three different boys in the library yesterday alone!" She retorts, baffled as she waves her arms, knowing it's far from ladylike, but not really caring either.

Pyrrha quirks an eyebrow at Weiss. "Oh, plenty of boys, and even a few girls have asked the Invincible Girl to the dance. Not a single person has asked Pyrrha Nikos yet, though."

Down in the ring, Ruby yelps, a telltale flutter of petals teasing the corner of Weiss eye just ahead of the hefty thud of Magnhild impacting on concrete, but not quite splintering it. Pyrrha had turned back towards the spar, not ignoring her, simply being polite to the spirit of why they had all come here.

Weiss can't help but bark out a laugh at that. "That, that's actually a perfect way to put it, Pyrrha. So many sad, little people looking to be the Schnee Heiress' kept man or stay at home housewife, but no one wants Weiss."

She only wishes that seeing the humor was a better salve for her, long, odds for not finding herself in the same position her mother had been thrust into when it became clear grandfather had become unfit to run the SDC, and that the company may fail.

Some of Pyrrha's mirth fades, replaced by that too-perfect politeness. She simply watches Nora and Ruby spin, twist and leap around each other, both perfectly aware that a single hit could easily end the match. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." she half grumbles back, keeping her eyes focused forward and face placid more than anything else.

Weiss rests a hand, reassuringly, on Pyrrha's shoulder. "That's what I actually wanted to talk to you about Pyrrha." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "If no one actually asks Weiss or Pyrrha, instead of our fame to accompany them to the dance, did-did you maybe want to go to the Vytal Dance with me?"

Pyrrha's eyes bug out and her head snaps to look directly at Weiss instead of the running spar between Nora and Ruby.

Weiss realizes her error too late."I-I mean as friends! Of course."

Pyrrha's face drops into... Something, and Weiss can feel her cheeks heating.

"Un-unless you wanted to go as maybe more than that, if that's what you would like. I, I just thought that-" Damn it all, Jaune is right there, don't give away the girl's crush on him right in front of the oaf.

"That, well... I, um, I noticed that you're-you're smart and beautiful and funny almost as soon as initiation was over. Not that I'm – well, I don't think. It's just between being the heiress and Atlas I never really had a chance to look too deeply at my own-Not that I think there's anything wrong with-" She's stumbling over her own words.

Great. This is supposed to be a simple favor between friends, not a social statement or lifestyle choice.

You're far more well spoken than this, Weiss!

"I, I wouldn't be averse to the idea, it's just that, well, I... I didn't want to presume?"

Pyrrha's pinched expression slowly shifts as Weiss rambles on, before she finally starts laughing, right hand clutching her stomach as pure, lyrical peals of mirth fall from her mouth.

Great, just great Weiss, you went and made a-

"That sounds grand Weiss," the champion finally fits in between laughs and snickers. "I would much rather go to the dance with a friend than alone or with some token piece of arm candy to keep the tabloids at bay."

-fool of herself?

The end of match buzzer lets out a long, loud, grating tone, silencing both of them.

"Oh come ON!" Ruby howls, drawing both girls attention back towards the arena.

Ruby is sat in a crumpled heap against the back wall of the room in the pit around the sparring ring proper. Nora is stood by the edge of the ring, fists planted on her hips laughing triumphantly. Crescent Rose had clattered to a halt a little over halfway between the two energetic girls, halfway shifted between its sniper rifle and scythe forms.

Or not. "Of, of course, a simple message to my father that I have no serious suitors a week in advance should keep things clear on my end. Y-Yours?"

Still giggling, Pyrrha replies "A week for my agent as well, Weiss. Thank you." She glances sidelong at a suddenly frozen in place Jaune. "I had begun to lose hope for the Vytal Dance."

Perfect. One last touch.

"Of course, that is if neither of us achieve what we desire. I intend to take action and secure my date-" She pauses, remembering what Blake had told her what the Rapscallion had shared about Neptune.

"Before the weekend is over." She rests a hand on Pyrrha's shoulder again. "But back up plans are good to have, right?"

Pyrrha nods, and Weiss can tell that the gratitude showing on her face is honest.

_-*R-DxD*-_

People may like to joke about Mondays always being bad, but Blake has absolutely had it with this one.

It had started with a test in Grimm studies, Dust theory and History.

Then, the best option for lunch had been Beacons infamously dry, mystery meat meatloaf with more onions and garlic than meat. Ketchup normally is enough to make the bland, crumbly dish palatable.

Unfortunately, someone had thought it would be funny to hide a few toy scorpions under the rim of Jaune's plate when he ran to the bathroom, which had lead to their table having a smashed bottle of the go to condiment when presented with such an abysmal example of an otherwise decent dish. After the food fight at the semesters start, the kitchen staff refuses to replace any ruined food items or condiments presented to them by teams RWBY or JNPR.

In hindsight, taking Nora's advice and opting for mustard as an alternative had been a terrible idea, but she had been desperate.

The rest of the day had been, acceptable.

At least until Yang had used an infuriatingly racist ploy to lure her from the library to an empty classroom. Her partner and best friend then had had the sheer audacity to not only preach to her about how she should live her life and confront her past mistakes, but to be right about what she had told her.

Being summarily dismissed after their heart-to-heart with a simple: "You worry about slowing down, the rest of us will worry about getting the dance set up." had stung her pride more than a little. Realizing that, between her bow and the deep bags under her eyes she finally noticed in the bathroom mirror on her way back to the teams dorm had been another, deeper blow to her mood and pride.

Then she had happened across Weiss asking Neptune to the Vytal Dance by one of the Academies main buildings side entrances. The moron had proceeded to turn her down bluntly and without any real explanation.

Being reminded that she had turned down the most earnest, nice, supportive guy she had met in a long time for pretty much the same reason his best friend gave Weiss hadn't done much for her mood, to put it lightly. But it had, at least, given her something to do to keep her mind from circling back to unhealthily fixating on the White Fang and Roman Torchwick.

She'd done her best to cover the bags under her eyes, but it didn't feel like enough. That distraction, along with needing to focus on walking normally, not stomping, and holding an expression that isn't sulking, pouting or glaring is taking, effort.

Not enough to keep her from finding her quarry, that is. She'd started at the top of the CCT Tower, and worked her way down from there.

Sunset is very near by the time she finds Sun, perched on the rails of one of the watchtowers overlooking the cliffs leading to the Emerald Forest. Something about seeing her… friend? slump shouldered and curled in on himself feels, wrong. She steps out of the sliver of dim light still edging its way into the twilight gloom of the covered tower.

"Um, Sun?" She greets him rather lamely.

Yang may have been able to, rather literally, knock some sense into her. Remind her that there's more to live for than a nebulous cause with a deeply personal story and gentle reminder that she has people that care for her again. But that hadn't exactly given her actual direction.

Sun gets his shoulders more square, and a smile slides across his mouth. But his tail still hangs low and his eyes are looking around more than they are at her. "Hey, Blake. You're looking better, finally get some rest? Stopped watching the news?"

"Not really, on either count. I just… Needed some air. You know how it is."

Sun nods "Yeah, I, I guess I do. I'll find somewhere else. Should have known the campus' east side would be crap for watching the sunset."

Maybe she should go see how Weiss' is holding up after this.

If Sun of all people is taking a 'no' without context this badly, she can't imagine how her prideful teammate is taking it.

Blake catches his shoulder before he can get to the stairs. "Actually, I was looking for you. Yang kind of gave me the third degree about focusing too much on Torchwick and the White Fang. I thought that, since you already know about what's going on with them, you might understand."

He tilts his head, tail twitching as he backpedals, leaning his back into the railing Blake is resting her forearms on and looking out into the wilderness over. "What's to understand? From what I got out of the rumor mill, the VSPRD has professionals picking up where we messed up and left off."

Of course, he can't just be a living romance novel cover. She wouldn't have felt compelled to track him down if that were the case.

"I was hoping that you'd understand that I haven't really worked myself all the way out of the mindset that I had when I was with them. If I see a problem, obviously, it has to be me that handles it." Sun opens his mouth, probably to protest, but she holds a palm up to stall him. "I'm working on it. If I'm being totally honest, I'm working through a lot of things. Some bigger, some smaller, and it's all a mess still. And the highway trouble we got into, well, that didn't help, at all."

Sun shifts, head half tilting to the side so that he can catch her in more than just his peripheral vision. "From what you told me about what the White Fang was for you, that, makes sense, I guess. I totally understand why you'd want to worry about figuring yourself back out more than how you fit in with others right now. Just, keep-"

Blake cuts him off with a frustrated growl, "Aaaaaahhrgh. No. Sun, what I was getting at was that focusing on the handful of ties I still have to my old life is just another form of running away! I don't want to be that person anymore! There are only two people left in the White Fang I might still have a tie to: A mass murderer I want nothing to do with, and a friend who either wants me to die a traitor now, or hates me for leaving her behind. And my parents? They're half a world away and I haven't talked to them for years."

She can feel his tail brushing against her wrists. "Hey, it isn't all bad, right? I mean, you already took the big step when you left the Fang. It's all small potatoes from there."

Something between a scoff and a forced chuckle sneaks past her nose and mouth. "You'd think so. I ended up on a team that don't care about my being a Faunus. One of them is even a Schnee! After I talked with them, they even, mostly, got over my history with the White Fang. I paid them back by getting all of us hauled off to a holding cell for taking justice into our own hands. We all tried to be heroines together, now we're all one step closer to being on parole until we graduate together." She scoffs. Ripping into herself this way probably isn't healthy, but...

"I've kind of made friends with everyone on my sister team too, but I just glare daggers at them whenever I get worried that they might somehow do or say something that could give away that I'm a Faunus. I just, well, I suppose I've been missing the trees for the forest."

Blake trails off, and Sun doesn't break the silence for a few minutes. The sun had dipped beneath the horizon at some point, and automated lights are slowly flickering on across the sprawling campus. "I, well, good talk, Bl-"

Blake catches his collar as he pushes off from the railing towards the ladder down. "I also was slapped in the face by the fact that a nice, accepting, fun, good-looking guy asked me to a dance, and I shot him down because I was bound and determined to either kill myself trying to take down a pack of extremists who've been staying one step ahead of the law since I was literally a twinkle in my father's eye; or wallow in a self pity party somewhere because I can't solve a problem as old as Remnant all by myself."

"So you're saying..."

"Going to a dance alone isn't just lame, it's depressing. What color will your tie be?" She shoots back, clamping down on her emotions hard. That had been way more than she wanted to unload on, well, anybody. Let alone a guy hovering in limbo between good friend, casual acquaintance and potential boyfriend.

"My...Tie?" Sun shifts and shuffles, either trying to turn to face her or escape her grip.

"Yes, your tie. There's no reason for us to clash, and a suit is a suit, unless you're one of those idiots who thinks a white pinstripe suit, or some other gaudy, vibrant abomination is a good look."

Suns right hand moves to rub at what he can get at of the back of his neck, and his tail starts twitching from side to side as it droops back towards the floor. "Right, of course, my tie."

"You... Didn't plan on showing up to the dance dressed like you are right now, were you?" Blake half growls at her... at Sun.

He goes still. Perfectly and utterly still. "Of course not?" She must have been glaring at the back of his head pretty fiercely, because he turns his just enough to see her, flinches, and goes still.

"Of course not! I have another shirt I was going to wear!" Something in her reaction to that must have set off the idiot's flight or fight reflexes, as he nearly has his open shirt pulled off when he tries to jerk away from her.

"We're going into Vale now. I will pick out a suit for you. You will wear it on Saturday, exactly as myself and the tailor at whatever store we buy it from arrange for you. I will choose a dress that it compliments between tonight and the dance."

At that, Blake catches Sun's left elbow in her right and starts guiding him towards the Bullhead docks. Well, towards the ladder out of the watchtower, but she still has a destination in mind.

She chooses to ignore the fact that he is grinning like an idiot.

_-*R-DxD*-_

Forging his gauntlet had taken the entire weekend.

Ruby explaining to him the different processes that went into it, showing him how to use the assorted machines necessary to craft replacement parts or affect repairs hadn't sped the process along. She probably could have finished it herself, using the academy's automated tools, before she went to bed Saturday if she had worked the entire day like they had, without him.

The handful of times she had sent him off to do other odd jobs related to their joint project, or just work on the darts he would be launching from his newest piece of equipment while she forged the broad strokes may have been efficient, but did nothing to expedite the process.

Jaune himself most certainly had not been distracted.

Pyrrha's admittance to, and commiseration with, Weiss had been a cliff-note, idle chatter overheard and forgotten.

He hadn't felt the urge to go for the guitar Kuisha had snapped over her knee half a dozen years ago for 'crimes against music'. Nor had he felt glad that the guitar in question had been removed from the equation, and that he couldn't make an idiot out of himself trying to talentlessly try to woo a girl with it.

Images of beautiful, poised, classy and talented Weiss; or voluptuous, confident, kind and powerful Pyrrha beset by unappreciative or wonder-struck suitors on all sides definitely hadn't been costing him sleep.

Likewise, working on fabricating darts to load into his gauntlet is a perfectly normal way to spend a Monday night.

Ruby is packing bullets for Crescent Rose right next to him for crying out loud! Her teams battle, and defeat, by Torchwick and the White Fang had lit a serious fire in her belly. Jaune is almost afraid of what will become of the first friend he had made at Beacon should she get beaten by either the next time she came across them.

It's not like he has any real experience with courtship- dating, whatever.

Anyways. He'd been sent off by Sairoarg or far more reluctantly, Lord Bael, a few times as whatever the opposite of a honey-trap is. Beef Stock? Musk Mellon? He'd found out that two young devils were lesbians the first time, confirmed a devil most of the Underworld's upper class had thought was gay to be straight as an arrow for his second, mortifying, attempt second attempt, and been beaten nearly to a pulp by a jealous secret fiance the third time.

That aside, all of the dozen attempts to ensnare him, or milk him for secrets, the same way he had been warned of ahead of time.

Between that facet of life among Underworld Nobility, and his own status as a reborn devil, his experience with romance is depressingly lacking. Well, non-existent if he's being completely honest with himself. Besides, Pyrrha's way out of his-

"Hey, Jaune, not that I don't mind having company or anything, but don't you have something else you need to take care of before the weekend?"

Actually, no. As far as the Underworlds upper class care, both of them are just reincarnated trash. Even Lord Bael saw things that way. Though, amazingly he has kept his opinion to himself so far. That is probably just him prioritizing securing House Bael's first rights to Remnant.

As for his life and filial ties stemming from his homeworld, the Arc family has produced enough famous and powerful huntsmen and huntresses that no one would be all that shocked by Pyrrha being potentially tied to one of them romantically. He'd like to think that with Sairoarg and his peerages training and support, he can be counted as a proud scion of that line.

"Umm, Jaune, are you even paying attention? Heard anything I just said, or are you still too busy spacing out?"

"Sorry, sorry. Just, thinking." He looks down at his work. After a few test batches, he had worked out a good base for the darts he would be firing from his gauntlet.

Mostly tungsten, a touch longer than his middle finger and maybe a third as thick. Just before where the stabilization fins – which extend from the darts body after they clear the tube they are launched from is a band of gravity dust to keep them light enough to get decent flight distance.

He has his small arsenal sorted into five stacks, the first three, burn electric and freeze dust tipped had been easy to come up with and make work.

The last two had taken the most work to get to work right. One stack has wind dust striations, stabilization fins at an angle to generate spin, and titanium tips – perfect for penetrating armor. The final stack is blunt tipped, with a mass of gravity dust behind the percussion fuse he had affixed to them, in lieu of the more aerodynamic tip of shaped dust crystals or titanium on his other projectiles.

When they work, they send the training dummies back a few feet and onto the ground.

"Looks like I'm done here at least. Thanks again for the help, Ruby." He answers as he stands, sweeping the darts into an ammo can he had bought for them a few days back. He'd need to sort them, but that can come after he figures out how to work his Rune Magic into them. A range of more than a hundred feet, and a bit more kick would be welcome improvements.

Ruby nods, and chirps a happy reply as she continues working away at what looks to be a more potent high explosive round for Crescent Rose. He can also see the message from Yang that had prompted the innocent younger girl to ask the question that had shocked him out of his reverie.

With his gauntlet on his right arm still, and the ammo can tucked under his left, the trip from the machine shop back to the dorms is quick, and uninterrupted.

After stepping off of the elevator to their floor he is immediately struck by the dull chatter of a busy living space. The common room is pretty packed, Team CFVY on one of the couches watching, well, Jaune isn't really sure what, but a few of the other students from their floor are joining them, and every single character on the TV's screen is almost painfully well dressed. Yang, Blake and Nora are huddled around a table, homework spread out across it.

One of the more recent, if you could really call it that after a month and a half, additions to their floors teams – Dun, is idly strumming away at an acoustic guitar in the back corner, and a fedw of the girls, including Weiss, are gathered around the rooster Faunus listening.

Shrugging, he turns and ambles down the hallway to his team's dorm.

He bumps the door open with his hip, and is greeted by Pyrrha, already in her tan pajamas sitting on the couch with a bag of chips resting in the crook of her left arm, watching one of the overly sappy soap operas pretty much everyone but him gives her crap for watching in the common room. "Hey Pyr. Finished with your homework too?"

She nods, and he makes his way over to his desk, sliding his gauntlet off, and clicking the ammo can open again. The runic arrays he wants to try inscribing on the darts are already prepared. It will just be a simple matter of whether or not the darts break from a failed inscription, a test-firing, or work at this point.

Pyrrha continues watching her show while he works on the tail end of his project. He waits until a lull between her show and a commercial starting before making his move. The direct approach will be best, he figures. She's probably been subjected to every ploy, set up or attempt at making it seem romantic that he could possibly think of. "So, Pyrrha, about the-"

"Yes! I'd love to!" She cuts him off, voice squeaking a bit and face flushed. Not that he can't feel his cheeks and ears burning as well.

He turns to face his partner, to find her turned so her back is to him, hunched in on herself. "Umm, you didn't let me finish my sentence, Pyrrha."

"Oh. Erm. You, you were asking me to go with you to the Vytal Dance, right?" She half stutters, half mumbles.

"I, well, yeah. I was."

Pyrrha turns to face him, an awkward, hopeful grin on her face. "Then you already have my answer."

"Oh good…" Jaune was beyond relieved. Already he can feel a grin spreading across his face, idly noticing that his heart felt like it was ready to beat its way out of his chest, and that his hands are shaking pretty badly. "So, umm, what now?"

"I...Have absolutely no idea." Pyrrha declares decisively.

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A/N Well, that one certainly ran away from me. But hey, it's time for the Dance next chapter! Complete with Blake not having left Sun hanging for a week, and Jaune having had his face shoved into a hint and actually gotten it, haha. And with all the little changes that are going on in the background, nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

12/29 update: I forgot to mention: Beta'd by MasterPrince713, and the original idea for the VSPRD is one I got from Coeur Al'Arans "Captain Dragon"

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