Roman did not expect to be knocked over while walking down the busy street. He certainly did not expect the person who knocked him over to be none other than little miss Red herself. He supposed fate really had it out for him. That or he was just plain unlucky.

"Sorry! didn't see you there, are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you? My name is Ruby by the way" Red spurted out so many words at such a high tempo that Roman was unsure whether or not it should actually be physically possible.

"It's fine" Roman gritted his teeth while saying it. He really needed a miracle if he should be able to keep his cool. Especially if red was going to keep her thousand words per minute speech pattern up.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Reds expression instantly changed to that of a slightly angry child. "You are the criminal from the dust store aren't you?" Roman couldn't help but be surprised. How had she possibly recognised him. Perhaps his outfit wasn't changed enough.

Red cut through his thoughts again. "As a huntress in training it is my duty to arrest villains like you!" as she said it she looked like a happy child who just got her birthday presents. It was quite pathetic in Romans opinion, but if he was going to stick around in Beacon he couldn't go around murdering children.

"I think you've gotten me all mixed up with someone else there little missy, you see I'm a teacher at Beacon. I've got nothing to do with a certain dashing criminal mastermind" Roman said with a grin on his face.

If possible, Reds face shone up even more upon hearing this.

"THAT'S SO COOL! YOUR A HUNTSMAN?!." she shouted before proceeding to burst out thousands of words. "Are you going to be my teacher, have you killed grim, how many, have you done any cool missions, can i see your weapon, DO YOU WANNA SEE MY WEAPON, can I be friends with a teacher?" After that it all just turned into a squeal.

Roman looked mortified, Red was going to beacon? Wasnt she way too young for that? Would he have to deal with this for years? Was it too late to reconsider? Perhaps cinder would still take him back?

Was Red's way of throwing words in a pile getting into his thoughts?

Red still looked like a literal ball of energy and happiness, showing no signs of slowing down any time soon. Somehow she'd gotten her hands on Melodic Cudgel, examining every single aspect of it. The endless flow of words still didn't stop. If anything she looked even more hyped.

Roman was quite certain this was going to be a tough time ahead of him.

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Glynda goodwitch was fuming with anger. The headmaster doing stupid things was not unusual, but this was new heights of stupidity. Letting a known criminal into Beacon as a teacher. Had Ozpin lost his mind at last?

"OZPIN!" she shouted as she walked into his office.

The old fool was just sitting behind his desk, taking a sip of his coffee. She didn't understand how he could drink the stuff. She didn't particularly enjoy coffee so to speak, but that abomination of a brew the headmaster was consuming was strong enough to raise the dead.

In the end he responded calmly as always with an innocent "Yes?"

She was so sick of his shit. The way he played his game of chess while everyone else played checkers. The worst part was that the chess part was just a guess on Glynda's side. As far as the world was concerned the headmaster could just as well be playing UNO.

"Ozpin have you lost your mind at your old age? Roman torchwick, here at Beacon!"

Glynda was currently still in shock after hearing those news. Though the reaction was dampened due to Professor Port being the one who told her. That man truly could turn the most interesting story into a slug. For once she thanked him for that, as if he hadn't been so boring Beacon might have needed a new roof.

"I do not know what you are talking about, all i've done is hire a certain Roman Candle." His smug grin was so wide she wondered how it even fit on his face.

"You know as well as I do who that was, now stop with your antics and explain why you let him in!" Glynda was no longer fuming at the headmaster. She was blazing.

"Well, he seemed so willing to reform, who am I to not give everyone a chance."

"Utter bullshit headmaster, why did you let him in?" Glynda was losing her patience, quite quickly at that. Her students were not pawns in the headmasters game, they were not to be sacrificed to keep some criminal in check.

"Well, keep your enemies close. While he is here at Beacon he cannot cause chaos in the rest of Vale."

"Instead you endanger the students, how reckless can you be Ozpin?"

"Glynda, all I ask of you is to trust me. See it as us keeping track of torchwick for a while" Ozpin took yet another sip from that horrific brew as he said it.

Glynda knew Ozpin was usually right, but when the lives of her students were on the line she couldn't help but doubt him.

The headmaster spoke again. "If a man believes taking off his hat is an adequate disguise , how dangerous could he be?" The headmaster chuckled at that. He did find himself very funny, always chuckling at his own jokes. But he did have a point nevertheless.

"I'll trust your judgment old friend." Glynda said as she walked out. "But I will keep an eye on him.

"I expect nothing less," The headmaster said as he took yet another sip from his cup containing the liquid of death.

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Neo was having the time of her life. Kicking white fang but really was something, and Neo had months of grudges stored up against some of these people. It could be trivial stuff like them disobeying her or more serious stuff like them taking ice cream for themselves. But the reckoning was here at last.

She had been confused at first when Roman sent that message:

"Change of plans. We are on our own side again. Do your best to sabotage what you can, strike the white fang safehouses and meet me at the usual spot tomorrow."

Needless to say, Neo had been ecstatic hearing those news. After all she trusted Roman and if he said she'd get to kick some white fang but, she was all ears.

So here she was, jumping from safehouse to safehouse. Going in, killing some goons, blowing up some equipment. The white fang really should work on their recruitment standards. She barely got a kick out of beating up these untrained goons.

Three grunts rushed at her, she kicked one in the face, dodged a punch from the second one while decapitating the third with Hush. Turning around she kicked the last one standing in the lower regions. Then once again for good measure before finishing him off. It really was good to be her.

Some of them didn't even have their aura unlocked yet! Where was the fun in beating up civilians?

Still it was fun going around blowing all the dust that the white fang and roman had collected. It truly was quite a beautiful fireworks display. If Neo didn't have a time to keep she might just have sat down with some ice cream and enjoyed the spectacle.

Thinking about ice cream she decided she deserved some treat before going to the next safehouse. She knew this one quite well, and there usually was some good stuff to steal from the freezer.

After an adventure in the freezer room Neo continued her journey in search of thrills and ice cream. This hideout was a larger warehouse by the docks, full of dust and equipment. The guards were on alert, the news of her missions must have gotten out.

Even when they were prepared the guards were no match for her. A heel to the face here, and a blade in the throat there and all the guards on the outside were soon out of order. Now she just had to blow the dust and she could be on her way.

The warehouse was damp and cold, as expected from anything on the coast. The few guards that were inside faced an abrupt end to their lives. One saw her coming and begged for mercy, said he had a family that needed him. Neo found it pathetic and made sure he died painfully. He had taken all the enjoyment of the hunt away after all.

That's when another person came in. Neo looked over in his direction. He had red hair, a black and red outfit and a sword by his side. A grim mask on his face. Neo recognised him immediately. This one was going to be fun she thought as she prepared for combat.