A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry for not posting a whole chapter chapter. Today, you're getting a couple omakes while I work on the next actual chapter, along with a few after it. This is mostly just to get my brain going so I can get back to writing and focus on the chapter itself instead of the multiple different ideas I have circling around in my head. Plus, I've been wanting to practice on both combat and characterization for this story- for characters both canon and otherwise, and this lets me puts in some details that I thought would make sense for them, but just...can't really fit into the main story chapters. Not without basically doubling the word count, anyway.

Speaking of, I won't be giving an update estimate for the next chapter, because that's never been a good idea for me, so... it'll come out when it comes out, I suppose. Sorry again!

One last thing. While a few of these will be canon, a few of them also won't be, so just for reference, if the omake is marked with a [C], then it is canon to the main story. If it isn't marked, it isn't canon, and for all intents and purposes did not and will not happen. In fact, the first one is canon! Now, with that out of the way, please enjoy! And please review!

Omakes Chapter 1

Winter's Not-So-Great Day Off [C]

7:53 PM, Beacon Dorms, shortly after Winter and Rhode's debriefing with Headmaster Ozpin...

Winter was sat on a couch in her room at Beacon, offered to her to stay in by Ozpin for the duration of her stay in Vale for her mission. It was dark outside, nearly 8 PM, and here she was staring blankly at her scroll, not really doing anything on it in particular. The half-empty glass of water that sat in front of her on a coffee table forgotten entirely as she thought over the events of the day.

Winter Schnee was not a simple person. Nor was she perfect.

She knew this. She wouldn't lie and say she was, either. She had ambitions, like her desire to become an Atlesian Specialist, something considered borderline impossible by most. She had issues, too, both work related and in regards to her family life. Especially with her family life. She still felt guilt over basically leaving Weiss to their parents, particularly their father.

One of her newest issues, however, was somewhere in the middle of those two categories.

A summoning semblance had appeared in the town that day. That...was bad. For multiple reasons. One of which being her aforementioned father, Jacques Schnee. If he caught wind of a summoning semblance appearing that wasn't related to the Schnee blood line, especially one on the scale she saw at the town, he'd most likely tear Remnant apart to the best of his abilities to find it's owner so that he could secure it. The prospect of utilizing a semblance like that, or even simply denying it from any competitors (whoever they may be), was too good for him to pass up. And if Jacques found it, and her suspicions about that child were correct, then he would most likely be...adopted into the Schnee family, whether he wanted to or not.

Yes, Winter had her suspicions of the child in town. She had from the moment he talked to them, how his words seemed...off. Like he was worried about them, even if he had good reason to be. But it was the fact that a child, not an adult, was requesting they stay in town for longer than intended that initially set off the alarm bells in her head, and because he kept looking at them with that odd look in his eyes whenever he stopped talking, only to replace it immediately once he noticed it was his turn to speak again.

Had he known something would happen? Was that child really the owner of that semblance? What kind of person would be required to have a semblance specifically for summoning grimm? How had a child unlocked their semblance- let alone their aura- in the first place? Was she just overthinking this?

Maybe it was the guilt from leaving Summer Rose behind. Maybe she just wasn't busy enough. She wasn't sure.

What she was sure of, however, was that Jacques must not find out about that semblance. She had managed to convince the surviving townspeople- few they were- to keep quiet about that particular aspect of the town's fall, but she wasn't sure about Rhodes. She also didn't like how Ozpin seemed to have paid more attention when she spoke of the semblance than he had the rest of the report, aside from Summer's status as MIA.

She wouldn't forget the brief amount of pure, unfiltered fury in his eyes when she told him about Summer being missing, fleeting though it was. How important was that huntress to the headmaster?

Her scroll turned off on it's own, the invisible idle timer hitting zero for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Winter sighed as she put it down on the table in front of her, before grabbing the glass and finishing it. Looking at the time, she saw it was almost ten. How long had she sat there? She had to go to sleep.

She had a rescue party to join tomorrow, after all.

"LET ME HUG YOU!"

Somewhere in the forest around Coalugala, 2 days after the fall of the town...

"HO-LY CHRIST! SUMMER, STOP!"

I summon a shadow beowolf to tank another grapple from the hug-crazed Summer. I hear a small whimper from behind me as I keep running directly ahead.

"NOT UNTIL I HELP YOU!"

'Hi. You're probably wondering what's going on.'

Before I explain, I want to ask you something. Do you remember shadow Summer's "description"? More specifically, the part where it said "Has become extremely devoted, even by shadow standards, to being useful to you"?

Well, as it turns out, the System neglected to mention a very odd part of that. Apparently, Summers "mother" instincts hadn't quite kicked the bucket, even with her loss of memories, and if anything they might have been enhanced. As a result, she's rather...smothering. Yeah, smothering. She sees me as something to protect, and that apparently translates into emotional support as well.

'Y'see, contrary to how I may have been acting lately, I really do miss my original world. And while we were walking in the forest, I got hit with a particularly bad episode of home sickness. The sadness made it's way to Summer (curse you mental link), and she promptly summoned herself, which I have absolutely no idea that she could do by the way, and proceeded to hug me.'

At first it was...surprisingly nice, actually. We had just sat there for a few minutes, not really saying anything, and Summer smiling all the while. But then I decided that we had to get moving again. I told her I wanted to get up, and after a few moments, she let go. And I thought that was the end of that.

Hoooo, BOY how wrong I was.

About half an hour after we got back to walking, I had a passing thought about home. Not home sickness, just a small bit of nostalgia. Then, Summer summoned herself again. And proceeded to hug me. Again.

I think you can see where this is going.

I told her to let go, because we had to keep walking, but to my surprise she actually didn't let go. In fact, she started hugging tighter. "You need to be happy, sir!" she said. I couldn't see her face because my back was turned to her during the hug, but I could tell she was smiling without even needing to look at her.

"Okay, Summer, that's enough. Let go of me. That's an order."

"Nope!"

A pause.

"...what do you mean 'nope'?"

"I mean, I'm not letting you go! I want to keep hugging you!"

"...aren't you supposed to, y'know, do what I tell you?"

"Nnnope!"

...

'Well, this is an issue.'

I try desummoning her, and that seems to work for a moment, until she re-summons herself somehow and makes a dash towards me. It takes all the speed I can muster just to dodge. She goes for another grapple, and I summon a shadow beowolf to tank it.

'Anywho, welcome back to the present! Now, where was I?

...oh, right!'

About a moment later, I get absolutely glomped by the shadow woman, and am pinned to the ground. Despite the very aggressive hugging, it still feels kind of nice, in a very odd way.

'I...can't move.'

Aside from that, anyway.

I feel a hand stroke the top of my head. "Don't worry sir, Summer's here to take alllll your sadness away."

'Help.'

Bad Luck, Huh? [C]

Orocimasi, 1:33 PM, 1 day after Indigo's arrival...

Qrow was tired.

That wasn't anything new, as a matter of fact he was quite used to the feeling. You don't get to be an effective huntsman without taking a few hours off of your sleep schedule, after all. That's what he thought, at least.

Still, there was a limit to his fortitude, and this kid- this one, innocent kid- had somehow managed to elude him for the past week, despite him combing the entire forest alone for three days!

There were even "Missing" posters plastered all over town, and basically the entirety of the Orocimasi Police Department looking for him as well! Either this kid is flexible enough to crawl into the tiniest of holes, or he's the luckiest kid this side of Saunus!

Somewhere in the pub that Qrow was just leaving, a glass shattered. Frustrated yelling was heard soon after.

Yeah, maybe not that second one. Not with him around. Or maybe that was why? Sometimes Qrow just couldn't figure out how his semblance chose who to pick on, be it himself or others. Maybe it pulled lots.

That would explain a lot, actually.

...he nearly slapped himself in the face for that one. Yang was influencing him, and not in a good way. Shouldn't that be the other way around?

He was getting sidetracked.

Pulling his scroll out, he checked his messages, seeing the same one from Ozpin that had been there for the past week.

"Qrow. I need you to find a child. His semblance is dangerous and could cause extreme damage, both property and people alike, if it is not controlled. He was spotted in the town of Coalugala, shortly before it fell. Reports state his semblance, which has been titled "Grimm Omen" until further notice, was active and helping to push back the grimm attack.

While I understand that that, in and of itself, may not seem a bad thing, it is the potential that this semblance carries that worries me. If this child is found by the wrong parties, it could very well be snuffed out before it becomes a threat to them. Or worse, be turned against us in the future. Please make haste, find the user, and bring him to Beacon as soon as you can. I've attached an artist's rendition of the child with this message.

Thank you, and good luck."

Qrow didn't need to be told who the "wrong parties" mentioned were.

True to Ozpin's word, alongside a brief description of what they understand of the boy's semblance was the same picture that was on the missing posters was also directly under his message, in all it's sharp chinned glory. He figured there would be some discrepancies with the picture and the real thing, there always was, but the fact they managed to make his chin look like it could be used to cut a steak with how sharp it is was actually quite impressive. And also vastly annoying, because it made him that much harder to actually recognize.

Qrow wouldn't be surprised if the kid had walked right past him and he didn't even notice because of just how different he would probably be from the rendition.

It definitely didn't help that the kid had used his semblance in Orocimasi, for some reason. One second everything was fine, the next, beowolves had just appeared on the rooftops before jumping down and started to chase civilians around for a few minutes. The guards that had reacted, and Qrow himself, had attempted to kill the things, but they just put themselves back together after a few moments and started running around again like it was nothing!

He had actually struggled against a small group of them, just four that ganged up on him after he had tried dispatching them a few times.

Oz really wasn't kidding about "Grimm Omen", huh? It was good for finding the boy's general location, but it was dangerous. Orocimasi was lucky that he apparently wasn't feeling vindictive, or they might've had an actual bloodbath on their hands.

Regular grimm were bad enough. Regenerating grimm?

He didn't want to think about it. So he didn't.

Qrow just kept walking, barely acknowledging the ships that had just taken off, heading to wherever their destination was.

Tyrian's Time Off [C]

Orocimasi, 1:29 PM, 1 day after Indigo's arrival...

Tyrian Callows sat cross legged, as he usually does, in the dark of an alleyway, barely illuminated by a light over a door. He was obscured by a dumpster, so there wasn't much chance of him being spotted. Not that anyone would particularly care if they did see him, he wasn't exactly the most recognizable fellow in these parts, even if his reputation as a murderer was more than well earned. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Besides, his hood and robe covered basically his entire face and body, all the way down to his tail, so even if he was easily recognizable, like that Torchwick fellow over in Vale, you'd have to really squint at him to tell who it was exactly. And by then, well...

Tyrian wasn't known to be the most appreciative of staring.

What was he doing in an alleyway, you ask? Aside from staying hidden, away from prying eyes that is?

Why, drawing of course!

Yes, in his lap sat a leather bound drawing book, opened to the most recent page of what his crazed mind had conjured up in it. In his hand was a pencil (mechanical, of course. Do you know how hard it is to find a pencil sharpener around here? In this town?), used to bring said conjurations to life.

More specifically, on the page was a surprisingly detailed drawing of a beowolf tearing into some poor huntsman. It wasn't the best image you'd ever see (in terms of both drawing skill and content), but it was good enough for him.

As for why he was drawing in the first place... everyone needs a hobby, don't they? His happened to be drawing. That and violence. Lots and lots of violence.

Which was partially why he picked up drawing in the first place, actually. On missions such as the one he was on right now, it was important to stay hidden. It wouldn't do to have your quarry know they're being hunted, after all. But still, even on missions like these, Tyrian got his violent urges. His impulses. And when those urges and impulses hit, he went to find a quiet spot, set aside a few minutes, and just...drew. Whatever came to mind really, which was, again, usually violent in nature. It helped to keep him from actually committing the depicted acts, so as to not give his presence away.

Plus, he just found it entertaining. And really, what more of a reason did you honestly need for a hobby?

And so, he drew. And continued to draw for some time longer, though he paused when he heard the roar of the engines of cargo ships flying overhead, leaving town.

"Hmm. I wonder if that child actually managed to get on?" he asked aloud, silently chuckling before going back to his drawing. But suddenly, he realized he could no longer think of anything else to draw.

Sighing, Tyrian put his journal into a pocket in his robe, safe and secure, before continuing on his search. He'd been sitting in that alley for long enough, anyways.

Even if he didn't know what exactly he was looking for.

He noticed a piece of paper on the floor. On it was a drawn image of...someone. He felt like he vaguely remembered the face, but something about it was off. Picking up the paper, he realized it was actually a missing poster. Reading it's contents, he was quite surprised.

"MISSING. Unknown child. Age: Estimated 9 to 11. Last seen in the town of Coalugala. If found, please contact the Vale police department. Reward: 300 Lien."

Stopping, Tyrian went back and read the third line again. "Last seen in the town of Coalugala."

Grinning to himself, he began to hum a merry tune as he realized that this child was exactly what he was looking for.

"Now the problem is...who are they?"

Thinking back on the past week, he tried to remember if he'd met anyone fitting the bill of a runaway child.

And suddenly he remembered exactly who filled that criteria. "...ah. Right. That child."

That was...frustrating, that he'd let the child get away like that, when he was right in front of him too!

Wait. Hadn't Tyrian told him something about-

"...Damn it." He'd given that kid an escape out of town, hadn't he? If he'd managed to get out of Coalugala alive, then Tyrian had no doubt he'd somehow found a way onto those cargo ships.

Ok, new plan: Find where those ships were headed. Now where to start with that?

"The mail office seems like a decent place to start. They're in charge of handling shipping and such, aren't they?"

With that, and a fiendish cackle, Tyrian set off to find the mail office. The poor fools didn't know what was going to hit them.

Merchant's Malaise [C]

Orocimasi, 4:32 PM, five minutes after Indigo's arrival...

Gunshots were ringing out across town, civilians and guards panicking alike.

"Where did they even come from?!" he heard someone shout.

"Why won't they die?!" he heard another.

Leveling his pistol, Gul took aim and fired at another one of the odd beowolves. The shot connected, right into the beast's skull, and the grimm fell over for just a second before regenerating and getting back up to rejoin the fray.

He kept firing, only to miss most of them. The ones that did connect seemingly didn't even force it to regenerate the damage, just forcing it to stop for a fraction of a moment. For some reason, it seemed to be ignoring him entirely, content instead to chase around some poor woman that wasn't able to get inside. Why, he couldn't discern. Or really cared, as long as it meant he wasn't getting attacked.

The grimm jumped, and knocked her onto the ground. But just as it seemed like the poor woman was about to get mauled, another person came, seemingly out of nowhere, knocking the beowolf at least 20 feet away.

He carried a large broadsword, easily the same size as it's wielder, with segments running down it. For mechashifting into another form, he assumed. The man- a huntsman, no doubt- looked down to the woman on the floor and said something to her, what it was he couldn't make out.

The woman just nodded, and the huntsman immediately blurred away, towards the now recovered beowolf. With one swift strike he decapitated the monster, and it lasted all of five seconds before it regenerated again, turning to growl at him. Raising its new head into the air, it released a howl, and a second later three more of similar volume responded, more of the grimm seemingly appearing from the shadows of a nearby building. The three newcomers immediately bounded towards the huntsman after spotting him, with the original that had summoned them instead slowly sidestepping parallel to where he stood, standing on its hindlegs.

It's then that Gul noticed that the first beowolf was visibly bigger than the others, with longer spines and claws, longer legs, and bone plating on the elbows and knees. Gul didn't think it was quite an Alpha, he'd seen one before and it was both bigger and much, much more heavily armored, and he'd rather never see one again, but what he was looking at right now was definitely a bigger threat than the three that had just shown up. The fact that it wasn't blindly rushing at the huntsman like its smaller kin was even more proof of that.

It was old. It was intelligent enough, if only just, to know what not to do in a fight against a huntsman. It knew that even with its apparent regeneration, it most likely wouldn't be able to win this fight if it didn't plan ahead. It'd just get chopped to bits over and over, until it eventually couldn't regenerate anymore (assuming there was an actual limit to how much damage it could regenerate).

And that was terrifying.

Looking back to the huntsman, Gul saw that he was holding his ground fairly well, slicing up the smaller grimm whenever they got too close, but not going after them himself. He knew there wasn't any point, seeing as they'd just get back up and throw themselves at him again, and seemed to be keeping an eye on the bigger one, just like it was keeping its eye on him.

Finally, the larger beowolf, which Gul had decided to name "Beta" for the moment, decided to jump into the fight itself, getting back down to all fours and running towards the huntsman, before suddenly changing direction just as he went to swing. The change in momentum served to reposition itself around the huntsman, just as one of the smaller grimm charged into him, distracting him just enough for Beta to swing-

Suddenly, out of nowhere, and with the sound of clicking gears, the huntsman was holding a large scythe in place of a broadsword. He began to quickly spin around, slicing the smaller grimm in half, also detaching Beta's outstretched arm in the process, and proceeded to then completely bisect it down the middle. And two seconds later, they were both back up, ready to fight once again. The huntsman kicked off another grimm to put some distance between himself and Beta.

Gul didn't know what to do. Should he stay and help the huntsman fight? He obviously knew what he was doing, and was very obviously much, much more skilled at combat than Gul, but if those grimm just kept getting back up, they'd eventually wear down his aura. This was a fight of attrition, one that the huntsman was more than likely to lose unless he ran away.

With that thought, Gul realized something. The huntsman couldn't run away. There were still civilians in the area that he had to protect.

Namely, himself.

So, he did what he thought would best help the huntsman get out of the situation he was in.

He ran. He ran as fast as he could, towards the Orocimasi Police Department building.

Was it cowardly? Maybe, but not if you asked him. He'd tell you that he did what he thought was best for the situation at hand, and that he was just dead weight if he stuck around. He was a merchant, not a hunter. The pistol was more for self defense from bandits rather than grimm.

A minute later, the gunshots that had been echoing throughout town stopped. The beowolves had just disappeared, without a trace aside from the bullet holes that littered the conflict zones, for reasons nobody knew.

Gul was just grateful that it was over. He didn't even think about the child that he was supposed to be with until he got back to the police department, when he realized that he'd just left the kid somewhere.

So he, along with the rest of the merchants, set out back into town to find him.

A/N: Aaaaaaand that's it!

Sorry that this chapter isn't quite as long as the other recent ones, but I didn't really want to set a "word count" goal for this one, instead just writing what I thought would be a good idea to write. Plus, again, I wanted to put these tidbits into the main storyline chapters, but it was either too late, as the chapter they would be relevant to had already been posted, or I just couldn't find a way to fit them in without messing with the flow of the chapter itself.

As for the only non-canon one story...well, they can't all be serious, can they? Otherwise the actual serious ones don't hit as hard! In my opinion, anyways.

Speaking of opinions, please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter! Should I do more omakes between the main story chapters? Less? Should I never touch a keyboard again? Tell me! (except that last one, please don't just call me trash and leave :D)

I hope you enjoyed this, and I'll see you next time! I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, but no promises!