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Chapter Seven

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"Qestions?" Attikos asked having completed his summary of where the four were and the plans for this weekend and the following week. He was disappointed his prodigy would get this weekend off. At least he'd have the second Arc that ARMS was thinking was potentially close to be eligible to obtain the title of a prodigy. His team had been told to not let slip anything about requirements to have to fight in the circuits. His team mate's father wanted to get all four girls up to a level they would be considered prodigies. Attikos was hopeful for two and believed it possible that three could be so designated at the end of the twelve week contract but thought that as many thirteen year olds are accepted into the training academies it would be hard to qualify a fourteen year old with solid talent as a prodigy and a solid talent was the most likely to expect with nine more weeks of training, based on what had been obtained in the last three from the eldest girl.

Senna waited and seeing none of her sisters asking figured they wanted her to point out that her aura was still locked. Last night all three of them had been on her case for not demanding the unlocking of it. Senna was sure it was more because they couldn't ask to have theirs unlocked if hers was still locked. "On the first day you said I likely was already ready to have my aura unlocked, but wanted to ensure it wasn't a fluke. It's been three weeks and I've proved it wasn't a fluke. Yet you haven't unlocked my aura…

"Senna, I'm surprised you waited this long actually but though you mention two of the three things I stated on day one for not unlocking your aura, you haven't mentioned the third which is the reason I've not done so yet." Attikos looked at the four girls and seeing them clueless pointed out. "You can only have your aura unlocked once and if a person is improving consistently you should wait 'till that growth stalls before unlocking. Can you not see you are better today than you were a week ago?" When Senna finally grudgingly offered a nod in agreement Watts continued. "Your growth is still noticeable. True each week's growth is less than half of the previous week's growth, but I think at least one if not possibly two or three more weeks could each provide significant growth still."

"But six weeks is about the time you expected the other three to be ready to have their aura unlocked…

Rebecca jumped in interrupting Senna's whinge. "Usually around six weeks of professional level training is recommended prior to unlocking aura. However, when the trainer believes they have a student that is gifted and the student hasn't stalled in their abilities developing we keep training the student and monitoring their weekly talent growth."

"So we all four could end up having our Aura unlocked at the same time, after six weeks of training under you and your team?" Senna tried to not let her jealousy show in it seeming she wouldn't get her aura unlocked first.

Attikos accidentally verbalized team ARMS goal to delay unlocking of all four sisters. "Actually that is not likely. Though it is really too early at only three weeks in to say that your sisters may too require more weeks of training than I'd originally quoted…

With a pause Watts restarted. "… At the same time prodigious talent is frequently genetic and as your twin sister seems highly likely to share the gift with you, it is only a benefit to your elder sisters if they are prodigies too." He lamely finished after stumbling in the middle.

Shaylah and Meenah shared a high five for no known reason that the Arc sisters cold figure out. The two were sitting on the park bench that Meenah had sat on through all of the last few practices while watching her uninjured team members put the Arc girls through their paces. There were raised eyebrows and shrugged shoulders of 'what the 'f' was that about?' from the four Arc girls.

"Right well Aster we'll see you tomorrow afternoon and Myrtle in the evening. Remember to practice morning and night over the weekend Saphron and Senna and we'll see you on Monday." Attikos got up and walked toward his partner while Shaylah helped Meenah up from the bench.

"Wow, Senna the prodigy." Saphron offered with a smirk, and headed toward her younger sister. Senna familiar of Saph's current expression got away from her sister before she could tickle or bop her on the head or something.

"How are you surprised?" Rebecca asked with an odd inflection in her voice. "The first day we trained you. The day you all say is the first day of professional training outside of combat class for all of you and Attikos said Senna was ready to have her aura unlocked. How can she not be a prodigy if she was already adequately trained before anyone trained her?"

Attikos came back to drag Rebecca away from the Arc girls, hoping to stop her saying too much. "Come on Rebecca. We need to leave we've got that… thing…

Shaylah then cut across a floundering Attikos. "Yeah we need to get dressed up for the meet and greet at Meenah's"

"What!" Meenah exclaimed in surprise, but Attikos was back on with what was going on. "Well it's your parent's house and party, but we think of that as your house Meenah. Anyway we better get going I know you ladies want to look your best."

Saphron and Mrytle both looked oddly after their instructors as they rushed off. "That was odd, yes?" Saphron asked and was happy at getting nods from Myrtle and Aster. "Any way we need to get home showered and doing chores and homework, too." Myrtle offered to interrupt Saphron's pondering and watching of their instructors' weird departure.

Senna and Aster got the bathroom first as the Thursday's evening meal was their chore today to cook. Having had nearly a month and a half in this new life Jaune was able to handle the whole showering with his sister better. Her three weeks of grounding was now over and she was eager for tomorrow after school getting to visit the shed at the bottom of her Great Grandma's garden. She was happy that due to not being in Murry Well's combat class she could get over the Grandma Fay's house prior to the normal end of Friday's school day. It meant there was a chance she could get to see if the 'Archive' was actually real or a mad fevered dream occurring as Jaune's last life ended. Something Senna could learn as early as tomorrow. If she'd arrived later Friday evening and still attempted to check the shed that first night she'd risk appearing to Grandma Fay as if the visit was for the shed and not to see her.

"Are you going to wash your hair?" Aster brought Senna out of her wool gathering. "We only have three or four of our ten minutes left." The frantic concentration on washing her hair ended her thoughts on tomorrow. Until Aster brought it back up when they got back into their bedroom.

"You know Grandmother Fay is determined to get you in a skirt. She shopped last weekend and has three. Good luck hardening your heart and upsetting her." Aster suddenly informed Senna as she pulled a clean pair of jeans on.

"How could she have already bought them? She wouldn't know if they'd fit?" Senna stated grasping at straws. Aster laughed. "Identical twin, the only difference between us is you get your hair cut shorter." Aster turned back to the mirror to brush her hair before adding to her tease. The skirts fit me in the store last weekend when we shopped for them."

Senna grumbled as she left for the stairs then called back. "Are all nine of us eating dinner tonight?" Barely waiting 'till she got a yes Senna rushed to descend. If she got started on dinner she could get back at her sister the easiest. Aster didn't like Primrose Pie. The pie was apparently the signature dish that enabled their Mom to snag their father. Senna rather liked the minced beef and vegetable pie while Aster hated carrots, garlic and onions. She also preferred roast beef or steaks to mince meat. If she got two pies in the oven it would be 'fete de compli' against her teasing elder sister. It was also dinner made easy the whole meal already assembled, pre-cooked, waiting in their dust chilled pantry to be popped in the always hot aga and reheated.

Seeing there were four pies ready for her to take two of and also one gooseberry pie left. Senna grabbed the two meat pies while she knew her sister would still be still working on her hair. It was hard but she held off on the gooseberry pie though, thinking that just might be a step too far and get Aster to declare war. Having just got out of being grounded the last thing was to get in a fight and delay even further from visiting the shed.

"Oh hey Aster I've got the main meal started any preference on desert?" Jaune asked innocently seeing his sister arrive. "Er, as long as it's not gooseberry pie I'm not too fussed on dessert. What is dinner then? The hobs are all covered."

"Are you sure? There is just one gooseberry pie that looks like it should get eaten."

"Grandma Fay loves Mom's Gooseberry pie you could take it with you tomorrow evening." Aster countered trying to find a way to get the pie out of the house so it doesn't become the forced food to be eaten on the weekend. "We could offer trifle or ice cream. I saw both in the pantry when I got the Primrose Pies out."

"Sen… Really! Mince pie. You know I hate them." Aster whinged annoyed.

"I didn't put the gooseberry pie in and if I take it with me you get to avoid having to eat it this weekend. Think of the Primrose pie as valid punishment for enabling Grandmother Fay to buy three skirts for me."

"How's that my fault…

"You could have found something you know I would find wrong with them as in they aren't pants and thus I wouldn't have to break her heart this weekend when I tell her I hope she kept the receipt. Hopefully the gooseberry pie will mend it." Senna converted her whinging to a joke.

Aster leaned over and whacked Senna on the back of her head. "You are a prat… Don't you tell her to return them… You're a girl now and skirts won't kill you." Senna got to setting the table for nine whilst ignoring Aster's comments that she kept throwing out 'till the rest of the family started to show up for dinner.

"Saphron could you please pass me the pepper grinder?" Iris asked while Mom served herself a slice of pie having got the two youngest set to eat. "I do grind some pepper in them when I make them, you know Iris." Myrtle said slightly miffed how her sister would always do this once she found out Myrtle had prepared the pie verses Mom.

"You never get it just right like Mom's" Iris replied while grinding peppercorns onto her dinner. Myrtle drew in her breath… then seeing that Mom looked tired held back in saying she hadn't even tried the pie yet to know if she thought it needed more pepper. Seeing the tension leave her Mom's face and a near smile crack she knew her Mom was thankful she'd held her tongue.

Mom had been really tired the last few weeks and she was glad that Senna had stopped pushing her buttons. Myrtle had kept Iris and Saph off Sen even though she too wanted to know about the time that wasn't real time and had been spent with the Invincible girl. She was worried about Mom though and had actually got her a doctor's appointment for tomorrow, knowing she had a half day at work. Last week when she dropped that on Mom had not been easy. Hopefully she was worried over nothing and she can be told off for interfering, but she just knew something was wrong.

"How are you four doing with your combat training?" Mom asked looking to her older four daughters while listlessly pushing the food around on her plate. She'd taken a decent first forkful then after a grimace returned it to her plate obviously not hungry or something.

"It is great. Thanks for doing this Mom." Saphron replied. "There is something odd or off though." Myrtle added but then seeing her Mom's tension wrinkles return, she quickly backtracked. "Oh, no Mom I am so thankful that you did this. It's more how I think there's something else going on." Myrtle hoped her Mom wouldn't think she wasn't ecstatic on being given this amazing chance. She drew another breath to collect her thoughts. "It could be them originally believing we lied about Senna not having professional training. Just when they call her, 'a prodigy'… Well it's like there's something else in the meaning to their eyes. All four of team ARMS share some odd looks… Surely they can't still think we lied."

The eldest three all debated whether ARMS were being sarcastic or what else was meant with how they referred to Senna. Then moved onto whether there was an issue with the delay on unlocking Senna's aura or not. Along with the information that team ARMS were thinking they would need to delay unlocking everyone's aura.

"They likely expect to make money once Senna is fighting in circuits, and are hoping to get you three to have to fight too." Iris offered and immediately the discussion was silenced until Mom broke the silence with a scoff. "Well that's not happening."

"Has anyone refuted Senna as a prodigy?" Iris asked and after various whys and who cares or what was that to do with this she continued. "If Senna was professionally trained and she beat up a kid and put another person in the hospital you worried that Senna and you Mom and Dad could be in trouble?"

"Senna has no professional training." Mom snapped back, but Iris countered "I think Mum you've been tricked. Can I see the contract you signed?" Mom likely due to not having an appetite surprised her kids when she actually interrupted dinner to get the contract for Iris to look over. Normally she would have said it could wait 'till after dinner and homework being checked.

Twenty minutes later and Senna wanted to be sick. If she will have to, as Iris says Senna will, be forced to fight in circuits then there is no way she can bump into Pyrrha in Beacon and pretend to not know she is famous. Hell over the next five years she would almost be guaranteed to at some point have to fight her. Ergo Pyrrha will not want to be her partner in Beacon. Heck she came to Vale to escape her fame and she clearly wanted nothing to do with Weiss who called her on it. Pyrrha would want nothing to do with Senna too now.

The whole damage control of ensuring her three older sisters all have negligible gain in ability in their fourth and fifth week at best only helped them. In fact even then it might not help all three. As she'd already given Aster two weeks of training before their official training Aster might already be thought a prodigy even if she shows no growth over this week. It would all depend on if they could get a huntsman scout to rule Aster a prodigy too. Suddenly being an identical twin was a huge disadvantage. Well it had been a disadvantage being an identical twin to a girl the second Jaune awoke in this do over, but now there was an extra problem with it.

"Mom one good thing is that you didn't give exclusive rights to team ARMS to decide when your daughters' aura gets unlocked. You only rescinded your decision to them…

Iris offered into the silence. "As you didn't give them exclusive rights then Dad, Grandpa or Grandma Fay can unlock it."

"We will look into it later, put the contract away now until after dinner, chores and homework are done. It's a school night so there's no excuse for staying up late. Let's not let your dinner get cold." Mom decided to wrap up the excitement. She would also get the youngest two to bed at a decent time. Considering aside Iris and Mom, everyone else had nearly finished their dinners. Senna having the next most food left, but that was likely due to her loss of appetite as she was sitting back from the table having placed the cutlery together on her plate. Silence descended and seven of the nine of them returned to eating.

Senna helped Aster clear the table before bringing in the trifle and ice-cream for desert. "No Mom, sit we can get Jess and Dahlia situated. Do you want trifle or ice-cream?" Aster asked her youngest sisters.

"Is it chocolate ice-cream?" Jessamine asked while Dahlia chose ice-cream. "It's strawberry ice-cream." Senna replied while serving two small scoops into Dahlia's bowl. "Don't we have chocolate too?" Jess carried on causing Dahlia to demand the chocolate ice-cream too. "It's strawberry or bed." Myrtle quickly jumped in and Jess allowed that she would accept the strawberry ice-cream.

"I'll put Jess and Dahlia to bed Mom. Saph could you make Mom your great coffee?" Myrtle said yet again trying to get her Mom to rest a bit.

"I'd rather have that tea with rosehips you made the other day Saphron." Mom asked causing Prim's elder daughters to look at her oddly. Their Mom turning down Saph's coffee had to be a world ending event. Prim seeing the looks said. "I just have gone off coffee recently."

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Prim was worried. She'd given Myrtle a hard time about making an appointment for her today. Not because she thought it was a waste of her time but because she was worried what she was going to find from visiting the Doctor's. Here she had completed a half day at work and she was drained of energy. She worried that she had cancer. Her appetite was close to none existent. Foods she had always loved now made her nauseous, and she had no energy.

While she walked to the medical center from work she kept debating opening her scroll and cancelling the appointment. There was housework to get done. Myrtle had been so good and knowing she'd in her fear been a bit bitchy meant she couldn't go home and face the disappointment in her eldest daughter's face. She had the time now, she had an appointment she better find out what the problem is. Her feet slowed as she walked to the medical center's entrance as if walking to the gallows.

Standing in front of the door she was shocked when the receptionist opened it from inside and said. "I thought that was you Mrs. Arc, come on in and you can go straight through with nurse Danielle's as Doctor Potts has requested some blood work."

With the phlebotomist sated for her need of blood and the urine sample handed over nurse Danielle showed her back out to the waiting area. A nervous unknown number of minutes later and another nurse guided her to her exam room and after giving her the usual paper gown left her to get changed. She'd barely dressed herself when a knock on the door allowed entry of the obviously not sated phlebotomist.

Prim was close to panicking. The doctor had requested some additional blood work from the vampire nurse after likely seeing the results of the first tests. The girl had said the tests were missing off the initial order, but Prim worried it being more likely they became needed as she was so sick and it had been seen in the results of the first tests.

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"You can get dressed into your clothes now Mrs. Arc and the Doctor will be back shortly to discuss everything with you once he gets the results back from the second batch of tests." The nurse smiled at her, and closed the door after leaving her to get out of the awful paper gown and back into her clothes.

After getting dressed there was an agonizing wait. Until finally Doctor Potts came back and after closing the door smiled. "Well you should know how to handle this…

"It is not too bad then?" Mrs. Arc replied to the Doctor's comment that caused the Doctor to laugh. "You're not sick Mrs. Arc. You have though lost far too much weight which we will be monitoring initially with another appointment next week. If your current fasting issue is addressed you likely will only have to see the Doctor I'll provide a referral for initially every month.

"You say I'm not sick, and then say I've lost too much weight and need referring for monthly visits to another Doctor while still seeing you too. That doesn't sound like someone who isn't sick."

"Does it sound like someone who is pregnant Mrs. Arc?" Doctor Potts asked. "You know my wife, your OBGYN, whom is the other Doctor I'm referring you too. I believe you've been pregnant six times before and seen her monthly during those times. The loss of weight is concerning, but as long as it gets addressed it is not yet alarming."

Mrs. Arc was still in shock. Internally she kept thinking 'I can't be pregnant'. Doctor Potts appearing to dispute her internal thoughts, said. "Yes, around six to eight weeks pregnant, at your first ultrasound we will be able to give you a more accurate date of conception.

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"Come in, come in… well let me look at you. I haven't seen you in nearly two months. You've grown and thankfully not cut your hair." Senna enjoyed being hugged by her great-grandma whom she hadn't seen in a few years, even if it was an aborted one with her being held away and scrutinized. She realized that she'd forgotten to cut her hair and would need to do that next weekend when she was back home before someone decided she needed to get it styled. She could allow herself female pronouns as she really didn't want her Mom to think she'd been replaced but where a boy could have long hair a girl needed that long hair styled.

Senna's Grandma Fay after having held her firmly away at arm's length to look her over, dragged her back into a comfortable hug once more. "I hear you've been beating up boys and hunters. I don't think I like hearing gossip about how one of my granddaughters is becoming a hoodlum." The scrutiny is back before she eases off once more and backs into her hallway. "Anyway come in, and take a seat while I put the kettle back on, and we can have a chat, dear."

"I have brought a gooseberry pie Myrtle made. Let me pop it in your pantry first." Senna requested and rescued the pie from the top of her weekend bag. Grandma Fay smiled at Senna before offering. "We can have a slice of that after dinner. I've a couple of chops for us tonight if you prep the vegetables later. Anyway give it here and go sit. I'll bring through the tea."

Senna sat on the loveseat looking at the mantle place with pictures of her Mom, sisters and herself. In the middle there is one of her grandfather between his parents when he was sixteen in black and white. She knew that was one of the last pictures her great-grandfather was in before he was killed in a grimm incursion. Beside the fireplace after the rack with hung brass fire tools was a glass paneled floor to two-thirds of the wall height to the ceiling, hardwood bookcase. The books behind the glass paneled doors looked old and as they had not appeared to Jaune in his last life, to Senna they now seemed extremely interesting. Jaune had only become curious in them after they were gone. He'd always wondered what had happened to the books as they and the bookcase were missing when he'd been asked to look and see if there was anything he wanted prior to the sale of the house.

He recalled Iris throwing a tantrum at the missing bookcase. He'd been more interested in some of her toys kept from his granddad's childhood for when grandma Fay's granddaughter and great-grandchildren visited. He hadn't found out who took the books. He figured the family likely sold them to a collector but realized that was probably a mistake as they looked interesting and were in good condition.

"I'll have to hide the key to the bookcase as I do when Iris visits." Senna was knocked out of her thinking as her grandmother arrived with a tray of tea and biscuits. True the key was currently in one of the doors, Senna noticed before her Grandmother continued. "I made a batch or shortbread this week would you like to have some with your tea."

"Oh yes please… and unlike Iris I've never opened the bookshelf, and wouldn't without your permission. I was just realizing how many old books in good condition there were and wondering what they were about." Senna recovered from her memories and took her cup and after taking a bite placed the piece of shortbread on her saucer.

"They're really not worth the space they take up. They're a decoration and that's the main reason I keep Iris out of them as they really aren't worth her time wasting to try to read." Grandma Fay paused to take a sip of her tea and indicated for Senna to grab some more shortbread. "They are also mostly in older dead languages no longer known to Remnant and I doubt I can remember even the few I'd had explained to me by my grandfather. I really should look into getting rid of them. I guess I just like them as a decorative curiosity."

"I hope you keep them. Without that bookcase and those books this wouldn't be Grandma Fay's lounge." Senna offered, now wondering if it was her great-grandmother that had chosen to get rid of the bookcase and books. Her Grandmother chuckled saying is that so and they enjoyed a small pause of quiet. Relaxing while eating the shortbread and tea.

"Now Senna, I would like you to calmly listen to all I have to say and not jump up and defend yourself. This isn't a telling off and I think your Mom likely punished you too much with the three weeks grounding, but at the same time failed to actually address the elephant in the room."

Senna felt like the two pieces of shortbread in her stomach had turned to lead. Of course from the greeting she'd gathered that her grandmother knew of the fights and obviously as Senna didn't show up three weeks ago knew of the grounding. She held herself still waiting for the telling off. It would likely be couched in sweet kind words, but there was no way she wasn't about to be told off, and told off, but good. Senna clearly recalled this tone and way of speaking from Jaune's life and this was the second worst stage. The worst is if her grandmother stops talking after asking Jaune what he thinks he should do now, and he fails to answer correctly.

"I know you are now a woman, Senna, and usually when this happens a girl should be encouraged to embrace the positives of being a young lady. There is a difference of acting a tomboy while young and doing so due to a dislike of being a woman."

"Grandma I'm twelve and I don't dislike women. In fact you could say I'm very interested in them." Senna interrupted, mainly to give herself time to work out how to say no to the skirts that obviously was the direction her grandma was going with this. Senna couldn't quite work out how she was being called an adult, her grandmother didn't know about the time loop. Well if she disagreed with the twelve comment then Senna would work out her grandmother knew something there too.

"Senna yes you are twelve, but you are also a young woman. As a child you can rough and tumble and be boisterous, but after you have become a woman you need to learn decorum and be seen as ladylike." Senna was completely thrown. When she was Jaune she was still being called a child and a boy at twelve by Grandma Fay. Well actually around fifteen she did start to call him a young man. How come was Senna a woman at twelve? Was it due to Grandma's belief of stricter rules for girls verses boys? Senna looked with confusion at her Grandma.

"The way you are currently slouched on the loveseat while we had a cup of tea… the size of your bite of shortbread are things that a woman is judged on far more harshly than a boy."

Grandmother got up to take Senna's cup from her and noting the ring of tea in the saucer added. "Even that you spilled a bit of your tea into the saucer when you jerked from something I said is also an item you need to not do as a young lady at tea. It is to learn these manners that I would like you to wear skirts this weekend."

Well Senna had known they were heading that way but had wondered how she was going to tie it together, wanting so badly to say you can slouch and spill tea and take too big a bite of shortbread all while wearing a skirt she only refrained knowing she didn't want to upset her Grandma. Well she could silently disagree.

"At twelve you are given more benefit than when older, but the reason for the skirt helping is if you are worried about what might be seen you learn to sit correctly. You can't slouch because you have to think about how it will look." Senna tried to sit up straight to show you could be careful how you sat regardless of what you wore, but chose otherwise to stay mute.

Returning from the kitchen Grandma Fay sat back in her chair before adding. "I am going to take an afternoon nap in this chair. You will find on your bed in the guest room the outfit I would like you to wear for dinner. In a couple of hours you can show me how you look. Make sure you pop an apron on over it when you prepare the vegetables… I think three potatoes and you can choose the two other vege's to go with our chops."

As her grandma slipped quickly to sleep, Senna picked up her bag and took it to the guest room. Sure enough there was a pale blue slik camisole, a light blue cotton blouse, and a royal blue knee length skirt on the bed. Deciding to worry about that later after dropping her bag Senna quickly headed to the back garden and the shed. It was time to check up on how crazy she was.

Back downstairs and confirming her grandma was asleep Senna took the shed key off its hook in the kitchen. Then opened the back door and stepped onto the patio. Being early summer the rose bushes were blooming. They climbed the trellis walls between Senna's grandmother's neighbors' yards at the rear of the row of houses. The bright hues of reds, pinks and yellows down either side and along the rear trellis fence of the garden were pretty and provided a lovely aroma.

Jumping down the two steps between patio and garden Senna chose to skip from footstep stone to footstep stone reliving Jaune's youth. He probably last did this… Senna laughed realizing it was likely at about twelve that Jaune last did this.

The green shed looked like it likely needed a coat of paint. It had sun faded from the dark green gloss visible in places that didn't get direct sunlight. In places the wood beneath showed where paint had pealed or washed away. The lock had rust as did the handle and door hinges. Popping the key in and wiggling it to engage the lock Senna turned the key in jerks and wiggles while pushing the door closed.

Inside there were boxes both beneath the counter and on top of it. A half opened vice was mounted to the cabinet close to the door. Senna recalled Jaune watching his Grandpa, the boy in the black and white photo on the mantle, locking wood in the vice so it stuck out into the garden. Then he measured and could cut the wood outside the shed, so the sawdust fell onto the lawn and wouldn't need to be swept up afterward.

Senna proceeded to move the boxes out from under the counter, while ignoring the webs and dust which had accumulated around them. It took a good while but finally she'd cleared the boxes enough to pull back the rug and find that there was a trap door in the flooring of the shed.

Now Senna was wondering had Jaune as a child seen the markings of a trap door or even seen it open and thus dreamt his unusual dream or was she about to re-enter that odd metal corridor. Several minutes later and Senna wondered if it was a section of flooring that had rotted and a square section was cut out to ensure all the rot was removed before hammering in this section of flooring. Then a ring added to make it look like a trap door when it actually wasn't.

After looking and failing to see if there was anything on the section of wood panel or the ring that twisted to unlock the 'trap-door', if it even was one, Senna grew irritated. The irritation increased when pushing on the cross beams holding the counter up and every nail head or bracket protruding from the shed walls and counter support failed to unlock the possible 'trap-door'. Thus Senna was trying to put her leg through the trap-door to see if there was only earth or a set of stairs beneath. Senna was doing this by slamming said leg repeatedly onto the wood when she was interrupted.

"Senna Loira Arc, what in Oum's name are you doing to my shed floor!"

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Author's Note: Last edited Aug 14th 2021 What is mine is mine all else is from RWBY please don't post or publish this story partially or in its entirity anywhere else.