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CHAPTER 2

Jaune was not having a good day. First, he had to ride an airship to get to Vale. Which, as it turned out, still made him air sick. Second, he ran into some grumpy looking guy in a faded white coat, and later some crabby girl in a leather jacket and a headscarf while waiting to be picked up to get to Beacon. Third, he had to ride another airship. And finally he threw up all over some guy's feet… Thumbed feet… Jaune looked up at the guy he'd vomited on, finding a face holding a level of contempt he'd only ever seen on his father when he'd told him he was going to become a huntsman. Thankfully whatever the giant ape (he damn well knew gorilla feet when he saw them, Planet Remnant was comparable to Saturday cartoons after all,) faunus had planned to do with him was shrugged off in favor of cleaning the bile and half digested food off himself. Jaune nearly fainted when the big guy and his friend walked away, only to be hit by another wave of nausea. Thank the gods the trip was over.

Pale spat into a dip bottle, and then cracked his neck. He was a patient man, but by god was the taxi drive up Beacon Ridge murder. With what little he owned in the trunk, he waited to arrive at the cliffside, where he could tail the Belladonna girl further. She'd taken a taxi up the ridge too, and having been shadowing here for the better half of a week to study his target, he elected to follow her in the same method of transportation. Of course this would be a lot harder than just shooting into a herd of the animals. This time around he needed to figure out a way not to get caught, and in the process discover if the White Fang was plotting to attack the school.

He'd heard rumors of initiation taking place in the Emerald Forest this year, which meant it was possible he'd be able to lick off a shot, and should she be found afterwards, it could be called an unfortunate accident. Then again the fact Pale had been let in by passing an entrance exam didn't do much to instill confidence in the school's ability to catch unqualified or otherwise unvetted individuals, so he might be able to just slit her throat in an empty hall on the first day… Assuming there were not other Fang insurgents in the school. They let the cat in, and she was a semi known terrorist, it was unlikely they'd catch him once he was actually in the place. Pulling the dip from his lip and chucking it out the window, Pale looked down at his revolver, and the bayonet to his rifle and smirked. "Well, there is more than one way to skin a cat." He muttered to himself. It was going to be a long year.

Siniy rubbed his electric blue eyes and growled in frustration. First class his left ear. (The extra one) With all of the money he paid up front for his two duffle bags and weapons case to be moved on a cart, one would think it would actually be done, yet for some reason after the 6 four flight, 2 hour layover, and the hour long trip at half speed from Vale's airport to Beacon's, the Schnee got her luggage loaded onto the only cart they'd had on board instead of his. He hoped she'd blow up or something… Ok, that was a bit much… He hoped she'd only be minorly inconvenienced by tripping on an uneven stone or something. He picked up his things, strapped a bag to his back and his front, and rested his weapons case over his shoulders, then got to moving out towards the specified auditorium for new first year students.

Halcyone pulled her shemagh around her face tighter. Beacon was a lot colder than she'd anticipated. Tack onto that the fact this annoying redhead kept asking her stupid questions all the way to the building she was supposed to go to, and the day had her seriously pissed off. Whatever. She was at Beacon, tuition fees paid, with a little bit of help. Nothing could stop her now… Except maybe the potential aneurysm… And the fact her freedom had been severely limited for the past few months without the rat rod to take her wherever the wind so chose. Who knows, maybe the team she got stuck with would be less annoying than the redhead… Or maybe she'd find someone nice, and actually have a chance at a stable relationship that didn't revolve around backstabbing and dust smuggling… Like that hot blond next to the big guy.

Ruby, Yang, and Clayton walked off the airship together, and took in the sights of the school. Only for Yang to wander off in an attempt to find a bathroom, leaving the Crimson Couple to themselves. Ruby looked around, and noticed the lack of people nearby, and suddenly felt a little warm. It was just her and Clayton, and they had a few hours until they needed to be at the first year induction ceremony. "Hey Clay?" Ruby asked, looking up at her boyfriend. He took notice of her affectionate nickname for him. "We have a little while until we need to be anywhere, wanna just, sit down?" She asked, eyeing an unoccupied bench.

"Oh Rubes, that would be- OOOOW!" Clayton shouted, pulling his foot up, as pain suddenly ran through his toes. Someone had run over his foot with a luggage cart. Unfortunately for the owner of the cart, all of it's contents were tossed upwards, as Clayton's strength overturned it.

"What are you doing?!" Came a shrill voice from beside him, as Clayton hopped in place clutching at his foot. Failing to recognize who he was about to insult.

"You ran him over! How is this his fault." Ruby asked, pointing at the white haired girl.

"What kind of idiot walks around without shoes on?" She asked, as Clayton spun to face her.

"What kind of idiot…" There was a moment of realization for the both of them.

"It would be a faunus clodding around barefoot like some peon." The now identified heiress of the SDC said.

"It would be a Schnee who treads on me like she's royalty." Clayton said, lowering his foot to the ground.

Weiss turned her nose at that statement, as she picked up a vile of fire dust that had fallen out of her luggage. "Do you have any idea the amount of damage you could have caused, you ingrate? This is purified and refined fire dust. If you stepped on it, we'd all be on our way to the hospital." Weiss said, scolding the man in front of her waving the vile in his face. Only for him to snatch it out of her hands.

"Actually yes, I know what this stuff can do, which is why I wouldn't be waving it around like that." Clayton said, holding the dust out of her reach.

"Give that back!" Weiss shouted, only for Ruby to pull out Crescent Rose and cock the weapon.

Ruby was in a predicament. Her boyfriend and the heiress of the SDC were about ready to come to blows, and she wanted to stick up for Clayton, but he could plenty well do that on his own, and she could not in good conscience let Weiss Schnee of all people be bent over and spanked publicly by Clayton. Race relations were bad enough… Why had her mind instantly gone to spanking?... Oh right… Sunday Night. She practically squirmed at the memory, before shaking it from her thoughts. This was no time to be thinking like a dirty minded school girl. "Both of you stop it. Clay, give Weiss her dust back, and Weiss, please leave Clayton alone." Ruby said, gently nudging her boyfriend away from Weiss.

Blake looked up from her book for a moment. "Huh." She said, with a raised eyebrow. A primate faunus of some kind, and the heiress to the SDC were arguing over a dust vial…

"Pathetic isn't it." Blake spun in place, and her amber eyes widened slightly. Before her stood a 9 foot 5 behemoth in a uniform that looked like it belonged to one of the academies of Atlas or Mantle, with two large bags and a case strapped to him. She gulped before he spoke again. "Talking with someone like that." Blake's gut reaction to his statement was to narrow her eyes. How typically Atlas of him… Then again… Blake looked up at the wool beanie on his head, which was very out of place given the rest of his uniform, the extra hairy hands and arms, and then the massive size. This guy had to be a faunus. "You'd think with all the money the Schnee's have they could have bought some tact." The giant scoffed. Yeah, definitely a faunus in disguise, seemed to be a lot of that going around. "My name is Siniy, Siniy Garnet." The Giant said, extending a hand to her, one she gingerly took.

"Blake Beaumont." She said in return with a half smile.

Nope nope nope nope nope nopenopenopenope. So much nope. Pale was weighing his decisions now. He'd been stalking Blake from a distance ever since he arrived at Beacon, planning to kill her in about 5 different ways, then the walking throw rug went over and started making nice with her. This was bad. If the big guy got placed on a team with her, and it was fucking obvious he was a faunus so he'd side with her, there was no fucking way he'd be able to put down the cat and not have that big dumb sumvabitch come after him... Worse if he was in the Fang. Damage multiplying semblance or not, he doubted a bullet to the chest would do much to deter the man. He couldn't just cut his losses, this was the kill of the decade and a massive blow against the terrorist he was looking at here… Maybe he'd have to play the long con, get a good team of like minded individuals, and over the year cause a divide that would make them want to string the cat up in the rafters, it would certainly deflect a lot of the blame away from him, and if the walking fridge killed the guys, then no one would be able to suspect he'd motivated them to kill her.

Whelp, it was official, Jaune's luck was horrible. Everything that had happened to him this morning, and then this, tripping over some dust vial left lying around, and knocking over some long haired blond girl. "Hey!" She yelled, getting to her feet as Jaune recovered as quickly as he could.

"I'm sorry, I kind of tripped over…" Jaune looked back at the vile, before leaning over and picking it up. "This…" He said, before pocketing the fire dust vial… What? Free dust was free dust, and SDC brand purified and refined powder at that, was expensive.

"Oh… Well… Sorry for blowing up at you like that. Let's start over. I'm Yang." She said, holding out a hand for him to shake. Jaune hesitated at first. He grew up with 7 sisters, adding another crazy blond to his life was not on his to do list any time soon. Then again, Yang seemed ok.

"Jaune, Jaune Arc."