"Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would be judgement"

"A new book of yours?", Junior asked this to the boy while wiping the table.

"Hmm? Oh, no no, heh.. I'm… actually surprised you haven't heard this before. I mean it has a lot to do with this club"

"Do tell", "Hmmmm…Nah", Junior rolled his eyes, and went back to tidying the bar.

To any random mook who knew Junior the situation would odd, Junior didn't usually initiate idle talk with a customer and when he did, it meant business. Junior had a short fuse, inherited via his papa King, sure it got better over recent years but…it wasn't odd to hear someone getting into an accident after slighting him.

"Another!", the boy raised his mug with a lopsided grin

"You don't have to do that you know…. it's a bar you just…signal for it",

"You just lack a sense of adventure Hei! -"

He giggled from that remark "Hei…Hey Hei Hey Hei-", the boy chuckled at the poor joke as if on a drunken stupor.

Junior sighed while taking out the special bottle in mechanical fashion. Filling the mug up in fancy bartender fashion wasn't hard, or especially fancy, but the boy clapped in glee anyway.

Junior gave a tiny smile, he still remembered the many bottles he broke to master it and honestly, there weren't many customers who appreciated the artform, especially when the concept of hunters existed, then again… he wasn't exactly your average customer….

The boy retracted the mug and like the other…. three instances that night, chugged the 400ml of fluid in a few seconds.

"Ah, Junior me old companion, have I ever told you how thankful I am that you finally got the good….", He shrunk his eyes "stuff? Yeah… stuff".

Junior scoffed, "Yeah? It better be, you know how much trouble I had to go through with that slave driver to get a direct supply?"

The boy giggled, "Yeah she's a handful that's for sure", he attempted to take another sip only to find himself peering into the mug, scowling at the lack of drink.

Junior was about to pour him another before he waved him down and rested his head in his arms,

"No it's fine, I've had too much anyway….wait….isn't it your job to cut people off when they've had too much?" They boy raised himself to stare wide eyed at the bartender, "You trying to kill me or something Junior?"

Junior held the bottle up, "Usually…. you'd have a point", swirled the visible white liquid around "'except I've never heard of someone dying of a milk overdose"

"Tch", the boy slumped back down mumbling into his arms, "Knows nothing…..Milk can be dangerous…Old Geezer…Zzzzz"

Junior's eye twitched, then he sighed and put the final glass on the pile.

The kid was an oddball, that was under no dispute, it was clear when he demanded payment in the form of free milk whenever he wanted.

But he was easy to manage, at least in comparison to another pair he kept close to the heart.

"You're still drinking this stuff?" a silky voice with uncharacteristic snark came into earshot.

"You're still wearing that thing?", he shot back, immediately coming out of his supposed slumber.

"Come now, are you telling me you don't like it", from the opposite side a similar sultrier voice floated in, with it a body pressed up against his side.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his hand,*Ptack*, "Agh", she clutched her forehead.

"That's what you get-", the red vixen said in a fit of giggles *Ptack* "Agh"

It was the white temptress's turn "Hah, stupid" she smiled in glee.

"Bimbo", she shot back

"Skank!"

"Bitch!"

"Rapist", this gave them both pause as they turned to the boy caught in the middle.

"" What?"", He pointed…well he motioned with his head towards the direction of the table, sure enough the red axe symbol engraved on the side of the table was glowing.

It was a marvel of engineering to be sure, Junior installed them earlier thanks to the nagging of the kid, cost a pretty lien too, that is it would've if the company didn't practically hand them to him. Sometimes he wondered how influential the kid really was.

Junior still didn't really understand it, kid tried to explain it to him once, something about a combination of molecules interacting with the material and glasses that, based on slight tints they give in reaction to a few drugs, send a light wave to the table they're on causing the symbol to light up.

Few knew about them, allowing the club to deal with the less "appealing" criminals. Even Junior had lines that he would never cross, especially after practically bringing up the girls.

Anyway, the girls detached themselves from the kid's arms and stalked towards their new, more unfortunate victim.

"My men would've handled it you know…",

"Yeah, but I wanted to breathe….",

Junior smiled, the girls were a nightmare to contain to be sure, even more so when something piqued their interest. The kid managed to deal with it well enough.

It was many an occasion that Junior pondered about pairing one of them to the young man, maybe both? It wouldn't take much effort after all.

The musings of every would-be father he supposed.

"Snowman Candlestick…", the kid's voice dragged him out of his thoughts.

"Hm?", the kid jerked his thumb towards the entrance and slumped back to a sleeping position.

He yawned, "Aughh…A word of advice Hei…don't piss off the blondi…zzZzz",

Junior rolled his eyes, he still hadn't figured out how he fell asleep so fast….still…Roman Torchwick. Business as usual…. "Junior! How Good to see youuu",

Yep…as usual…

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Melanie watched as the blonde blur ,accelerated to her limit, came rushing in, her instinct screamed at her to dodge, her motor functions didn't respond.

The yellow gauntlet rushed towards her.

A rush of air blew past.

Yang mid-punch was halted. Fist clenched by…..apparently one of juniors thugs, including standard suit, fedora and glasses.

Yang tried to retract her hand, for it only to not be able to move an inch. "Agh, Grrr LET GO!"

She brought her other fist rushing towards the young man's face. Just as it was about to make contact *Swhoo* the fist hit air.

He blurred out for a moment before his face reappeared a few millimetres in front of her, a small smile plastered on. She quickly shuffled back, readjusting his hat he decided that it was a good time for a diplomatic approach.

"Look blondie, I don't exactly want to fight, you've already sort of destroyed the club….and I'm not sure insurance is going to cut it this time…", he gestured to the mess that was the club, shattered floor, pillars and goons in all their glory.

Still blitzed with streaks of anger she shouted, "They attacked me!"

"Yeah? That's usually what happens when you threaten their boss by the Testicles!"

Her eyes turned back lilac quickly as she scratched her head in an awkward chuckle. "Yeah I guess I did huh…Hah ha…"

"Hah", he deadpanned. "How about you just leave now and we'll call it even...sort of.

"What!?", Miltia from behind decided to finally make herself known again, "You're just going to let her get away with this?"

"The Skank Trashed our Home! The Least…-"HEY, Who're You Calling Skan…

"ENOUGH!"

The club fell silent, Junior only now beginning to pick himself up from being suckered.

"Miltia, can you beat her?", he stared at the stubborn girl

"What do you mean! We just...", "Can YOU beat her!", he reaffirmed staring her down.

Green met Gold then looked away reluctantly, he sighed, his eyes softening.

"Go fix yourself up, and help your sister…", he added in a quiet tone.

"What! I'm Fin..AGh", she reeled from a hand pressing into her chest", "Your ribs are fractured, Go"

She huffed, biting down any comment she had and went towards her elder sibling.

"You as well, out of this club, any longer and the whole thing will deteriorate into an annoyance"

Yang sighed, retracting her gauntlets, "I guess…. for what it's worth sorry about the club….and your boss…and your friends?"

I waved her off, "Nah it's cool, physical damage can be repaired…. even if it's in the form of internal bleeding…usually"

…

"Sooooo…I'll be taking my leave now…", making an awkward chuckle and a wave she turned to walk towards the club entrance, and shuffled out…rather quickly.

Where she left a yawning teen bumbled in, "Hey, *Augh* I'm the fixer that you ca…..lled", he ended a bit wide eyed at the damage, he sighed "another one of those…"

An arm snaked around his neck, "Agh", he yelped as his head got a noogie.

"Hey, lil man, funny to see you here, you don't even call nowadays"

"I Called Last Week!", "Ah it feels like forever"

"Agh, stop that, that she-devil set me up!", suffice to say it lasted for a few more moments.

"Every time man...", you could almost see the pout on the jet-black headed teen as he attempted to straightened rustled hair.

"Hmmm….", I stared at him for a moment, he looked a bit unnerved, "What? Something on my hair or something…?"

"Nah, don't worry about it", ignoring his grumbling I continued with the larger issue, pushing him from behind, "chop, chop, I did actually hire you know, you're a bit late so that means you do extra work right?"

"What? Where does it say that?",

"Somewhere in the fine print, it doesn't matter, you were late"
"I wasn't late! I was just waiting for the booming to stop…you know I'm good in fights…"

"Hoh? Alright then…you don't have to do extra."

His face brightened quickly.

"We'll just spar afterwards to get you into combat form", I gave off a wicked grin.

His face paled even faster.

"You know what? Extra work sounds great! How about I go ahead and repair this whole block, in fact I'll even refurnish the place, oh but that would take till the end of the day, damn sorry boss, look like we can't…", frantically conversing as he increased the gap between us he eventually got to the opposite side of the club, where he started shifting and reattaching the pillars.

I shook my head, "Damn young'un's, you would think they would be up for a brawl…hormones and what not"

"You know you're not exactly a fully-fledged adult yourself…stop speaking so strangely",

"No, I suppose not, wouldn't want to take that away from you 'bOsS'

"Do you want to keep the suit?"

"Sorry Boss, Won't happen again I swear Boss", I stated at a 90* angle

He sighed, I took that as his acknowledgment, "So, Junior, making a move on a defenceless underage girl? Didn't think you had it in you, you know moral integrity and all that"

This elicited a groan from the aged man, "It was a bad spirit…", he pinched his brow, "It was as if I had full control, but still went out of my way to be a complete moron."

"Seems it didn't affect much…", I stepped back as a fist flew through. I raised my hands in surrender to a glaring Junior, eliciting another sigh…but it ended his glare, Success!

Something glinted and caught my eye, "Hmm?", going over and grabbing it revealed it to be a scroll, an almost reflexive tampering of it to unlock it revealed an interesting figure.

"Ebony Bird…", "You know her?", "In a way…",

"The blondie wanted to know about her",

"I no longer know about her"

"WHAT!?", we both turn to see a fiery blond.

In hindsight I should've expected it, scrolls are a teenager's essence and it being here meant she was bound to return sooner or later.

I looked over at the kid fixing up the pillars and signalled him to hide.

Looks like Jet's work will have to wait…

"Sorry Junior…." I muttered, "About?", Junior tensed in preparation for Yang.

"Your Bank Account"

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*Tinkle* The chains, while not cumbersome, really made you feel restricted, about a 50 cm wide area where I could freely move. "Do you understand?"

My head whipped up, I really did need to get rid of that tendency to get lost in thought, multitasking was never truly efficient. "Yep, good for me, good for you, good for us", I went back to fiddling with the chains as the cop gave me a hard stare.

"I'm serious kid, this'll only become more difficult the more you hold out on us, I can't protect you if you don't cooperate, I'm giving you an easy exit."

"ye*P*",

He sighed, "I've seen a lot of kids like you before you know…they all end up the same way, they're lives wasted away in a dark crummy cell"

A soft smile was all he got in response.

The man sighed, raising himself, "Well, I tried, I hope you don't regret this kid"

He walked to the door and had one last look to see if the boy would crack.

Still a smile.

The guard left. The door closed.

It was a few moments before the sound of a cane tapping against the floor came within earshot.

The boy's smile widened as he slid a letter onto the table.

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Ozpin neared the interrogation room, the second he had to visit in that day, cumbersome might describe it, but a potential student, especially one that matched up with a promising signal graduate was something to be welcomed.

Not to say the situation wasn't odd, usually the Vale department would be more of a hassle to give leniency to a huntress, especially one who committed un-authorised damaged on private albeit shady property. It seemed the commissioner called ahead to be of service there, not to mention the fact that Hei Xiong decided to not press any charges..

Yes, truly odd.

Loud quick thuds made themselves heard through the department. His spine tingled.

Someone was approaching quickly.

It soon revealed itself in the form of a blonde-haired female.

"Ozpin?"

"Commissioner?"

"Hm? Oh…. yeah…it is weird for me to be here huh?", she chuckled, "It's just I know the person inside he's…. of a certain importance to me."

"Your brother?"

"Jaune?!, What! Have You Seen Him?"

She gripped the headmaster's shoulder with a wide-eyed expression.

"I suppose that signifies a 'No'", she blushed and quickly retracted herself from him with an awkward step.

"Ah, sorry about that…no it isn't my little brother, thought if it was…", Her knuckles cracked loudly. The air chilled.

Ozpin kept a poker smile,

"Anyway, what brings you to our humble police station, you wouldn't expect the headmaster of our prestigious beacon academy to grace us with his presence"

"Nor would I the commissioner to a small station this far from Vale Headquarters…"

She gave a smile, "I was called actually."

"Hm?"

"Well… I'll fill you in after…but I think you'll understand if you meet him.

With that she moved to open the door, a key card swiped, she took half a step in the room before freezing. Ozpin peered from behind perplexed as to her hesitation.

Her eyes narrowed, "Guard!", an officer stationed nearby straightened up "Sir!",

"Where's the surveillance room in this building?", with the guard's instructions she gave a brief farewell to Ozpin and ran off, barely a second passed before she was out of sight.

Ozpin took a sip out of his mug and peered into the room.

A quick aura flux ruled out anyone hiding within the room, he stepped inside. An examination proved there was someone here recently, the chair twisted at an angle, the cuffs broken at the screws, an oddity due to its aura suppressive nature, and a letter.

Dear Perplexed Headmaster

"Ah…", the puzzle was starting to take shape.

You'll be pleased to find that I have no intention of pressing charges against your precious student, but I have every intention of pressing the button for the charges in that room"

*Beep*

The headmaster paused, he looked underneath the table to find an digital alarm haphazardly duct taped to the underside labelled "prank".

Another oddity, especially considering he hadn't noticed it.

Just kidding, obviously. What would be the point of blowing up my new headmaster, amiright? I do apologise for not being here though, I'm not really avoiding you as I am the ADHD induced commissioner, she and I have a…. let's say history that I'd rather not go into detail about, needed her to get your student off the hook, your welcome. ;P. Her brother is going to your Academy, not that it's any news to you.

Anyway…. I'll see you soon. Maybe? … probably not. Might be a bit hard to find me. Good luck.

Sincerely, Remnants Ruggedest

P.S: Expect carrier pigeons, like…a lot of carrier pigeons.

Ozpin took another sip.

"Carrier pigeons?"

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Been a while, if your displeased with the writing then please rage at me with a review, I always would appreciate to see my own faults. *cough* not that I have any *cough*