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Chapter 66

There were rumours.

Jaune didn't know what rumours or what they were about, but he knew something was up with the same certainty he knew it was morning. It started when he walked down the corridor after leaving his room, heard a few guys chattering, watched them go silent as he approached and then heard them start up again in hushed whispers behind. Immediately, he knew the rumours were about him.

That was just how the students were. Beacon trained huntsmen. Huntsmen were, by design, meant to be unsubtle. They were meant to be easily noticed, flashy and flamboyant, because the Kingdoms wanted them to be noticed. It worked well for lowering negativity and dealing with Grimm, but not so much for keeping secrets. When he stepped into the cafeteria, whole rows of tables went silent.

A bead of sweat ran down his face. "Okay. Not weird at all…"

It wouldn't have been a very brave thing to run even if he kind of wanted to. Instead, he moved to the serving stations and loaded up on breakfast, steadfastly ignoring the other diners who went still as he came close, and then moving away, eyebrows twitching as he heard them whisper behind him.

Peter and Bart waved him over to a table they'd commandeered. While there wasn't a set table for teachers, it was something of an unwritten rule that the section of table closest the door was reserved for them. No one enforced it but like the tables at the front of the classroom, no one bothered to sit there. Jaune set his tray down with a huff, flopping down onto the bench after as quiet chatter echoed behind him.

"Is mine and Glynda's breakup this big? How bored are our students?"

"This isn't about you and Glynda, lad." Port pushed a newspaper across the table. "Happened to me and Bart when we came in – and I can tell you now, we're still happily together."

Bart chuckled into his coffee. "Tsune will be upset."

"Nonsense. My darling adores a good bromance."

"Your darling is a psychopath."

"I know. It's rather sexy, isn't it?"

Not the words he would have used, though that was more because he didn't want to imagine Peter in any state of undress. If the rumours were about them too, then it couldn't be his breakup. He really hoped not anyway. If that was splashed over the front page, someone was going to die. Jaune fanned out the newspaper and read the headline.

"Five vs Five Hundred Thousand: How Beacon's Teachers Fought off the Apocalypse." Jaune let the paper fall. "The hell is this!?"

"Ridiculous, isn't it?" Bart said.

"Yes!"

"I know. Headlines should be snappy and short, not essays."

"Not that – well yes, no." Jaune pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "What is this garbage?" Realising he wasn't going to get anything useful from them, he picked up the paper again and read it out loud. "Shocking news broke early Thursday when Beacon Headmaster Jaune Arc revealed news to Vale's Council of a Grimm horde numbering close to a million that had been diverted from Vale the day prior."

"Close to a million," Bart mocked. "And so `five hundred thousand` becomes the headline. Inaccuracies as well as poor titling."

"A source within Beacon commented that Jaune Arc, accompanied by reformed former criminal Roman Torchwick, departed without warning Wednesday evening, only to be followed by other members of Beacon's faculty, Glynda Goodwitch, Peter Port and Bartholomew Oobleck-"

"Doctor! Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck!"

"-who were said to be in a state of some distress. While details of what happened are unknown, it is clear Headmaster Jaune Arc went to face the Grimm alone, only to be reinforced by other teachers from Beacon. More shocking is the news that the horde has been diverted, and that while Vale will be militarising in the coming days to defend from a possible second assault, the first has been dealt with entirely by five people."

"There were more than five of us," Peter complained. "Why, they didn't even mention Qrow or poor little Neo. The little darling must be positively torn up."

Poor little Neo? Maybe Peter had more affection for psychos than he ought to. "Who is this source they found in the school?" Jaune asked. "We should fire them instantly."

"Can't," Peter said.

"Why-? Oh, they're a student. Of course. Well, detention forever it is."

"It's not a student either."

"Wait, what? Then who would…?" The answer came all too easily. "Fucking Cinder."

"Fucking Cinder," Peter agreed sagely, nodding his head. "Though to be fair, we did have to supply her evidence of the horde in the first place to the Council, and they would have to bring it up to the public. Someone was going to put two and two together and realise we somehow diverted the Grimm."

"Okay. Fair." Jaune slapped the paper down. "But they wouldn't be coming up with stupid theories like in here! What kind of expert analysis is this? Ahem." He recited. "Headmaster Jaune Arc's Semblance has hitherto remained secret, raising the possibility of a Semblance so powerful it may have international consequences, potentially on a level capable of killing hundreds of thousands of Grimm at once."

"Well, those with powerful Semblances do historically find reason to keep them secret," Oobleck said. "Miss Nikos is a recent example."

"How about this theory? As a master thief and no stranger to disguises, Roman Torchwick may have been selected for his ability to disguise himself and Headmaster Arc into Grimm, whereupon they were able to sneak into the heart of the horde, plant a remote charge and detonate it, saving Remnant."

"Vaguely plausible. If one ignores the fact the Grimm would be moving, can sense humans and that not even Atlas has a payload that dramatic."

"As the premier teachers of Beacon, Remnant's most famous huntsman academy," Jaune read. "And a survivor of the Vacuo School for Gifted Youths, it stands to reason that the teachers at Beacon are the greatest of all huntsmen and huntresses, capable of holding the line against half a million Grimm without casualties."

"My." Peter twirled his moustache. "That does make me sound rather dashing."

"This is nonsense!" Jaune threw the paper down. "And even if people in Vale believe it, no one here should. Even if the Grimm lined up and waited to die, we couldn't swing our weapons a hundred thousand times each. Our arms would drop off. Our students should know better," he said loudly, hoping some would feel suitably ashamed. "They're training to be huntsmen!"

Peter crooked a finger for him to lean in and then whispered into his ear. "Yes, but keep in mind something must have happened to send the Grimm packing. We can hardly say what that is, so what are they supposed to believe?"

Well, crap.

He hadn't thought of that.

Jaune sat back, eyes wide. Peter did too with a little chuckle, while Bart smiled and added, "I expect that's what has everyone throwing rumours around. They know realistically we can't have faced the Grimm in a pitched battle, but we must have done something to drive the Grimm away. They're trying to decide what that was. The theories are quite diverse. Some are not even all that bad."

"Only some…?" Jaune asked mournfully.

"For every clever theory of luring the Grimm into elaborate traps involving detonating Bullheads and crevasses, there is another that suggests you seduced the Grimm into walking away."

"Ironic that those are closer, huh?" Peter teased.

Closer-? Well, it did involve a woman and a conversation, so he supposed him and Salem talking was closer to seduction than it was explosives, even if neither had been there at all. Jaune groaned and let his forehead bounce off the table. Of all the things he'd planned, how he would explain driving Salem away hadn't been on the list. Why would it be? The main priority was just getting rid of her and the Relic of Destruction.

"Headmaster!" Glynda came hurrying over to heir table with her clipboard in hand. "We have a problem!"

"Is it the rumours?" Jaune mumbled into the table. "I've heard them."

"Related. The Council of Vale – they're asking for a report."

"A what now…?"

"An after-action report, Jaune. They want…" Glynda cringed. "Details of how we fought off the Grimm."

Well, fuck.

"Can… Can we not…?"

"The Council aren't pushing for it, but I think they will if we refuse," she said. "There's no realistic excuse for why we shouldn't be willing to provide said details, and they've obviously got to tell the public something. If we refuse, we'll only appear suspicious at worst and downright ornery at best. It's their job to ask us, and our job to answer, especially if this is a threat to the city. There's no good reason to say no." Again, she winced. "Except for, well, the fact we don't have a good answer."

The truth was out for obvious reasons. Anything the Council was told would be sent through the public and the students, though, so lies would be picked apart all too easily. If they claimed they'd fought them for instance, the student body and any huntsman worth his or her salt would know that was bull. That sentiment would get back to the Council, and they might be called up again to ask why they'd lied and embarrassed the Council during a genuine crisis. Right now, they needed to cooperate.

What can we say? There's no good explanation that doesn't reveal information on Salem and the Relics. We can't have those exposed. The world would go mad. He didn't fully agree on the Salem side of that, but he did on the Relics. Just imagining what people would do to get hold of the Relic of Knowledge along was terrifying. Kingdoms would go to war over that sort of power. Think, Jaune. You scared off Salem with bullshit. Surely you can think up more to satisfy the council.

He drew a blank. Salem, for all that she was a terrifying and immortal witch, was still only one person. He'd tricked her based on what information he had from Cinder on what she was like. The Council, public and every huntsman and huntress in Vale was a little tall an order. They were all different, and while a lot of the huntsmen would have similar experiences from having studied at Beacon, that was the only similarity they… had…

Similar experiences.

Hmm…

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"Thank you for your patience, Councillors." Jaune smiled his best polite smile. "I hope I've not made you wait too long."

"You're fifteen minutes early," an elderly man commented. "Which already makes you more punctual than old Ozpin ever was." He touched his chest and added, "Rest his soul."

A few other Councillors echoed the sentiment, even if Jaune could have told them Ozpin's soul was very much not taking a rest. It hadn't been since history began. The Council of Vale was a strange collection of elected officials from the upper echelons of Valean society. What they'd accomplished in terms of gender equality by being half and half, they'd failed on faunus or age. There wasn't a council member below the age of fifty, nor a faunus among them.

Fossils, Ozpin liked to call them, even if that seemed rather ironic coming from the fossil himself. To hear from Glynda, however, they weren't bad people. They cared about themselves and their careers, but who didn't? He certainly wasn't innocent of lying to protect his job. They were, if nothing else, loyal to Vale and themselves. That made them better than Lionheart.

"There are a lot of people interested in how Beacon managed to divert the Grimm," another Councillor said. "Enough so that we've decide rather than relay your information to them later, we'd like to broadcast it directly." She gestured to the camera crews set up in the chambers. "They're not live right now," she added. "So if there is any confidential information to share, we should do that first."

"I don't think there's anything that Glynda hasn't already informed you of on that front."

"You're happy for this to be broadcast then?"

He wouldn't say happy, but it was only a polite question anyway. They'd already set up the cameras, so he doubted they'd be taking them down just because he was camera shy. Taking a deep breath, Jaune nodded. "I'm alright with it, but how will we be doing this? Should I just talk?"

"We'll lead in with questions," the council head said kindly. "Don't worry. We'll steer the conversation so you don't have to. If that is all, we should begin this. Are there any questions to be raised beforehand?"

None of the Councillors spoke out. Glynda had been in touch with them since the news of the attack broke, so she must have handled all the confusing details. Just more evidence of the incredible work she did.

"We're going live," a cameraman said. "In three, two," he waved for the one and then pointed to the council head.

"Welcome citizens of Vale. Thank you to Lisa Lavender for introducing us and this sudden Council meeting." Lisa? The broadcast must have been through the news channels. "An thank you to Headmaster Jaune Arc of Beacon, who has come to answer our questions today. We'll move straight onto business as I know everyone is eager to carry on with their lives. Headmaster Arc, thank you for coming today."

"Not a problem, Councillor," he replied.

"To set the scene, you and the faculty were made aware of a concentrated Grimm presence on the outskirts of the city."

"That's correct."

"How did you discover this?"

"Well, we had an expectation that there would be a large horde of Grimm on the loose somewhere," he answered. "After the fall of Shade, we naturally sent huntsmen to investigate and look for survivors. Among them were Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck and Peter Port, teachers in our own academy." Out the corner of his eye, he saw Bart wipe a finger over his eye, touched that someone had finally remembered his doctorate. "I've brought them here today in case you wanted to ask them any questions."

"We shall, briefly." The cameras turned to the two. "Mr Port and Oobleck, you were sent to Vacuo. Is that right? Can you tell us briefly what happened there?"

It was Oobleck who stepped forward. "Of course, Councillor. Headmaster Arc sent us to Shade and we made our way there quickly, ascertaining the state of the school. We were also able to find some survivors in the desert and see them safely to Vacuo. As one academy to another, it is imperative we work together. Shade's surviving students have even been offered tenure in Beacon next year should they wish it. All expenses paid."

"Very generous. Moving onto the Grimm, however?"

"Yes. While questioning the surviving students, we were able to get an idea for the force that attacked Shade. What we noticed however, was that they were not moving toward Vacuo, but instead the border."

"The Grimm you fought off are the same ones that attacked Shade then?"

"They are. Based on our warning, the headmaster saw fit to scout ahead on his end."

The focus came back to him. Jaune nodded. "Once I heard from Doctor Oobleck and Professor Port, I sent Qrow Branwen, a huntsman and teacher in Signal, to investigate. His skills lend well to reconnaissance and he was able to locate the horde and document its numbers."

"I see. This was no mere luck on your part then," the Councillor said. "Rather, the attack was a continuation of the tragedy that befell Shade, and your discovery of it was part and parcel of your independent investigations into Shade."

"That's right."

"Well, that explains quite neatly how it was scouted and discovered. Thank you for that. So, with the Grimm approaching the city, rather than alert us and prepare a defence, you and yours decided to act against the Grimm."

"As the resident experts on all things Grimm, we decided that was the best course of action, yes." This was the risky part. If they claimed to have destroyed the Grimm, then it was crisis over and there'd be no need to shore defences. They couldn't have that. "We were able to divert the Grimm away to buy Vale time but considering that they sensed Vale all the way from Vacuo, that won't last."

"How did they sense Vale? They passed by numerous towns and villages en route. Why weren't those attacked?"

"Grimm hunt by negativity, Councillor." Everyone knew that, so Jaune elaborated. "It's our belief at this time that they sensed the negativity concentrated in the city when the refugees from Atlas were being kept here and Atlas was still under siege. At that time, with the Kingdom on the brink of falling and hundreds of thousands of people uprooted from their homes, it makes sense that the negativity concentrating in the city would be of a level not seen since the fall of Mountain Glenn."

The Council muttered and whispered to one another. It wasn't exactly shocking news, but it offered a marginally realistic explanation for why the Grimm might have ignored the other outposts. It wasn't the truth, but it was believable.

"And you believe they will return?"

"We do. Though we were able to divert them, it was only that. Vale is now the highest concentration of negativity in the region, making it the most likely target. That'll only get worse as nearby villages and towns evacuate."

"I expect it will." The Councillor linked his hands on the table before him. He hadn't been antagonistic yet and didn't look to become it. In truth, they were on the same side here, only that Council wanted to outsource the explanation to the public into Beacon's hands. "That moves us on to the main topic then. Would you, in your own words, explain how you managed to divert the Grimm?"

"Of course…"

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"Here we go!" Yang cheered. "It's happening!"

"Shush! Down in front!" someone yelled. The common room was packed with people crowding around the single television. Others had their scrolls out and the broadcast was all the louder for being played off fifty devices at once.

Ruby yanked Yang down and Oscar held her other arm to keep her still. They were all excited to find out how this happened, but if Yang spoke over it then Team RWBY was going to be ostracised for life.

"I bet it was badass," she whispered. "What do you think?"

"Something cool," Ruby said. "Super cool."

"I think it must have been an intelligent gambit," Weiss said. "A trap."

"I'll bet on that," Blake agreed. "They lured the Grimm into a natural crevasse and blew the walls up, burying them in rubble."

"Pft. Lame. Twenty lien says they carved their way through weapons blazing."

"Deal." Weiss reached out a hand, as did Blake. Yang shook them both, assured of her victory.

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Qrow sipped on a glass of brandy, watching out the corner of one eye as the patrons of his favourite haunt leaned forward on the bar and their own tables, listening to the news broadcast playing loudly on the thirty-inch flatscreen attached to the bar's wall. The pool table before it was for once not in use, with a white sheet thrown over it and several patrons pulling up stools to use it as a table.

Most of them were huntsmen. Their kind tended to drink and eat together, more to avoid the strange looks they received walking around armed to the teeth. Nothing like screaming brats demanding to see your sword and entitled parents expecting you to show it, to convince you of the merits of avoiding public places.

Should be interesting to see how the kid gets out of this one, he thought as he took a drink. These were professional huntsmen. They weren't going to be fooled by shitty excuses and half-truths.

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"Of course," Jaune said, smiling at the camera, and all the people on the other side. "It was a very clever ruse concocted by the entire faculty, and some of its aspects are rather technical as you might imagine. Considering these is being broadcast to people from a wide range of backgrounds, some of which may have more limited knowledge on the subject of Grimm, I thought to bring along an expert to explain."

"Oh." The Councillor appeared surprised but not against the idea. "Very well. That's thoughtful of you."

"May I introduce, Professor Peter Port, our resident expert on all things Grimm." Jaune stepped back as Port trotted happily up, moustache freshly curled and teeth shining like miniature stars undergoing a supernova.

The Councillors had no reason to complain.

Glynda looked horrified.

"Professor Port is our teacher of Grimm Studies, a storied huntsman and an expert in his field," Jaune introduced. "I can't think of anyone better to tell the full story of what happened." Stepping back, he clapped the man's shoulder. "The floor is yours."

"Thank you, headmaster. Thank you. Ahem. Well…" Peter coughed and adjusted his collar. "It all started two weeks ago when we heard the news of Shade and I said, `Peter, you charismatic stallion of a man, those children need your help` so I took my old friend Bart, and we made our way to Vacuo. Now, Vacuo isn't a place for the faint of heart and the heat can be enough to curl the skin off a man's body. But my grandpappy always used to say, `Peter, there's not nothing that can't be solved by rubbing some lettuce on your skin`. He was a lettuce farmer, you see. Famous the world over. Port Lettuce. Fantastic brand. Anyway-"

Jaune retreated out from the view of the cameras, smiling as he watched the Councillors lean in with their eyes narrowed, struggling to keep up with the story, let alone make heads or tails of it.

Glynda met him with a huge sigh. "The students won't forgive you this, Jaune."

"You think they're watching?"

"Not anymore, I don't. I pity the civilians who try to listen to it all, let alone understand it."

"-and that's when I said `Peter, the Grimm haven't only run away because of your name and reputation transcending the bounds between human and Grimm – they're up to something` so Bart and I ran back to Vacuo to sound the defence, only to find they were nowhere to be seen!"

The average citizen who didn't know anything about Grimm other than that they were monsters to be avoided wouldn't be able to pick apart what was true and what was not. Peter was an expert. He was a huntsman. Therefore, he had to be right. If they didn't understand it, well, that was just because they didn't know the subject. You didn't need to understand how the human body worked to trust that a doctor did. That was what qualifications were for.

The average huntsman? Well…

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"Oh bloody hell!" one of the patrons howled. "He's still alive? He's still teaching!? Gah. Get it off!" He waved a hand at the screen. "I've graduated already. I'm meant to be done with his lessons!"

"Peter Port," another said with a shake of his head. "I still hear his voice in my nightmares, you know? How did I graduate?"

"Just Port things," a third said.

A fourth had already fallen asleep at the bar, showing that he was a recent graduate of Beacon who still had the usual Port Operating Precure ingrained into him. Several other patrons were laughing or complaining, but all were turning away from the screen, giving up on getting anything useful out of it but, for whatever reason, not blaming Beacon for it. Port was a known quantity. His reputation was legendary.

Qrow laughed into his drink.

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"Nooooo!" half the students in the common room wailed. "Nooooo!"

"-and then I took my axe and swung into the horde, carving a path through the enemy. Slash, swish, bampf! That last one was me missing, by the way, but such was the force of my raw strength that I split the ground and toppled three Deathstalkers into the abyss."

Doors opened and closed. Students gave up in their droves. It was Port. It was always Port. Ruby was sure there was a true story in there somewhere, but much like Nora recounting one of her dreams, the telling grew by the second.

"-wished I had a lettuce on hand, but all we had was my axe, the fire in our bellies and the thought of our students left behind, who would be doomed without our excellent tutelage to shape them."

"Can we get a new Grimm Studies professor?" Blake whined. "Please?"

"You know, technically he's saying they fought an epic battle." Yang held out her hand palm up. "Pay up."

"Absolutely not!" Weiss snapped. "This tale is nonsense."

"Ah. Ah. Ah. You said it was a trap. I said it was a fight. Sounds like a fight to me."

"Sounds like gibberish to me!" Weiss grudgingly pulled out her purse and tossed Yang some lien. Blake tried to hold on longer, but eventually gave up and slid twenty lien into Yang's hand.

"Heh. Winner-winner."

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Half an hour.

They stood there for half an hour listening to Port's voice. Specifically his voice and not his words, because Jaune had been standing staring off into space lost in his own thoughts. It was a happier place. It was only when Glynda subtly tapped his side that he came back to reality.

"And that's how we did it," Port said proudly, apparently wrapping up his literary epic. "The Grimm were diverted, our Kingdom saved – but only for a while. Even our prodigious strength could not win the day alone."

The Councillor looked like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. "I… I see."

He didn't.

"Well, that's quite the recounting…"

Jaune stepped up to take Port's spot, patting his shoulder as he went. "Thank you, Peter. That's the long and short of it, Councillors," he said. He was sure he heard one of them mutter `short?` with some confusion. Refusing to give them any time to ask questions, Jaune posed his own. "Was there any part of that you didn't understand?"

The Councillor flinched.

"Ah. Well…"

He looked left and right, but the other councillors refused to back him up. A Huntsman had just explained their methods to them. At least, that was what the Council assumed. Technically speaking, it wasn't Beacon's fault if the Council failed to understand that, but if they admitted it then they'd look stupid at best or downright incompetent at worst.

"I have no questions," he said instead, smiling awkwardly. "It all seems fairly simple when put like that. Don't you think so, Councillors?"

"Oh yes," a woman said, "Very down to Remnant."

"Makes perfect sense to me," another lied. "Just another sign that our taxpayer lien is going to the protection of the city if it can raise such fine and capable huntsmen."

"Agreed. Very much agreed." The lead Councillor laughed and leaned back in his seat. "Thank you for coming to explain all of this to us, headmaster. And for bringing your… ah, resident expert. He certainly made it, hm, easier for us non-huntsmen to understand."

"Grimm are complicated business," Jaune said. "That's why we need academies."

"Of course. Of course. What may seem confusing to us – and by us, I mean anyone watching this broadcast, not myself or my fellow Councillors obviously – is common fare to huntsmen like you." He stammered and ran a hand over his face. "Well, I think that's all I need to know. Does anyone have any questions?"

One or two looked like they might.

"If there are, I'd be happy to let Professor Port field them."

Those raising their hands suddenly coughed and made big shows of shaking their heads in the negative. "No questions, it seems," the Council decided. "Really, I think this was all explained rather neatly. When things are so obvious, there's little room for confusion."

Jaune grinned. "I'm glad to hear that. So, our proposal?"

"Accepted by myself. Does anyone else here disagree?" Not a one made to protest, many signalling their approval. "Then we are in agreement, not that I expected there would be any doubt. However you dealt with the Grimm, the threat is very real. Vale will forward additional funds to defence. Beacon will have its funding tripled and we shall begin negotiations with Atlas to house our citizens in the case of an evacuation."

He turned to the camera to say, "To all listening, we stress that nothing has been decided yet, but any evacuation would be temporary at best. No different to what Atlas' brave citizens experienced when they came here. General Ironwood has already provisionally agreed, and temporary housing is being constructed within the city of Atlas. I will ask for all our citizens to show the same courage and understanding our recent guests did while Vale and Atlas' huntsmen forces deal with the Grimm menace. Vale will not allow a repeat of Mountain Glenn."

"Beacon will make sure that doesn't happen, Councillors," Glynda said, stepping up beside him. "We will begin fortifications of the city walls immediately. In fact, I have already sent a proposal through to you and am awaiting confirmation to begin…?"

"Oh, that." The Councillor clearly hadn't seen it but was aware they were still live. "Yes, I had read that just before this meeting," he lied. "I was going to approve it after, but you may take my word now as confirmation. You may begin with your plans immediately."

Glynda's smile was as sweet as it was smug. "Thank you, Councillor."

"What proposal was that?" Jaune whispered to her as they were ushered out the chamber. The Council looked shocked and confused, but overall had no reason to complain about how the meeting went.

"There wasn't one."

"What? Then what did they just agree to-?"

"Technically speaking?" Glynda smiled as she pushed her glasses up her nose. "They just agreed to anything we decide we want to do with Vale's defences. If they argue, I'll just say it was on the proposal we sent through. The one they just agreed to."

Jaune was in awe. "When did you become so devious?"

"Let's just say I'm learning from a certain someone. Wow." Flushing, she fanned herself with one hand, laughing softly. "This bullshitting people into getting what you want thing is actually quite intoxicating."

"I've contaminated all of you, haven't I?"

"To be fair, I think Peter was doing this long before you ever were. How else can you explain that man still having a job?"

It was a question he'd asked himself many a time.

The irony being that Port could have told the absolute truth and it would still be less believable than something made up. I mean, that's the whole show in a way.

"There's a world overrun by horrible creatures called Grimm that are examples of evolution gone wrong; humanity is squashed back into small Kingdoms where academies train teenagers to become huntsmen and fight the Grimm. Meanwhile, inequality rises as the world runs short on dust, the primary fuel source that keeps humanity fighting. The world is stressed to the point of breaking."

Okay, believable. Understandable. Tense.

"Then there's four magical Relics that can summon two Gods, and the Gods made Remnant but left and broke the moon and magic is real and a thing, and Ozpin is immortal and so is the bad person, and now there are magical girls called maidens and maybe a prophecy based around a crown."

…

Whut…?

Did Peter Port take over writing the show?

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