Silence, there was nothing that could be said to diffuse the fury boiling over as the clenched fists of a young blond were tightened to the point of turning white. Jesse, perhaps due to the liquor, had let slip some rather interesting information regarding his nephew. And to his credit, rather than try to sweep it under the rug; the cowboy addressed it, spilling his guts to the boy, recalling every gruesome detail. At first there seemed to be an essence of guilt etched in his expression, as if the boy came to understand his mother's overprotectiveness. And he did…initially. But that understanding soon became anger; his mother was human, no question there. Given that faunus genes tend to be dominant, it meant that his faunus traits were inherited from his old man. And as it turned out, that was his mother's reasons for hiding his heritage.

It was evident from the barely restrained fury bubbling on the surface; Jaune only needed a small nudge for the lid to blow off. Luckily for them, the balcony on the second floor was mostly deserted, allowing the two to have a conversation without too much a fear of prying ears.

"So let me get this straight…" He spoke through clenched teeth; his eyes kept furrowed shut, and if looked upon closely; a vein was pulsating on his forehead. Jesse could assume how this conversation would pan out, though, he chose to wait and hope for less of an outburst than what he's expecting. "The reason I was target…the reason I've BEEN targeted all this time is because the Fang wants to get back on my mother for marrying my father?" It sounded so ridiculous, it had to be fabricated, there was no way the an entire organization would kidnap and mutilate an infant just because one of their own decided to shack up with a human…then again, thinking back on it, with all the new fanatics joining up maybe there was a nugget of truth to Jesse's story, though, Jaune remained skeptical.

Jesse took a puff of his cigar, taking a moment to enjoy the taste of his pick of poison before answering. "It's a bit more complicated than that."

"Then explain." Jaune growled, his patience dissipating with each passing second.

From Jesse's viewpoint, the way the boy demanded answers was eerily akin to how his mother would normally 'ask' for something she wanted. Taking the fact that there folks around them, he attempted to be as discrete as he could. "…" But then, he also kept in mind the promise he made to Angela; to avert at all cost revealing the identity of who the boy's father really is. Of course, given the life style the blond had chosen for himself, McCree was sure that his nephew would eventually find out on his own. Even so, if only for this one instance, he intended to keep the name, give the boy bits and pieces so as to keep his promise to his friend while still giving the boy a chance to find out on his own. "You know the history of the White Fang right? How it was created in an effort to establish peace and promote equality for all?" When Jaune nodded, he continued, though, he leaned closer, his words more hushed as to keep the following details between themselves. "When you ask, folks will say it was ol' Belladonna who founded the group, well that's not entirely true. Ghira was the figure head, the face everyone thought of when the White Fang was mentioned; but behind him were the original members of the Fang. Your dad was one of 'em." This sudden bombshell caught the blond completely by surprise, and if his expression was anything to go by; the lad was still attempting to process the information given to him of his true heritage. His father was one of the founding members of the White Fang, back when the initial intention of the group was for equality through peace. And yet, something changed along the way. Was his father part of the reason for the shift?

McCree took another small puff before his eyes locked onto his nephew. "Before the Crisis ended there was a planned coup against ol' Belladonna, his own friends thought the man was too soft on his approach for Faunus rights, and while your dad wasn't the head of the operation; bastard was damn sure a big part of it. But then…guess you can say Angela worked a miracle; 'cause the bastard was as stubborn as a mule. Can't go too much into detail, wasn't there for most of it anyway, but whatever happened; didn't take too long before he left the group. When he did; said he wanted to raise a family after the war, live a normal life…then it all went to shit." He growled out. "Old man Kahn didn't take too kindly to one of his own just dropping out of the plan, worse even when he found out he was marrying a human…thankfully, Kahn never got to do anything against your dad or your mom…I made sure of it." The cowboy reaffirmed with a faint glint, patting his hip where his revolver was holstered. "Everything they've done up until now is a personal vendetta from Kahn's daughter; Sienna."

"You'd think she would've learned after…the first time." Jaune mumbled, his mind having not yet processed the fact that he was a faunus just yet.

The cowboy chuckled lightly. "Guess common sense doesn't apply to fanatics." He had hoped to ease the tension, and while it barely alleviated the awkward tension, Jaune's stern glare was still present despite a faint snort at his uncle's jab. Realizing they wouldn't get anywhere at this pace, Jesse took an approach he should've done from the beginning, though he hoped the response would not come back to bite him too harshly. "Look, son, I know this is all a mess; but you gotta understand; your mom only ever wanted what was best for you. Granted, Ang didn't exactly handle all the secrets well…but I know she did everything for you."

The boy had to resist the urge to scoff at the man's words. Maybe they were true, perhaps partly, but given the way he's been kept in the dark over a great many things in his life that were just now coming to light; Jaune no longer felt any regret or guilt with his decision to run away from home. He felt even more justified, and he had another set goal in mind; to find out who his father was, and why exactly his mother wanted to hide the man's identity from him.

Meanwhile, not too far from their table sat a trio, listening in on the cowboy and student's conversation. To say they were shocked was an understatement. At least for two of them, the purple-themed woman was busy holding back her anger, remembering the night she was asked to locate the origins of a video sent to Angela, but out of curiosity she had taken a peek at the contents…and she regretted it. She could never unsee the way the Fang so gleefully cut off the blond infant's rabbit ears, his piercing screams and pleas for his mother would forever haunt the hacker. Her body still trembled at the mere trigger of the memory, recalling vividly every moment of that damned video. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, sobbing uncontrollably. The frame in which she paused the video would be the reason she would have nightmares the years that followed.

Brigitte was well aware her brother was a faunus, she was there when he was born. However, when she first saw him without his ears, her father had told her he lost them due to an accident, and pleaded with her to not mention it to him. But to hear this, of what was done to him, the lengths individuals would go simply for petty revenge; it made her blood boil. She felt an overwhelming urge to march up to him and envelope the boy in a bone-crushing embrace, keeping him safe from any further harm. Though, given recent events; the last thing she wanted to do was give her brother another reason to push his family away.

As for Hana; she was simply shocked. Angered? Yes, she wanted to find those bastards that harmed her sibling and 'liberate' the burden of life from them, though, she had no doubt her mother had already dealt that blow long ago. And yet, she couldn't help but shudder at the image of her brother's faunus traits being cut off at such a young age. Therein lay another new slap of information that graced her mind; Jaune was a faunus. It presented a plethora of questions that she was sure would not be answered any time soon, not to mention there was the issue over whether the Brigitte and Olivia knew of this as well.

Lost in their own thoughts, the trio didn't realize the blond had risen from his seat.

"Where are you off to?" The old cowboy wasn't expecting the boy to leave so quickly.

"I need to clear my head; I'll meet you back at the school." Jaune didn't even wait for a response as he turned to walk away, only for his uncle to call out to him.

"Hold on, I'm coming with ya."

"No." If only for the faintest moment, there was bitterness in his tone, and it came more as an order than a suggestion. "I need to be alone right now." Realizing his presence would only do more harm than good to his nephew's current emotional state, McCree reluctantly sat back down, watching as his nephew walked back into the shop, and presumably to take a rather long stroll through the city. Not that he'd blame the boy, it was a lot to take in; and given that Angela was surely going to be on her way over, the clock was counting down to the inevitable face-off between the two blonds. As much as he wanted to side with the boy, McCree also understood the importance of Angela's secrets, as well as understanding why she probably felt the boy wasn't ready. Of course, there were somethings the old cowboy felt the lad deserved to know, however, he didn't feel it his place to tell him everything. Angela spun this little web, and sooner or later her little boy would unwrap and discover her many secrets, it was only a matter of time.

Unbeknownst to the old cowboy, or the trio not too far away, a third party had been listening in, their eyes focused solely on the blond as he made his way into Vale, and soon towards the docks. Wasting no time, the amber-eyed unknown moved, shadowing the blond closely as he made his way through the busy crowds of the down-town district.

-Vale Docks-

Settling on a bench facing the ocean, the blond slumped into his seat as the sea breeze invaded his senses. The soft cool air was peaceful enough, though, he could do without the smell of fish from the barges docking at the ports. Having lived inland most of his life, enjoying only the ever so special occasion of a morsel of seafood, the blond wasn't used to the coast. The smell of salt in the air and the constant blowing horns of the barges were new to him.

Still, it was a nice enough change of pace from the usual smell of pines and freshly picked thyme, or the recently caught game his opa brought home often. Regardless of the consistency, the one thing the blond never minded being a routine was helping clean and prepare venison or boar. Just imagining the scent of roasted pork and the sounds of his grandfather humming some old tune from his time gave the blond a sense of nostalgia; a longing for home. It was a welcomed moment that helped distract from the bombshell of information given to him by his uncle.

He wanted to know more about his family, specifically his father, he wouldn't deny that. However, given what he learned, his mind was clouded with many more questions. Of course, it did not change how he felt about the White Fang, there was no sense of kinship from this discovery; to Jaune these were still fanatics. His hatred towards the terrorist organization had not changed, but it made him wonder what exactly his father's role in the group was.

Slouching forward, his head hung low; the realization finally settled in; he was a faunus. A flurry of emotions brewed in his head; fear and anger being the main sentiments sending him into emotional turmoil. The anger came from the woman who chose to keep this all a secret, to have him believe he was human all his life, convincing him that his ability to pick up on smells and hearing were attributed to his semblance. As if the enhanced vision at night was of any indication, the signs were all there; and yet through the trust he had in his mother he chose to adhere to her story of his senses being enhanced by his semblance. And in some odd way, he could see how she managed to convince him, but, how exactly would she have explained it to him if he ever chose to have kids.

A morbid image came to mind, one he knew would never happen, but he foresaw within the realm of possibility. It was him living at home, metaphorically chained to his mother's side, never being allowed to have lived a life of his own, the woman having complete control over him. It scared him, but even he knew his mother would never stoop so low.

The fear; that came from the realization of how he was going to be treated should this little piece of information be known to his classmates, worse if his uncle's words held truth to him. He already imagined a livid heiress demanding is expulsion just for having connections to the White Fang, and an immediate arrest for being the son of one of the founders of the organization. He shuddered, remembering all the mistreatment his sister went through, all the harassment she suffered just for being different.

The only shred of comfort he had was Oobleck's praises of his father, revering him rather than condemning him. And hell, McCree wasn't too harsh on his old man either, a few jabs here and there but he expected no less.

And then another face came to mind; Blake. Her father was the original head of the Fang, which he knew already. But, how would she react knowing his father was a part of a plot to depose her father? She'd probably be wary of him; maybe her opinion wouldn't change too drastically. One thing he knew for certain; she'd probably get a kick out of the bit where his father left the Fang for a human.

Actually, the mere image of how that conversation between his old man and Kahn could've gone was enough to bring a smile to his lips. Even a dry chuckle escaped his lips.

"Irony's a bitch." He muttered. Ignoring the rest of the world as his hand dug into his pocket, retrieving his scroll. Taking a quick peek at the time he knew by now classes would be over even if he rushed it back to Beacon. Knowing he'd be on the receiving end of a lecture from his godmother and the headmaster's second hand, the blond chose to make his trek back to school as slow and calm as possible. He was in no hurry, and at the moment, he just wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. Or rather, he wanted to try to understand what his other was thinking hiding his heritage from him, and what convinced her that it was the best route for her to take.

Though, as it was finally settling in, Jaune didn't exactly feel any different with the revelation of his heritage. Being a faunus wasn't exactly a big deal, and he still detested the White Fang with a great passion. Of course, with his faunus traits having been cut off at such an age he wouldn't exactly remember having them. But then, there was one issue; whether or not to share this bit of information with his teammates, and his school for that matter. His application had him listed as human, and while he looked the part, a simple blood test would disprove that. Taking a moment to think it over, Jaune decided for the moment to only tell the headmaster, see what he had to say on the matter. While he was wary of Ozpin, he had to give credit to the man for not giving up his students to pissed off families so easily. /

After reaching the last bullhead to Beacon, the blond sat alone near the back, his eyes locked unto the scenery of the coast beneath him. It was a sight to admire, he wouldn't deny that, but his heart yearned for the highlands and dense forests he called home. The stewardess approached him, cautiously mind you.

"Excuse me, there seems to be a problem with the bullhead's engine, and there are no other available commercial ships to take to Beacon at this time." She was oddly timid, for reasons he knew not nor did he particularly care for. Though, the issue with the bullhead did annoy him.

"Shouldn't the pilots have reported the problem before allowing the passengers to board?" He asked, trying to hide his annoyance.

"Well, yes, but the engine problem was caught on their third diagnostic. They preferred not to take any risks. I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience. There will be another bullhead ready first thing in the morning."

Knowing there wasn't a point in arguing, the blond nodded, rose up and made his way outside the bullhead, and just as he was about to exit, he ran into another passenger exiting, caught by surprise as this unknown yelped just before falling backwards. Meanwhile, he only staggered a bit before regaining his footing.

After managing to get a closer look at the individual he sent tumbling, he smirked, mostly at her annoyance. "I swear, I thought cats were supposed to land on their feet." He commented, earning an owlish glance from the girl, just before she realized who she bumped into. Jaune extended a hand, to which she reluctantly accepted. "And before you ask; I said cat cause of your father…I could be wrong. And if I am, I apologize."

Her mouth opened for a moment, shutting when she realized her question had been answered before she got a chance to ask.

"In any case…" Jaune muttered, taking a few steps back towards Vale. "It looks like we're both stuck in the city for the night." As he was about to descend from the platform he reached for his scroll, typing a message to someone before quickly shoving the device back into his pocket. "I'd ask why you're in the city today, but that's your own reason." He stopped just halfway down the stairs. "If you're hungry, would you care to join me for dinner?"

The young Belladonna was, for lack of a better word, taken aback by his forwardness. While she knew he meant it as a simple invite between friends for a meal, others would perceive it in a different light. Just as she was about to answer, she heard a symphony of buzzing and dings from the blond's pocket. The fact that he seemed unfazed by the flurry of incoming messages he was receiving was impressive.

"What'd you have in mind?" She asked, slowly walking down the stairs to join him just as he was muting his scroll.

The blond picked nervously at his cheek before thinking of a small shop he saw before leaving the pier. "Well…"

-Vale Docks-

Blake was positively over the moon, while she wasn't a fan of the loud brass instrumentals playing in the background, nor the fact that the staff spoke in a language she knew next to nothing about; the abundance of options in seafood dishes made her more just as giddy. The architecture of the building was akin to what she associated with coastal settlements in Vacuo, and quite a few in the southern regions of Menagerie. Still, it was quite a sight to see the blond interact with the waitress in their language, more so when he ordered himself a drink right off the bat. Judging by the need for the staff to see an ID, she could guess what sort of beverage her companion ordered. As she peered into the selection of dishes, salivating at the many choices she had before her, as well as dishes of different varieties she was positively giddy to try, she peeked at her classmate, noting his attention caught by some program playing on a screen for the whole restaurant to see. Curiosity getting the better of her; she too took a peek.

Woman 1; Porque usted solamente es Buena para hablar y para dar ordines porque usted es de las perras que ladran …y no muerden.

*slap*

Woman 2; Pues aqui esta la primera mordida

*le slap*

Woman 1: Pues yo tambien soy perra…y muerdo.

Judging by the dramatic music and the over the top acting she could only assume the program to be some soap opera her own mother enjoyed watching, though, she swore the ones her mother watched were eerily similar to the style these showed. And while she did not understand a word the actors on screen were spouting, she could at least allow the faint nostalgia of her with her mother watching these kind of programs to seep in.

Taking a glance at her companion, her eyes widened a bit when she watched their waitress place what appeared to be a third bottle beside the blond. He thanked her, and continued watching the program with a faint smile on his lips. While the amount of alcohol he was consuming was a bit worrisome, took note of some staff emerging from the kitchen. A few had noticeable traits of faunus, others less so. The customers were no different, though, there was one consistency; there was laughter and cheer all around. There were no bickering folks about which race was superior, there were no activists or ill will amongst these folks. What she saw was gossip, small banters and songs to go with the ever so loud brass still playing in the background at such a level it was a miracle anyone was able to hear the program on the screen.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Blake's head turned to the blond, who was finally glancing at his menu. "No fighting, no hatred; only folks having a good time, eating good food…and making a scene." He gestured to a table just near the door; the group occupying it had all stood up with their mugs raised high as they sung off tune with the brass.

Blake allowed a faint chuckle to escape her lips as she answered. "Yea, it is nice." And she meant it; this was what the White Fang wanted…or rather, what she wanted. Humans and Faunus living beside one another, sharing moments like these… "Would be better without the music though."

Jaune chuckled a bit, nodding his head whilst also rubbing the back of his scalp. "I agree, but don't tell my sister that, she lives for this. Every so often she would take me to a restaurant like this one in Zurich. No music, thank Oum…" He gave her a sly grin, to which she returned it with her own grin. "Though, there's a lack of options when regarding the menu. For instance, seafood isn't as abundant or popular in Zurich so all of this is kind of foreign to me." He gestured to the pages of fish dishes.

Blake's hand twitched, ever so slightly. "You've never had fish before?" Her tone was whisper-like.

"I've had it, but I can't really say I was a big fan of it." Just hearing him speak caused one of her eyes to twitch, all the while she retained a smile, however difficult it had become to do so. "Honestly, beef and pork is where the better taste lies." Almost upon hearing such blasphemy, Blake's grip on the table left a rather impressive dent as she did her best to keep up an appearance. All the while the blond sported a shit-eating grin. Boy knew exactly what he was doing; fanning the flame needless, solely to amuse himself.

"Heresy." Blake snarled, quietly. Of course, the blond heard her. His snickering was evident enough.

"You kids ready to order?" The waitress had just appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and just as the blond was going to respond, Blake immediately interjected.

"We still need time. And can I get some green tea please?" With a faint nod, the waitress left them.

As she left, the blond turned to Blake. "I should've asked for a mug." He muttered, realizing he had finished his latest bottle already. Blake was both in awe and slightly worried over the pace in which the blond was able to down alcohol and not feel its effects. Jaune's eyes wandered from his empty bottle to the menu once more.

Another wave of vibrating buzzing sounds came from the boy's scroll, to which he continued to ignore, though; it was beginning to worry his companion a bit.

"Shouldn't you get that?" She gestured to the blond's pocket, his eyes still glued to his menu.

Jaune sighed, tiredly, before sparing a faint glance at his companion. "My team knows I didn't make the last shuttle home, I also informed our professors of the situation. For now, all we can do is just until the next shuttle tomorrow." Jaune stated, raising two fingers to signal another bottle. While Blake wanted to say something, her curiosity got the better of her as she stayed silent, watching the waitress actually bring a giant mug of whatever alcohol he was drinking. She must've throw some snide remark at him, judging by their playful glares aimed at one another before the blond took a long swig of the contents.

"You sure do like alcohol, don't you?" It was an obvious question, but Blake still felt the need to ask.

"That's a bit of an understatement." Jaune chuckled as he set the mug down. "Ironically, sharing a drink with anyone from my family was some of the better parts of growing up…wait, quick question; why were you in Vale today?"

For most folks tasked with tailing a target they'd stutter or think of something completely random as an excuse. However, given that this was not her first time tailing someone, she thought of something ahead of time. "I was searching for a book."

Jaune pondered on that answer for a moment before accepting it. "Find anything that caught your interest?"

"No, and the next issue of Ninja's of Love won't be out any time soon. I didn't think the author would take this long, honestly." She groaned, her head slamming against the table lightlty as she could only dream of what the next book would entail.

Offhandedly, Jaune glanced back at the menu; the drink in his hand grazed his lips as he looked over the desert section. "Mmm, tell me about it. I didn't think my uncle would take this long…I mean, the draft he showed me was pretty good, he had a direction going. Wish I knew what he was up to now."

There was silence, which sort of unsettled the blond. Glancing back to Blake, he noticed her eyes narrowed at his sudden proclamation. "Your…uncle?" She asked with wavering uncertainty.

Knowing where this conversation was going, he reached for his scroll, bypassing the plethora of missed calls and messages from his team and family, and settled on a photo album he asked Olivia to set up for him. He swiped through several photos before finally settling on one. The picture was of a young blond, a toddler, sitting on the lap of a young, but very recognizable face; Hanzo Shimada, the author of the Ninja's of Love series. "Gotta tell ya, he was more edgy back then…I won't say he's completely relaxed, but he is mellower. I think maybe that's the reason he took a long hiatus; he found something…or someone…to occupy his time." He mumbled. "Still, I hope he is further along with the book, he promised to give me an update when he was two thirds of the way done."

The second those words left his mouth, the blond felt an unnerving aura surround his companion. At first, he noticed her eyes bulging. Secondly, her eyes zeroed in on him, her fingers grating against the table giving the impression of a predator about to pounce on its prey.

"Oh that's right; you're a fan of his work. If you'd like, I can introduce you to him when the opportunity arises. Would you be willing?" Within seconds Blake nodded, furiously at his offer. Earning a chuckle from the blond, this being one of the rare few times he met someone who considered his uncle's work to be literature instead of outright porn.

Jaune then seemingly inhaled the rest of his drink before raising a hand for another. "I'm gonna give a guess and assume that tolerance comes from your family." Blake commented, watching with increasing worry as the maid brought another mug for the blond.

"How do you think I'm able to handle my own so well? Years of practice…that, and I used to get into little contests with my sister and Opa."

Blake was picturing the siblings blushing heavily, slurring their speeches as they attempt to outdrink one another. "Who'd win?"

"If my Opa was involved; he wins every time, hands down." He stated with such certainty, though, he leaned over just a bit to pass on the next bit of info. "But between me and Brigitte; I usually come out on top. She's surprisingly a light-weight."

"SLANDER!" Proclaimed a brunette a few tables over, the irritation on her face was quickly overshadowed by the sudden realization that she had just outed herself. Beside her was a cat girl who couldn't face palm hard enough, Olivia munching down on a plate of tacos she'd ordered, not really caring for the world around her, and McCree smiling awkwardly as the sudden outburst caught him off guard.

-Airship Valkyrie-

Flying calmly over the Zurich forest was the airship Valkyrie, personal vehicle to the Ziegler family. Nearly double the size of a regular bullhead, the ship kept a straight path towards a city in the western coast. Aboard the bullhead where four of the family heads, two of which sat quietly in the cockpit. One of said heads was sitting rather uncomfortably as his body took up a hefty amount of space. Meanwhile, the pilot was flying the airship with a half-hearted smile, her eyes focused on the skies ahead. She'd only ever flown an airship few times, the Valkyrie even fewer.

"She's asleep." A head poked from the door. "Finally." She let out a tired sigh as she kept herself from taking up what little space the hulking giant already took up. "Thank you both for coming along, I don't think I would've been able to keep Angela calm when we touch down in Beacon."

"Think nothing of it, Reeha." The old crusader reassured. "It will be nice to see how much has changed since we last stood in Beacon."

"Don't expect it to be a nostalgic reunion Reinhardt; Angela will be anything but calm and rational once we arrive." The old pilot commented, placing the ship on temporary autopilot as she turned to face her family.

"Yes, I know mom." Fareeha noted, leaning against the door frame.

"Don't forget, unless bun-bun wants to leave; we cannot legally remove him from Beacon. As of now he is an enlisted hunter in training, which means the school is responsible for him. As such, he is under Ozpin's care; and the old headmaster will not allow anyone he sees potential in to leave his sights so easily." Ana's words rang true, gaining a stern glare from the hulking man, and a somewhat worried expression from her daughter. "Our little one is a drop of blood in a lake of sharks."

"You're starting to sound like Angela." Fareeha groaned, already tired of hearing the same argument, though, knowing full well how much truth were in those words.

"Hmph, it comes from experience."

"Then let us hope that-" *ding* The crusader was interrupted by the dinging in his scroll. Curiosity won over as he glanced to the caller id, slightly lighting up as he noticed who had contacted him; Brigitte. As he opened the message, the man nearly jumped at the sounds of blasting music and an encore of folks cheering on. When he managed to regain his bearings, he glanced back to the scroll to see a sight he was not prepared for. Both Fareeha and Ana leaned in to see, the older Amari's face showed increasing shock, followed by a mirth grin as she watched her three grandchildren chugging down what she could also assume was alcohol. And she was correct, given she noticed the increasing red in their faces, and he constant swaying of their bodies. After a moment of shock had passed, Reinhardt was grinning widely, he had shared a drink with Brigitte and Jaune several times before, but to see Hana joining in, and judging by the mugs around them; the petite girl had consumed a fair share more than her siblings. Of course, she looked almost ready to pass out if her constant swaying and slurred yells were of any indication. Fareeha was having a meltdown; on the one hand, she was glad to see the three siblings had no ill sentiments towards one another given how mad the two sisters were at their brother's foolish actions. But this was not a type of bonding or reconciliation she wanted to see. More so knowing that one was currently a student and might have classes the next day. Maybe. She didn't know what kind of schedule Beacon had, but she knew for a fact this kind of behavior would not sit well with a certain someone.

"HAHA! NOW THAT IS HOW WE SETTLE DESPUTES; A HEARTY DRINK!" The old crusader bellowed. To which Fareeha was desperately trying to shush him.

"Reinhardt, keep your voice down. We don't want to wake-"

Without warning, a hand came out from behind her, gently grabbing the Scroll and taking it from the man's grasps. The three turned in shock to see the mother of these siblings, and much to their surprise, she was not angered by this. Though, if she was, then she had mastered subtlety.

Rather, instead of the usual reactions she was known for, Angela looked on at the display with calmness. And for a moment, if one looked close enough, one could almost see a faint sign of nostalgia in her eyes as she saw her son for the first time since he ran away. Just seeing him like this, free from her grasps, laughing loudly, smiling, living a life she denied him for years brought about a flurry of emotions she was not prepared to confront just yet.

With no intention of staying further, the doctor handed back the scroll and returned to her quarters, ignoring the calls from Fareeha as she chose to sleep off the mounting guilt in her heart. For when the ship touched down in Beacon, no damned wizard or hunter would keep her from her child.

This is long overdue, and I know that. But recent events at work have given me more opportunities and I chose to tackle as much as I could. And that in turn has had me extremely busy, and tired when the day ends. Make no mistake I don't plan to give up on this story; I just have other things in my life that take precedent now. I hope this chapter was worth the wait, stay tuned for the next few chapters 'cause I'll be dropping bigger hints as to who Jaune's father is. Thank you all for tuning and staying with the story. Ciao!