Disclaimer: I don't own these shows, Rooster Teeth does. I also don't own 'Country Song' by Seether.

I also don't own a Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG, but that's beside the point :(.

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Beacon Academy

Ruby

"So, any guesses on what York's working on?" Yang questioned the table full of New Freelancers around them in the cafeteria.

"Maybe he's building us our own armor?" Neptune suggested, a hopeful tone of voice.

"Or a super-cool vehicle, like the Pelican or something." Nora gave her own guess.

"Perhaps he's building some cool gadget." Blake guessed.

"Speaking of secret projects, what have you been working on here recently, Ruby?" Weiss asked the red-hooded scythe-wielder.

Ruby smiled. "It's something for Agent Maine. Let's just say that I think I'll be his favorite person for a while."

"That's cryptic. What on Remnant could you be building for Maine?"

"You'll see. It's almost finished. I should be able to give it to him this Saturday."

"Alright, Ruby. I guess we can wait until then." Yang relented.

"So anyway, what do you think he's making?"

"I guess we'll have to wait to see that, too." Pyrrha told them. "Maine doesn't even know what it is, only Delta and York."

"I know it's made of a lot of wood and metal." Nora told him. "I went to the Iron House and he was talking to a guy in a delivery truck. He'd apparently delivered it to the wrong address. I asked him if it was where he got his sloths."

"And what did he say?" Jaune questioned.

"He just looked at me and said, 'I wouldn't tell you if it was, would I?' I'm pretty sure it was."

Ren shook his head. "He encourages you way too much." He sighed.

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Vytal Hotel, 7PM

Winter

"When you said you would pick me up, I thought it would be in a car" I admitted, looking at the strange bike in front of my hotel.

York smiled as he offered a hand. "Sorry, I couldn't get one in time. You think you need a helmet?"

He wore a black jacket, appropriate for the November weather, zipped up with a second zipper that turned it into a windbreaker, which was currently undone. A pair of sunglasses covered his eyes, his scar split in half. Jeans trailed down to his usual boots. A pair of black gloves rested over his hands.

"I think I'll manage without, thanks." I told him, stepping up and over the seat of the motorcycle, resting my hands slightly on his shoulders.

"Hold on." He warned a second before he hit the throttle. The first thing I found out was that his bike was extraordinarily loud, the second was that I liked riding a motorcycle. Being exposed to the air as it rushed past your face was one of the most exhilarating feelings I ever experienced.

We tore through the streets of Vale, My death grip on York's shoulders making him roll them in discomfort. I loosened slightly and shifted, moving one under his left arm and connecting it around to clasp the other, creating a loop like a bandolier.

Soon, we arrived at a little restaurant called 'Jazz's Deli' York pulled into a parking space, and I quickly noticed how close we were and disentangled from him and dismounted. York looked at me, then killed the engine and stepped off, slipping the keys into his left inner pocket.

"When you said dinner, I thought you meant that we'd be going to some fancy five-star place." She said honestly.

"I'm sure you've had those kinds of dinners before, possibly on other dates, so I figured it'd be a different date from others."

"I'd say getting picked up on a motorcycle and taken to a deli hasn't happened to me as of yet." I told him. "Although most of my dates weren't bartenders."

"Is that a bad thing?"

I shook my head. "Not necessarily. I've grown bored of high-society big-names. You're a lot more… unpredictable. But not unpleasant like some people."

York hummed. "Unpredictable but not unpleasantly so, I like the sound of that." Her told her, then opened the door, letting sweet aromas into the air as he held it for me. I raised an eyebrow.

"I have some experience in being a gentleman." York scoffed, a mischievous glint in his eye.

With that, I stepped into my first date. Fear was growing in my chest. Never before had a date been so casual… I'm doomed.

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York

"… so he asks, 'You think I'm the second worse fighter?' and I look at him and tell him, 'No, you're easily the worst.'" York told the woman in front of him. She laughed lightly, music to his ears, then took a bite out of the huge meatball sub she'd ordered. York had told her this was a date where she didn't have to be proper, or use table manners, and that is she wanted, she could order the greasiest, most unhealthy meal here.

This was her choice. Perhaps not exactly what York was expecting, but she seemed a lot looser now he'd broken her out of that cold, hard shell.

Damn it, D. I'm falling in love again.

I cannot help you in this area, but I don't think being with her is the best idea right now… not until you can safely reveal your identity and be sure she won't arrest you.

"York?" Winter called, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, Winter. Got lost in my thoughts." He excused. "You were saying?"

Winter seemed to relax, "I was saying that I was once training with my sister, Weiss. She's learned quite a lot, but as far as I can tell, she hasn't been able to summon anything."

"Well, I'm sure she's trying." York assured.

"That's just it, I still haven't given her a call."

"Well, how about you see her later today?" He suggested.

"Perhaps another time. Besides, I'm here on a date with you, I should be focusing on it."

"Well, you're doing just fine so far." York told her.

Winter blushed, which of course sent York's heart into a frenzy. Calm down, you fool! He told himself, almost sounding like Omega.

"So, what's your Semblance?" Winter asked him.

"I've never had my Aura unlocked." York told her. Heck, I'm not sure if I can even have one.

"What? How is that possible? You were sent into the military, surely they would've unlocked it."

"I guess the armor made them think we didn't need it." York told her.

"Well, maybe someday it'll be unlocked." Winter spoke.

"And maybe someday you'll get your first kiss." York told her, and for a second, a hopeful look crossed her face, but it was a gone in an instant.

They left the deli a few minutes later, and York dropped her off back at the hotel. "Here's my scroll number, in case you want to do something like this again." She told him, handing him a torn piece of paper.

York smiled. "Plan on it."

0ooooooooooooo0

Weiss

The heiress' scroll beeped and she drew it from her pocket. What she saw there was a message from her sister, Winter, who had not texted her in what seemed like years.

Can you take a phone call?

Immediately, she pressed the call button on the scroll. It began to ring, and in the middle of the second tone, it stopped and all she heard was her sister's voice. "Weiss?"

"Winter? Why are you calling, has something happened?" She asked worriedly, then took a drink of water.

"No, I just was told I should call you. I've been, cold as of late, but I'm trying to be better. I decided to call you, and I even went on a date."

Weiss spewed the water out. "What? You haven't been on a date in years. With who?"

"I'll have you meet sometime. His name is Cole Grey, but he prefers to be called York." Her sister responded.

Weiss spat out the water again. "What? You went on a date with York?" She half-yelled. All of the New Freelancers looked to her in question, especially Yang.

"You know him?" Winter said surprised.

"Pretty soon, He'll be nothing but a memory." Weiss hissed.

Winter took a second on the other line. "Weiss, I just had… one of the greatest dates in my life, and you are not going to scare this guy off."

"Oh, I won't scare him off, I'll just beat the crap out of him."

"How do you know York?"

Weiss almost blurted that he was Blaze, but managed to catch herself. "Yang met him at the club. He's been a friend."

"Hmm. Well, he's not at the club anyway." Winter told her. "He said he was going to go work on a project, said he almost had it finished, and then he had to go talk to Ozpin of all people."

Weiss' anger forgotten, she asked, "Ozpin, why does he have to talk to him?"

"I know. Of all people, I didn't expect York to know him personally." Winter stated. "Anyway, I need to go. Maybe when can get together some time, catch up?"

"I'd love that, Winter." Weiss answered. "I'll talk to you soon."

With that, Weiss hung up the phone.

"She went on a date with York?" Yang asked.

"Apparently."

The brawler whistled. "Get it, tiger." She purred jokingly.

"Ew, Ew, Ew. I didn't need that image." Weiss cried, holding her ears as the blonde laughed.

"What image?" Ruby asked.

"Speaking of York, Are we meeting him tonight for our night games?" Blake asked, using their code for being awesome vigilantes.

"I think we're going." Ruby confirmed. "And I think JNPR can't, they're going to see the Spruce Willis movie that just came out with SSSN and CVFY."

"Guess it's just us, Rowan, Maine and York, then." Weiss spoke.

"We'll manage." Yang said confidently.

0ooooooooooo0

Boathouse by Vale Bay

York

York was putting the final touches to his newest project as a speaker blared rock music. He was nodding to the music, occasionally singing along:

Stay when you think you want me

Pray when you need advice

Hey keep your sickness off me tryin to get through

Blame all your weakness on me

Shame that I'm so contrite

Hey keep your fingers off me, why can't I get through?

You think you have the best of intentions

I cannot shake the taste of blood in my mouth

I keep on thinking that it's

(Hey) all done and all over now (whoa)

You keep on thinking you can save me, save me

(Hey) My ship is sinking but it's

(Hey) All good and I can go down (whoa)

You've got me thinking that the party's all over

"Agent York." Delta paused the music and spoke through the speakers. "You and Maine are meeting Ozpin at the Beacon landing pad in twenty minutes, and Maine is driving the car here now."

"Thanks, D." York said, then dropped the paintbrush he was holding, standing back to admire the large New Freelancer symbol in navy blue.

"Alright D, I think it's ready, run a diagnostics test on her real quick."

"The project reports intact armor, full electrical systems. Shield generators are prepped and ready, as are the active camo generators and weapon system. The shifter module, however, is unresponsive, and the power source is slightly unstable. " Delta reported. "I do not think it will change forms or operate for more than an hour at this point. Do you expect to use it tonight?"

"No, but I may need the sub-project." York told him with a sigh.

"Affirmative, Agent York. I will make sure it's ready."

"What about the AI intake units. Are they online?"

"Affirmative, Agent York. If I need to get either of the projects to you, I can jump and arrive quickly."

A car honked outside, and York activated his armor, which quickly expanded onto his body. He slid his BR onto his back, his knife onto his back waist, an SMG on his right leg, and his double-sword/chakram on the opposite side, underneath Firestorm's Dawn, which was in its scabbard at his waist, then walked outside in active camo mode. Maine waited outside, already armored in the car. It looked a lot like a Mustang, black in color. York stepped around and got into the passenger seat before de-cloaking.

Maine drove them up to the bullhead that would take them up, then activated their hologram systems, creating two disguises that covered their armor. They stepped out of the vehicle and towards the bullhead, two men, one with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, the other in a red polo shirt and black slacks. They bought tickets, and soon were on their way up.

As planned, Ozpin was waiting, a blonde woman who looked very familiar waiting next to him.

Both of the Freelancers looked at one another, then in a flicker, their usual look returned, the menacing armor returning.

"Gentlemen, so good to see you." Ozpin greeted. "May I introduce Glynda Goodwitch, Vice-principal here at Beacon?"

"Good evening gentlemen." The woman spoke, and York cursed and Maine growled.

"Of course she sounds like Tex." York cried to the skies. "Why does everyone here have to voice of a freaking Freelancer?"

No one answered, there was silence from the group, especially Goodwitch, whose eyebrow was raised.

"Well, that was interesting." Ozpin deadpanned. "Continuing on, if you'll join me up at my office, I'll have you sworn into the Society of Hunters and sign a few papers before your licenses are presented to you and added to the database. Tomorrow, we're holding a press conference for-"

"Wait, press conference?" York asked. "We didn't hear anything about a press conference."

"Well, it is necessary for you to be seen in public as new hunters, or else the VPD will continue hunting you." Ozpin pointed out. "If it makes you feel any better, you can wear your armor and be announced by your codenames."

York looked at Maine. "It's necessary."

Maine shrugged, then signed to him.

"Delta?" York questioned, having never learned sign-language.

"He says he doesn't care. If people badger him, He'll just body-slam them."

York laughed. "Of course he did."

"We've already put them down as your names on the forms." Ozpin told them. "But, should you decide to reveal your identities, we can easily change the records."

"What time is the press conference?"

"It's going to be here at 5, but I want you here at 12."

York groaned. "Alright. But we're going out tonight, gotta keep the streets clean."

"Indeed. Now, let's get to my office." Ozpin gestured with his cane.