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THUNDERGOD73: Aww, you don't need to do that.

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You know, after making Mors's predicament very complicated. I can't seem to make him flustered when wearing 'girl clothes', because he is wearing one.

Oh well, happy tricking I guess.

Please review, because it motivates me.

No flames please.

Mors looked around. It was quite a nice place, really. If it weren't for the fact that he was here again.

He sighed as he heard the familiar sound of a gate falling and the sounds of Grimm and human. Mors looked at the retreating bandits, a few had bags with them, and the local guardsmen.He saw the carnage as if watching a movie, while sad it's something not meant to be dwelled on. People would probably chastise him on his outlook on life, but can you blame him?

He was exposed to death for so long, that he actually got tired of it. While not bothered by death at all, he still is affected by it and more or less hoped that people don't die for the sake of his mental stability.

Mors looked at the horse being ridden by the vessel. Though, she wasn't crying. He raised an eyebrow at this and moved towards her.

To say he was a little caught off guard by the vessel sharply looking at him was an understatement.

"Oh, hello. Again." Her voice was distant and was slightly echoing. Though she sounded as if she was tired and wanted to sleep.

Mors blinked once, twice, thrice before nodding his head.

Then all of a sudden, time seemed to stop. He looked back to see the smoke stop rising, confirming that time indeed stopped.

"It's funny you know." Mors looked back at her, seeing the horse fading away as the rider dismounted it.

"I never actually thought I could...you know...'relax' after what happened." She said as she walked to the edge of road to sit under a tree that mysteriously appeared.

"Half of me says that I should struggle, to keep the promise given to me." She pulled her legs up, resting her head on her knees. Mors stood up next to her.

He had done this before, just let the vessel have her inner monologue done. He would stay quiet, listening to their stories or what they got to tell like a psychiatrist.

"But...I guess the other half of me wants a vacation. Away from the emotional stuff." Mors would want that too. Sadly, he was bound to his duty.

Not anymore

"Are...you some sort of guardian angel, who decides to take action? Instead of being there and saving me from my most unluckiest times. Though, I never thought it would come to this." She leaned back and suddenly they were in a different place.

Mors looked around, nonchalant at the change. Noting the fresh green grassy plains, the cloudy blue sky and the mountains that were further away. It was...nice, to say the least. Then again, he saw better sights.

"After seeing your memories however..." Wait what. Those two words paraded across Mors's mind. He sharply turned to her direction, she saw his eyes for a moment and giggled. The sound made Mors relax for a bit.

"I was just as surprised as you are. But I guess I have to occupy myself somehow." The scene changed to a bedroom and the door slowly opened.

Mors saw this coming and swiftly ended the scenery, forgetting his role as a psychiatrist. She looked at him and frowned a bit.

"You're no fun." Mors shook his head and sat down next to her.

They sat there in silence, there was no sound whatsoever. Before Mors sighed and decided to end the dream.

"I'll be seeing you then." She said as everything faded away.

Mors nodded at her as he saw himself in his dorm room. Yawning, he changes to his combat outfit after dealing with everyday stuff. Though, he recently added short shorts under the skirt so if any unwanted eyes ever peek.

He was left to think what to do next, which was to prepare for the initiation and hope that the vessel doesn't blurt out something questionable. Though, he wished he could atleast have a normal day when a spear lodged into the hood of a blonde boy, that was Jaune, almost collided with him.

"OH MY OUM ARE YOU OKAY!?" And there goes the wish, long gone. Then again, was it ever there?

He shook his head out of that thought and went over the spear to pick it up. He grabbed it out, with little to no issue and walked back to the girl that threw the spear.

She had a...Greek style combat outfit, her hair was red and tied into a ponytail. Her eyes were a green color, reminding him of one of his fellows. Next to her was another girl, she was in a white dress and had a rapier on her side. Her hair was white and turned into a off centered ponytail and her eyes were an icy blue.

"And this is yours?" Mors asked as he outstretched his hand holding the spear.

The owner tentatively reached out to grab it and placed it on her back.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." The redhead apologized.

"It's fine." Mors said nonchalantly. The girl in white seemed to recognize him.

"Hey...aren't you the one in the stage yesterday?" She asked.

"Yes?"

"If you don't mind me asking. Are you a student or a teacher's assistant?"

"Both? I still have to take the initiation, but I just tag along with teachers if I ever go to a class."

"Would all first-year students please report to Beacon Cliff for initiation? I repeat..." The intercom sounded.

"Well, it was nice meeting you two." Mors then walked away, on the direction that leads to the cliff.

He really wished he could have a normal time in Beacon.

However, when you are standing on a plate that eerily feels like it's pointing towards the forest seems like he would get his normalcy when he is done.

"For years, you have trained to become warriors," Ozpin started, with his all familiar mug and Glynda by her side. "And today, your skills will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."

"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors of the assignment of teams." Glynda continued. "Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates...today."

Ruby groaned.

"That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner in the next four years."

"WHAT?!" Some of the students exclaimed.

Ozpin said that when you are partnered, you are to grab a 'relic' and go back to the cliff. They are to be graded and evaluated for their performance.

"...are there any questions?" Ozpin asked.

Jaune raised his hand. "Yeah...um sir?"

"Good!" Ozpin ignored the question. "Now take your positions."

Mors crouched, keeping a hand on his estoc. The first student was launched into the air by the plate they were standing on.

Jaune had kept asking questions, to which Ozpin replied vaguely. When the inexperienced one was about to ask what a landing strategy was, he was launched into the air. Mors was launched shortly after.

Trying to land was a bit problematic, luckily Mors had 'packed' a few gravity dust grenades in his pouch. Grabbing one, he held it in his hand until he neared the ground, to which he threw it. The grenade exploded and the dust had sent him into a tree.

Dazed, he felt something dissolving. Looking back, a dead alpha beowolf had its back broken. It's brethren looked at Mors, who rubbed his back a bit and drew his estoc.

"Hi?"

So, when August 14 hits. There might be a big hiatus, as school for me starts at that date.

Anyways, just like I said before (actually, I should say it on the ending AN) please review.

It's one of the reasons I kept working on this and uh...stuff like that.

If you don't like this, don't bother reviewing. Just take your anger somewhere else.