As I slowly opened my eyes as the rays of sunlight again awakened me from my slumber, I groggily stepped out of my bed and yawned, stretching my arms and turning my head to Freddy's bed. Of course he was already up. My alarm didn't go off since I wanted to save some battery should I ever need it. The conversation I had with Ozpin last night was interesting to say the least. The talk about World War Two was refreshing for me, and Ozpin had the opportunity to learn a bit more about Earth. Of course Ozpin "rewarded" me with a story about the Seasonal Maidens. He told me a little bit about who they were and how they gained their power. He also told me that the only Maiden they were able to find was locked away underneath Beacon Academy. They were searching for the Spring Maiden or something like that. I honestly had no idea, since I wasn't able to watch the newest chapters or volume four when they were released. So I was kind of left in the dark.

I went into the bathroom and was relieved when Freddy stood there—fully dressed this time. He wiggled his eyebrows at me in a seductive manner for several times, which I just ignored while doing my things. I got dressed, took some deodorant Ozpin was nice enough to provide us with. If I remember correctly Ozpin would provide both me and Freddy with our own scrolls… I did forget if I was supposed to pick them up or if he was going to deliver them. Ah well, I'll leave those problems for future Ramses. Right now I had to prepare for… well, nothing. The bar would not open until a few hours. 3pm if I remember correctly. Having finished my daily routine of showering, dressing and going to the toilet, I got dressed and decided, since Ozpin had not informed Freddy and me about where we were supposed to eat, to head for the cafeteria again. Freddy followed my example, and within a few minutes we had reached the cafeteria again.

And boy was I cautious! I mean there was the whole situation with Pyrrha that still had to be resolved. As we entered the cafeteria once more I was surprised at the lack of students. The only ones that really stood out for me were of course team RWBY and—oh crap there's team JNPR! I looked at Freddy, motioning for him to take a seat at the nearest free table. He did and I took a seat beside him, lowering my head, hoping that I would not be spotted.

"Ramses… what are you doing?" Freddy asked, nudging me. "I know you have a bad case of bed-hair going on right now, but it's not that bad. I mean come on, if you hate it that much then go like your uncle and go bald!"

"Freddy… when you went bald half of the people you knew thought you had fucking cancer." I replied, shaking my head. "I don't know if that's a thing here, but I am not shaving my fucking head. I mean I was dared to do it but I accepted the loss—these locks ain't going nowhere, boy."

"Such a shame. I tell you bald is going to be the new trend amongst men in the future." Freddy replied, smiling to himself. "I mean woman are dying their hair grey—and I believe that was something woman tried to prevent when dying their hair! I am a fashionista but that just beats all levels of craziness. I once asked a woman why she dyed her hair like that and she simply responded with "it's fashion, darling." Can you believe that?"

"Today's fashion is all about getting as much attention as possible—and you should know! You're always wearing those leather jeans that are freaking tight when going out!" I replied, tapping my own jeans. "I think these things are already too tight on my legs but the ones you were are like a freaking deathtrap. I wouldn't be surprised if your legs simply died because of necrosis."

"Necrosis? Isn't that the condition where blood does not flow through a certain body part enough and it starts to rot and die because of a lack of oxygen?" Freddy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." I replied. "Keep wearing those pants and you'll have to ask Ironwood for prosthetics." I looked at the serving point of the cafeteria. The line had died down a bit, so I decided—since Freddy had taken it upon himself to get us breakfast yesterday—to get breakfast. Standing up from the comfortable seat, I walked towards the serving point. Getting several looks from students—probably students who were shocked to see their bartender in this kind of place—I reached the serving point and smiled at the lunch lady.

"Hi. Just give me two regulars," I said, taking two trays out of a stock of trays and placing them in front of the lady. I watched as we were served an apple, two sandwiches with ham and cheese, some milk, and two cups of coffee… coffee? "Uh, you serve coffee as a regular drink?"

"I know you, you're the new guy? The bartender, right? Yeah, I heard about you." the lunch lady replied, slowly nodding to herself. "Technically you're not a student… but Ozpin told me to just let you and your… uncle, was it? Yes. He told me that you two should just be allowed to have lunch here. And the coffee, we'll just see it as a welcome gift from me." She smiled.

"Ayy, that's pretty good." I replied, taking the two trays in one hand, balancing the first one on the beginning of my thumb and end of my pinkie finger. I looked at the lunch lady. "Yes, I am doing this to show off. I have no sense of self respect from time to time, so I just try to do things my way." I waved her goodbye with my other hand before walking back to my table. As I continued to walk I could not help but think back to the talk with Ozpin yesterday. Did I tell him too much? Or did I tell him too little? I don't know, honestly. I'd hoped I'd get to know a bit more about him as well… but it seems like he just wanted to know about Earth. I don't blame him, Earth is pretty interesting. But so is Remnant.

Ah well, better luck next time I guess.

I finally reached the table and placed the two trays on it, looking at Freddy who happily took his tray and took a bite from his sandwich. I heard an audible sigh of relief coming from him, so I decided to follow his example and took a bite from my own sandwich. While I didn't do the whole "sigh of delight" thing, I did savor the taste. This was a very well-made sandwich. I am surprised since I only though that my school was this good at making sandwiches like this. Guess I was wrong. I took a seat beside my uncle and took a sip from my coffee. It tasted… not half bad. But it was a little too sugary and sweet for my liking. Ah well, nothing you can do about it. Just enjoy the taste and get on with it, just like my mother always told me.

"So any clue on what we're going to do after we finish lunch? Aside from work, of course." Freddy asked, swallowing the remainder of his sandwich. "I mean you have another talk with Ozpin and… well, I feel left out. I want to do stuff."

"I thought you said you'd be visiting Vale more often to find a clue on how we got here in the first place?" I asked.

"Oh." Freddy said, realization finally hitting him. "You're right. I completely forgot. I will do that in the weekends, when the bar opens at a later time than usual. Any place I should go search first?" Freddy asked.

"Try the docks." I replied. "If you're allowed to enter. I'd advice taking Goodwitch or someone else with you, since I was told by the staff to leave the docks when they spotted me. Also… try not to cause a scene by visiting every single clothing shop you see. I still have the PTSD flashbacks from our trip to Amsterdam last year. I thought that was the day I'd finally be raped by four different guys in one night."

"We were so close too." Freddy sighed in disappointment.

"You… just shut the fuck up." I retorted, rubbing my temples. "I'm going to call child protective services on your ass if you don't shut the hell up."

"Last time I checked… you were an adult." Freddy replied, smirking. I hated that fucking smirk.

"And last time I checked you were… wow I can't believe it but I can't come up with a good comeback." I replied, shaking my head. "And here I thought I'd have an answer on—oh no, wait, I got one."

"Let's hear it." Freddy replied, rubbing his hands together in fake anticipation. "I can't wait to hear that hot fire you're always talking about."

"Freddy let me tell you a little something about you and the way you act. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to be like me or look like me. No matter how many times you tried to make yourself look younger, to look more appealing to the "younger audience", you always failed in comparison to me. You know why? Because you're a cougar. And a sick one at that." I smirked, crossing my arms.

"While that might be true you must take this in consideration. I have been a homosexual for a long time, but I was heterosexual for a long time. In those years I've had more sex than you'll ever have, you weakling. Now eat you sandwich and shut it before I stuff something else in your mouth." Freddy retorted, smirking while he reached for his apple. "Or do you want to try again."

"Two word, Fredward: Jake Persudo." I retorted, smirking myself.

"You… how dare you!" Freddy exclaimed. "We vowed never to talk about that again!"

"You mean Jake Persudo? The Jake Persudo who you fucked while being drunk only to find out that he was actually a she? A wolf in sheep's clothing? That Jake Persudo?" I asked.

"I didn't know that he was actually a she, okay! I fucked up! I get it! Ha, ha, ha, let's all laugh at Freddy's misery!" Freddy replied, causing some of the students to look our way.

"Freddy," I laughed, tapping his head. "You're such a drama queen, you know that?"

Freddy opened his mouth but closed it again, not knowing how to reply. He knew I was dead on and that there was no denying the way he was. So instead he merely turned to look at his tray, averting his eyes from me. "Stupid nephew." He uttered, taking a bite from his apple. "One day I will outclass you with words."

"Until that day." I replied, taking a bite from my own apple. "Keep practicing."

"Hey there."

I turned my head, giving the knight in shining armor that stood behind me a quick thumbs up. "Jauny-boy, how are you doing today?" I asked, patting the empty spot beside me. "Take a seat, my friend. There is always room for one extra blond."

"Thanks but no thanks." Jaune replied.

"What, you're too good for us now, is that it? You spend one day with me and now I'm just dust in your eyes?" I asked, faking shock and anger at the same time. "Jaune do me a favor and spell "tuna sub" backwards. That's what I'm going to be doing to your sisters should I ever meet them." I said, giving him the finger. "Aces."

"I… tuna sub… tuna sub… bus anut? Bus anut?" Jaune repeated to himself, holding his chin in thought. "I… I don't get it." he finally admitted.

"Better that way." Was my only reply. "Okay enough fucking around. What's the sitch?"

"Well do you remember yesterday's events?" Jaune asked.

"Headquarters is still recovering, yes." I replied, looking down at my pants. "I think they're fine, though. These guys have been through a lot."

"Yes, about that," Jaune said, rubbing the back of his head. "Pyrrha is sorry for what she did and she wanted to apologize. I figured, since you said you were sorry too, you'd come over to our tablet to apologize." He finished, taking a quick glance at his table.

I nodded, standing up while taking the apple I was eating in my right hand. "Sure." I replied, smiling. "I mean it's better that way. I don't want to keep the whole "nutcracker" thing up, if you don't mind."

Jaune chuckled, patting my back. "There you go. You're a quick learner."

"Hey… I thought I was supposed to teach you some things." I replied, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't you want to know how to be as good with words as I am?" I asked, closing the distance between the two of us. "Because once you start and go down this path there is no going back. Once you master the T'hum you will be a living God. You will be edgy. You will be dank. But most of all you will be superior… until you get your ass whooped of course."

"What happens after that?" Jaune asked, laughing nervously as he slowly pushed me away from him.

"Then you rebuild and learn from your mistakes so that one day you will conquer again." I replied, placing my hands behind my back. "Do you accept my teachings?"

"This is weirding me out." Jaune replied.

"Do you… or do you not… accept my teachings?" I asked, looking at him with dead-serious eyes.

"I… I guess, until I get the hang of it." Jaune replied.

"Then it shall be done. Henceforth your code-name shall be… Jizz Throat." I announced, holding his hand in mine before shaking it. "Welcome Jizz Throat, may your words bring total victory for you and your allies."

"Are you always this serious about your teachings?" Jaune asked, reluctantly shaking my hand.

I nodded my head. "Does a bear crap in the woods? And does the Pope crap on the dreams of two hundred deaf boys?"

"Does the what on the what?" Jaune asked, taking a step backwards.

"Jaune… just take me to your team." I replied, rubbing my temples. I watched as Jaune complied with my order and walked towards his table. I followed, keeping my gaze forward. Eventually I reached the table and was met with the green eyes of Pyrrha Nikos staring into own blue eyes. I had to admit that she looked good, and her eyes really captivated that look. No wonder so many people fall for her… expect for Jizz Throat who is dense enough to not see her naked even if she's standing naked in front of him giving him a fucking lap dance and—oh for fuck's sake I just want them to be happy! I love a happy ending… except for some people I don't like. They can get the worse ending out there and suck it.

I looked at Pyrrha and tapped the table they were sitting at nervously. "So… fancy seeing you here."

"Yeah." Pyrrha replied, rubbing her arm. "So how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Better." I replied, nodding to myself. "Yesterday it was bad, but I deserved it. Listen, Pyrrha, I'm just coming clean and apologize for yesterday. I thought it over and you were kind of in the right, so I don't blame you for acting on your instincts. So let's just forget about the whole thing and pretend like it never happened." I held out my hand. "Come here and shake this idiot's hand."

Smiling, Pyrrha got up and took my hand into hers and shook it. "Thank you. And I too am sorry for going to such lengths. I never should have done that. It was wrong. But… I was just so angry when you touched me there. I've never been touched like that before."

"This is getting really weird." Nora commented, looking at Pyrrha. "Are you sure it was a smack and not a gentle pat or rub?"

"Yes!" Pyrrha replied, flustered at Nora's comment. "I know the difference thank you very much." Looking back at me, Pyrrha motioning for one of the empty seats at their table. "Ruby and her team are kind of late, so you can sit with us if you'd like." She offered.

"Thanks for the offer but I kind of want to sit with my uncle. I kind of shut him up and now I'm afraid he's butt hurt." I replied, chuckling slightly before turning around. "Nice to meet you, Nora, Ren." I said.

"You're welcome!" Nora sang. "Ren he knows our names! It took teachers longer than him to remember them! He must be some kind of genius."

"Yes," Ren replied, staring at Pyrrha. "A real genius."


Professor Ozpin paced around his office, hands behind his back while he fiddled with one of the bullets from Ramses' weapon. He had been studying it for several hours now and had even taken it apart. It worked almost the same as a Dust-based weapon, although there were some mechanisms the Headmaster of Beacon did not recognize. He thought back to the conversation about Earth he and Ramses had. Two world wars and even more wars that have occurred. Millions dead, city's ruined and rebuild, all in a matter of years. Well at least they could rebuild… when Grimm attacked rebuilding was the least of the people's worries. The Headmaster stopped pacing, taking a seat behind his desk and placing the bullet he was holding on the desk itself. Leaning back in his chair; the Headmaster let out a sigh. Today he was supposed to have another conversation with Ramses. He didn't really know what they could talk about. Should they try another subject? Perhaps another war? Or should he ask more about Earth and its people, see how they are?

Was there racism as there was towards Faunus on Remnant? It would make no sense… after all they were all human. Every human is the same, there are little to no exemptions on anatomy. Ozpin looked at his half-empty mug and grabbed it, taking a long sip before swallowing the cooled down coffee. "No Grimm." Ozpin said to himself, shaking his head in disbelief and awe. "What a world."

Doors opened, and a familiar teacher of combat arts walked into the Headmaster's office. "You needed my help?" Goodwitch asked, standing on front of Ozpin's desk.

"Help… yes, in a way I do. I need you to do something for me… take a look at this weapon." Ozpin replied, holding out the Colt Anaconda.

"It looks like Ironwood's heavy dust-compressed combat side-arm." Goodwitch replied, taking the weapon from Ozpin's hand. "It is heavier than I first thought." She commented, inspecting the weapon's chamber. "Six bullets… a pretty solid number, although not capable of handling packs of Grimm."

"You have to remember that this weapon was not made to combat Grimm… but other humans." Ozpin replied, looking at the gun with narrowed eyes. "It seems that the bullets are also heavier than Dust-based bullets."

"It's not Dust-based?" Goodwitch asked, taken aback by this information. "Then what if he encounters Grimm?"

"Why would a bartender have to encounter Grimm?" Ozpin inquired. "He's staying in Beacon, no Grimm is dumb enough to come here." Ozpin looked at the magnum that Goodwitch was holding and let out a sigh. "I'll give Ramses his weapon back tonight. I've been studying it for quite some time now and… well, I wasn't really planning on firing it… yet."

"You want to see its power?" Goodwitch asked.

"Of course I do. This is an alien weapon… but since Ramses has not told me anything about it I have not fired it. It could result to catastrophic results." Ozpin replied.

"So… we wait?"

"Yes," Ozpin replied, folding his arms and crossing his legs. "We shall wait."