If there is one thing I always disliked about people it would probably have to be the way some act when they're put under pressure. No matter what kind of work people do, when put under a certain pressure—like paperwork that needs to be completed before your shift ends, they become the biggest asshole. Whenever people are put under pressure they get snappy, frustrated over the tiniest of things and are very bad-mouthed towards friends and family. I am no exception, but I'm bad-mouthed all the time, so I guess people get used to it. I always found it funny how parents tell us that we should "be happy" that we're having so much shit thrown at us, since that will prepare us for the "big bad world" or some bullshit. To that I say: Fuck 'em. Kids, whenever your parents are scolding you; just take it all in and use that to your advantage. Blackmailing your parents can be fun. I've done it a couple of times—no big blackmails, but the small "you did something and I know you don't want the rest of the world knowing you did that thing, so I want to go out tonight without a time-restriction" kind of stuff.

Speaking of blackmailing people… I remember a time where me and my friend Dave did some pretty sneaky stuff back when we were doing volunteer work at our old elementary school. Ah well, that's a story for another time. Right now, I was just taking a quick lunch break from working. I was seated at a nearby table with a cold water and ham and cheese sandwich. I was surprised how fast the bar had become almost empty over a short two-hour timespan. The only ones who were still present were a small group of students and Yang. Yang had been chatting away with Freddy for quite some time now. I wonder how long it'll take for Freddy to realize he's talking to a fictional character.

Should they even be considered fictional right now? I mean sure they're not real, but since we're in Remnant and not on Earth anymore could I be considered a fictional character in the eyes of Ozpin? Or am I really just an alien on their world. This was all just a whole lot to think about, and my two remaining brain cells are already having a hard time processing the fact that we're not on Earth anymore.

Shaking my head and trying to get those thoughts out of it, I took a big bite of my sandwich and poured it down with water. I turned my head to the bar to see Freddy and Yang still chatting with one another. It was good to see that they were getting along. I would have been surprised if they didn't. I felt a small gush of air pass my shoulder, and I turned my head only to see familiar person standing behind me. Well she was familiar to me. She probably didn't even know my name.

"Hi!" the orange haired girl greeted, waving at me.

"Greetings!" I replied, waving back at her. "Take a seat, take a seat," I instructed, motioning to the chair opposite to me. The girl nodded, taking the seat and crossing her legs over one another. I took another bite from my sandwich and swallowed. "So what brings you to my humble abode, Nora?" I asked.

"I kind of got bored," Nora replied, shrugging. "Ren's been studying all day long, and so have I, but I decided to take a break from all the studying and grab a drink," she replied, her eyes darting from left to right as she looked around the entire bar, making sure to take everything in. "This place looks great!" she exclaimed. "Who build it? Did you build it?"

"I'm good, but not that good." I replied, patting my own shoulder as a way to show my confidence. "You saw what I just did there? The patting of my own shoulder? That means I have no self-esteem and rely on others to tell me how great I am."

Nora raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Nah," I replied. "I'm just an idiot who thinks he has everything going his way but fails to realize he's fucking up big time." I took one final sip of my water before placing the glass back on the table.

"But you just said you failed to realize, but you just told me that you realized that you failed to realize you don't have everything going the way you want it to," Nora commented, placing her hand underneath her chin. "Was this a trick question?"

"It… wasn't even a question to begin with." I replied. "Kudos for coming up with that statement. You're smarter than you look." I looked around the bar only to realize everyone except for Yang and Nora had left. Well that's just amazing! Boring shift… I'd rather have fifty students and no lunch breaks instead of the other way around. I looked back at Nora and continued. "So what would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a Mistral's Dust." Nora replied.

Nodding, I stood up and walked towards the bar. "Freddy, one Mistral's Dust. The big purple bottle on the right." I said.

"Coming right up!" Freddy replied, turning around to grab the bottle.

Smiling to myself, I turned my head to Yang, who was looking directly at me with a small smile on her face. "Sooo what is up, Yang?" I asked.

"Nothing much." Yang replied. "Just chatting with your uncle about what we like and what we don't like. I don't know if it's because he is gay but he knows exactly what a girl likes and does not like. He's been telling me about his past relationships and I have to say that other homosexuals can be as vile and manipulative as some girls out there."

"Girls are as bad as men. Sometimes they're worse," I replied.

"Care to explain?" Yang asked, smirking slightly. "Nora can you get over here for a second?" she called out to her friend, who almost instantly obliged and now stood beside her within a literal second.

"Oh, se we're getting a partner?" I asked. "Freddy, time for us men to show why we're superior." I smirked, crossing my arms.

"I'm sitting this one out," Freddy replied, taking a few steps backward. "I want to see how you talk your way out of this one.

I looked at Yang and Nora before sighing. I decided to be the bigger man here and do the wisest thing a man can ever do when going face to face with a woman's opinion.

Completely denounce the fuck out of it.

"Well let me explain a little bit about women." I replied, taking a seat on the bar stool that was closest to me. "Women are... like bees, and us men are the big bears that feed of the bee's honey. Women are useful but they can turn into dangerous animals that will stab the fuck out of you if you ever touch the wrong honey, if you know what I'm saying. And let's face it, girls have the ability to whine about almost everything. Once a month they turn into some kind of vile demon that will kill you on sight if you try to treat it like the 'princess' they want to be treated like. All in all, girls are needed for a reason, but so are men. Everyone freaking loses!" I stared at the two of them and the look of confusion on their faces already told me enough. They were at a loss for words, just like I like my ladies—okay, is it just me or does that sound a bit creepy? I mean I'm no rapist or something but… you know what, forget it.

"That was by far the most idiotic thing you have ever said," Freddy said to me, shaking his head. "You didn't even denounce anything. And before you ask how I knew, I just do. I just do."

"Can I have my drink now?" Nora asked.

"Can I have one too?" Yang asked.

"Coming right up!" Freddy exclaimed.

As I watched Nora and Yang take a seat at the bar, I couldn't help but smile a bit. So far the way I acted towards most of my friends back on Earth didn't really bother others yet. Ah well, looks like I can take things a step further... Hm, perhaps I could start by asking Yang what exactly Freddy has been telling her, because knowing him he probably mentioned me and our adventures together too many times already.


Professor Glynda Goodwitch had been pacing around her classroom desk for quite some time now, contemplating on her and Ozpin's next move. Ramses would be getting his weapon back today. Was it a wise choice? Ozpin seemed to think so, and he usually knew what was right and wrong. Of course, Ramses must definitely know what is right and wrong, since he knows what is right or wrong... that made even more sense when she first thought of it. She didn't know what to think of the situation just yet. She had the feeling Ramses could be trusted, and so does his uncle, but she had no idea how Ramses was going to prevent "things" from happening. Would he tell them about it? He was merely a human teen after all, and humans forget. With his newly appointed job as a bartender it seems like it could become a bit too much for the blonde-haired teen. Perhaps she should discuss this with the teen in question instead of wondering about it.

Speaking of teens, her students seemed to have taken a liking into the bar. She had the privilege to overhear several conversations between students. Students that were discussing how much fun the bar was and how the school was definitely stepping its game up. It looked like this was the right choice after all. And it sees that the bartenders are doing their job decently so far. There have been no complaints… yet. But something about Ramses just didn't sit right with Goodwitch. Perhaps it was because of the incident a few days ago, where he outsmarted her by twisting his words in a way she could not find her own. Or perhaps it was that foul mouth of his.

It was probably a combination of many things. And honestly... Freddy was almost as childish and foulmouthed on several occasions, but it seemed he had a certain self-control. Perhaps it was a teenage thing.

Goodwitch rubbed her temples, letting out a soft sigh before finally taking a seat behind her desk. Looking at all of the paperwork that needed to be done, she grabbed a pen and started signing several documents that needed to be signed. She still needed to prepare some things for the ball as well. Team CFFY also went a new mission, and that meant that Goodwitch needed to find substitutes for preparing the decorations for the ball. So many things that needed to be done… it sometimes made her want to go back to hunting Grimm.

"Is anyone in here?"

Goodwitch turned her head to the audible voice that echoed through her classroom. She adjusted her glasses and stood up from her seat. So much for that. "Enter," Goodwitch said, crossing her arms and tapping the front of her boot on the concrete surface of her classroom. She raised an eyebrow in curiosity when she saw Pyrrha and Jaune enter her classroom. "Oh," she said, slight curiosity in the tone of her voice. "What are the two of doing here? Aren't you supposed to be studying?"

"Well…." Pyrrha trailed off.

"Why are you both so sweaty?" Goodwitch asked.

"We were… in a hurry," Pyrrha replied, scratching the back of her head. "We needed to discuss something with you, Ms. Goodwitch," she continued. "There was… something… oh how do I explain this without sounding really dumb?" Pyrrha asked herself.

"Allow me to take over." Jaune replied, standing in front of his teammate. "Ms. Goodwitch we need to discuss something. Something that has been on our mind for quite some time now. You see we visited the new bar two days ago and had a talk with one of its bartenders. His name is Ramses and, well, there is something off about him," he added.

Goodwitch visibly tensed up when Jaune said that. "And… what might be 'off' about this bartender?" she asked. If Ramses had spilled their plan and told Jaune and Pyrrha about it then there would be consequences for both him and his uncle. They had an agreement for crying out loud!

"There was a strange reaction." Jaune continued, shaking his head in disbelief. "A reaction that I've never heard about or seen before. It was… strange. It was something I didn't know could happen but-."

"What Jaune is trying to say." Pyrrha interjected, standing in front of her teammate. "Is that Ramses had a strange reaction to Jaune's aura. And what I mean by that is; Ramses was telling us a story and he got so caught up in it he accidentally wounded up hurting himself. Jaune tried to use his aura to relive him form the pain, albeit it being minimal. But when Jaune ended up actually using aura on Ramses, his reaction was… different than we had first expected. It seemed like Jaune just ended up hurting Ramses even more. Ramses pulled his hand back instantly when Jaune touched it. What we were wondering… could this be because Ramses has not unlocked his aura yet?"

Goodwitch inwardly let out dozens of sighs of relief. Thank Oum that Ramses had not spilled everything that needed to be kept a secret out loud. But what Pyrrha had just told her… Ramses being hurt by aura? Combat-based aura was usually used to enhance the strength of the user so that he or she could perform better in live-combat and exceed their limits if need be. But people actually having that kind of reaction to aura? An aura that was supposed to heal people. This was rather interesting.

"And his immediate reaction was to pull his hand away?" Goodwitch asked. "There was no kind of delay? The pain came instantly when your hands touched?"

"Yes it did. I think so, at least," Jaune replied. "At least I think he did."

'This does make things a bit more interesting,' Goodwitch thought to herself. 'I'll have to discuss this with Ozpin and Ramses himself. Could this have to do because of Ramses' body? Is it because he is from another world—a world where Remnant is fictional?'

While these thoughts crossed her mind, it did not go unnoticed by Jaune and Pyrrha that her facial expression became more serious than before. They looked at each other, not understanding why Goodwitch was so in thought about something—what they expected to be—small and not so serious. Perhaps it was because of Jaune's aura? Perhaps his aura had just not developed enough yet. Aura could be a dangerous thing if used by inexperienced fighters. Jaune was… getting there, but he still had a lot more to learn.

"To answer your question," Goodwitch suddenly spoke, catching both of their attention. "I do not know what could have caused this kind of reaction. It could be because Ramses has not unlocked his aura yet, but that is something I will take into consideration. I was going to have another talk with him today, so I will see where the answer lies." She adjusted her glasses before turning to her students again. "Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

"… No, that would be all," Pyrrha replied, bowing her head respectfully. "Thank you for taking the time to answer our question."

"It's what we teachers do." Goodwitch smiled. "Now go and get some rest. Tomorrow is another long day of school again. I don't want the two of you slacking off."

"Yes ma'am," the two students replied simultaneously before turning around and taking their leave from the classroom.

'Ramses… just what are you up to?' Goodwitch thought to herself.