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"Damn, your team is really something." Jason said as he and Blake looked down at the large screen where a hidden camera projected them live relation from Heatwave repedeately throwing Ruby and Yang out of the doorframes with the help of other gang members.
"You meant their unrelenting will to just walk inside?" Blake asked ironically, sighing after another attempt from Ruby was stopped by a straight palm of the hand pushing her out of the stairs. "I do wonder what Weiss is doing now."
"Her? She's returning to Beacon given the reports from Spamton and Jesper." Vigilantie leader responded, allowing himself to put his hand on her shoulder. "I like that you care about them tho."
"... Thanks, it's not like I have anything good coming for them."
"Bullshit. You're actually a great person when known better."
"And if they don't know me better? Like, right now?"
"Then they either take the time with it or are just not worth your care. After all, equality is an idea we can strive towards, not a thing we can do."
"... I guess so." Blake smiled lightly. "We can make Remnant a better place after all, huntsman or not."
"You're actually considering it?" Jason asked her so suprised that he havwn't took a notice of Heatwave switching to beatboxing and dissing the intruding sisters hard enough for the random civilians to laugh at them.
"Excaly." Blake responded, reciprocating the hand placed on the shoulder. "You alone are... Closer?"
"That's a good word."
"Closer to me than Ruby, Weiss and Yang all together. Schoolmate and assignment to the team means less that doing things together, giving helping hand or just a while to talk. Besides..." The turned her head to the left for a short while, observing two humans and one chimpanzee faunus playing darts and taking a shot of cactus juice every time they missed a throw. "... Racism isn't on systematic level here."
"Even the best building gets wiped out by a mere impact without proper foundation, same applied to society as a whole."
"Oh, and you are actually wise instead of moralistic. Hearing about good versus evil misses the point."
"So, are you actually sure about dropping Beacon?" Jason finally asked her, keeping his unsure glare to avoid taking sides.
"..." Blake responded with silence, turning around and seeing a large bunch of various gang members looking at her with hopeful expressions.
"I am."
"How odd, I really didn't saw that one coming." Weiss scoffed, reading the text messeage on her scroll straight out of the Beacon's Academy office, informing her about Blake leaving the school and new team member joining them soon. "I hope the next one won't just run away and join a criminal group." She thought with slight disdain before looking to the side and seeing Beacon's bullhead landing zone in sight. "Now to wait for Ruby and Yang, they won't be the most satisfied two upon hearing of that. At least not in Ruby's case..."
"Wait, wait, wait, she wasn't a bait of Ozpin?!" Jesper exclaimed in surprise, stopping in his tracks as he stood up from the roulette hazard game he just had with multiple other gang members.
"Never have been, stupid." One of them with visible snail traits responded, looking down at the still running metalical marble.
"... No, no, yes, no..." Another one counter, anxiously looking over the numbers on the edge of the circular board.
"Seventeen! I win!" Snail faunus interrupted him, pointing to the place where small ball ended it's run.
"Here ya' go mate!" A robust-looking worker from behind the bar said, giving him fourteen thousand Lien in cash out of nowhere. "Now go all of you, I have more people to attend to."
"Oh, ok." Heatwave said with no visible emotions, taking another sip from the beer bottle.
"Wait, you aren't intrested?" One of his mates asked, placing the replacement doors in the frames.
"It was about to happen sooner or later, slow and regulated school life makes engaged radicals even more engeged and radical thanks to their ideas about the system not doing anything it needs to confirmed." Heatwave responded, explaining his look on the situation. "I mean, it's great that she joined and all, but we get at least a few new people every day since we started our operation. There isn't anything of note to be this happy about it, and her coming from Beacon doesn't do anything outside confirming my initial thought."
"Sounds fair, sorry you can't have it your way."
"Don't sweat it, these two kiddos tired US enough."
"... Now who is this [Little Sponge] that comes down the [Void] road like a [Broke Seller]? That's making me go [$$$]!" Spamton cackled, looking down from the low-hanging clouds at the streets of Vale, specifically at Ruby and Yang who were making their way to the bullhead landing zone with wobbly steps and utter disbelief on their faces.
"Remember, no pointless ingerentions. Our agenda stays the same." Cryptic sound came out in the back of his head, spreading thin winkdings across his mind.
"Right, these [Garbage can] are not meant to be [Made profitable deal] with." Spamton added, smiling deviously. "But something that is might be closer than you think." He added, taking out a heart-shaped soul from his body and giving it to a pale white bone hand that suddenly materialised itself to his right. "Now then, let's give those [$$$] a good decoy..."