WARNING: This is a LONG chapter. I won't do long chapters like this all the time, I will mainly use them for longer episodes in the show, such as Players and Pieces (The episode this chapter is pretty much a retelling of. )
That being said, enjoy~!
Chapter 4: Players and Pieces
Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. - General George S. Patton
After the initial surprise of the attack had worn off, Jacob had declared that formal introductions were in order; The handshake shared with Blake was more or less almost of a diplomatic nature, with the two acting in a pleasant manner as Blake attempted to read him and he in turn attempted to pry open the enigma of her mind. Yang's, however, was polar opposite, with her warm and truly endearing smile acting in contrast to the fact that she was practically crushing his pint-sized hand in her grip, even though hers were only slightly larger than his own; It was if his hand had been squeezed under a boulder the size of a suburban. Jacob's hand was left aching afterwards as he had barely suppressed a croak of pain. After informing them of what had transpired previously, the partners decided to join up with the trio in their hunt for the ruins. By now they had walked for a solid half-hour, Jacob leading this makeshift pack forward through the forest to their destination, and—with any hope—away from the rest of the Grimm populace in the ruddy place. While Pyrrha maintained a close second in pace behind him, with Jaune tagging along behind them as if he were a lost pup and Yang merrily strolling along behind them, Blake had decided to hang back a bit to mull about her thoughts for a bit, or at least that seemed to be what he believed by what he read of her body language. That last bit made Jacob sweat under the collar perhaps a little too much for his taste.
Okay, so, I've met the B and Y in RWBY and the J and P in JNPR. That only leaves Ren and Nora, he mentally noted, and Ms. Schnee and Ruby herself. But before he could comment further, Yang once again interrupted him.
"Hey, short-stuff," Yang cheerily shouted from behind him, obviously trying to get his attention. If she was also looking to get a rise out of him, she was doing a pretty good job thus far; He did not like others referring to how short he was. Only he himself could make fun of his height.
"Ms. Xiao Long, please call me Jacob," he sighed, the tire from this long day starting to slow his pace.
"Only if YOU stop calling me "Ms. Xiao Long"," she replied back, putting emphasis on her name with an effective mockery of a snooty inflection.
"...Fair enough, Yang. Now, what were you gonna ask me?"
"I was just wondering, why hasn't your Aura started kicking in? It should have started replenishing by now, right?"
"Uh, that's..." Jacob struggled to cover his tracks, knowing that if they knew he didn't have an awakened Aura they may waste time trying to unlock his in the middle of a dangerous AO. Hell, who knows if he even had one; he was from Earth, Terra, The Third Rock From The Sun—whatever you wanted to call it—not Remnant. They knew of the existence of the Soul here, while Humanity back home questioned the very existence of the it, whether it was just a construct of our sentience. "That's actually a good question... but I think it's better if we focus on our task at hand; 'Eyes on the prize, not the horizon'," he quipped while his mind self-congratulated being able to slip the usage of a Skyrim quote into a conversation.
"Her point is fair," came the mumbling of Blake, still locked in mental pondering but loud enough to be heard by everyone present.
"Regardless, we have an objective to reach. Don't get me wrong, it's a valid question, but I'm more focused on, you know, not getting eaten." His stomach roared defiantly, making its point known to the entire crew. "And, maybe, getting something to eat."
It was another 10 minutes before they reached the small clearing that housed the Forest Temple. Just as he remembered it, it was a large circular ornate structure that vaguely reminded him of Stonehenge. The center tiles formed an ornate design of stone, reminiscent of a flower, only the gray of rock instead of something more lively.
"That must be it, right?"
"Pretty certain, Mr. Arc. Unless you see another ruin of an ancient temple nearby."
Jacob caught the sight of Jaune rolling his eyes in exasperation out of the corner of his vision.
"I wonder what they were talking about in regards to the relic? I can't see anything up here that would be a candidate," Pyrrha inquired over Jacob's left shoulder. Jacob smirked to himself in smug satisfaction.
"Well, we ain't gonna find out standing up here twiddling our thumbs, right?" He let out a small chuckle as he began to approach the Temple. The hill they were atop was mildly steep, but nothing he hadn't climbed down during the few times he had gone hiking in his whole life.
Approaching the Temple, Jacob spotted the "relics" that were so integral in the first place; the chess pieces that would mark the teams. Two sets of each piece, but already some pieces were missing. Well, I've already fucked with canon, let's hope that it won't Butterfly Effect out too far.
"Chess pieces?" Blake questioned as she walked up to the black king piece, eyeing it with curiosity. Across the way, Yang strolled up and scanned about at the rest of the pieces. "Some of them are missing; looks like we weren't the first ones here." Jacob nodded in faux agreement, hoping that things would play out according to his memory... or, at least to the degree possible under the current scenario.
As expected, Blake figured it out first. "Well, I guess we should pick one." There's that sense of déjà vu, except for once I know where its coming from.
"How about a cute little pony?" Jacob turned to see Yang had picked up the Gold—or was it technically white—Knight, raising it high in triumph. "Sure," Blake sighed with an emphasizing eye roll.
And the canon remains. Hallelujah.
"I'm surprised more people haven't found this place," Jacob muttered in bemusement.
"Yeah, it's not like this place is very difficult to find," Blake replied
Jaune and Pyrrha walked up next, looking about at the rest of the pieces and trying to choose which one they wanted. Please pick the Gold Rook, please pick up the Gold Rook, please pick up the Gold Rook...
The Gold Rook was lifted off its pedestal by means of Jaune, as he and Pyrrha shared a smile. Behind them, a smile crept onto Muller's face as well.
His mind quickly turned to more pressing matters. Now, where on Earth are Ren and Nora? And for that matter, where are Weiss and—
"HEADS UP!"
Jacob had just enough time to hear the cry and look up when he saw someone falling out of the sky at speeds closing in on terminal velocity. Someone clad in a red and black dress.
"Ruby!" Yang shouted in distress, Jacob almost following suit only to bite his tongue to conceal his charade at least just a little bit longer. His bite must've broken the skin of his tongue; he could swear that he tasted blood.
"I've got her," he shouted as he tried to intercept her trajectory, backpedaling in desperation to intercept Ruby's landing. But before he could try to catch her, Yang had taken to the air, Ember Celica roaring as she launched into the air to catch her sister. They met about 40 feet up, Yang effortlessly catching her baby sister and descending back to earth within the span of seconds. If he had blinked, he would probably have missed the whole thing. Behind him he swore he heard Blake ask something along the lines of, "Did her sister just fall out of the sky?" but he was too preoccupied with watching Yang coddle her baby sister.
"Ruby, are you ok? What happened, are you hurt, did you get attacked—"
"Yang," Jacob called out to her running up to the two of them, "give her some air! Poor girl just fell from... 100 feet up, give or take."
"Yang," came the tiny voice of Ruby Rose, "I'm fine! Really!" It was enough to get Yang to back off on her hug, allowing Jacob to get in close to check up on her; Sure, he had no training with first aid, but even then he had a habit of picking up little details here and there, and that included even the most miniscule scrapes.
Coffee brown eyes met silver eyes and Jacob felt what he could swear was a twinge of shock. He had never expected to see natural silver irises in another human being, but Ruby's eyes... in person they were striking. Scarily striking. He fought the urge to stare, instead stretching out his arm to help her up. "Need a hand?"
"Oh, uh, thanks," Ruby responded weakly, obviously nervous about the newcomer. Hoisting her up on her feet, it only just registered that she was a mere 5'2" to his 5'5". For once, he was taller than someone else, something that bemused him to no end. Heh, for once, I'm not the shorty around here.
"Uh, my name's Ruby," she said weakly, "what's, uh, what's yours?"
"Name's Jacob. I, uh, I'm kinda not supposed to be here, I guess... civilian and all that."
"Oh. Well, I... Wait," Ruby questioned, "If you're a civie, how did you get here?"
"Uhm, honestly? Not a Godforsaken clue. Just kinda... woke up in the forest yesterday, no idea how I got here... Heheh."
"Well, I—" Ruby was cut short as the sounds of an Ursa roaring set everyone to attention.
It sprung out from the woods, roaring and thrashing about for all of a solid 3 seconds before toppling to the ground, dead as a coffin nail, all the while a resounding "Yeehaw!" Came screaming up from behind it. Without a word, Muller leashed his slowly-diminishing temper as the final two members of JNPR came into view.
"Aww, it's broken," Nora Valkyrie lamented as she stood atop the dead ursine nuisance. Now I remember why Nora kicks ass: You can't help but smile at her antics.
Up from behind the Ursa, obviously having been forced to keep up on foot, came the tall form of Lie Ren, panting and trying to catch his breath. "Nora... please... don't ever do that again." A sliver of sadness lodged itself into Jacob's heart as he heard that voice. It was a voice that previously he had never taken note of, not until its owner's untimely passing from unfortunate circumstances. The voice of Monty Oum.
At that second, however, his mind suddenly noticed that Nora had disappeared from atop the Ursa. It didn't take Jacob much longer than a second to realize where she was. Looking over his shoulder he saw her swipe the other Gold Rook in her hand. Success, He muttered in his mind.
"I'm queen of the castle, I'm queen of the castle..." Nora hummed merrily before Ren cried out for her. She giggled and skipped over to him, calling out, "Coming, Ren!"
"Did that girl just ride in on an Ursa?"
"Yes, Ms. Belladonna," Jacob chuckled, "She just rode in on an Ursa. I like her already."
That caught Nora's attention, as she bolted up to within his personal bubble; Not a good idea under normal circumstances, but he'd allow it.
"Well, hello there!" Nora practically sang. "I don't remember meeting you before!"
"Uh, hi, I'm Jacob,"He responded with a meek wave. He was expecting her to be exuberant, but this was almost too much. He also wasn't expecting to be given a rib-crushing bear hug; Even more so was his surprise when the little 5'1" girl practically hoisted him up in the hug. JESUS CHRIST, What does she use for weights when she benches, Land Raiders!?
"Hey, I appreciate the friendly hug," he wheezed, "but you're starting to crush my ribcage."
"Oops, sorry!" Nora promptly dropped him, though fortune had him landing on his feet instead of on his ass again.
Muller's bemusement was short lived, as he suddenly felt heat radiating from his left side. Yang was starting to look more than a little annoyed at the impromptu interruptions. "Okay, can everyone just chill out for like 5 seconds so we can get our bearings?"
"Uh, Yang," Ruby interjected, pointing skywards. Yang hung her head in defeat while Jacob's eyes followed the invisible line to where she was pointing at.
Up above them some 200 or so feet in the air, Weiss Schnee was clinging for dear life onto the back talon of a massive Nevermore. "Once upon a midnight dreary," Jacob muttered in awe at the titanic beast overhead; its wings had to at least clear 60, 70 feet in length.
"How could you leave me?" Weiss shouted, her voice barely reaching their ears.
"I said, 'jump'!" Ruby lamented to her new partner.
"She's gonna fall," Blake flatly said.
"She'll be fine."
"She's falling," Ren affirmed. Sure enough, the Nevermore had shaken her loose, sending her plummeting to the ground below.
"I got her, I got her," Jacob shouted, running to catch her. He once again attempted to course correct, desperately trying to line up his interception.
By sheer miracle, her trajectory met up with him, and he managed to catch her in his arms, the raw newtons laid bear to his body forcing him to take a knee. His arms strained heavily against dropping her, made evident by the protesting groan that escaped from behind clenched teeth. "Fire and damnation," he hissed under his breath, "This was a stupid-ass idea."
He looked up at his cargo, and for a split second the two made eye contact before Weiss squirmed out of his hold, catching him across the chin with her elbow and sending him sprawling backwards.
"Hands off, creep!"
"I believe 'thank you' would be in order for saving you from meeting the ground ass-first," Jacob spat back at Weiss with a tone of annoyance. If there was one character he couldn't stand in Seasons 1 and 2, it was Weiss. Arrogant, spoiled, she hadn't yet grown into her more compassionate side until Season 3.
Weiss sighed heavily, a groan of disgust hiding within. "Fine, thank you, Mister..." A sentence loaded with sarcasm if he'd ever heard one.
"Muller. Jacob Muller."
"Right, Mr. Muller. Once again," Weiss said with the hint of sarcasm far more detectable in her tone, "Thank you for saving me from that fall."
Jacob would have retorted with a witty comeback had it not been for the sudden thunderous shaking from beneath his feet. Turns out, even with avoiding the cave, that Deathstalker was itching for a scrap; It had actively sought them out. The supersized scorpion burst forth from the treeline, its bone-white pincers looking to alleviate flesh from bone. Muller and Schnee retreated back to the group at full sprint.
"Great, the gang's all here; now we can all die together," Yang sarcastically shouted out, grabbing their attention.
"Not if I can help it!"
Muller's mind snapped to attention. Oh no.
Ruby let out the cutest war cry he had ever heard and rushed the beast. Crescent Rose thundered as the recoil of the sniper rifle launched her forward, the scythe-rifle's wicked blade unfolding to cut the extra large arachnid asunder.
The Deathstalker had more canonical plans, swinging its claw at her to halt her charge. The claw connected, sending her tumbling to the ground.
"...D-don't worry," Ruby shakily called out, "totally fine!"
That's a lie if I've ever heard one, Muller groaned in his mind as she began backpedaling away from the supersized bug.
Now comes the Nevermore feathers...
Right on queue, the Nevermore screamed overhead, thrusting its wings forward and sending a flurry of feathers screaming towards Ruby. Yang had taken off like a bat out of hell, her Big Sister Instinct kicking into overdrive, obviously. Fortunately the barrage missed them both...
Or rather that would have been the case, had one feather not managed to snag Ruby's cape.
"Ruby, get out of there!" Yang cried out.
"I'm trying!"
The Deathstalker had caught up with her, the massive barb on its tail swinging high and looking to find purchase in her torso. Muller's pistol was loosed from his belt as he began a mad charge at the beast. Hopefully he'd actually get close enough to empty a few rounds into the creature to draw its attention from Ruby. "Hey, ugly! Leave her be, I'm the one you want!"
A flash of white sped past him, and without warning a massive wall of ice sprung up between the Grimm's tail and Ruby, sparing her from a grisly fate.
"You are so childish," Weiss Schnee commented—audible even from where Jacob was—to a still-bracing Ruby. "And dim-witted, and hyperactive, and don't even get me started on your fighting style." Myrtenaster was pulled from the icy platform from which the whole of the wall had formed as Weiss continued to lecture her new partner. "And I suppose I can be a bit... difficult... but if we're going to do this, we're going to have to do this together. So if you quit trying to show off, I'll be... nicer."
Muller could distinctly hear Ruby say, "I'm not trying to show off. I want you to know I can do this."
"You're fine," was all Weiss had to say before walking back towards the group.
Jacob came scrambling up to them, huffing and puffing like mad. "Jesus," he gasped, trying to make it sound like 'geez', "You two... alright?"
"We're fine, although you sound like you smoked a full cigar before you came out here."
"Cardio... was never my strong-suit. Endurance, sure. Strength... need to work on it, but Cardio... I doubt I could run far for long." After letting his breath relax for a few seconds—and letting Yang hug one out with her little sister again—his attention turned to the screeching Deathstalker desperately trying to free itself from its icy prison. A chill crawled up his spine.
But not of fear. No, more like... exhilaration.
And anger. Okay, that's new. I like it.
"So, you like picking on things smaller than you, don't you ass-munch?" He growled to the beast as it it struggled to escape; It's pincers swiped out, looking for purchase in the man, but he managed to sidestep the attack. Fortunately for him, the Deathstalker's legs and belly had been caught in the sub-zero blast, freezing it in place to the ground. He walked up to the beast's face, just missing getting crushed by the pincers yet again. A brown shoe landed between the eyes, bracing him on the beast's skull. He raised the Bersa to its red, glowing eye as it desperately thrashed. It could've practically seen the bullet in the barrel. Worse still was that it could see the glowering scowl and creeping grin across his face.
"Hold still and smile, bug-breath."
The thunderous sound of a full metal jacket .380 ACP leaving the chamber at around 1000 meters a second echoed in his ears, forcing his eyes to reflexively blink. A sickening sound like a boiled egg getting crushed followed in close pursuit. An eardrum-shattering cry of anguish. It wasn't dead.
"Die, God damn you!" Three more rounds escaped in fury, the screeching sound—dear God it was like claws on a chalkboard amplified thricefold—only got worse. A fourth shot sung its death-dealing dirge, and the screeching stopped. The thud of the tail and pincers going limp and falling to the ground confirmed it; the Deathstalker was dead..
A breath of satisfaction escaped his lips. His pulse had been racing as though he had been sprinting—Well, technically it was, since he had been sprinting to get to Ruby. While he was no Catholic, he did enjoy liberal usage of Latin, as was made evident by his inaudible chant of, "in nomine dei Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." He opened his eyes only to notice the corpse was beginning to disintegrate, tail-first.
"Damn, let's see if I can get a photo for posterity real quick." A quick second later and he was the owner of a shiny new photograph of himself in front of a dead Deathstalker, intentionally flashing the Peace sign for the added irony bonus with a cocky smirk on his face.
And this was considering that he hated selfies with a frothing passion; but, when you've essentially assassinated a massive bug that could flip a Humvee with no trouble whatsoever, now there's a reason for a posterity photo.
"Hey, check me out, I just tagged and bagged a Goddamned Deathstal—" Muller was cut short by his sudden realization that he was alone, as Ruby, Yang and Weiss had already taken off for the rest of the group.
"Oh, fuck! Hey, wait for me!"
By the time he caught up with them, they had already agreed on their plan, at least as far as he could tell by the fact Jaune was saying, "Run and live... That's an idea I can get behind."
Ruby walked over to the relics and picked up the other Gold Knight. Jacob barely suppressed a chuckle as the teams formed up and began their trek back to the Beacon Cliffs. Yang came up to his left side as they watched Ruby assume command of their tiny warband.
"What's so funny," Yang asked with an eyebrow arched in curiosity.
"Ah, nothing, nothing at all."
Yang shook her head and began running to catch up with them, leaving Jacob alone for a split second. A thought crossed his mind out of amusement as he turned around and browsed for a particular relic. "Pfft, might as well." Maybe I'll swipe the white bishop or something...
After a few seconds, he decided against it; There's only enough there for the teams, it wouldn't be right. Besides, as he fished through his backpack, pulling out that Warhammer Inquisitor of his, I've already got my little totem, as it were.
He rolled it around in his hand for but a quick second before he heard Yang cry out, "Yo, buddy! You coming or what!?"
"Uh, yeah," he replied, "I just dropped something. Hang on, I'm coming!" He stuffed the miniature in his pack's side pocket and began jogging to catch back up with the newly-formed RWBY and JNPR.
And overhead, the screeching Nevermore followed in close pursuit, its shadow hanging over his head...
Ten minutes later, Jacob found himself pulling up the rear as they approached the Cliff. Overhead the Nevermore continued to screech and swoop as the teams were forced to find cover amidst the ruined temple pillars. Muller himself skidded to a halt behind a low wall between the teams, sliding into a crouched stance just low enough to keep himself covered. He looked down into his backpack again to see how many ammo clips he still had. So far, he counted only four remaining. How the hell have I already burned through three magazines?
At this point he had noticed his arm felt wet, though definitely not with sweat or simple water. pulling up the sleeve on his jacket, it was evident right out of the gate that the makeshift bandage from the Ursa attack was failing, and the wound had yet to properly scab; blood was starting to ooze into the cloth strip from his t-shirt. "Damnit, I don't have time to bleed," he cursed as he tightened the cloth, hoping the blood flow would be slowed enough to keep him from dropping dead in the field.
A scream from above told him the Nevermore had landed atop the massive tower that shadowed the whole temple.
"Well that's great!" Yang huffed to Ruby.
Jacob peaked his head over the rubble, eyeing the bird. Fortunately, with the Deathstalker dead, there was no threat that would force them into their sandwiched position from the main timeline.
Or at least he hoped so.
"We need to clip its wings, get it on the ground," Jaune called out.
"And how do you suppose we do that, Fearless Leader?" Jacob cried out, "I don't see anyone of us with a sniper rifle!"
Ruby audibly cleared her throat. Muller reintroduced his palm with his forehead. Oh yeah, it's also a gun.
His thoughts were interrupted by the thunderous crashing of trees being uprooted. You can't be serious.
But instead of another Deathstalker-something he was afraid would be the oncoming threat-Out of the forest came a pack of Beowolves, much larger than the ones he had met earlier. He counted 10 together, most of them sticking together while a few rushed forward to try to get First Blood.
"Oh man, run!" came the voice of Jaune.
"Agreed, run dammit!"
The teams took off running, with Jacob in hot pursuit. Nora broke off and began pelting the Nevermore with her grenade launcher. It was like watching a pink-colored AA barrage, only against a giant bird rather than Luftwaffe bombers.
"Whoo! look at that bird squawk," Jacob chimed in, "Quoth this moron, 'eat my shorts!'"
That got a hearty laugh out of Nora. "Telling off a Grimm, can't say I haven't done that before!"
"Hey, I actually got someone to laugh at my joke! First victory for the day!"
The Beowolves continued their chase, closing in on the merry misfits. Muller rounded about and began running again, firing over his shoulder to try to pick off the pursuing pack. By now RWBY and JNPR had made it to the bridge, with Pyrrha, Ren and Blake holding positions at the landing. Nora sped past him, all the more emphasizing something that had been nagging at his mind for some time.
I'm completely out of my fucking league.
This notion thrilled him to his bones and yet filled him with a fantastic terror he had never felt before. The very idea that, for what it was worth, even as he was out of-nay, beyond-his comfort zone, he was still running with the pack. What irony that the other pack was closing the distance.
Unfortunately, it was at that moment the Nevermore swooped low and smashed the middle out of the bridge. Jacob skidded to halt 3 yards out from the edge, spared the embarrassment of a tumble by Ren grabbing his jacket collar. "Careful!"
"Right, thanks, Ren." It didn't even occur to Muller that he had yet to ask Ren's name formally. Ren never acknowledged it either as the Beowolves moved in closer, thirsting for blood.
Another clip dropped from the Bersa, as Jacob took a knee and began to empty a volley into the pack. From behind him he could hear Jaune and Nora talking; They were trying to hop across the destroyed bridge.
The massive boom and sound of Jaune screaming told everything Jacob needed to know. After all, when you've watched the show two times the whole way through thus far, you do tend to memorize things. He hit the deck as Nora came screaming overhead, slamming Magnhild onto one of the Wolves' heads. The recoil sent her flying back into Blake, knocking her over the side. "Shit, Blake!" Jacob yelled.
Looking over the side, he was relieved as he saw Gambol Shroud launch out of her hand and blade-first into a nearby column, allowing her to swing back to the rest of RWBY with little difficulty.
"Hey, Jacob, a little help here?" He heard Jaune with a hint of strain. Muller spun around and spotted Arc desperately holding a Beowolf back with his shield. The rest of his teammates were busy with their own respective Grimm, leaving poor Jaune alone with the beast.
"Hang on, buddy!" Jacob circled around the beast before it could take notice, and unloaded two shots into the creature's head. It went rigid before flopping to the ground dead as a coffin nail.
"Uh, thanks."
"Hey, no problem," Jacob replied back, "Those of us out of our element gotta stick together, right?" A chuckle and a knowing wink signaled to Jaune that Jacob was in on the charade.
In response, Jaune paled ever so slightly, and weakly chuckled, "I, uh, I d-don't know what you're talking about."
"Hey, hey, easy," Jacob said, patting Jaune on the shoulder, "I'm good at keeping secr-SHIT, GET DOWN!"
A Beowolf was sent flying back over the edge, missing the two by inches. "I'm sorry," Pyrrha called out.
Muller's thumb flew up. "S'all good."
Getting back up, the two found that the pack had been for the most part cleared out. Only a few stragglers remained, mostly focused on the other 3 of JNPR.
It wasn't until he heard the growl that he came upon a realization; That Beowolf that he thought had gone over the side... Well..
Yeah, it hadn't gone over.
He rounded on his heels just as the beast began making a lunge towards Jaune. Seconds slowed to a crawl as Muller's mind began overclocking.
"Jaune, LOOK OUT!"
Jaune didn't even have time to register the beast as Muller tossed him out of the way, his stouter build finally playing in his favor.
Too bad he wasn't stout enough to take a 400-pound Beowolf to the torso.
He felt the impact of the beast send him to the ground. And then he felt something else he didn't care much for.
Blinding pain in the back of his skull.
He had hit his head on the rocks. Or at least that's what he thought.
Honestly, he didn't know, and his mind really didn't care.
There was the pain, and light, someone shouting his name, and then...
Darkness.
Fuck...
About bloody time I got this chapter out, It's been driving me mad! MAD I TELLS YA!
Regardless, next chapter we see just how f*cked up my situation is, we get a chance to peek into the heads of others (from a story perspective, not the OC getting into their head, mind you) and we see just how the hell am I gonna explain all this shit to Professor Ozpin!?
Reviews are welcome, hopefully you all like it, and I hope to see you guys... in the next chapter... Buh-bye~!